More Than Love You

by Shayla Black

  When I focus on her again, her lips are slightly swollen. Her pupils have dilated even more. And she’s looking straight at my cock.

  “Problem?”

  Her gaze never wavering, she shakes her head. “I’m looking forward to getting every inch of you in my mouth.”

  Oh, fuck. She couldn’t have said many other things that would have thrilled the hell out of me even half so much. “Baby, I’m dying for that moment, too. But first things first… I promised you orgasms.”

  She lifts her gaze to my face with a grin. “So you did. Do your worst, jock.”

  The snappy comeback on the tip of my tongue dissolves as she arches her back and spreads her legs wider. I wish like hell I’d turned on more lights in the room, and I vow I’ll fuck her tomorrow too, when sunlight floods this suite and I can see every inch of her ivory perfection.

  “I plan on being your best fuck ever.” I mean that sincerely as I lower my body over hers again, pressing skin to skin, fitting my cock against the soft pad of her bare pussy.

  Before she can come back at me with a saucy reply, I seize her mouth again, take her lips, delve deep. When she hits my senses, the impact makes me groan. She melts on my tongue. She’s sweet and tart and addictive. I’m going to have to have more of her, I can already tell. A night may not be enough. But this works in my favor. She needs a place to stay until she returns to San Diego, one where she won’t have to hear her brothers procreate. I can give her that. She can stay in my house, in my bed, where I’ll be able to sink into her any time I want, day or night, until I sate this raging need clawing at my self-control.

  Beneath me, all her sass and teasing turns to eager compliance. She’s in the moment with me in every way, her hands busy mapping my back, her lips clinging to mine, her legs folding around my hips.

  How easy it would be to notch down her body enough to slide inside her, feel her without any barrier between us, and take her the way I’ve never taken any woman. The urge is there. I don’t even understand why I want her bareback so bad. But that’s a decision we have to make together.

  “Are you on the pill?”

  “Yeah,” she pants into my face.

  I know another teammate who fell into this trap, believing his one-night stand was on the pill when it was a total lie. She’s wrung a fortune from him and made him jump through ridiculous hoops just to see his son ever since. But Harlow isn’t the sort of girl looking to get pregnant for a payday. I’d bet my life on that.

  “I’m clean, I swear,” I tell her.

  “I am, too,” she promises, trailing kisses up the column of my neck and nipping her way toward my lips.

  It’s really hard to think when she does that…

  “Can I have you bare? I might sound crazy, but I want to feel all of you. I don’t want latex—or anything—between us.”

  Harlow breaks away and blinks. “I-I… I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I went off the pill for a bit and I haven’t been back on it that long. I might still be able to get pregnant.”

  On the one hand, I’m disappointed that I can’t just tunnel inside her and enjoy her without a barrier separating us. On the other hand, I’m grateful for her honesty. For a moment, I wonder why she just started the pill recently when she said she hadn’t had sex for months. Female issues? I don’t know and it doesn’t matter. What does is that I’ve got all night with her and I intend to make the most of it.

  “Totally understand. I’ve got condoms.”

  She gives me a halting smile. “I’m glad one of us is a good Boy Scout.”

  “I’m not quite that good, but I always try to be prepared.”

  “There you go. So, about those orgasms… What did you have in mind?”

  “I could tell you, but I think it will be far more fun to show you.”

  Because I can’t help myself, I dip my head for another sweet taste of her mouth. It’s like crack. I can’t make myself back away. I can’t stop tasting her over and over, feeling her grasp me, melt into me, beg me for more with her urgent fingers digging into my skin. Yeah…

  But I can’t kiss her to climax, so I start making my way down her luscious body with a sweep of my lips across her jaw, a nip at her neck, a tongue tracing her collarbones. Right away, I remember the other reason I love fair-skinned girls. Not only do I get a perverse satisfaction of seeing her pale flesh under my bronzed hands, I see the flush of her arousal right away. With every touch and whisper, her response is obvious. The rosy stain blooms in her cheeks and works its way down her body as I do. It follows me wherever I plant my mouth, wherever I glide my palm across her flesh.

