Sizzle

by Sarah O'Rourke

  He wondered if it would always be this explosive and volatile between them. He certainly couldn’t imagine it being another way. Touching Molly was like wrapping his hand around a live wire, electrifying and life affirming. Slowly releasing her mouth to trail his lips down the side of her neck, he heard her harsh breathing against his ear and smiled. His future wife was as affected by the chemistry between them as he was.

  “D-devil?” Molly panted as his lips ghosted over her neck, “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she moaned as his lips closed over the throbbing pulse in her neck and suckled lightly. Despite her objection, her hand found its way into his hair, and held him against her as his other hand released her wrist and drifted over her swollen breast. She knew she needed to stop him before things got out of hand. The problem was that it felt good. Hell, it was better than good. Having his warm, rough hands on her body felt divine. “Ohhhhh,” she whimpered as his sneaky hand found its way under her shirt and one breast.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” he urged when she rocked her body against his. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

  Relax? If she was any more relaxed, she’d melt into a pool of goo, Molly thought hazily as his fingers released the clasp of her bra and he reached bare skin. She barely murmured a protest as he stripped her out of her blouse. She was beyond complaint. She had offered a token protest, hadn’t she? Besides, she was well aware of how good those lips of his could make her feel. She’d earned a treat. Making a conscious choice, she simply gave herself over to the moment. She’d have eighteen months to live with the consequences, right? She could afford to take a few minutes pleasure for herself.

  Dropping his hands to her narrow waist, Devil pulled Molly down on the couch until her head rested on the cushion. Stretching out over her, his lips latched around one rosy nipple before she could voice another concern. Better to keep her overwhelmed by pleasure than give her time to think of reasons not to do this, he thought a little desperately. Using his tongue, he circled the engorged bud between his lips while his other hand worried its twin peak. She tasted like strawberries. Tart, but sweet, and utterly intoxicating. Shifting his head between the two glorious mounds, he grinned as she whimpered underneath him, her back arching with pleasure as she offered herself up to him.

  Using his teeth, he nipped one tight nipple and drew a breathless cry from her lips. Smiling when she shuddered, he lifted his head to look down into her dazed eyes. “You liked that, didn’t you, minx?” he whispered, claiming her lips for another kiss as he used his thumb and forefinger to twist her swollen nipples.

  “Mmmm,” she hummed into his mouth, seeking out his tongue with her own and stroking it sensually. She felt wild and wanton, hot and needy. “Devil,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck when he deepened their kiss again.

  Plunging his tongue back into the sweet heat of her mouth, Devil grappled with the button of her jeans and yanked down the zipper. Sliding his hand over the satiny skin of her flat belly, he teased her skin just above the material of her panties. Sucking her lower lip, he groaned. “Let me touch you, Molly. I need to touch you.”

  Molly opened her eyes to stare into his stormy face. Licking her lips, she nodded slowly and lifted her ass for him as he pushed the denim past her hips. She knew she’d regret her actions later, but right now, all she could think about was finding a way to quell the building ache inside her. She instinctively knew that Devil could do that for her better than any man breathing. “I want to touch you, too,” she whispered, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. She could feel his eyes watching her as her trembling hands quickly unfastened them and pushed the material over his broad shoulders. She kissed him back when he leaned forward and seized her lips while he shrugged out of the shirt.

  Sliding her hands over his now naked chest, her pussy clenched as her hands drifted over the hard muscles. Devil worked out and it showed. Lean and strong, his body was sculpted perfection. Scratching lightly at the soft mat of hair on his chest, she kissed his neck.

  “God, Molly,” he groaned, clamping one hand around her ass as he ground his erection against her soft mound. “You’re going to kill me,” he growled when her hips lifted and she rubbed against him, the friction of her still-covered pussy moving against his cock nearly bringing him to the point of no return. “Stop that or you’re going to make me cum,” he growled against her mouth, slapping her bare ass and pulling a gasp from her lips.

