Riding High

by Zara Stoneley

  “What are you doing here?” Her voice was catching in her throat as he held her fingers in his mouth. He sucked harder, felt his cock stiffen as the musky sweetness hit the back of his throat.

  “Shhh.” He swiveled the chair around so she was facing him, so he could see her body properly. The swell of her hips was warm against his skin as he pulled her roughly to the front of the chair, the soft squeak of objection making his cock twitch. He took the small hand back in his, pulled down so their entwined hands stroked across her swollen labia together. Held her hand firm as she groaned, so that when he slipped his fingers inside her heat he took one of hers with them, fighting the sound of her gasp as together they pushed inside her slippery pussy. She moaned as he curled his two fingers up so it was her own finger that was pressing against an engorged G-spot. Her whole body started to tremble and he couldn’t stand it any longer; he pulled at his fly with his spare hand, his gaze never leaving her sex-drugged face. His hard cock was in his hand, the drop of glistening precome spreading as he ran his thumb over the head. She was watching him, licking her lips, her fingers still playing with her pussy. He groaned, slipped his feet under the chair, and then yanked her off it and straight into his lap, lowering her onto his stiff dick, which felt like it would burst at the seams if he didn’t let that sweet cunt milk him right here and now. His whole cock wasn’t even inside her and she was exploding, her pussy grasping greedily at him, her whole body pulsating as she rocked and rode out the orgasm.

  “Fuck.” He hadn’t expected her to come again that quickly; he grasped her hips tight and bucked his own upward as the last bit of self-control abandoned his body. “Fuck, sorry.” His voice dropped and he pulled her down to lie on his chest, the soft feathering of her hair against his chest dragging out a last shudder from his body. “I usually have more control than that.”

  ***

  “Have you come back to keep an eye on me?” She heard the muffled echo of her voice against his chest, but didn’t want to move. Well, she didn’t think she could move. Watching the video had brought her to a shuddering orgasm that would normally send her straight to sleep, but having a follow-up of Saul’s cock buried inside her had left her legs more than trembling. She’d never quite understood why sports people were supposed to lay off sex the day before a big event; it had never seemed that tiring. Until now. Getting up the stairs to bed seemed a big event now. More accurately, getting up off him seemed a big event. She’d get up soon. In a bit. She felt his softening cock curl up inside her; her pussy fluttered in response, she shut her eyes tighter, concentrating on the sensation, knowing it could make her come again. He groaned as her body pulsed softly around him. The last of the feeling ebbed away and she took a deep, steadying breath. He’d come back, and she wanted, needed to know why. “You did, didn’t you?” Shit, she should thump him, or something, or nothing right now because she really didn’t have the energy.

  “Not exactly to keep an eye on you.”

  “Liar.” She snuggled deeper against him, the rough hair on his chest coarse against her tender nipples, and he groaned. So she tried it again.

  “Stop it, Miss Sweet and Innocent. I managed to sort out everything I needed to on the phone so I thought I might as well just head back and…”

  “Help me make up my mind?”

  “And answer any questions you might have before Dan and Marie turn up. So”—he shifted himself into a sitting position and pulled her with him, onto his knee—“you like a bit of spanking, do you?”

  “I didn’t know people—well, people actually did that for real. Are you sure they do?” She swallowed, a flood of warmth curdling in her stomach. It could have been because of the heat of his hand through the thin satin wrap, or it could have been the heat of his thigh against hers, or it could have been the image of that pink bottom that had just leaped into her mind. And wouldn’t go away. He laughed, and her stomach twisted in a new direction.

  “Oh, people do it all right, and lots of other things.” His fingers tightened slightly around her waist and she could feel her nipples hardening in response. He leaned forward, snaking a hot tongue over the thin material. Oh God, why hadn’t she gotten thick flannel pajamas like any self-respecting country girl should have? “What made you pick that video, then?” His warm breath was against her ear sending a shiver of something straight to her pussy.

