Shades of Sexy: Six Uber Hot Stories

by Daniels, Wynter

  He quickened the pace of his strokes, his lusty sighs filling the air. When his orgasm came, it was powerful, spurting a strong gush of his salty seed into the back of her throat.

  “Paige.” Her name broke from his lips like a prayer, soft and sensual.

  She released him, but his taste remained on her lips.

  He leaned against the wooden wall, braced himself as he teetered. “That was…amazing.”

  Grinning, she sat back on her knees, listened for the rain, which had slowed to a rhythmic trickle. “Glad you liked it.” She looked away, let him clean himself up. “Should we head back to the house?”

  Jake pulled on his jeans and his boots. “Definitely. Never know when the clouds will break loose again.” He reached to her and gave her rear end a slap. “Besides, I have plans for you that would be way more comfortable in a real bed.”

  She knew they needed to talk business, but it would have to wait. She only planned to spend a few short days here and she hoped to make the most of them, even if that meant saving the negotiating for the last possible moment.

  Chapter Three

  Jake shut off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Stepping into the hall, he listened. The creak of the porch swing out back cut through the silence. He descended the stairs. Stopping at the French doors, he caught a glimpse of Paige on the wooden seat. She sat curled up like a kitten.

  Desire quickened his blood. He stood motionless, watching. She’d finally let her hair down and it cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders. God, she was pretty, especially with moonlight stroking her delicate features.

  Everything in him yearned to make love to her, yet reality kept tapping his shoulder. Sooner or later they’d have to talk business. Would she insist on dismantling the whole operation when she learned the Circle O was losing money? She’d said she worked as a bookkeeper, probably someone who looked at the world in stark black and white. He hoped she found room for the shades in between.

  They’d deal with that problem tomorrow. Tonight he aimed to give back to the lady. He’d make sure he pampered her with at least as much pleasure as she’d given him earlier. And considering she’d treated him to the best head he’d ever gotten, he planned to spend the entire night devoted to her satisfaction.

  Padding into the kitchen, he made a mental list of the things he needed. He found a bottle of Chablis, a corkscrew and a couple glasses. Gathering his supplies, he stepped out to the screened porch. Paige stirred, adjusting herself on the swing. She looked too angelic to disturb. He could hardly believe this was the same buttoned up businesswoman who’d arrived only a few hours earlier.

  He kissed the top of her head, pulled in a breath laced with her sweetness.

  Her eyelids fluttered open. She gave him a smile that warmed him from the inside out. “Hey.”

  He set his burden on the wicker coffee table. “Feel like a drink?”

  She sat up and yawned. “Sure. What is it?” Leaning toward the table, she squinted at the bottle.

  He reached for the corkscrew, positioned it atop the bottle and started working the cork. “Chablis. From a local winery near Orlando. For a low end wine, it’s not half bad.”

  She quirked an eyebrow. “You don’t strike me as a wine connoisseur or am I missing something?”

  “What, you think I’m just a dumb cowboy?” Grinning, he poured her a glass, handed it to her before fixing his. “Or is it that I’m a southerner? I’m sure I can hardly match wits with a sophisticated city girl like yourself.” He gave her a wink.

  “That’s not what I meant.” But he saw the doubt in her eyes, even in the dim light. He sipped his wine. Setting the glass down, he offered her his hand. “Come outside for a second.”

  She climbed off the swing and let him lead her through the screen door to the pool deck. “What are we doing out here?”

  “Look up.” He lifted his gaze to the sky and felt that same humility he did every time he viewed nature’s light show. “The afternoon storms pull all the dust out of the atmosphere and the stars shine brighter and sharper. See?”

  Paige tipped her head back and gaped at the incredible array of stars. “Beautiful.”

  “Definitely.”

  She tried to recall the last time she’d looked toward the night sky merely to enjoy its beauty, but she couldn’t. “I’ve never seen it night sky so lit up. We don’t see many stars in the city. Too much light pollution.”

  “Mm hmm.” He pointed to a cluster of three stars. “See the faintest of that group?”

