Kiss of Fire (St. James Family)

by Parker, Lavender

  “You know what I want,” he said. “Pussy and a smile.” She was, as always, impressed by his ability to cut the shit. She sighed, letting the desire for him sweep over her. She closed the door and unlatched the chain. Then she let the door swing open again, turning her back and walking to towards the kitchen. She heard him enter behind her.

  “There's no food, so if you want something you'll have to order it,” she tossed back over her shoulder.

  “Nothing to eat?” he moaned, slinging an arm around her waist and pulling her against his chest. He nipped at her neck, and she felt her nipples pebble instantly. He had her, alright. She felt herself melting into his warmth, any anger melting as well. She loved the way his body fit hers. She spun around, throwing her arms around his neck.

  “You're always hungry,” she mumbled into his neck. She took a deep breath of him, letting out a soft moan as his hands found her ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her, like she weighed nothing, into the kitchen. He set her down on the marble countertop of the center island and pressed his hands on either side of her hips.

  “If you know I'm always hungry, why don't you ever have food waiting for me?” He cocked his head, his green eyes sparkling.

  “Because I don't cater to you,” she said, running her hands down her shirt and wanting to rip it off of him. She probably could, too, seeing as how it was only only hanging on by a thread anyway. “I thought we went over this?”

  “I used to get baked goods.” He glanced around the clean kitchen, as if food was going to materialize on the stove. “Now that you've got me, I get nothing?”

  “But I don't really 'have you' do I?” she asked, slyly. “You just show up when you want to mess around.” She twisted her fingers in his shirt. He didn't answer, just pushed her legs open wider. “Besides, I didn't know you were coming over.” He laughed, shaking his head.

  “What else would I do on my days off?” he asked. “Fight and mess around with Toni St. James, that's all I want to do.” He dipped his head to her ear, brushing his lips against her cheek. “Make me dinner, and I'll be yours forever,” he whispered.

  “Pig,” she answered, pulling his closer, until she could feel his hardness against her. He bit down on her earlobe, and she felt her whole body react, jerking and trembling. She licked his cheek, wishing that he hadn't shaved so she could feel his stubble against her tongue. She liked him rough and unkempt. Her finger found a hole in his T-shirt, and she tugged on it, making it bigger. He burrowed his face in her neck, taking a deep breath like he loved the way she smelled. She felt the lust welling up in her, liquid hot and almost painful. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she yanked his head back. “So are we gonna fuck or what?” she said, loving the sound and the feel of the curse word on her lips again. His dirty mouth was rubbing off on her and she loved it.

  “After,” he smiled.

  “After?”

  “I need food, woman.” He kissed her nose, then pushed away, going to the fridge. He rummaged through, finding one of Christophe's beers. He popped the top and dropped his head back, gulping it down. She ran her eyes up the length of his exposed throat, digging her fingernails into her thighs. She was impatient and uncomfortable, unrequited lust still vibrating through her. Leaning over and balancing herself on her hip, she opened a drawer on the side of the island.

  “Takeout menus.” She pointed downward. He set the empty bottle on the counter and swiped a hand across his mouth. Then his eyes caught hers, heavy-lidded and fringed with dark lashes. A thrill ran through her.

  “Never mind.”

  “Never mind?”

  “I want to eat your pussy first.” Her stomach dropped at his words and before she knew it he had hauled her up and was carrying her into the TV room. He dropped her softly onto the leather couch, following her down. She devoured his mouth, tasting the beer on his lips and tongue. His hands were yanking down her shorts, and she squirmed against him, wanting to help. He pulled his mouth from hers and pushed her against the pillows like she weighed nothing. He tossed her shorts and panties over his shoulder and pulled his shirt over his head. She laid back, forcing herself not to reach out and touch him, no matter how badly she wanted to. He unbuckled his belt and opened the button on his jeans, but made no move to take them off. His eyes were trained on the apex of her thighs, and she lifted a knee to to give him a better look. He cocked his head, sucking his teeth.

