Sun-Kissed

by Sierra Dafoe

  Don’t. The voice in her head was half warning, half plea. She ignored it, switching her attention fully to the man before her. He stared at her, his eyes drinking her in as she stepped off the stage to kneel on the table before him, thrusting her chest out toward his hungry gaze. Just as she had onstage, watching herself in the mirror, she began tracing the upper edge of her bra, over and over, trailing her fingers along the curve of her breasts. The man licked his dry lips, his mouth opening as he panted.

  Don’t, Sonny growled again, his tone almost brittle with frustrated need. Christ, woman, would you push me beyond all self-restraint?

  Julia laughed lightly. Really? That’s all the self-restraint you have? C’mon, Sonny, I thought you were something special. It was an unfair tease, maybe—after all, the only one who hadn’t peaked in a blinding orgasm back at the bar had been him. But, hey, that had been nobody’s choice but his own.

  Even in the dimness, she could see his eyes flare in outraged masculine pride at her gibe. The heat of his fury and arousal beat at her like wildfire. Straightening her shoulders—and making her breasts heave higher as she did—she stared straight at him. This is my night, remember?

  She held Sonny’s stormy blue gaze challengingly as she toyed with her bra, tugging it down just enough to reveal the flushed, dusky edges of her areolae. From the corner of her eye, she saw the man before her swallow heavily. Curving her lips in a slow, intent smile, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then slid it off and leaned closer to the man in front of her. Closer.

  Closer.

  With a deep, agonized groan, he closed his eyes and seized her nipple between his lips. The electric jolt of his mouth on her speared straight to her groin, throbbing along her swollen clit. Sonny’s eyes were as dark as a hurricane, stormy with a desire that was almost frenzied in its intensity. Almost, but not quite. And damn it, she wanted more. She wanted him desperate for her, aching so badly he couldn’t stand it. Aching more deeply than she did right now, feeling the tug at her breast all the way to her womb as the gorgeous hunk before her suckled her hungrily, groaning.

  His mouth worked at her nipple, his eyes half-closed in ecstasy, drawing it deep as if he couldn’t get enough. Letting go of Sonny’s gaze, she closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensation—and immediately became aware of the other men watching her, almost rigid with desire.

  Their delicious agony lashed at her, a sensation as palpable as Sonny’s erection had been earlier, pressing against her crotch. She writhed sensuously beneath it, thrilled to the core at the power she had over these men.

  Every one of them, she knew, would do anything to taste her. To touch her. To bury his aching hardness in her slick heat…

  God, woman! Sonny’s groan as he sensed her intention was thick with agony. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?

  She did, in fact. She knew rather precisely what she was doing to him. Smiling wickedly, she glanced at the handsome, sloe-eyed man to her left, beckoning him to her with a sultry wink. Fumbling up from his chair, he staggered blindly toward her as she cupped her other breast. His gaze fixed on it, he dropped to a seat next to Channing and leaned forward, his breath hitching on a moan as she guided his mouth to her taut, aching nipple.

  Oh God. She had to close her eyes a second, pushed almost to the brink by the sight of their two heads bent to her breasts, sucking ravenously. She’d caught a glimpse of their hands, just beneath the edge of the tabletop, working and pressing against the raging hard-ons inside their pants. Even with her eyes closed, she could picture it clearly—the strong, agile fingers clutching and rubbing through the fabric, the men so aroused, so far beyond any sense of shame or self-control that they couldn’t resist touching themselves right in front of her…

  And if she didn’t stop thinking about it, she was going to come. Right now. Opening her eyes, she caught Sonny’s gaze again.

  His pupils were so dilated she could practically see the storm raging inside him, practically feel the blood surging through his veins, his groin, hammering in his rock-hard erection as he watched her. God, what would it be like to watch him beat off? To watch those clever, powerful fingers playing over his shaft, clenching it, stroking it up and down until it was hard as iron, pulsing on the very brink? She bit her lip, her head swimming dizzily at the image in her mind, and a sharp, hot hunger throbbed in her clit.

