Sun-Kissed

by Sierra Dafoe

  It was tantalizing, tormenting. Her whole body throbbed. Switching to her other breast, he nibbled the tip lightly, teasing it till it stood up, hard and tight, burning with need. Small, liquid sounds spilled from her throat as he continued that slow, torturous rhythm, and she realized distantly that she was begging, the words tumbling from her mouth without her awareness or control.

  “Oh God, Sonny. Please. Please, I need you to… Oh Jesus…”

  Her head lashed side to side as she squirmed beneath him, impaled on his cock, driven to distraction by his maddening, exquisitely slow tempo.

  To what? Give you more? he queried, his tone laced with satisfaction at the havoc he was wreaking. She whimpered in reply, and his mouth clamped down harder, tugging at one nipple while his fingers squeezed the other. His hips jerked back, leaving her gasping at the sudden emptiness—and then he was surging back into her, hammering himself home, slamming into her with a violence that rocked the car beneath her. Rocked the world on its axis. Rocked her to her core. He pounded into her, ravaging her body until she was arching below him, her breath sobbing in her chest. She clung to him, crying out as the night shattered around her and the agony inside her exploded into bliss. It surged through her, roaring in her veins, and she trembled, clinging to him desperately as her body spasmed, clamping uncontrollably around the massive hardness filling her, spearing her, burying itself so deep all she could do was quiver and shake.

  Sonny reared above her, his proud, regal face thrown back to the moonlight, letting her make out every line, every shift of emotion as his features tightened. His teeth glimmered, bared in a grimace. His forehead was knotted, his jaw clenched in need.

  He bucked against her, his cock swelling even further; then he slammed his hips forward, his balls mashed against her ass, his whole body drawing into one tight, hard line as his cock jerked inside her, flooding her with his seed.

  He roared, pressing even deeper, his cock pulsing again and again as his climax took him. The ecstasy rolling off him was as fierce as a tidal wave, surrounding her, filling her, crashing down around her. She reached for him blindly, tangling her arms in his jacket, and pulled herself up against the rigid planes of his chest as another orgasm ripped through her, making her scream in abandon.

  The quivering in his muscles receded slowly and he cradled her to him, lowering her gently back to the sleek metal hood. She lay there, shuddering and limp, as his lips brushed her forehead, her cheeks, even her nose. When he finally slid out of her, she gave a small, protesting cry.

  She felt rather than saw his smile. “I know,” he said, “but it’d be rather difficult to drive with me still inside you.”

  Try, she thought fiercely, and heard him chuckle.

  “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” Helping her to a seat, he brushed her tousled hair back from her face. She tried to frame a reply, but found that all she could do was stare up at him, wide-eyed and wondering, feeling hollowed out and at the same time so full, so warm…

  Reaching up with one hand, she touched a finger to his lips. Turning his head, he closed his lips around it, sliding the slick heat of his mouth up and down it slowly. She moaned, feeling a fresh pulse of hunger deep in her groin, and saw his eyes darken with renewed lust.

  “A very demanding little thing,” he murmured, pulling his head back, his lips moving sensuously against her trembling fingers. Then his eyes sparkled with sudden mischief. “Tell me, Jules, didn’t you like all the ‘pretty boy toys’ I found you?”

  What? God, she’d totally forgotten about them. Making love to Sonny had blotted everything else from her mind, even the fact that she was stark naked in the moonlight, dressed in nothing but her stiletto-heeled sandals, exposed for any random passerby to see. She liked the sensation, she truly did—among other things, the soft night air rasped delectably against her bare skin—but come to think of it, she didn’t really want to be arrested for indecent exposure. Spending her last night in Myrtle Beach in a jail cell didn’t have much appeal.

  Hearing her thought, or maybe simply sensing her discomfort, Sonny peeled off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders. On her, the darn thing was as good as a tent—it covered her completely, and would have reached halfway down her thighs if she’d been standing. As an added bonus, it smelled like Sonny, enveloping her in his rich, vibrant scent. She hugged it to her as he refastened his pants and moved to sit beside her on the hood of the car.

