by Lynda Aicher
He traced the swell of her other breast with his fingers, a touch almost too light to feel, and it still scorched her. She gasped out another breath, muscles clenched against the building need. Her fingers dug into the back of his head where she clung to it. Urged him on while she chased the amazing sensation building within her.
He moved to her other breast, the heat of his mouth engulfing the tip to give it the same exquisite torture. She’d only just assimilated the loosened constriction on her now unfastened capris when his hand was skimming down her abdomen to burrow beneath her panties.
Yes. Her silent cry still echoed in her head when he found her clit. He jerked back a bit, finger holding on the metal jewel of her clitoral hood piercing. Her breath panted a rapid pace between them as a smile formed on his face.
He fiddled with it, exploring the hidden find while he held her gaze. “Is that...”
“A piercing?” She gasped when he pressed on it. The curved underside nailed her clitoris to send a blazing shot of ecstasy through her. “Yes.” Her breathy response was both an answer and a plea.
His eyelids lowered. “That is so fucking hot.”
She’d always thought so. But some men hadn’t agreed.
Desire flashed and every movement of his finger caused her to tense and moan. Slow circles that skimmed the sensitive bud beneath until she was a quivering wreck, hovering on the delicious edge of nirvana. He timed a firm first press on her piercing with a sharp bite on her nipple. The dual impact shot her straight into a slamming orgasm.
She gasped, arched and tensed as fire liquefied her insides, a quick burn that blazed to her fingertips and rolled back to leave her trembling. He worked her sensitized nipple and clit until she sobbed out a strangled plea for mercy.
Holy...
She sagged against him, grateful for his strength as she consciously loosened her grip on his hair. She’d surely be on her ass if he hadn’t been there to hold her up.
Her breaths were jagged and quick, the aftermath of her sudden orgasm leaving her floating. How had he done that? “I’ve never come that fast before,” she admitted, dazed. Too stunned to be self-conscious. The piercing had been an attempt back in her twenties to increase the sensitivity of her clit, but no man had ever figured out how to play with it that quickly. Or do it that stunningly.
His chuckle rumbled by her ear, deep and vibrating. “It’s just the first of many for you tonight.”
Her own laugh was a weak sound that eked out through her still-depleted breath. If this was only the beginning, she wasn’t sure if she’d survive the finale. She was definitely up for the challenge though.
He leaned over to jerk the duvet down, one arm still supporting her. His shirt abraded her nipples when he lifted then laid her on the bed. She gasped at the mixed jolt of pain and pleasure that shot deep into her core, which still ached to be filled. Her sex constricted yet again, despite her lagging energy. Her orgasm had rocked her, but she still longed to have him buried deep within her when she came.
He hovered over her, eyes darkened with desire. His smirk was both proud and a bit cocky. Yeah, he’d pretty much shattered her, but she could give back as good as she got.
She traced a finger over his lips, smirking right back. “If that’s just the beginning, you’ve set a pretty high standard for yourself.”
His smile grew with the descent of his palm over her stomach. She sucked in a breath when he reached the edge of her panties. God, she wanted him so badly.
She forced her lethargic limbs to move. A tug on his shirt had him yanking it over his head a second later. Her pulse raced at the first glimpse of his toned body. He was every bit the fit athlete. Broad shoulders, muscled arms and sculpted chest that led to a toned abdomen. Not a defined six-pack, but solid and firm with obliques that cut sharply down to disappear beneath his waistband.
And she wanted to explore every inch of him.
She skimmed her fingers over his shoulders, down his chest that was lightly covered with hair. A puckered red scar ran down one biceps. Another followed the bottom edge of his ribs. Stories of his life she wanted to hear. His breath hissed through his nostrils with his sharp inhale when she reached for the waist of his jeans.
His eyes closed, a distinctive curse mouthed with his lifting chin. Her desire raced back to inflame her once again. His response was so incredibly hot. It empowered her, and she ached for more of it.