  “You got me by the balls, lovely.” He ran a calloused hand up her calf. “You know that, don't you?” Toni shook her head, although her body reacted to his words. No, she thought. Show me. His hands found her inner thighs, his thumbs spreading her folds open for him. She gasped as he strummed her clit. Leaning forward, he hooked one knee over his shoulder and lifted her other leg so that her heel caught on the back of the couch. She was completely open to him, and he took full advantage, licking her lazily, like he had all the time in the world.

  Toni allowed her hands to roam over his freckled and scarred shoulders, over the prickly buzzed sides of his head, to the longer hair on top of his head. He moaned as she ran her fingers across his scalp and he circled her clit with this deft tongue. Her eyes clamped shut, not ready for the rush of pleasure that smacked into her like a Mack truck. He pulled away, wanting to extend his torture of her, and she bucked her hips, selfishly wanting to feel the sensation again.

  “Do it again,” she breathed, tightening her hand in his hair. He shoved his tongue deep inside her, the movement urgent and wild. He was getting in his zone, and he was taking her with him. His hands grabbed at her hips, his fingers hooking on her hipbones, holding her in an iron grip. He nipped at her inner thigh, lightly, then repeated the movement on her clit, harder this time. A ragged cry escaped her lips. He was lapping up all of her juices now, sucking and tongue fucking her in dizzying succession.

  “It feels so fucking good,” Toni heard herself moaning, tossing her head back and forth. She jammed the heels of her palms into his shoulders, the feeling so intense that she almost wanted him to let up, to give her a reprieve. But this time, he didn't pull away. He kept going at her, sucking her clit between his lips and flicking at her with his tongue. “Oh God!” Then she was coming, her the legs in her muscles locking and her toes pointing. Her fingernails dug into his skin and she heard him fumbling with his belt, but the sound was far away. She heard herself cry out and his tongue ran the length of her, tasting her in the throes of orgasm. The comedown was slow, like floating from the ceiling light as a feather. When she opened her eyes, he was stroking himself, still working her pulsing, throbbing flesh with his mouth.

  “Oh, baby,” she breathed. “Who else have you done that to?” she ran a hand through her hair, sweated out and out of control. “I'll kill her.” He hinged up at the waist, releasing his cock from his hand. He looked dazed himself, his face tight. He swiped a hand across his face.

  “You don't have to worry,” he said, yanking her to the edge of the couch by her knees. She squealed a bit as she tumbled against him, his hard cock pressing into her thigh. “No one else tastes as good as you do.” Then he bent his head to kiss her, and she took his lips, no hesitation. She sucked at him, knowing it turned him on that she was tasting herself on him. And absolutely—it turned her on, too.

  She found the hem of her tank top and worked it up over her stomach and over her sore and tight nipples. She released his lips and held her arms up. He pulled the fabric the rest of the way off her body, the movement causing goosebumps to break out over her sensitive skin. Then she was completely naked, bared to his gaze. He ran a hand up her sternum to her neck, completely ignoring her breasts. She whimpered, wanting his attention on her nipples. But he closed his hand lightly around her neck and she felt a jolt that went all the way down to her pussy.

  O'Donovan ran his tongue along her mouth, teasing her as his fingers flexed against the sensitive skin of her neck. She swallowed, surprised that the light pressure on her windpipe was turning her on. “Y
ou want it a little rough?” he said, hoarsely. Well sure! Why not? She nodded eagerly, which garnered her a chuckle from him. In a flash, she was on her stomach on the couch, pinned down. Her heart was beating out of her chest, so ready for him she thought she was going to die if he didn't fuck her soon. She craned her neck, pressing her cheek to the smooth leather, watching him as he ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth. He slid the rubber on, his jaw clenched. He caught her looking at him and smiled a quick, devastating smile.

  Pushing her legs open with his knees, he kept his eyes on hers as he entered her with one hard, blunt thrust. She felt a low, animal-like growl deep in her throat as he withdrew then slammed into her again. And again. His hand snaked around her neck again, and she let him guide her up, arching her back. In that position, her breasts jiggling as he pounded into her, her thighs slick from the orgasm he had already given her, she felt free. She was flying. There were no problems, no stressors, no pain. Just her man loving her and making her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.