  He’d been so aroused he’d never even managed to take his jacket off, let alone his pants.

  Oh, Julia. If you only knew how much temptation you are.

  Remembering his whispered words, she snuggled up against him, leaning her head against his broad shoulder. She liked tempting Sonny, especially when it produced such spectacular results.

  He slid an arm around her, cradling her against him. His tall, hard body effectively screened her from the street, and she was so comfortable and sated she felt no urge to move.

  “You didn’t answer my question,” he murmured.

  “What question?” Her mind cast back. Boy toys. Right. “Oh, that.” She shrugged, unwilling to admit how colossally turned on she’d been by the thought of playing with a whole roomful of stunningly gorgeous men. “They were okay,” she said noncommittally.

  “Just okay?” Amusement rumbled in Sonny’s voice. She nudged him with her shoulder, suppressing a smile.

  “All right, they were better than okay.” In fact, they’d been perfect. As perfect as if he’d plucked them straight from every sexual fantasy she’d ever had. Which, she thought wryly, he probably had.

  “How” was a question she couldn’t be bothered with right now. Which was good, because if she started trying to figure out exactly how he’d assembled a room full of men so perfectly designed to appeal to her libido, she’d probably go nuts. In fact, she probably was nuts—he’d laid that whole beefcake buffet out before her, and she’d barely even sampled it.

  Julia bit her lip, feeling a momentary stab of regret. After all, how many times did a girl get such a golden opportunity? But no, this was the man she wanted, right here beside her. She felt Sonny smile in the darkness, turning his head to brush her hair with his lips.

  Thank you for that, dear heart.

  She thought about saying You’re welcome, but it just seemed too facetious. She settled for snuggling closer, wrapping her arms around his waist in a warm hug.

  They sat silently for a few minutes, watching the moonlight on the low, flowering bushes. The statues scattered among them gleamed slightly in the darkness.

  Then Sonny lifted his head, chuckling at some sudden thought.

  “What?” she asked.

  He glanced down at her sidelong, his gorgeous blue eyes dancing with humor. “Nothing.”

  “C’mon, Sonny. Tell me.”

  He chuckled again. “So, what you’re telling me is, the only reason you didn’t play with all those pretty boy toys is because I was there.”

  “What? No, that’s not what I…” Wait, exactly what had she said? “Okay, I see what you mean. But no.”

  “Oh?” He regarded her levelly, his eyes still dancing, but serious now too.

  She nodded. “Yeah, I mean, the idea was great. Seriously.” She gave him a soft, grateful smile, and snuggled up against him again. “It really was thoughtful of you, and I appreciate it. And like I said, I liked the idea…”

  “But?” His warm voice rumbled in the darkness.

  “But it wasn’t simply that I wanted you more. I didn’t want them. Not really. Yeah, the concept was a serious turn-on, but the reality…” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I preferred keeping it a fantasy.” Then she laughed aloud. “Honestly, it was a lot more fun saying no to all those hunks than even saying yes would have been.”

  It was, too. After all, how many women could claim to have turned down even one man that luscious, let a
lone a whole roomful of them? She grinned into the night, feeling really quite full of herself.

  Damn, that had been something.

  Contentedly, she curled closer against Sonny, enjoying his warmth. His mouth had wandered down to her neck again, nibbling gently at the soft, smooth skin just beneath her earlobe.

  “Sonny?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Sonny, how did you know all that, anyway?”

  “All what?” He seemed far more interested in exploring the curves of her throat than answering her.

  “About me. About Kyle. About what sort of men I like…”

  He lifted his head, studying her with a small smile. “I thought you couldn’t be bothered with ‘how’.”

  Julia rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Yeah, dude, that was so like five minutes ago, and besides, you had me thinking about naked hunks.” It really wasn’t fair to go poking about in her head and expect to find consistency.