  “I er—I didn’t. I just closed my eyes and clicked.”

  ***

  Saul smiled inwardly and buried his face into the sweet-smelling mass of hair, feeling her body tighten almost imperceptibly. He’d reacted like some out of control idiot when he found her with her fingers in her pussy, but now the old feeling of panic was hacking away at him as the past peeked above the parapet. He needed a diversion, even if it meant getting her to talk about things he was sure he didn’t really want to hear, things that were none of his business.

  “Did you and your—er—husband never play games, then?” That subject should be off-limits, but he couldn’t help it.

  “Toby was far too polite to do anything like that.” She shifted in his arms and he had to lean closer to catch the small voice. “Well, to me anyway. He—um, serviced me, I suppose you’d call it, and then went off somewhere else for his dirty shagging.” She paused. “Well, that’s what I presume he did.”

  “Ah, I see.” Except he didn’t. How could anyone have this woman in their bed and not want to shag her brains out? Every which way. Maybe it was an upper-class thing; not that he understood the upper class, or knew anything about Toby Grant, for that matter. But he hadn’t liked the man, whatever. “Are you sure about that?”

  “Oh yeah.” Her voice whispered soft against his skin. “I saw it.”

  “Shit, you walked in on him?”

  “No, he had his own set of home videos and he was the star.”

  Hell, he hadn’t seen that one coming. And it had sent him right back where he didn’t want to go; he could be in real trouble here if he wasn’t careful. The panic spun like an unwelcome pinwheel firework in his gut and he pulled her tighter to him, trying to still it. “So you’ve got a box full of toys to keep you happy, then?”

  “Toys? What do you mean, toys?” Her head had shot up, her voice a mix of indignation and shock, and it took all his control not to burst out laughing. He pulled her back down, his silent laugh rolling through his body, stilling the edginess inside him.

  “I thought vibrators were every girl’s best friend.”

  “Oh yeah, sure.” She fidgeted, which meant she’d probably at least thought about it.

  “No, I mean it. I blame men like Toby.” She stiffened in his arms and he stroked a hand through the thick curls, stopping to tighten one around his finger. He leaned in closer, liking the smell of her hair, letting his lips brush against it and stir up the exotic floral mix. Just wanting to talk, about anything and everything, just to keep her there. “Did you know that back in Victorian times women who weren’t getting shagged senseless by their uptight hubbies used to be sent to the doctor to be massaged to get rid of their hysteria? And you know what that meant, don’t you? They were queuing up to be finger-fucked—” He pulled her closer against his hardening cock. Shit, was this really the diversion he wanted? “But those poor doctors got shagged out, servicing all these desperate housewives.” He could feel his cock already twitching against her thigh.

  “Don’t be ridiculous.” The nervous laugh clutched at him just where he didn’t want it to.

  “It’s true, so the doctors installed vibrators in their consulting rooms.” He cupped his hand around her bum, reaching farther to curl his fingers until they pressed against her slit, damp warmness seeping through the silky material.

  “You’re making it up.” Her voice had a quaver in it as she pushed down against his probing fingers.

  “No, I’m not, those poor doctors had to play with pussy after pussy, making them all warm and
wet and quivering like yours.” As he spoke, he probed deeper. “Then people got electricity in their homes, and you could spend your money on a kettle or a vibrator. Some choice, eh?” He pushed her hair aside; let his lips glide down the soft skin of her neck, before nipping it gently with his teeth. “After all, if the doctor ordered it, then it must be good.” She whimpered as he reached the dip where her neck met her shoulder. He sucked, pushing his fingers harder, so the soft material was forced against her lips, forced inside. “Orgasm on prescription.” She groaned, squirming against his hand as his tongue circled the fragrant softness of her neck.

