by Desiree Holt
Tyler locked her gaze with his, searching in his eyes for—something. He had no idea what. But there was that vulnerability again, mixed with something that sure looked like sexual hunger and desire. Move, he told himself, and wondered where the red Danger sign was that should be blinking. But she was right there, warm, sweet-smelling woman with her full lips and her silky hair and her nipples that just begged for his mouth. When she stood up on tiptoes, wound her arms around his neck, and lifted her face to his, he was totally sunk. Lost. Every rule he lived by out the door and down the road.
I am so going to hell for this.
The kiss started out so gently, just a bare brush of lips, a gliding of surface against surface. He skimmed his tongue over her lips before using the tip to trace the outline of her mouth. When he gently nudged her to open, she did so willingly, and he slid into her heat. He tasted pizza and soft drinks and very spicy woman, a heady combination. He pressed her back against the counter, banding one arm around her while his free hand gripped her ponytail and held her head in place.
Her tongue met his, doing a dance with it that began so gently but soon escalated into a hungry mating. He fed from her mouth like a ravenous beast, pressing his lips against hers so hard he was afraid he’d bruise her. He angled her head first one way, then another, never breaking the kiss, and she met him with a hunger that matched his own. He only lifted his head slightly when he ran out of breath.
He opened his mouth to protest what they were doing, reaching for a shred of sanity, but Tyler touched his mouth with the tips of her fingers.
“Whatever you’re going to say, don’t. Just…don’t, Rafe. Okay?”
“You mean don’t tell you this is a bad, bad idea?”
Which was exactly what he should say. Except when he felt the firmness of her breasts against his chest and the softness of her mound where his painfully demanding cock pressed into it, rational thought escaped his mind. Sliding one hand down her spine to her ass, he cupped one cheek and squeezed it. Oh, sweet Jesus! What he wanted to do with that delectable ass.
He took her mouth in another frenzy of a kiss, licking and sucking and tasting, rubbing his tongue against hers again. They were both panting when he lifted his head.
“We’re not doing this—”
“I said don’t say anything,” she reminded him, pressing her hand against his mouth.
“—in the kitchen,” he finished. “If I’m going to hell, I’m doing it in a bed.”
He lifted her in his arms and strode to the stairs, Tyler’s body warm and soft against his, her slender fingers stroking his nape in a way that lit up every nerve ending. Damn it, he was a man, not a monk. If he was going to hell, he was going to enjoy the trip. In the upstairs hallway, he stopped a moment, trying to decide which room to use.
“Mine,” Tyler said, reading his mind.
Chapter 8
Tyler’s bedroom was slightly larger than the one Rafe was using, but he wasn’t interested in square footage or anything else right now. His only focus was getting to the bed—a wide expanse of orange-and-gold comforter that looked thick enough to wallow in—getting them both undressed, and sliding into her body. He had to stop for a moment and take a deep breath to slow himself down. He was so aroused that he wanted only to rip off her clothes and feel her wet heat around him. Standing Tyler on her feet, he yanked the comforter back and pushed the pillows up toward the headboard. Then he went to work unwrapping his present.
Easing the T-shirt up and over her head, he tossed it to the side. No bra, just as he expected. Thank you, God. Stepping back, he took a moment to enjoy the sight of her round, plump breasts with their dark rosy nipples. Needing to touch them, he reached out and cupped them in his palms, squeezing gently. He rubbed his thumbs over the pebbled tips, reveling in the feel of them. Tyler stood motionless with her hands at her sides and sucked in a breath at his touch. The pulse at the hollow of her throat pounded against the thin layer of skin covering it like a jackhammer. Rafe couldn’t resist. He lowered his head, placed his mouth over the delicate flesh, and sucked.
Every hair on his body felt as if it had been singed. God, she tasted even better than she looked or smelled. She had a unique flavor all her own, one that woke up every one of his taste buds. He couldn’t wait to slide his tongue into her warm pussy and drink from her elixir.