  She nodded. The two brighter stars were very close to each other. The third sat a little apart.

  “That’s Proxima Centauri, the nearest to our sun.”

  She whipped her head toward him. “How do you know?”

  “I had a telescope when I was a kid. Did some reading on astronomy.”

  How could he tell the difference between the millions of twinkling specs? Pointing to another star in the constellation, she asked, “Know the name of that bright one?”

  “That’s Alpha Centauri, also part of the Centaurus constellation. Which is named after a centaur. Ever hear of it?”

  So the man was more than just a handsome face and an incredibly amazing body. “Half man, half horse, right?” She slid her gaze over his broad shoulders and powerful arms. A zing of desire stirred inside her. She longed to touch that muscular chest and washboard stomach.

  “Correct. But do you know which centaur?”

  She didn’t know of more than one, but her concentration lay elsewhere. Shrugging, she tried to focus on what he was saying.

  “According to the Roman poet Ovid, the constellation honors Chiron, a centaur who tutored the likes of Hercules and Jason of the Argonauts.”

  She sipped her wine as she eyed him. Astronomy, ancient literature, mythology. He had a closet full of surprises. Certainly not what she’d expected when she’d first laid eyes upon him.

  “Not bad for a dumb cowboy.”

  She huffed out a heavy breath. “Your words, not mine.”

  He led her back inside the screened porch, took her glass and set it on the table. “Now I’d like to demonstrate some of the other things I know.” He lowered his mouth to hers. She tasted the wine on his tongue. He kissed her with slow, luxurious strokes, grazed the edge of her teeth. She longed to be naked with this man, to feel his skin on hers. The thought sent a rush of molten heat to her core.

  She softened against him, molded her body to his. His cock tented the towel still cinched around his waist. Her nipples tightened, ached for his touch.

  Reading her thoughts, he slid his hands under her shirt, pinched a pebbled nipple, tearing a soft moan from her throat. Trailing his tongue down her neck, he cupped her breast. Her pussy vibrated with need.

  He traced a finger around her nipple, kneaded her flesh. The vibration spread through her entire body, made her knees weak. His cock pressed into her belly.

  She shuddered with yearning. “Up…stairs?” she managed.

  He nipped a straining point through her shirt, released it and met her stare with eyes smoky as sin. Heaving a breath, she pushed open the French doors. She pulled him by a finger, led him across the house.

  When they reached the stairs, he pinned her against the banister and lifted off her shirt. He stared at her bare chest and sucked in a loud breath. “Damn, woman.” Grasping both her breasts, he gave one a broad swipe with his tongue. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, raked his teeth over it. She writhed and sighed. Moving to the other one, he captured the nipple in his teeth, gave it a tug. He circled the areola with long, tantalizing licks. He lightly bit and suckled until she thought she’d incinerate on the spot. Before she could recover, he moved to the other breast for a similar treatment.

  Tendrils of hot desire ribboned through her. Every cell cried out for release. She craved him with every ounce of energy. “Oh God, Jake. I want you to fuck me.”

  Giving her breast a final kiss, he slid his hands around her waist. His
rough, calloused skin made his touch more intense, way more pleasurable. She met his stare. His smoky gaze reflected untamed lust.

  “First I’m going to tease you.” He caught her earlobe in his mouth, scraped it between his teeth. “Then I’m going to tease you some more. I can’t wait to taste you.”

  She crushed her hips into him, whimpered softly. His cock pressed against her. She took his hand in hers and ushered him up the stairs.

  Halfway to the top, he grabbed her wrists and clasped them to the wall, high over her head. He licked the valley between her breasts, rounded each nipple with slow, teasing kisses as she squirmed and bucked. The sensation undid her. Her pussy pulsed and twitched, ready for that big cock. The instant he loosened his grip, she broke away. She slipped past him and charged up the remaining steps, giggling and panting.

  He raced after, chased her into the guest room. His towel fell to the floor. She watched him silently, in awe of his powerful male beauty.