  You’re going to force me to do exactly that, he growled. His hands clenched spasmodically on the table before him, and she laughed in her head.

  Oh, no, you don’t!

  The raking gaze he shot her was compounded of equal parts rage and disbelief.

  You’re ordering me, woman?

  Oh, hell yes, she was. This is my night, remember? You keep your hands where I can see them.

  His only reply was a low, dangerous growl—but he tightened his hands into fists on the table before him.

  His response made her smile…and at the same time, she was amazed at her own temerity. She was playing with fire, and she knew it. What she was doing was tantamount to teasing an enraged tiger, holding it in check by no more than the thin, fragile thread of her will.

  The sensation was more intoxicating than anything she’d ever felt in her life. Cupping her hands around the backs of the men’s heads, she drew them tighter against her breasts, and they suckled harder, groaning, tormenting her nipples till they ached like fire.

  How far did she dare go with this? Even in her excitement, she wasn’t about to be stupid. As luscious as they were, nevertheless she knew nothing about them, about their pasts. She wasn’t about to take any chances with her own health or safety merely for the sake of a single night’s hedonism.

  Although if it weren’t for that concern…

  From the corner of her eye, she caught a flicker of movement from Sonny. He’d tilted his head back, closing his eyes. Damn you, Jules.

  Despite his words, what she felt from him wasn’t anger but an odd, choking humor, as if her very brazenness both amused him and left him breathless. She saw him swallow heavily, then open his eyes, his gaze boring into hers almost hypnotically.

  All right. Do your worst. Nothing will happen to you, Jules, I swear it. He opened one hand in a strange, evocative gesture, almost of surrender, and an intangible wave of energy swept over her. It was the oddest sensation, like being enclosed in an invisible force field that shimmered across her skin yet never quite touched her. With it came a bone-deep conviction that what he’d told her was true. She could do anything tonight, anything at all…and nothing would hurt her.

  He would protect her—was protecting her. She could feel it.

  God, she could do absolutely anything she wanted. The mere thought made her head swim. She could lean forward and whisper to the two men before her, telling them to unzip their pants, free their raging hard-ons so she could watch them stroke themselves as they suckled her.

  She closed her eyes, picturing it, their hands raking savagely up and down their shafts, the tips of their cocks hard and shiny, fully engorged. She could lie back on the table—or better yet, on the stage—and let them cover her with their bodies, plunging into her furiously. She could even, she thought faintly, her body throbbing at the thought, beckon them all up there. Every man in here. Could let them penetrate her, over and over, their cocks pressing against her, their faces blurred with desire…

  And Sonny would watch, his hands clamped on the table, his eyes fixed on her as she bared herself for him, letting one man after another fill her as he watched. Her clit pulsed as she imagined it. Their hands on her, touching her, stroking her most intimate places. Spreading her open. Spearing her again and again till she was shuddering, racked by orgasms, limp and sated while Sonny quivered with unspent need…

  It was tempting. God, it was so tempting! When would she ever have a chance like this again? To take every man in the place, letting them fuck her, fil
l her, coating her in their juices till she glistened. Her body spasmed, hovering at the edge of a blinding orgasm from the thought, just the thought of it, teased even further by the twin mouths working at her breasts, savaging her nipples with frantic hunger…

  “No,” she whispered. And opened her eyes.

  Sonny was staring at her, his gaze so hot and heavy it took her breath away. Raising her head proudly, she pushed the two men before her back away from her body. They were luscious, absolutely delectable…but she didn’t want them. She didn’t know them. And they neither knew nor cared about her.

  Oh, they were attracted to her, sure. So desperate for her they actually whimpered as her nipples slid from their mouths. They leaned forward blindly, their mouths still hanging open. Their pathetically hopeful expressions almost made her laugh—they looked like birds. Baby birds, with their beaks open hungrily.

  Well, someone else was going to have to fill them. It wouldn’t be her.

  “Sorry, boys,” she murmured, drawing away, feeling an entirely different sense of power than the one that had filled her not two minutes before. Because, as handsome as they were, she still deserved more. She deserved a man who cared for her, cared so much he would sit back and let her torment him to the very edge of madness. One who cared so much he would orchestrate all this just to make her happy.