  O'Donovan leaned over her, finding her mouth and sucking her lower lip between his teeth, then her tongue. She returned the favor, flicking her tongue against his, then sucking in earnest. His fingers tightened around her neck and he moaned.

  “Fuck,” he breathed into her kiss, his voice so light she barely heard him. She felt herself shifting as he grabbed her leg, hauling her knee up onto the couch. He took full advantage of the new position, grinding into her, his cock filling her completely and fully. She cried out as he found the spot... the perfect spot.

  “Right there. Right there,” she moaned and he obliged her, swerving his hips in a magical rhythm. She tilted her hips, letting him withdraw, then ground against him again. She felt her fingers digging into the leather, and she vaguely worried about ripping into the couch cushion. How would she explain that to Nat? But all practical thoughts left her mind when he slapped her ass, the smacking sound echoing in her ears. She jerked against him, feeling her pussy gush and clench around his cock. She heard him rasp out her name, sounding like he was in pain. Then he thrust into her again and again, whatever control he had now gone. He slid his hand down between her legs and found her clit as she found his mouth again. Their bodies banged against each other ungracefully as they moved desperately toward climax, grunting and panting and out of breath between messy kisses.

  O'Donovan's fingers tightened around her throat as he growled against her mouth. Toni gasped, her eyes widening, squeezing him deep inside as he continued thrusting against her, wanting him to come so badly it hurt. Her own orgasm took her by surprise, exploded reality into bits and pieces, the aftershocks shooting all the way down her arms and legs to her fingers and toes. She felt herself collapsing, and he followed her down, his chest against her back. His weight pressed her into the couch, holding her down.

  God, she loved this man. The realization hit her as the waves of pleasure ebbed and love filled her up. The love she felt for him radiated through her, stronger than the pleasure. She wanted him like this always, inside her and around her. Filling her up and sheltering her. I want you to love me, she thought. Love me like I love you.

  He went silent and stiff, his body rock hard as he finally came. He jerked inside her, pressing his forehead against hers. She moved with him, wanting his pleasure to last as long as possible. Finally, she felt him relax, his body softening and cradling around hers. She felt his heart pounding through her skin and she closed her eyes, cherishing every second of their closeness. She felt his soft breath against her shoulder and then he moved, sliding out of her with a groan. He brushed his mouth against her the moist skin of her back. “Damn, lovely,” he whispered, breaking the silence. She nodded, feeling shell-shocked. Her thoughts exactly.

  ***

  O'Donovan lifted Toni's leg and slung it over his hip, and her eyelids fluttered. She had been going in an out of sleep for about an hour, but he was wide awake. His body still hummed from the fucking earthquake of an orgasm she'd given him earlier, and he couldn't turn his brain off. He sighed deeply, running his hand up her hip and over her ribs, her skin soft and warm and unblemished. He wanted her. He wanted her so bad that when he thought about her, he felt a pain in his chest that didn't go away until he saw her. Eight hours before the end of his shift that night, he was already pining for her. Planning on finding her and fucking her and being with her until he had to leave again.

  But as he looked around the multi-million-dollar brownstone with its crystal chandeliers, marble countertops, and fancy-ass leather furniture, he knew. It had never been more clear. She wasn't right for him. 25-fucking-years-old. The daughter of a doctor. The sister of a CEO. The sister-in-law to one of the richest men in the city. She was absolutely and completely wrong for him. Wrong in every way. And yet he couldn't keep his hands off her. Couldn't keep his dick in his pants. He needed to get his head checked.

  He cupped her breast, running his thumb over the taut nipple. She moaned, shifting her hips against him. He circled her round brown areola, thinking of how she tasted. He loved eating pussy, no joke. But Toni's pussy was in a completely different category. She dripped the nectar of the gods, and he was more than happy to take everything she gave him. He loved how she opened herself up completely to him. No self-conscious bullshit, no insecurities. The girl knew she was perfect, and he was just the poor bastard she let bask in her perfection.