  Kicking the towel away, he crossed the dark room. He switched on a lamp on the table next to the bed.

  Perfect. It shed just enough light to keep the mood sultry. Not that they needed any help with that, though. She had a feeling even glaring fluorescent light wouldn’t douse any of the heat permeating the atmosphere.

  Her gaze fell to his engorged cock, hard as stone.

  “Take off your pants,” he ordered.

  That gruff, masculine tone ratcheted her desire higher than she thought possible. But she hesitated, held back an excited laugh. “Make me.” She lifted an eyebrow in challenge.

  A challenge he accepted. He started toward her, a wicked grin on his face. Grabbing her hands, he yanked her toward the bed, but she resisted, eager to ratchet up the game.

  Before she knew what was happening, Jake swept her off her feet and lifted her into his arms as if she weighed nothing. He carried her to the bed and dropped her in the middle. Climbing over her, he trapped her beneath him.

  Her pulse quickened and her pussy ached for his touch. Slow as honey he unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the fly. Anticipation drummed through her. He planted wet kisses on her belly. Inch by inch, he peeled away her jeans. He smoothed his hands along her legs, her feet.

  Lifting her foot, he kissed the soul. A quiver of excitement rolled over her. He drew her big toe into his mouth and slid it in and out. The suggestive motion felt surprisingly sensual. His tongue dragged over her skin in slow, sweeping movements. He massaged her heel and instep, treated the other toes to the same pampering he’d given the first one. After he’d finished with the other foot, he held her legs open and fixed a dark stare on her pussy.

  Her panties were moist and more cream collected at her entrance under his intense scrutiny. Jake moved closer and settled his hands on either thigh. “What will I do with you, Miss Paige?”

  “Fuck me. Please.”

  He gave his head a heavy shake. “Not time yet. I want you sufficiently desperate.”

  She whimpered helplessly. He rubbed the heel of his hand along the scrap of fabric between her thighs.

  “Please.” Her pussy throbbed for his attention.

  He sneaked a finger under the elastic only for a brief moment.

  She sighed her disappointment.

  “I told you. I’m going to tease you for a long, long time.” He moved his head to her neck, kissed the hollow of her throat, her chin, her eyelids. She breathed in the clean scent of his hair. His smooth, freshly shaved skin slid over hers. He kneaded her breasts and trailed soft kisses in a line down her body. She bucked and squirmed as his tantalizing touch moved below her bellybutton. He skated past her pussy, licked her inner thighs. Heat burned her skin. Her head swirled with pleasure and her sex ached to be filled. She raised her hips to urge him closer to her core, but he wouldn’t be rushed.

  Her panties were now drenched with her juices. Jake ran his thumb along her fabric covered intimate lips, tantalizing her, destroying her defenses. With every stroke of his tongue, each flick of his fingers, she skittered closer and closer to the edge.

  She couldn’t take any more. She needed him inside her. “Please, Jake.”

  He lifted his head, met her stare, grinning. “Please what?”

  “Please fuck me.”

  A taunting laugh. “Patience.” He plucked her nipples between his fingers, rubbed his erection along her thigh.

  She spread her legs wider, hoping for relief. Planting a kiss between her breasts, he rubbed a hand over her sex. She arched toward him, increasing the pressure. He hooked his fingers through the elastic band along the top of her panties and eased the underwear over her hips. She tried to shimmy the tiny garment off, but Jake grasped her waist and held her still. “Not until I’m good and ready.” She clamped down on the overwhelming need to come. He rolled her over so she lay on her stomach. Settling his hands on her rear end, he said, “You have a gorgeous ass, Paige.”

  She lifted her buttocks, giving him access to her sex. His fingertip slipped between her thighs and found the upper edge of her cleft. She rocked against his touch, yearned for him to go deeper into her pussy. But he stopped and withdrew his hand.

  Finally he slid her panties down her legs, took them off. She glimpsed them flying across the room. He pushed his cock along the crease between her ass cheeks and returned his hand to her lips. “You want to come, Paige?”