  Grinding against him again, she hoped he’d spank her again. That little jolt of pain had sent a current of pure pleasure straight to her pussy. Hearing that she was driving him to the edge by just rubbing against him only heightened her pleasure. “I was wrong,” she murmured against his lips.

  Lifting his head, he frowned down at her amused face. “Wrong? About what?”

  Sliding her hand between them, she cupped his dick through the thin slacks he wore. “There’s nothing little about your willy after all.”

  Groaning deeply when her hand tightened around him, Devil slammed his lips over hers again, pushing his tongue into her mouth and kissing her wildly. How had he let himself keep his distance for an entire year? Lifting his hips as she pulled at his belt buckle, all his good intentions flew out the window as her hand finally closed around his throbbing cock. He wanted inside her, married or not.

  “Christ,” he hissed when her inquisitive fingers slowly stroked over his thick shaft, tentatively learning the feel of his flesh. “Fuck, Molly.” He groaned when her thumb circled the flared head, spreading the small bead of dew that had collected there. “You have to stop, sweetheart,” he growled against her ear, unable to stop watching as her hand slid up and down his length.

  “Devil, I swear if you get cold feet now, I’ll never forgive you,” Molly panted, fisting his cock and squeezing firmly. If he thought he was going to work her up into a frenzy again and just leave her hanging, he was in for a very rude surprise. By all that was holy, she’d rip his very nice manhood right off his body. She was with the man that had literally driven her crazy for the past year, and by God, she was going to get everything she wanted!

  Devil laughed, brushing a kiss against her upturned lips. “Sweetheart, there’s not a single piece of me that’s not hot for you right now, but if you don’t let go of my dick, this is gonna be over before it gets real good for you,” he warned against her ear, nipping her lobe playfully for emphasis.

  “Oh,” Molly replied weakly, her entire body quivering with excitement as she slid her hand over his velvety hard length again.

  “Molly, I haven’t been with a woman in over a year, and you’re coming dangerously close to robbing me of what little control I have left,” he whispered, groaning as he pushed his cock against her wicked little hand. “Have just a little mercy on me.”

  “It’s the truth,” she murmured, her eyes widening in awe as he throbbed in her grip.

  “Very, very true, gorgeous,” he murmured, gently nipping her parted lips. “Now, for the love of God, ease off a little, Molly, and let me make this good for you first,” he groaned when her hand tightened around him convulsively.

  She released his cock slowly, lifting one finger from him at a time as she watched his clenched face slowly relax.

  “Good girl,” he breathed when her grip finally loosened around him. Kissing her gently, he smiled. “Now, hold on,” he warned, quickly lifting himself from the couch and reaching down to haul her into his arms.

  “Devil!” Molly squealed, gripping his neck as he turned them toward the stairs. “What are you doing?”

  “If you think that I’m going to make love to you for the first time on the living room sofa, you have drastically underestimated me,” he replied easily, taking the steps two at a time.

  Molly gripped his shoulders as he carried her like she weighed nothing more than a bag of flour. Swallowing hard as her heartbeat sped up, she suddenly realized that this was really happening between them. Dozens of doubts flooded her mind, but every single one of them fled as he
walked into his spacious bedroom and placed her in the center of his huge bed.

  Licking her lips as she watched him kick off his shoes and push his slacks down over his lean hips, she caught her breath. His body was ripped perfection. Toned, well-muscled arms...hard, lickable six pack...firm thighs… and the longest, thickest cock she’d ever seen in her life. Letting her eyes drift over him again, she blinked as she noticed a small tattoo just above his hip. “You’ve got a tat?” she asked, sitting up on the bed so that she could caress the small Celtic cross that he had on his skin. “Straight-laced, serious Devil Delancy did something daring?” she teased, peeking up at him through her lowered lashes.

  Chuckling, he brushed his fingers against her jaw as her fingertips traced the cross on his hip. “One very drunken night in college a very long time ago.”

  “It’s pretty,” she praised, leaning into his hand as she noticed his bobbing cock close to her lips.