She fumbled with the fastening on his jeans, fingers slipping in an uncoordinated scramble to bare more of him. An urgency pushed her now, a drive to have him pressed to her. Surrounding her. In her.
His kiss took her by surprise, distracting her from her intent. He plundered her mouth—hot, searching and forceful. Her mind spun in dizzying circles until she lost her train of thought, arms wrapping around his back to pull him closer as he stretched over her.
“Let me,” he said against her lips.
Let him what? She frowned, not following. He peppered kisses to the corners of her mouth then down her jaw right to the spot below her ear that drove her crazy. Oh my God. Her moan was throaty with the need ramping through her.
“Let me take care of you.” His request was spoken into her ear, a warm whisper that managed to curl her toes. She’d never had anyone say that to her, in any form. It was overwhelming and tempting all in one.
There was no way her heart could beat any faster. That must be why she couldn’t respond.
“You are so beautiful.” He kissed down her neck. “I want to explore every inch of you.” He found a path between her breasts, a cooling track of kisses following his descent. “Taste every part of you.” He slowed at her navel, his tongue circling the indent. “Discover what other secrets you’ve kept hidden from me.”
A tremble rushed down her spine to feed the passion bursting back to life in her core. She bit her lip to keep her whimper in. He could pull them out of her with a brush of his hand or the flick of his tongue, and she wasn’t used to responding so vocally.
“Let me hear you,” he said over her lower abdomen, right above the line of her panties. “I like your sounds.”
Her moan rushed out on a rumbled purr as she gave up all attempts to control them. The last of her clothing was slipped off her legs with no resistance from her. Her earlier urgency was hushed by the brush of his palms up her legs, the press of his lips at the juncture of her hip.
Her knees bent automatically, drawing back to give him more room to explore.
“I was right,” he murmured, his admiration a verbal stroke to her rising pleasure. “Your piercing is so fucking hot.”
A quiver ran through Rachel’s pelvis, the tremble vibrating under Scott’s palm to shimmer down his arm. A blue jewel sparkled in the dim lighting, a unique addition to a surprising woman. He could barely contain his urge to explore, yet the anticipation was a sweet build in his groin that he savored.
A silver ball rested at the other end near the base of her clitoral area and he assumed the piercing was a barbell of sorts. In all his years and the variety of women he’d been with, this was his first encounter with a vaginal piercing.
“Did it hurt?” he asked before exhaling a warm gust of breath over it. She fisted her hands in the covers, eyes falling closed as she shook her head. He repeated the action, her appreciation voiced in a long groan, which sounded a lot like a whine for what he was holding back.
How could it not have hurt? He’d seen more than a few genital piercings in the locker room and every one had made him cringe. No one was sticking a needle anywhere near his junk. But Rachel’s piercing was fascinating.
“You’re already so wet.” His slicked his tongue through her folds, stopping to flick over her piercing. “Damn. You taste like heaven.” He inhaled deeply. “And smell like lust and sex.” Her resulting deep inhale might’ve been automatic, but it turned him the fuck on to think she was catching the scent of her own arousal. “It’s so perfect.”
“You are,” she whispered almost too soft to hear
.
He withheld his snort of denial and dove into figuring out the new bauble that teased his tongue. The metal ball was warm and smooth, the top jewel an interesting texture he swished his tongue over. Another flick, and he found the smooth rod underneath that connected the top two pieces. The barbell had a slight curve that had him grinning when he figured out why.
Her breath hitched when he applied pressure on the top and stroked it with is tongue. Her high keen pealed through the room as he rubbed before he eased off, not wanting her to come too quickly. Her piercing was fucking awesome and he still had a lot to explore.
Everything became focused on her response. The hiss of breath and short gasps to the tensing of her thigh muscles and clench of her passage when he penetrated her with his fingers. Each pass of his tongue from her vagina to her clit brought another reaction that burned through him to harden his dick impossibly more. He paused to suckle her clit and needle her piercing until she cried out again.