  She deserved Sonny. And she wasn’t going to settle for less.

  She looked at him, resolution forming strong and unshakable within her—and saw his expression change as she rose slowly to her feet, brushing past the men staring after her as if they didn’t even exist. The blood seemed to drain from his face, the desire in his eyes shading into something both hotter and more vulnerable as she approached him, moving sensuously in her high-heeled sandals, her discarded bra dangling from one hand, until she stood before him, holding his gaze with a rapt intensity that made him swallow heavily.

  “You,” she whispered. “And only you.”

  Chapter Six

  Sonny surged up from the table, knocking it aside as he swept her into his arms. His mouth closed over hers with an urgency that eclipsed completely the purely physical yearnings of the men she’d left behind. His body trembled against hers, a barely suppressed need quivering through his frame as he crushed her to him, holding her with a fierce possessiveness that pierced her heart. She melted against him, her blood racing, barely able to stand beneath the onslaught of his desire.

  His lips savaged hers, claiming them, searing them with heat. Blindly, he seized her to him. He lashed her mouth with his tongue, tasting it deeply, and she moaned into his open mouth.

  God, she wanted him in her now. Right now.

  Except not with spectators. Not this time. This time was going to be just about Sonny.

  He dropped his mouth to her neck, trailing frantic kisses up and down the sensitive skin. She clung to him, her body trembling with needs of its own. “Get me out of here,” she murmured breathlessly, feeling his wavy golden hair tickle her lips as she whispered in his ear. He drew his head back, his eyes searching hers questioningly. Her crotch throbbed, aching with longing, and she strained against him, working her hips back and forth against the hard, pulsing length of his shaft.

  “God, Sonny, get me out of here now.”

  With a choked growl that was half curse, half agonized groan, he seized her up in his arms, his jaw tight in frenzied determination. He barely paused long enough to stride to the stage and scoop up her discarded dress before carrying her, like a prize, like a treasure, through the darkened nightclub and back out the door.

  The air was so smooth, so sweet as they came out of the club. Julia sucked in deep lungfuls of it, grateful for its coolness against her heated skin.

  Skin… Oh, God. She was still nearly naked, her crumpled dress clenched in one of Sonny’s fists, her bra dangling loosely from her arm. Moonlight gleamed along her thighs, her exposed breasts…and she didn’t care. She just didn’t care. So long as she didn’t spend the night in a jail cell because of it, she didn’t give a damn.

  Which was good, because she suspected Sonny didn’t care much either. She could see the knotted muscles in his jaw, the jutted, almost bellicose line of his chin. He carried her, his tread determined and purposeful, past the sweet-scented white flowering bushes, his footsteps crunching heavily on the gravel path. She clung to him, limp and quivering, feeling the tension that radiated from every muscle in his body.

  She’d teased the tiger, all right. And now he wasn’t waiting a moment longer.

  Tilting her head, she could see the muted gleam of the Mercedes ahead of them, its smooth cream paint glowing softly in the darkness. Then Sonny’s head bent to hers, covering her mouth even as he carried her and blocking her view.

  The taste of him was mesmerizing, a combination of heat and sweetness that made her head spin. She was gasping by the time he set her down on the hood of the Mercedes, his hands tugging at her thong with a rough impatience that exhilarated her. Her breasts jiggled in the moonlight, and Sonny’s nostrils flared as he stared at them.

  Smiling wantonly, she leaned back on her elbows, hooking the stiletto heels of her sandals on the car’s bumper, and spread her thighs. Sonny’s gaze dropped from her breasts to the cleft between her legs, and his cock bucked like a wild thing inside his suit pants. Heedless of the passing headlights flickering along King’s Highway, she spread her legs wider. The second her scent reached him, he groaned, deep and low.

  With a hoarse, animalistic growl, he opened his pants in one swift jerk, letting his cock spring free from his clothing. It jutted before him, so thick and hard that she swallowed nervously, feeling her breath tighten.