Her nipple hardened even more as he wrapped his tongue around it and sucked it into his mouth. She clutched his biceps, digging her fingers into the hard muscle as he dragged his teeth lightly across the beaded tip. He tweaked her other nipple with thumb and forefinger, rolling it and pinching it lightly. A tiny moan vibrated from her throat as she arched herself into his touch.
When he had given both nipples equal time, he trailed kisses up through the valley of her breasts and the slender column of her neck. With his tongue he drew a path beneath her jawline and over to the soft flesh beneath one ear. He treated himself to a light nip before sliding his mouth to the other side and giving that lobe equal attention. Her skin was so soft and smooth, like polished satin, he was sure he could spend hours just licking every inch of it.
Tyler’s breath was a soft breeze on his neck as she reached down and tugged the hem of his shirt from his jeans, pulling it up to expose his chest. She lifted it high enough that he could press his naked skin against her breasts and—holy shit!—the sensation was incredible. Her breasts were soft and firm at the same time, the hard points of her nipples branding his chest.
He stepped back for a moment to yank his shirt off the rest of the way and toss it to the side. Banding his arms around Tyler’s lush body, he pulled her hard against him as if trying to imprint her body on his. He took a good look at her face and was startled not to see the hard-ass Tyler who gave the world the finger. This was a Tyler with everything stripped away, with that same vulnerability he’d spotted earlier. With a need in her eyes so strong it nearly brought him to his knees. His heart stuttered and his breath for a moment was trapped in his throat.
What the hell had he gotten himself into here?
Well, it was too late to second-guess himself now. The barriers were down and someone would have to shoot him to get him to stop.
The two layers of clothing still between them did nothing to diminish the impact the outline of his engorged cock made against her mound. His eyes locked with hers, he lifted her hands to his mouth and sucked lightly on each finger, dusting each tip with his tongue. That pulse beating so hard at the hollow of her throat increased its tempo. He pressed a firm kiss to the indentation, feeling the beat of the blood rushing through her veins against his lips.
Impatient now to see the rest of her, he undid the zipper at the back of her shorts and pushed them slowly down her toned legs. She balanced herself with her hands on his shoulders as she stepped out of the material and kicked them to the side. The insubstantial bit of lace that remained barely covered her pussy, tempting him and making his mouth water. His eyes widened as he saw the smooth skin on either side of the little triangle. Waxed. Holy fucking shit. His greatest fantasy come to life.
Unable to help himself, he knelt before her, placed his mouth right over her mound, and trailed the tip of his tongue the length of her slit, fabric and all. He wanted to lick his lips at the flavor of her exotic taste, sweet and spicy at the same time. He did it again, gripping her hips with his hands to hold her in place. Her skin was so warm and soft beneath his touch he couldn’t wait to run his palms over every inch of it.
He felt her tremble as he licked his way from top to bottom of her slit again, using the barely there fabric to rub the nerve endings in the tender flesh. When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he used his teeth to peel away the tiny triangle. Then with his thumbs, he opened the lips of her cunt and treated himself to a feast. She was hot and liquid, drenched with her own honey, and he lapped like a man who hadn’t had a drink in forever. He followed the hot line between her cunt lips up and down, up and down before taking her cli
t gently between his teeth.
Tyler dug her fingers into his shoulders, bracing herself to hold her balance. She was trembling from head to toe and the little sexy moans she made told him she was close to orgasm. He tugged and nipped her clit with his teeth, alternating that with swipes of his tongue. The way she pushed her hips at him was her silent indication that she wanted more from him. That she wanted him inside her, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He would give her layer upon layer of pleasure before he slipped anything inside her. They couldn’t do this again, so he would make this one time memorable for both of them.
He worked her with his tongue and teeth again and again, excited by her little cries of, “Please, please, please.” And then, shifting his hands to grip her hips tightly once more, he bit down more intensely on her clit and jolted her into a climax. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, to apply pressure to the spasms in her inner walls, but Rafe held her in place. As she shook and quavered, rocking back and forth and moaning one steady sound of pleasure, he continued to torment her clit until the last shudder subsided.