  When I hover over her nipples, they not only blush but tighten even more, especially when I swipe gentle thumbs across the tips.

  Her fingers curl around the back of my head in demand. “Suck them.”

  “Is that a please?” I can’t resist teasing her.

  Harlow’s lashes flutter open, and I’m stunned by the aroused green of her eyes. I’m trying my best to rob her of breath, but everything about this woman is stealing mine, too.

  “It’s a request. I’m telling you what I want. You’re not one of those who demands manners in bed, are you? Please, Sir and thank you, Sir and all that?”

  I never have been before. I’ve always preferred equal partners. But the thought of bending Harlow to my will with the pleasure I give her trips my trigger more than I would have thought. “What if I am?”

  Something passes across her face, so quickly I can’t tell what she’s thinking. But I get the impression she actually doesn’t hate the idea.

  “Well, that’s not my thing.”

  Now I know she’s lying—whether that’s to me or herself, I’m not sure. I can’t even put my finger on the reason I’m convinced she absolutely wants a man to command her in bed. Maybe the breathless way she denies it? I tuck the knowledge into the back of my head for now and shrug. “Whatever you say, baby. I won’t make you beg.”

  At least not at the moment.

  Harlow bristles. “I don’t do that.”

  I think I can make her—and I will…when the time is right. I’ll ease her in, let her get comfortable, until she thinks she knows exactly what sort of commodity I am between the sheets. In the meantime, I’ll learn her body, read her cues, see how she responds. I’ll pounce once she’s ripe and she least expects it.

  “No sweat. I assume you have no issues with me putting my mouth on your clit and sucking until you scream your throat raw?”

  She inhales a sharp breath and struggles to find her voice. “None at all.”

  “Excellent. You told me to do my worst, so…”

  I let the insinuation dangle. She can interpret that however she wants. I intend to get busy.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Harlow’s shaky nod. But I’m already fixated on her nipples—and the rest of her body I haven’t had the opportunity to explore yet.

  Cradling one breast in my hand, I dip my head and lave the distended tip. The bead is hard against my tongue. I drag it in and nearly moan at how plump it feels as I suck it deep. I’ve always been oral during sex. I enjoy getting my mouth on a woman and watching her squirm and pant as she races to climax. Already, I suspect Harlow will be different. She won’t lie back passively and let me go down on her. She’ll want to put in her two cents so she has some semblance of control.

  That’s not happening.

  She threads her fingers through my hair. There’s not much to grip, but she manages to dig the tips into my scalp enough to send a tingle racing through my entire body. I shudder as I shift to the other breast and wrap my lips around the taut bud.

  “Harder,” she demands.

  “How hard?” I admit I have a caveman streak. I love being rough with a woman’s nipples. I love to squeeze, bite, torment, and suck them until they’re red and throbbing and sore. “I can make them ache, baby.”

  “Can you make me feel it tomorrow? So that every time they rub against my bikini top I’ll bite my lip an
d remember?”

  Besides food and music, this is another place where we’re absolutely in sync. “That’s like asking if I know how to breathe. It comes natural. If that’s what you want, I’ll be more than happy to give it to you.”

  Her breath sounds choppy as she nods. “Do it.”

  I give her a lazy smile. She has no idea what she’s inviting…

  When I bend my head and lick one hard tip again while pinching the other, she gasps. I don’t even let her recover before I hoover her into my mouth, add a bite of teeth, then soothe it with my tongue again. As I switch to the other nipple, her hips move restlessly. She gives a not-so-subtle tug of my hair. The arch of her back, lifting her breasts closer to my mouth, tells me she’s loving this.

  That makes two of us.

  I keep at her, and the sounds of her whimpers grow louder, closer together. She wraps her legs around me and digs her nails into my scalp with every drag and draw on her nipples. They’re swelling in my mouth, and I swear the flavor of her on my tongue is only getting sweeter. I can fucking smell her arousal in the air between us, and it’s all I can do not to grab the nearest condom and start plowing her until she screams. But I have to make this so good for her that she’ll never forget. I need her to be as desperate to have me inside her as I am to get there.