  She was right; he’d come back to keep an eye on her, he’d come back because he couldn’t stand the feeling of driving in the opposite direction, and risking letting her escape. She moaned, reaching down between her thighs. He’d come back because he wanted to feel that silky-soft skin against his. And he’d come back because he knew he had to explain to her that however much she made his balls ache, however much he wanted to feel her body molded against his, this was business. He had to prove to his father that he could cut it, had to prove that he wouldn’t make the same mistakes his dad had made. Let a woman all but destroy him. A woman with a rich daddy.

  He really had come back to explain. He suddenly stopped and then, in one motion, flipped her over onto her back on the cold, hard floor. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed with need, and those dark eyes were heavy with promise. A promise he wanted to bury himself in. She was looking up at him with those deep green eyes, waiting. He could stop all this now. He could stand up and walk. Give her six months to start turning enough of a profit to satisfy him. Walk and never see her again. He sank lower, held himself on his forearms just above her as she lay waiting for him. She parted her thighs, reached up with her legs, the warmth of her calves against his waist. The muscles tightened in his arms as he slowly lowered himself, as she pulled him firmly down. Her warm breath reached up to him, drawing him closer. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she lifted her hips to meet him; as his mouth crushed hers, she melted, soft underneath him, her lips parting wider, inviting him to explore. The second he pushed his tongue deeper she took it, sucking, sucking as though it was his cock.

  He closed his eyes as he tasted the sweetness of her mouth, a sweetness he couldn’t walk away from. She was drawing him in deeper, sucking harder, rolling his tongue in her mouth; with a growl that he knew had to be his, he sank down and let his cock slide deep inside her warmth, all the way until his throbbing balls were hard against the soft welcome of her damp pussy.

  Chapter 5

  Saul watched as she stirred the cup of coffee. His stomach muscles tightened; he didn’t want a neat picture of domesticity. That was old news, along with that damned video he’d caught her watching. He had to sort business today, had to put things back on the right footing. And then he’d keep away. Before the past came crashing back into his life. He didn’t want her being turned on by the sight of him spanking his ex, the woman he’d thought he loved, the woman who’d taken and taken from him until there was nothing left to give even if he’d wanted to. He felt the pulse in his jaw. Maybe Roisin was just the same after all; maybe the way she’d been turned on by that video was just the start. Maybe he should be taking the easy route, just putting her off this whole thing and walking away. But it mattered that he put this offer on the table, that he gave her a choice. Then at least he’d have done the right thing for once in his life.

  “Hey.” She was grinning a wary welcome. Maybe not. Maybe he was being daft, but he wasn’t going down that road again, whatever the temptations. All he had to do was get the papers signed, one way or another, and then stay away.

  “Hey yourself.” He watched as she poured a cup for him, as the steaming water hit the bottom of the cup and he waited for the waft of coffee to reach him. Instead, the waft of something fresh and sweet came straight from her body and hit him in the gut. His eyes fixed on the delicate hand, trying to block out his other senses. Fingers that were trembling slightly, that held the spoon just that bit too tightly. He glanced up and his gaze met the soft green eyes, darkened like moss. He’d keep his distance later, once she was okay, once she knew what she was doing. “Hey, come here.”

  ***

  She needed coffee. A rush of caffeine to give her a boost and make everything normal. She slowly swirled the spoon around, not wanting to let go of something familiar, and studied her fingers. Every bit of her was shaking inside, but at least it was hardly showing in her hands. The initial shock of learning her home was no longer her own had worn off; she’d known deep down that it was coming, she just didn’t expect to hear anyone say it out loud. She’d thought she still had some control over the situation, the timing, thought she had months of talking to solicitors and passing letters back and forth. She’d never thought for one moment that it was already too late to do anything about it.

  Seeing Toby in all his naked splendor, shagging that pneumatic blond, had shocked her more. But now she had to decide, pick a path. And this time it was going to be her decision.

  His warm hands hit her waist, making her feel squishy inside; his warm lips on her neck made her feel something different altogether. She wriggled free and took a step backward. Distance was what she needed. Distance from temptation.