Tyler bent down and pressed her forehead against his, her breath whispering against his face as she drew in air and tried to settle her racing pulse. Rafe held onto her until her breathing settled, then rose, lifted her, and placed her gently on the bed. His own breathing was far from steady as he looked at her beautiful skin flushed from her climax, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire, her lips swollen from kisses. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman as much as he wanted this one right now. And not just for a quick fuck, damn it. He was turning into an emotional hot mess over this woman.
He couldn’t stop. He’d probably be cursed for it later but he wasn’t turning back now.
“I think one of us is a little overdressed.” Tyler’s voice was slightly unsteady and heavy with desire. It electrified him to know that she was as shaky about what was happening as he was.
“All in good time,” he assured her. If he took off his pants now, he was sure he’d come without even touching himself. And when was the last time that had happened to him?
Kneeling between her thighs, he bent her legs and planted her feet flat on the bed, positioning her legs as far apart as possible. Immediately the image of her out on the lawn smoothing sunscreen into the crease where her thigh met her mound slammed into him and he gave in to temptation. He indulged himself for a moment, caressing the smooth skin of her inner thighs and her calves, the feel of them beneath his fingers better than any aphrodisiac. He wanted to lay her down on his bed and stroke her forever.
Forever? Rafe Ortiz didn’t do forever, at least not with someone like Tyler Gillette. Only, every nerve and fiber of his body was shrieking for him to lose himself in her body, to bind her close to him, to—
Jesus!
And there she was, naked before him, presented like a feast he’d never get enough of. Bending low, he traced the seam with the tip of his tongue, first one side, then the other. Just the simple act sent a shiver skating over his body. When he did it again, Tyler reached out to slide her fingers into his hair, anchoring them in the thick black strands and trying to guide his head.
He paused in his journey over her sensitive areas to drink in the sight of her exquisite cunt. Her soft, neatly trimmed pubic curls marched in straight lines down the length of her outer lips. Rafe wished he had the guts to take a picture, an image that could keep him warm on many cold nights. She was gorgeous. Exquisite. So tempting and beckoning. Then he drew in a breath, inhaling her incredible scent, exhaled, and stroked her entire pussy with the flat of his tongue.
“Ohhhhh.” The sound blew out on an exhale, soft and breathy.
Rafe looked at her, his mouth curved in a ravenous smile. Rising to his knees, he curved his fingers around her wrists and lifted her hands above her head toward the headboard. Deliberately he wrapped her fingers around two of the spokes.
“Keep them there,” he told her. “Right there. No matter what, don’t move them.”
She licked her bottom lip slowly, back and forth. In response, his cock pressed even harder against his fly. He swallowed a groan.
“Is that an order?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
“Damn straight.” He barely recognized his own voice. “And don’t you forget it.”
He set himself up again between her creamy thighs and took a long moment to drink in every inch of her exquisite pussy. Then went to work with his tongue. He stroked her labia, inside and out, drawing lines with a slow movement and then a fast one. She was so delicious, so tasty, he thought he could do this forever. He nipped the very tip of her clit and tugged it, scraping his teeth lightly against the ultrasensitive dark pink flesh. Up, down, tug, tug. It was like a choreographed ballet performed with his mouth, the music silent but playing in his head. Damn it, this woman was casting a spell on him, and he didn’t seem to be able to do anything about it.
And all the time Tyler twisted and begged and pleaded, but she never let go of the headboard. When he reached the point where he needed to explore her wet passage he stiffened his tongue and thrust it deep inside her.
“Oh, God!” She arched her hips up toward his mouth, pushing just enough that he was able to thrust into her more deeply.