  I’ve always been competitive. Succeeding has been bred and hammered into me since my first peewee football coach, my dad, insisted that I should never try less than my best and that dreams unfulfilled are merely aptitude wasted. No way am I not succeeding at arousing Harlow—what’s her last name?—out of her head with desire.

  “Holy hell…” she pants out. “That’s so good.”

  “Your nipples sore yet, baby?”

  She nods almost unconsciously. I wonder how much control she has over her brain with all the desire coursing through her blood. Her hugely dilated pupils say it’s not much. “Yeah.”

  “You like it.” I don’t ask; I know.

  “Love it.” She cradles her own breasts and gives the nipples a tweak, tossing back her head and digging her heels into the mattress.

  Have I ever been with a woman who arouses me this much? If I have, she’s gone from my memory bank now, replaced solely by this one.

  “I feel everything now. Every lick, every pull, every nip. My nipples and my clit seem connected, and every drag on one”—she pinches the hard tips again and groans—“pulls between my legs.”

  As it should be. “How you going to hold up when I get my mouth down there, baby?”

  Her lashes flutter. Her lips part. I’m enjoying the hell out of undoing strong-willed Harlow. “I’ll come hard.”

  “That’s exactly what I want to hear,” I murmur as I take over pinching her taut beads.

  Her nipples are probably reaching max stimulation, but I can’t quite let up. I toy and tease, just one more slow, soft pass of my tongue or a tiny brush of my knuckles over the tips. She shudders, writhing under me. She doesn’t need much stimulation now to feel my every caress, and watching the unvarnished reactions pass over her face is like magic. For sure she’ll be tender after her orgasm—and probably for the next few days. But I don’t want these sensitive buds so worked over that I can’t indulge in this oral treat again tomorrow.

  Still, I’m reluctant to let up. The gentlest lick against them has her tensing and struggling to breathe. I exhale on them, kiss all around them, skim the barest touch over them. She closes her eyes, whimpers, and melts into the mattress.

  This girl is so fucking responsive. She makes me feel less like a guy who knows his way around a bedroom and more like a man commanding his woman’s body. A few hours ago I would have resisted that idea. First, I’ve known how the female form works since Leilani Iosua during my tenth-grade season. I can get women off. But Harlow is different. This is so heady. And that’s scary. My whole attitude and approach to her feel oddly possessive. I’m not in the market for attachments. My life is too up in the air.

  But everything about this woman sizzles me and fries my brain.

  “Noah, show me how hard you can make me come,” Harlow says, her voice not quite even.

  It’s not a demand…but it’s more than a request. I’m happy to oblige. “I’ve been looking forward to this.” I slide down her body, kissing my way across her tummy, then down again to that bare, puffy triangle of flesh, so wet now I can already see how slick and welcoming she’s going to be. “Spread your legs wider for me.”

  When she does, my jaw nearly drops. She’s all pale and pink and perfect. If a pussy can be pretty, hers definitely is. Between the swollen lips, I see a hint of rosy folds and the tiny opening I’m desperate to fill with my cock.

  I spread her open with my thumbs as I settle my shoulders between her thighs. I’m getting comfortable down here because I intend to stay until she cries for mercy. Maybe longer.

  Under my hands, she’s turned still, anticipation freezing everything except the air shuttling in and out of her lungs. Those are working overtime as she stares my way. Yeah, she wants it. I can’t wait to blow her mind.

  “I hope you’re a screamer,” I growl because I’m too aroused to find my normal tone of voice.

  “Not usually.”

  With a sly glance up her body, I zero in on her watchful gaze. “Let’s see if we can change that.”

  Then words are no longer necessary, and I turn my attention to the pouting flesh inches from my lips. I’m practically salivating. She’s so ripe and juicy, and my oral addiction needs another fix, especially when I see how red and engorged her clit is before I’ve even touched it.