  A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. “No, I suppose it’s not.”

  “Dang it, Sonny!”

  His expression sobered—but there was still a kind of quiet hilarity dancing in his eyes as he finally deigned to answer her. Well, kind of. “I told you, Jules, I know you.” Which didn’t explain a damn thing. His mouth quirked again at her frustration, and he leaned forward, his teeth trailing lightly across her neck, his breath teasing her earlobe. “I do. I’ve been watching you a long time. I like watching you, Jules.”

  Wow, she thought distantly. The idea should have been creepy; instead it thrilled her. “But how? I’ve never even seen you before.”

  She could feel him grin against her neck, his breath warm on her skin as he whispered, “You’ve seen me every day of your life. You just didn’t know it.”

  Dang it, if he made her ask how one more time…She pulled away and glared at him, and Sonny laughed aloud. But before she could dismember him—or at least throw an elbow in his gut—he hugged her to him unexpectedly, holding her with her head tucked beneath his chin. “Oh, Jules. Stubborn, rational Julia. You have no idea how much you please me.”

  Which was, she had to admit, a rather nice compliment. “But…”

  He shook his head slightly as she glanced up at him. “Don’t question it, Jules, all right? I promise, by morning, you’ll understand.”

  Which felt kind of like those Internet ads, the ones with fifty-point headlines screaming “Click here to discover the miracle secrets of weight loss FREE!” or whatever and then made you sit through a twenty-minute presentation only to find out you had to actually buy their product before they’d give you any purportedly useful information. She’d learned long ago not to even bother clicking on those kinds of ads—but this was different. Unlike the Internet, Sonny actually kept his promises. She guessed she could wait until morning for some answers.

  Wrapped in his strong arms, she smiled slightly into the darkness. Yeah, this had definitely been a night to remember, all right. Even if it ended right now, she’d have no complaints.

  I would, Sonny whispered in her mind. He was nuzzling her neck again, light little licks that sent pleasant shivers through her.

  “Is that so?”

  Definitely, he answered. We only have the night, Jules. Let’s not waste it.

  Well, if not wasting it meant doing more of what they’d just done, she was totally and completely down with that. That was, provided she could walk. Or stand. Or even move again…

  It would have been impossible to miss the slightly arrogant self-satisfaction in Sonny’s smirk. But in this case, Julia had to admit he’d richly earned it. Damn, she wasn’t sure her legs could hold her, not after that.

  Sonny chuckled. “I bet I can get you moving again with one word,” he said, his eyes gleaming.

  Yeah, right. A hundred monkeys riding motorcycles couldn’t get a rise out of her right now. She couldn’t remember ever having felt this sated—or disinclined to move. “Well, you can try, at least. What’s the word?”

  He bent his head low, nibbling her earlobe, and whispered, “Food.”

  Damn you, Sonny! she thought as her stomach growled. He was right—one word, and it was awake and complaining, reminding her in no uncertain terms that she hadn’t fed it since breakfast.

  Sonny threw his head back, laughing, as she slid forward and planted her feet on the cool asphalt of the parking lot. “Fine,” she groused. “But you’re buying.”

  He let her go, his arm sliding from around her as she pushed herself unsteadily to her feet. Immediately, the cool air found her skin and she shivered, missing his heat.

  Not for long. Standing, he tucked her against his side as he walked her to the passenger door, handed her her impossibly rumpled dress, and helped her into the car. “Be right back,” he whispered and strode off, back toward the nightclub.

  Julia watched him go, admiring the width of his shoulders beneath his white dress shirt, the hard swell of his ass in his sand-colored suit pants, until he disappeared into the darkness. Then she sighed, returning her gaze to the softly lit club sign.

  Julia’s.