  His cock was suddenly rock hard, and he wasn't one to let an erection go to waste. Especially when he had a warm, sexy woman wrapped around him. He dipped his head, flicking his tongue against her soft breast, sucking the tip into his mouth. He felt her fingers curving around his bicep as he roused her. Smiling, he rolled her nipple between his teeth, hard enough to get her attention. She groaned and turned her head to look at him, opening those beautiful starry-eyes, lids heavy with sleep.

  “You awake?” he asked.

  “No,” she said, her voice thick. She closed her eyes again and he flicked his thumb over her nipple.

  “Too bad,” he whispered in her ear, and she giggled, already wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer. He kissed her, then leaned over her toward the coffee table. He grabbed the condom sitting there and ripped open the packet.

  “You're going to have your way with me?” she asked, eyes open again.

  “Fuck yeah,” he said and she laughed again. With a sleepy smile, she took the condom from him and rolled the sheath down his length. He closed his eyes, the small movement sending sparks off all over his body. With a grunt, he rolled onto his back on the couch, taking her with him. When she was sprawled on top of him, nuzzled in his neck, his cock found her entrance and he pushed inside. She moaned, the sound vibrating against his throat. He let the pleasure take over, thrusting in and out of her slowly, not in any hurry to finish.

  “I want to kidnap you,” He moved her hair out of the way so he could whisper in her ear. “Take you where no one will ever find you.”

  “Hmm?” she murmured, pushing herself up on her elbows to look at him. He ran his teeth across her chin. She let out a ragged breath and rolled her hips against his. The sensation sent a painful jolt through his body. He growled, gripping her ass and slamming his cock inside of her. Once. Twice. She opened her mouth, like she wanted to scream, but she didn't. He got control of himself and took a deep breath. He wanted to make this feeling last, as long as he could.

  “Toni,” he said, wanting her to look at him again. She obliged him, her eyes liquid gold. “I'm going to steal you away.”

  “Are you?” she replied.

  “I'm going to tie you to my bed and never let you go.” He ran a hand up the curve of her back, loving the way she shivered under his touch.

  “But if I'm tied to the bed all day, how will I get to the kitchen and make you dinner?” she furrowed her brow in faux seriousness.

  “Ah. Good point.” He pumped deep into her and she gasped. He pressed his face into her chest, rubbing his nose against her collarbone. She sm
elled like coffee and something spicy, something delicious.

  “Your plan is flawed,” she breathed, her fingers finding his neck and stroking him, softly enough to drive him up the wall.

  “We'll work it out.” He lifted his knees, locking her legs around his waist. She moaned and squirmed, pushing herself up so that she sat upright on his cock. His hands immediately went for her tits, kneading and tweaking them. She began to ride him, her hips finding a persistent, heart-stopping rhythm that had him chanting her name like it was his job. As his cock jerked and she milked him of all his come, the realization dawned on him that this thing with Toni was not going to be easy. It was going to be hard as fuck. And it was going to hurt like hell when it was over.

  ***

  Toni woke slowly, consciousness ebbing in and out. She felt relaxed. Her body felt warm, tingly, and pliant. But something was missing. She forced her eyes open and blinked in the bright sunshine flooding through the kitchen and shining right in her face. She was naked as a jaybird on the couch in the TV room, a wool blanket down around her hips. She sat up, swinging her legs over so that her feet touched the floor. She lifted her arms above her head, stretching, while she glanced around. His clothes were gone. He was gone. The only sign that O'Donovan had ever been there was a gold condom wrapper on the floor.

  “Motherfucker!” she swore, standing so fast she got dizzy. If he snuck out on her after the night they'd had, she was going to kill him. She wrapped the wool blanket around her, dipping to grab the condom wrapper. Nat would kill her if she found that lying around. She almost missed the second wrapper sticking out from between the couch cushions, but she grabbed that one too on her way to the kitchen. Dumping the evidence of her sexual escapades in the trash can, she stopped and sniffed the air. Coffee. The coffeemaker was still on and the freshly brewed coffee still warm, so she poured herself a cup. It was then that she glanced out the window and warmth flooded through her. O'Donovan was out on the patio, sitting at the table shirtless, a cup of coffee in one hand and Nat's Wall Street Journal in another. She felt her body relax as a sigh escaped her lips.