  Following her gaze, his lips curved wickedly. “I really hope you’re talking about the tat and not my dick, sweetheart.”

  “Hmmmm,” she hummed, pressing a finger to her lips as she considered both.

  “You are truly hell on a man’s confidence, Molly Ramsey,” he growled, gazing down at her as she smiled up at him.

  “As far as I know, confidence has never been an attribute you lacked,” Molly replied with a giggle, lifting one hand to caress him again. “But if you really need to have your ego stroked, I’ll do my best to comply,” she promised softly. His low groan of approval emboldened her, and she slowly brought him to her mouth, brushing her lips lightly against the flushed head of his cock. Inhaling deeply, she gazed at his sizeable arousal and shivered as she thought about him filling her. Darting her tongue out to sweep against his tip, she heard his harsh, indrawn breath.

  “Jesus, Molly,” he growled as her wet tongue slid against his hot skin. “Don’t tease a starving man, woman.” Watching as she parted her lips and encased the head of his dick in the smoldering heat of her mouth, he groaned. Now, that was a sexy sight, watching her mouth descend over his swollen flesh. Burying a hand in her hair, he guided her head over him as he thrust carefully between her parted lips.

  Swirling her tongue around the ridge of his penis, Molly hummed happily as Devil cursed, his voice low and raw as his fingers tightened in her hair. Hearing his reaction only empowered her, fueling both her hunger and her desire. She had to admit that she wasn’t exactly an expert in this area, but she knew enough. Bracing her hands against his thick thighs, she slid her mouth over him, suckling his flesh and stroking her tongue over the vein that ran the length of his cock.

  Grunting as his dick met the back of her throat, Devil released an agonized sound that echoed through the bedroom. Her soft lips were wreaking havoc on his control. His too-long ignored libido had shifted into overdrive, and he was seconds away from losing his mind. “Molly, baby,” he gasped, pulling himself free of her greedy mouth with his last ounce of self-control, “Lie down, sweetheart.”

  “But…”

  Cupping her face in his hands, he met her confused eyes. “Trust me, Molly. Lie down,” he ordered, urging her to her back before crawling between her legs. “It’s my turn to explore,” he murmured, pressing an openmouthed kiss to the inside of one shapely thigh.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Molly gasped as she realized what he meant to do. “Devil, you don’t need to….ohhhhh,” she whimpered as his mouth covered her, his tongue parting her swollen folds and dragging along her feminine lips. Bucking underneath the heat of his mouth, she moaned.

  Very rarely had a man given her this kind of sensual attention, and never had it been with such skill. Sure, she’d had sex before...and at the time, she would have actually thought of it as making love. But now, she realized how deeply the connection could be. And how talented her lover was!

  “You taste as sweet as I imagined you would, Molly,” he whispered, dropping a gentle kiss against the hood hiding her clit. Nudging it with the tip of his tongue, he felt her stiffen in anticipation. Using his thumbs, he spread her gently and groaned as the pink delectable bud appeared. “So pretty,” he breathed, pulling the morsel between his lips and rolling it against his tongue. No matter how many times Devil had fantasized about this moment, nothing compared to the reality of having Molly in his bed, writhing beneath him.

  How could she give words to the sudden passion that was invading her very soul? With every touch of his tongue against her needy skin, she could only plead for more. Her entire body suddenly seemed to be sizzling from the inside out, her nerve endings twitching and burning in abject need. Molly’s vision got foggy as shards of the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced pierced through every limb.

  “Devil,” she moaned, churning her hips as he lapped the juices slipping from her body. “Yes!” she wailed as two of his blunt fingers pierced her core and his tongue circled the sensitized bundle of nerves at the apex of her womanhood. She screamed as he hummed low in his throat against her clit. The vibrations against her flesh rendered her nearly insensible. It had been so long since anyone had pleasured her this way, and she was desperate for release.