  “You’ll be fine, honest.” The seductive drawl made a promise he probably couldn’t keep.

  “From where you’re standing, yeah.”

  “The business will be fine, you’ll be fine.” He was shrugging as though she was a moron, as though it was all straightforward. “I’ll sort it.”

  “I don’t want you to sort it.” She really didn’t. She was sorting this herself, picking her way. Making it work. And if it didn’t work? Well, she’d know exactly who to blame. She put the cup down, misjudged, and it hit the work surface hard, sending a splash of coffee.

  “Well, tough shit, darling, because I’m involved, we’re both involved.”

  “Huh. We’ll see. And I’m only involved if I decide to do it.” If. That was the problem, though; she didn’t want any “we.” She wanted that one-night stand to have been a one-night stand. And the only way she was going to be able to consign it to honorable history was if she could keep as many miles as possible between them.

  “So you’ve changed your mind? You’re going to give up and go, just like that?”

  She looked into the eyes that suddenly seemed darker, more controlling. “I didn’t say that. I haven’t made up my mind yet, so I can’t change it, can I?”

  “Fine.”

  “I’m not going to let anyone bully me into this if I feel it’s wrong for me. I’ll find something else.” Somehow. Shit, what if she couldn’t?

  “Sure.” He picked up the spoon she’d discarded and jabbed it into the sugar bowl.

  “You don’t take sugar.” She raised an eyebrow.

  “I suddenly have a craving for something sweet.”

  “I can’t let anyone make up my mind for me, Saul, not even you.” The spoon clattered into the sink. “Shagging me senseless last night doesn’t change anything, this is my decision.” A muscle was twitching in his jaw; she was making him mad. But she couldn’t stop pushing; he had to know that if she did this it was on her terms. Alone.

  “I’m not out to bully you, Roisin.” The tight, low voice had a warning tone. “I just thought this was a reasonable solution.”

  “What, a solution that suits me or just you?”

  “That suits everyone. This is about business, pure and simple; it isn’t about shagging you senseless. How many times do I have to fricking say that?”

  “Until you stop fricking doing it.” Why the hell didn’t he get that? The fact that every time they did it, it made the whole thing harder, more complicated. “Why’ve you been shagging me at every opportunity, eh? Hunting me down before you came here? Coming back last night to soften me up?” She pulled farther away
from him. Maybe she wasn’t being fair. But life wasn’t being bloody fair. She wasn’t sure she wanted to just stop this fling yet, and she didn’t want to walk away from a place she’d fought for unless she had to. This place meant more to her than he could ever imagine, she’d had more battles, more heartache to keep this place than in the rest of her life put together. But was it worth prolonging the agony? It would take more than divine intervention for her to be able to buy it back.

  “I didn’t hunt you down and you know it. That was something that just happened and we both bloody wanted it, so don’t pretend you didn’t. I didn’t need to soften you up, Roisin, I didn’t need to do anything. I just wanted you.” He sat down and looked. And he looked like he was being honest, or a bloody good actor. “Admit it, Roisin, you wanted it too.”

  “Okay, I admit it, I wanted it.” She shrugged. What was not to like when someone attacked you with animal lust?

  “I’m not forcing you into doing this. I just don’t want to take everything away from you if there’s no need.”

  “I need this place.”

  “I know. Don’t worry.”

  “Sorry, but that’s easy for you to say. I do worry.” He was making it hard to distrust him, making it hard to push him away.

  “Roisin.” He’d moved closer, into her personal space, a space he seemed to occupy as comfortably as if it was his own. “I’m not trying to push you either way but”—he flicked her hair back over her shoulder, the nearest he got to contact, but enough to send a tremor through her body—“you enjoyed that video, didn’t you? It didn’t disgust you; it turned you on. You like sex, love it, so why not help other people enjoy it more. Where’s the problem?”