  This is going to be so easy…and so satisfying.

  I stroke my tongue through the furrow between her folds, ending at the apex. I lave the knot of nerves in a slow swipe that has her gasping and fisting the sheets. She grinds her ass into the mattress, then lifts up to my mouth, restless and eager.

  “Oh, Noah…”

  “You like that?” I know the answer but I want to hear her admit it. I have a feeling that, usually, she’s a tough nut to crack.

  “Yes,” she says on an outrush of breath.

  “You want more?”

  “Yes.”

  Say please. The demand is on the tip of my tongue. I’m not normally that sort of guy, but with Harlow the urge is almost compulsive. I’m not even sure if that’s because I merely want to bend her or totally own her in this moment. But I stifle the urge to push her now. If tonight is all we have, I don’t want to spend it fighting a battle of wills. If I can hook her now, the power struggle that may come later will be much easier to win. And victory will be so sweet.

  Until then, I stiffen my tongue and flick her hard pearl. As I do, I fit a pair of fingers inside her. The sweltering heat of her nearly burns me. Jesus, she’s snug. And as I take her clit between my lips and suck in gentle pulls, I feel the corresponding clamp of her vaginal muscles on my fingers.

  She’s going to be so tight to fuck. That will be a thrill all by itself. But I love the idea of turning this woman inside out and wringing every ounce of pleasure out of her I possibly can. I want to addict her. I haven’t even fucked her yet, and already I fear she’ll be like heroin. The pull to her will be strong, the craving too hard to resist. Hours after one fix, I’ll need another…and another…and another.

  Or maybe it’s just been so long since I’ve had sex and I’m so horny that everything about Harlow feels new and different and amazing. Yeah, I’ll go with that.

  My internal BS meter is pealing in alarm. But I’m ignoring that for now.

  Instead, I dive into Harlow headfirst, opening my mouth on her pussy as if I can kiss every part of it at once. Her tangy-sweet cream is abundant and addictive. Holy shit, I’ve always loved pussy, but this woman… I moan and grip her thighs. If she’ll stay beyond tonight, I’m going to make her my breakfast. I’ll need snacks during the day, too. I wonder how she’ll react if I suggest she take to wearing skirts and ditching her panties. I want twenty-four-seven access
. I want this cunt—and this woman—to myself.

  Harlow’s breathing edges up a notch. Every exhalation sounds shakier and noisier. I flick her clit with my tongue again, finding the very tip and working it with the flat, absorbing everything about her into my taste buds. In response, she whimpers and plants her feet on the bed, lifting her hips to my mouth.

  I open wider, take her flesh in deeper, at the same time I turn my wrist and flick my fingers against her most sensitive spot. It’s not hard to find. It’s the one that feels smooth and flat and makes her cry out and bow her back when I rub it.

  “God, you taste good,” I tell her as I wrap my free hand around her shin and shove the leg up to her hips. “Grab your knees and hold yourself open for me. I want to taste every part of you.”

  She hesitates, watching me lick her essence from my lips, then dip my tongue through her folds again. Then she shudders, struggles through another breath, and complies.

  Good girl.

  I duck my head and focus all my attention on her wet, swelling flesh once more. If anything, she turned sweeter, headier. I stroke her from her soft opening all the way to her knotted clit in one long swipe before I circle around the distended pearl again and again.

  “Noah! I’m going to…” Her breath catches before she can finish. “It’s big. I don’t know if I can hold out.”

  “Then don’t. Believe me, I’ll be doing this again.”

  I already have plans. I think I’ll lay her across the dining room table and make a brunch out of her come Sunday. No, that’s too many days away. Besides, I can have brunch any damn day I want. The idea of pouring champagne over her and licking it from all the intriguing dips and valleys of her body, watching the bubbly trickle to her pussy and tonguing it from her, is enough to jack up my desire even more.

  She fists the sheets even tighter. “Suck my clit in your mouth and rub that spot again.”

  I will…in time. “You’re awfully demanding.”