by Yvette Hines
She licked her lips.
The sight of the tip of her pink tongue in the dim light, made his hard shaft throb. His mind conjured up images of things he’d like to see her do with it.
“What are we doing here? This.” She waved a hand between them.
His hand went higher toward the apex of her thighs until he was stroking just along the lacy edge of her panties. “Doing what feels right.”
Kourtney whimpered and shifted against him as he teased the sensitive skin at the bend of hip to her sex. “I can’t think…when you touch me.”
“You do something to me, too, baby.” That was the truth. Being around this woman was like no other. The madness to kiss her, touch her, fuck her made him a stranger to himself.
Below the delicate material of her panties he found her wet, swollen and supple. “Damn,” the curse came out on a groan as he captured her mouth in a fierce kiss.
When her hands slipped over his chest and caressed him through his shirt he rejoiced at her touch. He circled her clit and knew she was as drawn as he was by the waves of passion swelling high and crashing down on them.
Her thighs parted wider, giving him freedom to move. Wanting her an equal participant to what was happening between them, he rolled to his back and brought her with him. She was sprawled over him, her legs outside of his. In her wanton position, he had more access to her wet sex. Locating her opening, he pressed two fingers there and glided them up along her tight walls as far as he could reach.
She pulled her lips away and cried out.
Fuck she was tight as she clenched and pulsed around him. He lowered his other hand to her ass, holding her in place as he drew out and thrust back in.
A beautiful sight. He watched her lips part and her head tip back as she rolled her hips on his hand. It wasn’t only his hand that could feel the motion of her pelvis, but his shaft. She was undulating her sweet ass in his hand, proverbially fucking herself with his fingers. He was loving every rocking movement. He gripped her cheeks tight, refusing to miss a single flex of her firm muscles.
“Come for me, baby. I want to see it, feel it, hear it…” Taste it. His mouth salivated as he thought about how the nectar of her sex would coat his tongue. He moved his hand more aggressive, pumping his fingers hard and deeper into her purposely pushing her toward the edge.
She was close. Evidence of her pending orgasm was in the rough pants, the biting of her nails into his shoulders and the choppy thrusts of her hips.
He ventured with his thumb beneath her panties and pressed along her clit with firm circles as he curved his fingers forward inside of her.
The scream she released as her body stilled then shook on top of his reduced him down to a simple-mind Neanderthal man. All he wanted to do was claim her. Roll her under him and bury his hardness into her until she submitted to the demands of his lust in every way.
Limp, she collapsed over him as one quiver after another racked her slim form as her climax ebbed away.
His hand, still gloved between her legs was doing more petting the stroking. Removing his hand from her backside, he brought it up and brushed the loose strands of hair from her face. “I want you, Kourtney.”
Shifting, she looked down at him. Her hazel eyes looked more green than brown in the shadows. “Haven’t we gone far enough? This situation is becoming complicated.”
“Never. I won’t let that happen.” He drew along the bridge of her nose. “I’m too old to be rutting in the grass like a teenager.” He chuckled. “But, I can’t see this night ending without me inside you. Come home with me.”
Her lids stretched with his words. He could tell his boldness had shocked her. But he had never been one to play coy. The heat of her sex, still blazed even through her damp panties, where his hand now rested outside of.
Her body tensed and something flashed in her eyes but went away just as quick. His gut tightened as he could feel her struggle, palpable between them, as he wondered if she would tell him no and ask him to take her home.
“Just tonight, Zac. No strings. You won’t sleep a yes out of me.”
Sitting up with her still in his lap, she became a pile of silky dress and beguiling woman in his arms. “Who said anything about sleeping?”
~YH~
What am I doing? Those words kept replaying in her mind as she sat listening to the low playing jazz music on the car radio. Even as the question tried to get her to think rationally and not travel this road with the man, the stroking of his hand on her thigh pushed it away.
She was no stranger to Zachary Powers’ magnetic appeal. Or rather her attraction to it. This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten swept in by her own mind-boggling desire for the businessman. She should be more immune. It had been years since the last time. But having him walk into her bakery like a ghost from her past brought too many dormant feelings and emotions she had for him to the surface. Maybe that was the problem, she’d never dealt with them, but instead she had stuffed them down and convinced herself they had gone away. Had been a fluke of a moment.
The cloud of confusion as to why she was even in the car with Zac headed to his house in the first place was pressing in on her. This was dangerous ground for her. The fact he didn’t appear to even remember her, them, should have been enough to make her act more sensibly this time.
When his hand moved from her knee to the center of her thigh and stroked her there as he played the silk fabric of her dress against her, she was bulldozed again by her lust.
One night. One more night. She convinced herself. Too many nights, she’d ached for his touch. Believing that she’d imagined the energy between them. This time when it was over, she’d walk away. This time she was blindsided but going into it with her eyes wide open. More importantly, no matter what happened tonight she wasn’t giving up her bakery.
“A penny for your thoughts.” His rich tenor seduced her like aged bourbon, captivating and heady.
