“Don’t you dare cover your gorgeous body. I want to see all of it.”
She struggled to keep her hands by her side. “I don’t have a voluptuous body like the women I’ve seen you with.”
He kissed her hard, nipping her bottom lip. “You must have a really low opinion of me.”
She shook her head, shocked to hear him say those words. If anything, the opposite was true.
“I don’t.”
He tilted his head. “Are you sure? You seem to think I only care about how you look. You seem to think I only find one type of woman sexy and beautiful.”
When he said it that way, it made her feel silly. If he was a shallow man, she wouldn’t be interested in him in the least. It was all the wonderful things about him which made him attractive.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I guess I’ve always been self-conscious about my small breasts.”
He cupped her breasts and teased the nipples with his thumbs. “They’re perfect, just right for my hands. Your body is sexy, Leah. But do you know what I find most sexy about you?”
His hands were doing naughty things to her nipples and she was finding it hard to concentrate on his question.
“Um, no.”
He leaned forward and brushed her ear with his lips. “Your mind. Your mind is sexy. You’re smart, and funny, and inquisitive, with a zest for life I admire. Sex starts in the brain, you know. How many times have you pictured us together like this? I know I have about a million times. It makes me hard every time. Does it make you wet?”
She licked her lips and nodded, past any sort of verbal ability. He was right. Sex started in the brain, and he’d wormed his way into hers. His warm hands ran all over her body, finding all the sensitive spots and making her crazy. Her knees were ready to give out when he lifted her and placed her gently on the bed.
He covered her body with his own, pressing kisses on her face, neck, ears, and lips. She could feel the heat of his body and the roughness of the hair on his legs and arms in contrast to the silky hair on his chest. She ran her fingers through it, loving the feel of it against her skin. His cock was hard again already and pressed between them. She hooked her leg around his and pulled him closer, hungering to feel him inside of her. Her pussy clenched, feeling empty and needy.
Justin pulled back, reached into the nightstand, and pulled out his phone with a smile. “Here’s the challenge. I’m going to set the timer on my phone. If I can’t make you come in the next fifteen minutes, you get to be in charge in the bedroom. However, if I make you come before the alarm goes off, I’m in charge. Deal?”
Fifteen minutes didn’t seem like enough time. The few lovers she’d had rarely made her come in an entire evening. What if she couldn’t come in the time allotted? The fact was she really didn’t want to be in charge. Hell, she wouldn’t know what to do if she was. She had no desire to spank Justin. The idea was ludicrous and not a turn-on at all.
The doubt must have shown on her face. “You don’t think I can do it? Honey, I’m going to send you into orbit tonight. More than once.”
Damn, he was arrogant. She loved his self-confidence, but at the moment it was annoying. This was her body he was talking about. If he couldn’t make her come, and she ended up in charge, she could always order him to be in charge, right?
“Fine,” she snapped. “Deal.”
Geez, men are so competitive. Becca was right.
Justin set the alarm and started trailing wet kisses down her neck, cheek, and to her abdomen. She squirmed as he nibbled at her rib cage and then licked her belly button. He kissed a path back to her breasts and ran his tongue around each nipple, watching as they tightened into hard nubs. He drew one into his mouth, sucking until she moaned underneath him, while his fingers plucked at the other, her honey dripping from her pussy. She was more turned on than she’d ever been and he’d only just begun. He still had more than ten minutes on the clock.
He ran his tongue lazily from the valley between her breasts to her already drenched pussy. He pushed her thighs apart, insinuating himself so his mouth hovered over her cunt. She could feel his hot breath on her clit and she shuddered with arousal. She wanted his mouth on her more than she had ever wanted anything, but she didn’t want him doing something out of obligation. She pushed at his broad shoulders.
“You don’t have to just because I did.”
He licked at her inner thigh and gave her an evil smile. “Good, because I’m not. Listen to me, Leah. I’m going to lick your pretty pink pussy because I want to. I want your honey on my tongue and your clit in my mouth. I want to shove my tongue inside you and fuck you with it. Am I being clear?”
She swallowed hard, a flush sweeping through her body at his plain speech. Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper. “Very clear.”
When his mouth came down on her, the ability to speak fled. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure wash over her. Justin was right. He was sending her into orbit and this was more than she’d ever experienced. His tongue was tracing the folds of her cunt and circling her swollen nub. Her head was thrashing back and forth and she knew release was a hair’s breadth away. She would promise him anything if only he would help her find that elusive orgasm. She was so close.
He closed his lips over clit, scraping it lightly with his teeth, and then sucking on it. She screamed his name as the climax hit her. It was like being broadsided by a freight train. Her body shook and the waves of pleasure were relentless. She was held in their thrall until finally she came down, being held close in Justin’s arms.
She faintly heard the chirping of the alarm and Justin reaching to turn it off before folding her close to his heart. She nuzzled his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
Eventually, she started to squirm, her body still unsatisfied. She needed to feel his hard cock inside her, thrusting hard and fast. She encircled him with her fingers and heard his indrawn breath.
“Witch. I was trying to give you a chance to catch your breath.”