  “Yes, please.” Her voice sounded deliciously desperate, even to her ears. She lifted her ass higher.

  He licked a line down her back, sending an erotic quiver over her skin. “Must be time, then.” He flipped her onto her back. She shivered with anticipation. Spreading her lips, he sneaked his fingers inside her furls and found her clit. She focused all her energy, all her thoughts on the moment, the feel of his long fingers dipping into her drenched pussy, sliding inside her, higher and deeper. Drowning in pleasure, she gasped, rocked against his hand. He moved with her, picked up on her rhythm and stroked her toward the edge, faster and harder.

  Holding her breath, she allowed herself to let go, to dive into pleasure as an orgasm shook her body. She twisted and moaned as the blissful release spread through her.

  “That’s it, baby, let it go.”

  She clenched her intimate muscles, pulling him deeper.

  He lowered his head between her legs and licked her folds, stroked inside her. An aftershock of ecstasy had her bracing herself, curling her fists into the bedclothes.

  Jake’s control shredded when he saw Paige writhe with pleasure. He needed to fuck her, long and hard and deep.

  “Condom,” she gasped. “Suitcase.”

  He raced across the room to it. “Where?”

  “Inside pocket. Hurry.”

  He found one immediately, tore open the packet and rolled it over his cock.

  “Hurry!” She held out her arms, lifted her hips to him.

  He climbed on top of her, drove his shaft into her juicy depths. God, she was tight. Paige’s long, slow moan filled the air. Her sweet scent wrapped around him. Her delicious taste lingered on his lips as he pistoned his hips, speared his cock deeper inside her.

  Yearning to make the pleasure go on and on, he took his time, savored every stroke. Catching her nipple in his mouth, he suckled, drew a pleasured gasp from her lips. Her channel conformed to his shaft as if it had been made for him alone.

  She grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked. “Yes, Jake. Yeeeeesss.”

  He felt her pussy clench around his cock as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Watching her face contort with pleasure sent a jolt of power and passion through him. She shuddered and shook, writhing beneath him. Her trembling ebbed and a satisfied smile settled on her lips.

  He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over him so she straddled him.

  “Now I get to ride you.” She pulled her knees in close to his sides and lifted her hips, ground against him.

  Christ, he was buried so deep inside her. He took hold of her hips, fought to maintain his control as she rocked
and undulated above him. She adjusted to the pace and rhythm he set.

  He squeezed her tits, tweaked her tight nipples. Paige leaned her head back and sighed, quickening her pace. He was so close, but he held back, clamping down on his overpowering need.

  She adjusted her stance so her feet sat flat against the mattress, giving her more control over her hips. She curled her fingers into his sides, bouncing above him. He let go and a white-hot blast of pleasure shot through him, surging in every direction. A primal growl rumbled in his chest as blinding ecstasy flooded his veins.

  Paige kept riding him, milking every last drop of seed from him. He caught her waist, held her still. She crumpled against him, their hearts pounding in unison. He ran his hands over the smooth skin on her back, damp with sweat. Shutting his eyes, he drew a breath laced with the musky scent of their lovemaking.

  He’d let her sleep—for a while. But he hadn’t finished with her tonight. Not by a long shot.

  Chapter Four

  Paige opened her eyes and tried to orient herself. Images of Jake making love to her flooded her mind. She could barely make out his features in the dark, but she caught his familiar scent, heard the steady cadence of his breathing. The sex had been better than with her ex, better than with any of her past lovers.

  Don’t get too used to him.

  She’d leave in less than a week never to return. Developing feelings for the man would be foolish and totally illogical. And she was nothing if not completely practical. But why not enjoy the ride as long as she could?

  She eased the covers back and climbed out of bed. Nature called. On her way back from the bathroom she heard something—a squeak? And another. A meow, a tiny one. Following the sound to the last room on the left, she pressed her ear to the door. Definitely a cat.

  She entered the room and immediately recognized Jake’s earthy scent and the cowboy boots in the corner. A tiny ball of orange fluff wound around her foot and stared up at her with bright green eyes.