She was so responsive to his every touch. It ramped up his desire until it burned through his blood and throbbed in his groin. A welcome rush that’d evaded him for far too long. But damn, maybe with her...
He timed the plunge of his fingers into her with the flickering tease over her sensitive nub. She arched up, mouth open, only to drop back to the mattress with a sob.
He wanted to play with her for hours. Please her until she was a trembling mass of spent passion. That he’d give her. Would ensure it. Disappointing her was not an option. His pride was at stake, but more than that was a God-honest need to see her happy and sated.
A state he hoped to fuck to be in himself before the night ended.
Sensations wrapped around Rachel, cloaked and burned her. She tried to look down, to watch him, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Every time he penetrated her with his tongue or fingers, she almost lost it. But it was never quite enough.
He played her body, dragging her toward her climax, only to back off when she was close. Her pleas were ignored, and he held her hips when she tried to wiggle away or push closer. He was relentless in his onslaught, dedicated like she’d never experienced.
She writhed on the sheets, thighs shaking with the need to come. “Please,” she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. “It... I have to... Let me...” As hard as she tried, she couldn’t finish her thoughts, let alone a complete sentence.
Her hips jerked, flexed, lifted to meet his mouth. Every movement was based on reflex now. Her body moving without thought to reach what he withheld. Sweat dampened her skin as she floated on a high of pleasure.
“Damn.”
She managed to catch the awe in his voice through the haze of her mind. Her eyes fluttered open to see him looking up at her. Her juices slicked his face, the gleam of it shining on his lips in the low light. His eyes were hooded, darkened to a deep blue with his lust.
“I want to watch you shatter,” he said as he massaged her oversensitive clit.
She lurched up, curling around the shot of desire that rushed her to the edge of her orgasm. She flopped back, panting, a whimper her only capable response.
He increased the pressure and speed of his touch until there was no way she could hold back. A thrust of fingers into her, and she tensed, arching into the mattress with the intensity as it exploded within her. Pleasure pulsated from her sex to rock her from head to toe. He kept up his movements until she was wrung out, unable to do anything except pant for air until he finally relented.
She floated in a happy cloud of spent energy, heart pounding, limbs leaden. Dazed to everything but the incredible euphoric bubble that wrapped around her.
“You are amazing.” His voice was close, by her ear. There was a kiss there—soft, teasing. Her head rolled to the side to give him more room. “Sexy.” He sucked on that supersensitive spot on her neck, pulling another moan from her. “Beyond responsive.” Nips trailed down to her collarbone, little bites soothed by flicks of his tongue.
Each pinch of this teeth sent a spark down her chest to bead her nipples, a feat she would’ve thought impossible given her current state of blissed-out lethargy. Yet every nerve ending instantly reacted to the barest of touches.
She hummed her approval, still incapable of words. He’d made her body sing in a way that no man had ever done before. And he was still lavishing attention on her. With no gratification for himself.
Was he for real? Definitely not.
He’d reached her breasts, his path of kisses cooling on her flushed skin. He suckled one aching tip into his mouth, a swish of tongue and lips that had her arching into the gentle pleasure. Another automatic action that was impossible to stop, not that she wanted to.
With a force of pure will, she managed to shrug off enough of her fading euphoria to wrap her arms and legs around him. His skin was hot and silky beneath her touch, salty on her lips. It wasn’t until her thighs abraded the rough material of his jeans that she realized he was still partially dressed.
How’d she miss that?
She urged his head up to capture his mouth in a lazy kiss. The heady flavors of her release flooded her taste buds. A distinctive zest that had her flashing back to moments ago when his face had been buried between her legs.
Just the thought had her sex pulsing for that final fulfillment. Desire simmered beneath her skin once again when she’d have sworn it was impossible. Lost—that was how she felt. To him, the moment, whatever came next.
She held him close, savored his weight, the press of firm muscles against her abdomen. His jeans scratched over the soles of her feet where she used his thighs for leverage to rock her pelvis over the hard bulge still confined in his pants.