  She smiled fondly. It had been perfect. It really had. It still amazed her that Sonny had gone to so much trouble for her, just to make this one night memorable…

  Which was a thought that didn’t make her smile at all, suddenly. She glanced around the shadowed parking lot, drinking in the scents of the night flowers, the sight of moonlight falling in silver spangles through the carefully tended greenery. It was so magical, so perfect…and it would all be gone tomorrow. Somehow, she knew that. Even if she came back in the morning and spent hours driving up and down King’s Highway, she’d never find this place again.

  And it wouldn’t matter, anyway, because she couldn’t come back tomorrow. Tomorrow, she was leaving.

  Julia clenched the crumpled wreckage of her dress, feeling a pang of impending loss. What was it she’d just thought earlier? That if this night ended right now, she’d have no complaints?

  Okay, no, she wouldn’t. No complaints at all. But regrets?

  She felt her throat tighten and gazed toward the club, wishing Sonny would hurry up and reappear. She didn’t want to think about tomorrow. She didn’t want to think about anything. Wriggling awkwardly, she peeled herself out of Sonny’s suit jacket and searched fumblingly for her bra. She found it stuffed into his jacket pocket, but the straps were so tangled she decided to hell with it and pulled her dress on instead, grateful the satiny fabric didn’t look too horrible despite its wrinkles. She pawed through Sonny’s pockets again, looking for her thong, then climbed back out on shaky legs to scour the ground in front of the car.

  Her thong had disappeared. She couldn’t find it anywhere. After a few minutes’ fruitless search, she gave up and got back in the car.

  Darn thing probably melted, anyway, she thought, and heard Sonny’s chuckle as he opened the driver’s door.

  “Wouldn’t surprise me if it did,” he said, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Here.” He handed her a large plastic bag that thumped and bumped into her lap, its sides warm in places from the Styrofoam containers inside. The rich odors wafting from its depths made her moan—and made her stomach start clamoring for its contents. Loudly.

  Sonny laughed, starting the engine, and nodded at the bag. “Dig in. There’s some croissants at the top.”

  Taking the hint, she set the bag on the floor and fished out a linen napkin that had been folded carefully around two buttery, flaky pastries. Handing one to him, she bit deeply into the other, her tongue caroling in delight when it found the soft chocolate filling. “Oh my God, this is sooooo good.”

  Sonny had been just as quick to tear into his. A few golden-brown flakes dotted the front of his shirt, and he brushed them off absently as he turned onto King’s Highway. He steered one-handed, demolishing the croissant in his other hand.

  With tha
t assured manner and that regal profile, he looked like an emperor, Julia thought. Like he should be stamped on a gold coin or something. Timeless.

  She sighed heavily, leaning her head against the window glass. They’d turned off King’s Highway, heading east along one of the major cross streets leading back down toward the boardwalk. It must be late, she realized—most of the bars and restaurants were closed, with only a few neon signs still gleaming here and there.

  “What?” Sonny asked, responding to her sigh. Julia shook her head. She didn’t want to answer. She didn’t want to spoil this. He’d already made it clear that this was for one night only—so why should she wreck it by whining about something she couldn’t have?

  She could feel Sonny glancing at her, though, as he took a right onto Ocean Boulevard. His gaze was warm and concerned, and she sighed again at the futility of pretending nothing was bothering her. It was pointless around him. She shrugged.

  “I just wish…”

  Reaching over, he slid an arm around her, tugging her against him. “What do you wish, Jules?”

  I wish I could keep you.

  But she wasn’t going to say that. She wasn’t.

  Abruptly, Sonny pulled the car over to the empty curb, studying her intently. She avoided his gaze, nodding slightly at the darkened street before them. “I just wish I’d gotten to see everything all lit up, that’s all. The boardwalk and the fun park and the rides and everything. I’d like to have seen Myrtle Beach in full swing.”

  He turned toward her, tilting her head back between his large, strong hands. His gaze was dark, somber, plumbing the depths of her eyes with an intent seriousness, and she glanced aside, not wanting him to see the tears starting to well in them.

  It wasn’t fair, she thought miserably. It wasn’t fair that he could read her like a damn street sign and she had no idea, no idea, what he was feeling.