“I’d rather worry about the nickel.” They were at a stop light and she used the opportunity to lean in and kiss him.
He met her over the console and deepened the kiss. Once again they were carried away in the moment until several car horns went off behind them.
Drawing back, he winked at her then drove through the light. “If I keep kissing and touching you we’re going to get arrested.”
She smiled at him. It did something to her to know that he was just as blown over by the impact of what was between them.
On the rest of the drive they remained silent. Zac continued to caress her thigh through her skirt but they listened to the music comfortably.
When he pulled into the gates of a house she could only describe as a brick mansion the enormity of the kind of man she was with hit her. She wasn’t insecure or a shamed of being a small business owner or someone raised in a low income environment, but she couldn’t help but question what she was doing with such a man.
“Hey, you still with me?” He cupped her chin and guided her gaze in his direction.
“Um…sure.” Feeling nervous, she licked her lips.
“You still want to do this?” His thumb brushed along her bottom lip, twice, as his shadowed gaze held hers. “As I said before. I won’t force you, but I want you more than anyone I’ve wanted before.”
Hearing the rich, rough timbre of his voice and seeing the need reflected in his eyes, it pushed her over the edge. “I want this.”
His exhale was hard and muffled as it filled her mouth on the hard kiss her gave her. When they were able to drag their lips apart he didn’t waste time in getting them out of the car.
“Let’s go.” He pushed a button on his visor that closed the gates at the end of the drive. Once he was out of the car, he walked over to her door and opened it.
She took the hand he held out, offering her assistance from the vehicle. As they walked up the path to his front door, she liked the way he linked his fingers through her own. It made her feel protected, cared for and brought an intimacy to the
evening she didn’t expect.
“Welcome to my home.” He released her hand as he allowed her to step along the cream-colored marble floor.
The place took her breath away. The entrance and formal living room to the right reminded her of a museum with all of its large paintings on the wall and stiff back furnishing but the family room on the left of the foyer was carpeted with plush dark furniture and a fireplace. It practically invited a person to take their shoes off and step into it.
Beyond it, she could see an archway that led into a dining room.
“Would you like a tour?” He whispered in her ear as heat and strength surrounded her as he stepped behind her. Just his lips touched her ear, but his presence still seemed to envelop her.
She leaned back into him. As wonderful as it would have been to let him stroll her through the luxury, taking in the opulence of one room after the other, there was only thing she wanted right now. One reason she’d come there. “No. I want you to finish what you started in the gardens.”
The sound that came from him, as he fastened his arms around her waist and buried his face in the curve of her neck was practically animalistic, a growl. He stood there for a long moment, holding her body against his.
“Zachary…” She called out his name, questioning, not sure why he was delaying. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, yes. Just trying to compose myself. Keep from ripping your dress off you and taking you on the stairs.”
She glanced at the spiral staircase before her. The marble of the foyer continued up them. It made them look cold and uninviting as a bed for sex. However, the way her body throbbed with desire for this man, she’d let him take her anywhere. “You don’t hear me complaining do you?”
He whipped her around to face him. “Damn, woman, you are going to be the death of me.” Sweeping her up in his arms, he moved forward and carried her up the steps.
She laughed as he took them two at a time, proof of the urgency that consumed him. Leaning in, she kissed him from his chin, to his ear. There she nipped the lobe and sucked it into her mouth before releasing him and licking along the side of his neck.
In her past relationships, she’d never been the aggressor. She’d participated, but allowed the guys to take the lead. Even the last time she and Zac were together he had pursued her. When an unexpected kiss on a balcony ended with them stumbling into a dark bedroom and his taking her against the wall while others partied on the other side of a wall, Zac had still dominated the encounter. Now it was her turn.
At the top of the steps, he hung a slight right and entered a room then bowed his head and took her mouth. The kiss was hard, demanding and forced her to parlay or get run over with passion. She joined him.
Gripping the back of his head with both her hands, she took over the kiss. When his tongue entered her mouth she drew it deeper into her mouth. She suckled him, keeping her lips snug around the appendage she allowed him to pull back but quickly dragged him back in.
He released her feet, but took hold of her ass and held her to him as he thrust his hard shaft along her sex. Her sighs became moans. When his hands started to move up the back of her dress to the zipper, she pushed away.
“What?”
“You first. I’ll set the pace of this.” She yanked at the knot of his tie then slipped it down.
“Can’t we both undress?” He shucked his jacket off and let it fall to the ground.
“We’ll get to that.” She popped open one button after the other of his crisp white shirt. Glancing over his shoulder, she frowned. “This is a very small master suite in a house of such magnitude.
“Oh, it is not the main bedroom. I want you too bad right now to take the steps needed to get to my room. Trust me, we’ll get here.” He winked at her as his heated gaze left a blazing trail along her body.
She wanted him so much at the moment she didn’t care where they came together.
When she parted the sides of his shirt, she ran her hands up along the soft cotton of his undershirt. The muscles beneath it were hard and she couldn’t wait to get everything off him and feel his skin against hers. But she had something else in mind now. She took hold of his buckle as she lowered herself to knees.