“These need to go,” she murmured against his lips, feet sliding over his jeans. “Now.”
Chapter Ten
Now. The demand echoed in Scott’s head before it shuddered down his chest. His rock-hard cock jumped at the throaty word, adding its own urgent demand to heed the smart woman beneath him.
Yet the doubt still lingered. The remembered embarrassment of past encounters. But he’d covered that. Made sure she’d gotten off, and he’d thoroughly enjoyed every second of bringing her pleasure.
Rachel was a dream come true.
He managed to shuck his jeans and briefs without letting her up. Her nails scraped over his hips when she helped push his clothing down¸ a bite of pain and tease at once. His erection sprang free to graze the springy curls covering her heat in another tantalizing tease.
His movements hitched along with his breath. Desire raced through his groin to rush outward. His arm shook where he braced himself over her. Her moan was a siren’s song in his ear, a distraction that prevented him from noticing her shifting hand until it closed around him.
“Fucking...” His low growl didn’t come close to expressing the blast of pleasure that overtook everything else. Firm and warm, she stroked his aching erection. It was exquisite. Pure pleasure that obliterated his worries, if just for the moment.
Her thumb hooked over the top, swirling around the opening before dropping down to play at that sweet spot just under the rim. Jesus. His pulse drummed out a powerful beat timed with his racing need.
The urge to come built in his groin, a sensation that’d escaped him for way too long. It overtook the dull ache that throbbed in his knee and had him scrambling for his bedside drawer. Please let there be a condom. He should’ve planned better, but it’d been so damn long since he’d brought a woman home, it’d slipped his mind with the crap of his day.
He patted around blindly in the open drawer, fingers scraping over a pen, paper, a forgotten book, a bottle of lube. But no box. Not even a loose package lingered in the depths.
“Fucking A.” He slumped forward, forehead hitting her shoulder at his stupidity.
She stilled then nudged his arm. “What?”
“No condom,” he mumbled into her neck. Embarrassment warred with defeat. Cock blocked by years of denied release and zero forethought. Wasn’t that the fucki
ng way of his life?
Her low chuckle shook against his chest. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or disappointed.”
He lifted up to eye her. “Why?” He wasn’t sure what he expected to see on her face, but it wasn’t the gentle understanding he found.
She pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering and tender. “It either means you’re not used to having women here and weren’t prepared, or you have so many that your supply ran out.”
His derisive grunt was out before he could stop it. “It’s definitely not the latter.” No. Her being there was a huge exception. A chance he’d been compelled to take.
She trailed her fingers along the edge of his hairline before she traced the shell of his ear. “There’s one in my purse.” Her voice was so quiet he almost missed her words. She glanced at him, her uncharacteristic shyness alluring in its uniqueness.
And her purse was downstairs.
“Wallet!” He lurched over the side of the bed and scrambled for his jeans. Her laughter rolled softly as he dug it out of his pocket and scored the condom. A quick check of the expiration date had him sighing in relief. It was still good.
He held it raised like a damn trophy in his hand when he swung back around. “Got it.” And thank fuck for that.
Her smile was beaming and matched the dancing light in her eyes. She rolled her hips, his erection grinding between them. Yeah, it hadn’t gone down at all with their unexpected delay.
Staying hard had never been an issue.
“Should I help you with that?” She tipped her head toward the condom in his hand.
His groan was long and tortured. Although inviting, he was almost afraid to let her touch him again. Would she question the lack of precome? Wonder at his prolonged erection? He couldn’t risk it so he sat back to rest on his heels without answering.
With her legs spread wide on either side of him, he had a stunning view of her stretched out before him. The tips of her hair were stark blue marks against his white pillowcase. The snowy backdrop highlighted the flushed tone of her skin and the darker red of her lips and nipples. Her full breasts were all natural in their slope to her sides, perfectly proportioned to her narrow waist.