She caressed him, his cock like velvet steel under her fingers, but pulsing with life. “I don’t want to catch my breath. I want you to take my breath away. I want you inside me.”
Justin levered himself up and reached into the nightstand again, this time pulling out a condom. She blushed as she remembered how they had ended up in bed in the first place.
Justin grinned. “I know what you’re thinking, woman. We would have ended up here anyway, if I’d had my way. I’ve wanted you for months. I’ve fantasized about this for months. Sex starts in the brain, remember?”
She did remember, but a moment of insecurity swept through her. “Months? What about all those women that hang around the club?”
She hated herself for asking the question, for being that clingy, unsure woman.
Way to drive him away.
His expression didn’t turn impatient as she expected. Instead it was incredibly tender. “There are women who hang around. It doesn’t mean Linc and I sleep with them. Once I decided on you, I haven’t slept with anyone else. For months, honey. I only wanted you.”
She wanted to ask about Linc and the two blondes on his arm on Halloween night but didn’t want to ruin the moment. After all, Linc owed her nothing. He wasn’t in bed with them and hadn’t made any promises.
She assumed Justin was so used to sharing women with Linc, he automatically talked about them as if they were here together. He had said he thought Linc would join them, but so far, he hadn’t. It was just as well. She didn’t need the emotional complication of Linc at the moment.
She nodded. “Thank you for telling me. I’m sorry I asked to begin with. You don’t owe me any explanations for anything that may have happened before tonight.”
Justin ripped open the condom wrapper. “Don’t sell yourself short. You have the right to demand that Linc and I toe the line. Don’t put up with any crap behavior from us.” He rolled on the condom and tossed the wrapper on the nightstand. “I’ll admit I’ve been catered t
o in my career and am probably a little bit spoiled. I’m telling you now, Leah, don’t take any shit from me or Linc. Make us spoil you. You deserve it.”
She was about to answer she’d never been spoiled in her life, but he was pressing his cock into her pussy and all other thoughts disintegrated into dust. She moaned and panted as he pushed in relentlessly, stretching her cunt and rubbing against her G-spot. When he was in all the way, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him down for a long, hot kiss while her pussy adjusted to being so full. He was a big man, and she was crammed full of cock.
Her senses whirled and tumbled. She could feel his hard, muscular body pressing her into the mattress. His musky male scent enveloped her, the rough hair on his body brushing her skin and nipples, sending shivers to her pussy. She was beginning to understand why people were so excited about sex. This was what songs and poems were written about.
He started moving, pulling almost all the way out, before pressing back in. Her toes curled with each stroke, sending shivers of pleasure and arousal through her body and straight to her clit. With each thrust, he rubbed against her clit, and soon she was on the edge again, panting and digging her nails into his back. He bent his head and captured her nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking until she was moving under him frantically, trying to get the friction she needed to send her over.
He nipped at the soft skin of her shoulder and then licked at the wound. “Easy, honey. I’ll make sure you get what you need.” He sped up his thrusts and she cried out from the intensity of feeling. He reached between them and ran his fingers around her already swollen and sensitive clit.
“Justin!”
The pleasure was almost painful. Nothing had ever felt this good or right. He thrust in one final time and froze, his head thrown back, his teeth clenched. She felt him pulse inside her and it spurred her orgasm on until they both collapsed on the bed, sweaty, sated, and exhausted.
They both lay there for a while until he pulled away slowly. “I need to take care of the condom, honey. I’ll be right back.”
She felt cold as he left the bed, but he wasn’t gone long. He quickly cleaned her thighs with a warm washcloth before sliding into bed next to her. She felt happy, cared for, and comfortable. Making love with Justin was something she could never have imagined. It was better than anything she’d read in a book.
She didn’t want to move but was unsure as to the protocol now. Was she supposed to get up, get dressed, and head home? She stroked his bicep and pressed a kiss to his chest.
“I guess it’s getting pretty late.”
“Mmmm, I guess so.” Justin’s voice rumbled in his chest. He sounded half asleep.
She wriggled in his arms until she found the perfect spot to sleep, her head pillowed on his shoulder. “I have to work tomorrow. I’m usually not up this late.”
She didn’t really know how late it was, but she couldn’t come right out and ask him if he wanted her to leave.
“Do you need me to set an alarm for the morning? I’m not a morning person, so I don’t usually get up early.”
She relaxed. He wanted her to stay. “I’m an early bird. I wake up at the same time every morning. No need to set an alarm.”
She felt rather than heard his chuckle. “How efficient. Close your beautiful brown eyes, and get some sleep, honey. I’m going to want to make love again in the morning. Fuck, I may wake you up in the middle of the night.”
She pressed closer and let sleep overtake her, loving the feel of Justin’s body next to hers and wondering how long she would have him in her life.
* * * *
The house was finally quiet. Linc stretched out his legs in front of the fireplace and drank a long swallow of whiskey. He’d lost track of the time he’d been sitting here, hearing the sounds of Justin making love to Leah.
At one point, she’d screamed Justin’s name and Linc’s heart had twisted in his chest. He’d known it would be painful to step aside, to give Leah up, but he wasn’t prepared for how excruciating it would be. It was like being cut open and laid bare with no anesthesia. Even the half bottle of whiskey hadn’t been able to deaden the pain inside him.