  Oh wow.

  He was huge. She hadn’t exactly slept with a ton of men in her life—in fact, before tonight, the number of her lovers had amounted to precisely three—but she’d sure never encountered a cock like his before.

  God, could she even take all of him?

  But one look in his eyes told her she no longer had a choice—this tiger was at the end of his endurance. Seizing her arms, he pinned them against the windshield, bearing her down against the smooth metal of the hood as he bent himself over her and thrust the tip of his cock inside.

  She was so wet for him that it entered her easily, despite its size. She could feel the thickness of him stretching her open, making her whimper. He stopped and pulled back, then thrust in again. With each hard, commanding stroke, he pushed a little deeper, muscling his way into her with a single-minded intensity that left her gasping. She squirmed beneath him, both terrified at the size of him and greedy for all of it—now.

  Right now.

  Sonny’s cock flexed inside her as he caught her thought, and she felt him clamp her wrists tightly, wrapping one hand around them both and freeing the other to grab her hip. “Don’t move,” he gritted hoarsely, holding himself rigidly still.

  She nodded, watching the play of passing headlights across his tense features. God, it was impossibly erotic—here she was, splayed naked on the hood of a Mercedes, her body glimmering in the moonlight, the man standing over her still fully dressed in his tailored, sand-colored suit. All anyone driving by would have to do, she thought breathlessly, would be to turn their head…

  Sonny’s eyes, half-closed, flared with unmistakable heat, and his breath hissed between his teeth as he caught her thought. You like that, don’t you? Me taking you right here, in front of anybody.

  Yes, she whispered back, unable to hide the surge of ecstasy inside her. It wasn’t so much the idea of someone watching as it was the deep, thrilling knowledge that it didn’t matter. That he couldn’t wait one second longer to take her.

  His cock filled her completely, stretching her open, throbbing delectably against the walls of her passage—and she could tell by the position of his hips that he wasn’t even all the way in yet. Closing her eyes a moment, she swallowed, trying t
o imagine how it would feel to have him seated inside her up to the hilt.

  She opened her eyes again, gazing up at him from under heavy lids. God, he was handsome. So handsome it took her breath away. Moonlight silvered his flaxen-blond hair, glinted in the golden stubble now dusting his jaw. His eyes in the darkness were a deep, smoky cobalt, his gaze fixed on her as intently as hers was on him.

  He wanted her. Wanted her so badly it made her head spin. She could feel his need beating at her, as potent and searing as the sun in the Sahara—yet he was holding back, reining himself in with an effort made obvious by every twitch in his taut jaw muscles, every tremor in the hands on her wrists and hip. Giving her time to adjust to his size, making sure he didn’t hurt her…

  He wouldn’t. Not ever. The conviction warmed her completely. He was almost too perfect, too wonderful…and she wanted to do something wonderful for him. Tilting her head playfully, she asked, Whatever are you waiting for, Sonny? Should I take you back inside? Let you watch me play with all those pretty boy toys you found me until you’re ready to come in your pants?

  She accompanied her question with a wickedly graphic image and felt Sonny stiffen above her, his breath rasping harshly in his throat. As if that one final thought had shredded his last ounce of self-control, he came down over her, releasing her hands to drag her hips hard against him, his muscles bunching tightly as he rammed himself home.

  Julia gasped, her head snapping back as he penetrated deep—so deep that the sensation was a mind-searing flare. God! She couldn’t stand it. It was incredible. Overwhelming. He throbbed inside her, his cock pulsing in time with the thunderous beats of his heart, buried completely inside her. His swollen balls pressed against the curves of her ass as he fought desperately—his jaw working, his nostrils flaring—not to climax.

  Slowly, clenching his teeth, he slid out a millimeter, then rocked back in. Again. And again. He bent down to her, his mouth claiming one nipple while his hands cupped her breasts. Panting, she hung transfixed beneath him, feeling nothing but the tug of his mouth at her breast, the pulling drag inside her as he withdrew and nudged deeper, withdrew and nudged deeper…