  “That’s it, baby,” Devil purred, watching as she raised her hips to meet the shallow thrust of his fingers. “Fuck my hand. Let me get you nice and ready for me,” he growled, licking her clit again as her pussy clamped around his fingers. “You’re so tight, Molly,” he praised between gentle nibbles to her swollen bud. “I’m going to love fucking you.”

  Everything he said only made her want him more. Clawing at the pillow behind her hair, she whimpered as his fingers curled inside her and he laid a heavy palm on her abdomen and pressed gently. “Oh, God!” she shrieked as he found a hidden spot deep within her that seemed to erupted with pleasure every time his fingers brushed against it. No one had ever touched that place before. She hadn’t even known it existed. “Devil!” she gasped, arching her hips as his lips closed around her clit and tugged gently.

  Sensation flooded her and her vision dimmed as he coaxed her toward the precipice of passion. “DevilDevilDevilDevil,” she chanted, shaking her head against the pillow as his mouth ate insistently at her flesh and his fingers curled and stroked. “I’m going to cum! I’m gonna cum hard,” she screamed as her body went up in flames.

  “Fuck, yes! Cream for me, baby! Give it to me,” he bit out hoarsely, lifting his head to watch her face contort as the agonized pleasure consumed her and her pussy convulsed around his fingers. Her screams of ecstasy were better than any high he’d ever had. Quickening the thrusts of his hand, he kept his eyes on her as his tongue flicked her slick button with furious laps of his tongue as her pussy gushed with her syrupy essence, coating his fingers. “So beautiful,” he breathed, pressing gentle kisses against her swollen folds as she came down from her high.

  Tears slipped down Molly’s cheeks as Devil dropped soothing kisses against her stomach, her chest, her breasts. She’d never experienced an orgasm so intense… so satisfying. Kissing his damp lips as he reached her mouth, she tasted herself on his lips. “I’ve never… you made me… Oh, God,” she gasped, shaking her head as she met his smoky blue eyes.

  “You’re beautiful,” Devil whispered, kissing her lips again as he brushed the hair off her cheeks. “So beautiful,” he breathed before kissing her again, more deeply this time.

  Opening her mouth, she teased his tongue with hers, pulling another deep sound from his throat. She loved that she could inspire those passionate noises. “It’s your turn,” she whispered, brushing her nose against his as his heavy manhood flexed between them.

  “Molly, we don’t have to…mmmfff…”

  Covering his mouth with her hand, Molly shook her head. “I want to.” Lifting her head, she ghosted his lips with hers. “You want to, too,” she offered seductively, dropping her hand to cup him with her palm. “Don’t you?” she asked, stroking him slowly. Somehow, she knew deep inside that she wanted this man...this man that she was f
airly certain that she loved...to experience the same magnificent pleasure as she just had. She wanted to be the one to make him give up control, to cause him to writhe in delicious agony as he found that sweet release in her body.

  She wanted to give him herself.

  Resting his forehead against hers, Devil growled low in his throat. “You have no idea how much. There’s just one small problem,” he admitted reluctantly as he suddenly groaned, mentally kicking himself for not being prepared for this moment. The downside to living like a monk was that you really didn’t feel a need to have condoms readily available.

  “Devil, you’ve got a naked, willing woman underneath you. What kind of problem could you possibly have?” Molly questioned breathlessly. Already she could feel her body stirring beneath his. The wanton siren she kept buried inside was clawing for freedom.

  “Condoms,” he supplied succinctly, his eyes boring into hers. “I don’t have any. So, unless you’d like to get an early start on an effort to give my grandmother some of those great-grandchildren that she wants so much – which, by the way, I’m not averse to doing – we can’t continue this little interlude. Unless,” Devil continued hopefully, “You’re on birth control. Tell me you’re on birth control, Molly.” He was damn close to begging. Even he couldn’t deny that. His cock ached, his balls throbbed, and he was rapidly reaching the point where he was entirely ready to throw caution to the wind, damning the consequences and taking what she offered him.

  He wanted her. With every fiber of his being, he wanted to bury himself in her gorgeous body and feel that amazing freedom that could only come from her.