He wanted to be with her.
Linc knew he’d hurt her earlier. He hadn’t wanted to, and it hurt him even more to know he had. Justin had turned her toward him, and Leah had looked at him with her aroused expression and her lips swollen from Justin’s kiss. It had taken every ounce of his strength not to pull her into his arms and kiss her the way he’d imagined a thousand times. In those fantasies, there was nothing keeping them apart. No secrets between them.
At one point, he’d weakened and stumbled upstairs to join them, his desire for Leah blotting out all the reasons they couldn’t be together. He’d seen her on her knees in front of Justin, looking innocent and sexy at the same time, and he’d felt something break inside of him. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, do this to her, or to himself. He never wanted to see her look at him with shame or disappointment in her eyes. He’d seen that look before and he couldn’t take it from her.
I’m a fucking coward.
He took another gulp of the burning liquid, enjoying the fire trail it left from his throat to his churning gut. Even Justin didn’t know the reason he held himself back from her. After all these years, it was amazing he’d managed to keep this one thing a secret from Justin. They knew everything about each other, but this one thing. But then Linc had become a master at covering this up. No one even suspected the truth. Hell, sometimes he even forgot the truth himself.
He tossed back the last bit of whiskey from the glass and poured himself another.
It was going to be a long night.
Chapter Five
She was having the sexiest, most erotic dream. A warm, wet tongue was licking at her pussy and rough fingers were playing with her nipples. She was so relaxed she let her climax roll right through her, moaning words of encouragement to her dream man.
When the last wave subsided, her eyes snapped open, and her body began to flood with embarrassment. It hadn’t been a dream at all. Justin was grinning at her from between her legs. She wanted to crawl away and die when she realized what she had said to him.
He pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Baby has quite a mouth on her. I hope you liked the orgasm, and yes, ma’am, I do intend to fuck you hard. Although I was planning to take my time.”
She clapped her hands over her eyes and groaned. She really didn’t have a filthy mouth, but in her dreams she was much more wild and wanton than in real life.
Lick me. Lick me until I come, then give me your big cock hard and fast.
He pried her hands apart with a laugh. “Relax, honey. I like a woman who can say what she wants. Saves me from having to figure it out. I’m just a dumb guy, remember?”
She shouldn’t feel self-conscious. She was the same woman he had woken in the middle of the night with caressing hands and had fucked her long and slow, taking his time until they both couldn’t hold back any longer. His mouth and hands had explored her entire body. There were no secrets there. She wanted this and there was no shame in letting him know.
“I thought I was dreaming.”
He reached into the nightstand and snagged another condom. “A dream, huh? If that’s how you are in your dreams, you’re going to have to tell me all of your dreams. We’ll live them out one by one.” He flipped her over on her stomach before she had time to even reply. “This morning, however, we’re going to live out one of my dreams. On your hands and knees, honey.”
She gave him a withering look over her shoulder but pushed to her knees. She wasn’t fooling anyone. She wanted him inside her and he knew it. She heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper and then he held her hips steady, the head of his cock nudging the lips of her pussy. She tried to press back on it, but his fingers tightened, holding her in place.
“Do you want this, honey? Tell me you want my cock and I’ll give it to you.”
She tri
ed to break his hold, but he was firmly in control. “I already did.”
He ran the tip through her drenched folds, teasing her clit. “Tell me again. I want you to say it when you’re awake.”
He continued stroking her slit with his cock, making her increasingly desperate for him. She needed him now. She was starting to understand what it was going to mean when he said he was in charge. He was clearly calling the shots at the moment.
“I want your cock. Fuck me with it.” The words came out slightly choked, but Justin didn’t seem to care.
He patted her on her bottom and whispered, “Good girl,” in her ear. He pulled back and thrust into her all the way to the hilt. She keened at the feeling of his cock so deeply inside of her.
He didn’t work up to it, but started pounding her hard as she’d asked him. She braced herself on the bed, pushing back with each thrust. She could swear she felt every ridge of his cock rubbing her sensitive spots even through the condom. His fingers tangled in her long hair, pulling her lips back for a wet kiss.
She was close to the edge, her body teetering on the precipice, waiting to go over. He slapped her ass cheek with his hand and the pain quickly turned to heat and pleasure. She wriggled her ass in provocation and he did it again and again until she screamed her climax. Her body trembled and she went down, her cheek pressed to the bed. She gave herself up to the waves as she felt him thrust one last time and groan his pleasure with her body. She felt his cock pulse inside of her and his fingers loosened their hold on the long strands of her hair.
He pulled out and she stretched out on the bed while he dealt with the condom. He came back to bed and pulled her close.
“Hell of a morning wake-up call. I could get used to this. You just might turn me into a morning person, honey.”
She kissed his smiling mouth and felt a moment of fear. She could get used to this, as well.
* * * *
“I’ll have the pancake breakfast with maple syrup, two, no, three slices of bacon, and whole-wheat toast. How about an order of those cinnamon apples, too? What are you having, honey?”
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