His clear gray eyes stared down at her, but he didn’t stop her.
Needing to see what she had only felt inside of her years ago, she released the zipper and button trapping his hardness in his pants. She gasped when his length was revealed to her hungry eyes. It was hard for her not to shiver in both nervousness and excitement at his size. It was only the fact that she’d taken him into her before that shored up her courage and boldness.
“To your liking, Kourtney?”
“Very impressive, Mr. Powers.” She smiled at him as she leaned forward and swiped her tongue over the crown.
It twitched and he groaned.
She loved that she had him at her mercy. Grasping him, she stroked up and down his thick, hot, steel encased member. Lowering her mouth, she glided him along her tongue. She could feel every shiver that racked his body.
His fingers slipped into her hair, removing pins that had kept it stylish and elegant. The bent metal rained around her and silently fell to the carpet as she worked her mouth up and down him. She gave his shaft the same treatment she showed on his tongue during the kiss.
“Enough!” He pulled her away. Before she had a minute to consider what would come next, his mouth was on hers and the carpet was at her back. His hands were under her dress for the second time that night, except this time he was removing the flimsy barrier that separated them.
There was a popping sound as the material snapped under his strength.
“This first time is going to be hard and fast, but I’ll make it up to you the rest of the night.”
She didn’t ask for gentle. She thought that she wanted to be the one in charge of him, but she liked him this way. All consuming, on the fringe of barbaric. It made her feel as if his desire for her overpowered him, propelled him to the point of madness. “Do it.”
He had had her dress rucked to her waist and her legs parted, preparing to settle between them. “Fuck, condom.”
“I’m protected.” She’d learned her lesson well on that.
“Then we’ll have double the security.” He sat up on his haunches as he grabbed his coat behind him. Digging into the inside pocket he removed his wallet and soon produced a packet from behind one of his credit cards.
For a moment she wondered if he always carried one, or if he’d grabbed it with expectations of them being in this position. She shoved the last thought aside. The gall storm that surrounded them could not be prepared for. Even she had risked being alone with him, believing she’d gained wisdom since her youth.
Once he was back, insinuating himself between her thighs he smiled down at her. Sexy and confident, he kissed her. “Now where were we?”
“About here.” She wrapped her legs around his hips.
Zac drove forward.
She cried out.
Remaining still, he stared down into her face. His gaze held her as he waited for her sex to become accustom to his depth and size. The thickness of his shaft felt as if it was too much and wonderful at the same time.
“You okay?” He used the back of his knuckles to caress her cheek.
Turning her face, she accepted the gentleness of his touch, his care. “Yes. I’m very good.”
That single moment was the only calm in the hurricane of their passion. They rocked against each other, kissing and taking everything that each of them could give and demanded more.
His thrusts became faster, deeper, harder as he worked the zipper at her back. When it was undone, he had her dress lowered and freed her breasts in the process. “Just beautiful.”
“Please.” She gyrated her hips and slid her sex up and around his length. The feel of his hands on her breasts, squeezing and massaging every place but the tip had her pleading. Her nipples tightened and ached as if begging for his attention.
“Is this what you want, sweeting?” He used his tongue to circle one then the other.
“Yes.” She arched her back, offering herself to him. Locking her ankles at the small of his back she tightened her walls around his shaft as her orgasm swelled toward the crescendo.
When his mouth was fixed firmly around her nipple it was all she needed to push her over the edge. She came, thrashing and calling out his name as his mouth tugged and flicked her nipple and his formidable thrusts didn’t stop.
Pulling his mouth up to hers, she kiss him between whimpers of pleasure. Wanting to see him come undone too, she pressed against his chest and used her strength to urge him to his back. Straddling him, she buried her hands into the carpet above his shoulders. Locking gazes with him, she started to rotate her hips as she rose up and down his length. Her breasts that he had adored so well bounced above him. She was sure she looked wild and scandalous and she hoped so. She wanted this man to see what he did to her, how his skill and pleasure made her erotically uncivilized.
She wasn’t after a beauty pageant crown but the peak of pleasure. It was her plan to take him along for the ride.
“That’s it, Kourtney, ride me.” He gripped her hips, pumping up into her and meeting her at every fall.
It felt too good. She concentrated hard not to come again before pushing him through the gates of ecstasy with her. Working her muscles, she tightened her sex around him and increased her efforts.
“Arrgh, shi—ahh…” The sounds that came out of his mouth couldn’t be considered words as he held her in place and pressed deep.
He was pulsing inside of her. Her body was so attuned to him that was all she needed to have her climaxing again.
Rolling over, he had her beneath him once again. As he thrust once, twice. “I could fuck you all over again, right here. But I want you in my bed for the things I want to do next.”
She smiled at him. “Have a few plans do you?”
“Oh, yeah.” He moved away from her. Getting up, he adjusted his clothes as he stared down at her. Taken in her wanton display he winked at her.