Her hot, wet inner walls clutched his tongue, and he drove it in and out. Those delightful little sounds whispered from her mouth again. Curling his tongue, he scraped it leisurely against the sweet spot, drawing another exclamation of pleasure from her. When the muscles of her channel began to quiver against the intrusion of her tongue, he plucked at her clit, thrust his tongue harder inside her, and pinched her clit hard.
Her release broke over her, so intensely her entire body shook. Rafe continued to stroke her channel with his tongue while he held her in place. Her entire body was consumed by the orgasm, shaking and shivering, unconscious little moans of pleasure erupting from her. He took his time easing her down from the crest, still working her with his tongue, now lapping both inside and out until her body stopped quivering. Then he shifted so he was looking directly into her eyes. His lips were barely an inch from hers.
“Don’t move those hands yet,” he cautioned.
“Bossy, aren’t we.” But he could tell she liked it.
“See how good you taste.” He lapped the surface of her lips with the flat of his tongue, sharing her liquid with her.
Heat flared in her eyes as she very slowly licked her lips.
That was it. Rafe had waited about as long as he could. There was more—much more—he wanted to do with her. To her. But his self-control was at an end. He stood up beside the bed and rid himself of his socks. Then he unzipped his fly and shed his slacks and boxers. When he turned back toward Tyler, her eyes were focused directly on his cock, engorged and pointing almost directly at her. The head was a deep purple and the vein twisted around it pulsed with the blood flowing through it. Tyler’s eyes widened and she licked her lips, that little swipe with her tongue that set a match to him.
He reached into the pocket of his slacks for his wallet and took out the sole condom he carried with him. Rafe had never been one for indiscriminate sex, not even in high school. He always had enough protection for one encounter, but as a norm, he knew ahead of time what he’d need and prepared for it.
Tyler slid a glance over as he tossed the condom on the nightstand.
“Either you don’t have much confidence in your staying ability or in mine,” she teased, but her voice was still uneven.
He gave a rough laugh. “I had no plans for this, Tyler. You know that. It’s a damn good thing I had one with me.”
“Always prepared? Were you a Boy Scout?”
“I was a lot of things but right now what I am is…so ready for you.” He drank in her body with a thirsty look. “You can let go of the headboard, Tyler.”
He positioned himself between her legs again and reached for the foil packet, but Tyler released her grip on the headboard as he said and knocked
his hands away.
“Let me.”
She ripped the foil open and with her slim fingers slowly rolled the latex down his distended length. Rafe sucked in a breath, just the mere contact with her touch enough to nearly send him over the edge.
“Easy.” He told her through clenched teeth.
She stared at his shaft for so long he had an urge to tell her to get on with it.
“You can take it,” he promised “I’ll go slow. Real slow. Besides, those two orgasms I gave you ought to have you primed and ready.” At least he hoped so.
“You know I’d love to take this in my mouth right now.” She wet her lips again, and his cock flexed in her hand, making her smile.
He could have said another time, but he was determined this was going to be once and done. He hoped he didn’t spend a long time regretting this lapse in judgment and his total capitulation to his hunger for her.
It took every bit of effort to maintain control while Tyler finished sheathing him. Then he stunned her by flipping her over and pulling her up to her hands and knees. He pulled some of the pillows over beneath her body to support her.
“Relax,” he told her when she tensed her muscles. “I know what you’re thinking. We’re not going there. Not that I wouldn’t like to but—” Shit, He was about to get himself in trouble here. He just knew it. “But what I really want to do right this minute is take you from behind so you can feel me all the way to the heart of you.”
Before she could say anything else, he grasped the root of his dick, positioned it at her opening, and eased himself inside. She was soaked from her two previous climaxes and her muscles were relaxed, so even as large as his cock was, penetration was fairly easy. He ground his teeth together, holding himself in check as he eased into her, until at last she had taken him all the way. When he was fully inside her, deep inside, he took a moment to close his eyes and haul in a steadying breath. He was so deep inside her he felt as if her entire body was clamped around him, that he’d reached every secret place.
