by Alisha Rai
So. Much. Temptation. But she’d made a decision, and she’d stick with it. “I told you. Four dates. Four dates before we jump back in bed with each other.”
His lips twisted. “But this is date number five.”
“It’s two.”
Scowling now, he counted off on his fingers. “One, our first night together. Two, our date the next night. Three, I took you to that godforsaken magic show you mentioned you wanted to see. Four, I drove you to the airport. Five, tonight.”
Tatiana rolled her eyes. “First of all, you can’t ever count going to the airport as a date.”
“We grabbed coffee on the way.”
She ignored that. “In any case, I’m counting that whole trip to Vegas as one date. This is our second.”
His mouth dropped open. “Are you—? You have got to be kidding me. What, is this weekend going to be counted as one date?”
She pretended to think about it. Rules were highly entertaining when you made them up along the way. “Yes.”
“Tatiana.”
“Wyatt.”
“I’m a man of my word. I’d be happy to give you time. But what is the purpose of this arbitrary period of enforced celibacy again?” He spoke through gritted teeth.
“I don’t want lust to blind us.” My, that sounded appropriately dramatic and noble.
“Not fucking each other isn’t going to make us any less lustful. In fact, my lust is pretty much through the roof right now.”
She batted her eyes at him. “Is it?” Of course it was. After their first night together, the most they had engaged in was a few minutes of heated necking. Sexual tension was a living, breathing thing between them, always present.
He stopped and considered her. “You know, I’m not a sex machine. I’d have no problem with this absurd rule, if I didn’t know you’re only fucking around with me to see how much you can get away with.”
She placed her hand on her chest, gratified when his hot eyes darted right there. Her blue top was cut low to make the best of her cleavage. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Right. Don’t think I can’t tell a power play when I see it.”
It wasn’t a power play, per se. Part of her, the mischievous, impulsive side, just wanted to see how much she could tease them both before they exploded.
Wyatt may not be a sex machine, but she kind of was.
And because of her aforementioned love of sex, she’d ensured there was a safety valve built into this nonsense. Go four dates without jumping the man’s bones? Impossible. She lifted the tie and ran it through her fingers, testing its strength. “I think you’re forgetting something about my absurd rule.”
Instantly alert, he leaned forward. This was her comfy suede couch, her life, and still he managed to dominate it. “What’s that?”
“Our definition of sex.” She peered up at him from beneath her lashes. “Our adolescent definition.”
He paused for a moment, and then gave her a wry grin. “Of course. That leaves a lot on the table, doesn’t it?”
Their teen definition of sex had been about as loosey-goosey as some politicians. Vaginal penetration? Sex.
Everything else? Um. Not sex. Especially if they could do it in the backseat of his car.
“You tell me.” She let the tie slip out of her fingers.
His gaze was hot enough to singe. “You hungry?”
Only for you. “No.” She sidled closer, dropped her hand on his chest. Like a heat-seeking missile, her fingers flew to his buttons, toying with them.
“You have no idea how much I’ve been tormenting myself with thoughts of your hands on me for the past week.”
No. She had an idea. At odd moments of the day, she’d stare off into space, unable to think of anything but his hands, mouth, and cock on her and in her. The daydreaming would have been annoying if it wasn’t so arousing. She hummed. “Poor baby. Were you getting pumped up? Thinking this was the fifth date?”
“Knowing it was the fifth date.”
She hid her smile and unbuttoned the crisp white shirt, excited to have him stretched out for her exploration. “Well. I’m happy for both of our sakes that I can still put my hands on you.”
When she was finished unbuttoning his shirt, she spread the halves wide, her toes curling at the sight of his strong, tanned chest. She scraped her fingers over his hard belly, loving the way the muscles contracted and tightened at her touch.
Broad shoulders, narrow hips, defined abs. A delicious body. A body that could be justified by the hour he spent in his home gym every morning when he woke up at dawn.
Eager to eat him up with her eyes, her hand dropped to his belt. After unbuckling it, she attacked the fastening on his pants.
His hand covered hers, stopping her. “You’re overdressed.”
She knocked his hand away. “I want to suck you.”
The words might have been initially intended to shock and arouse him, but as she said them, Tatiana knew they were for her benefit, too. She squirmed at the mere thought of having this man captive to her mouth. His eyes darkened to pure black, a curse hissing between his lips.
She unzipped his pants, carefully maneuvering over the impressive bulge between his legs. His black boxer briefs did nothing to hide his cock.
She licked her lips, and his cock jerked. “Hello there. Aren’t you tempting?”
His hand covered his cock, and he squeezed. “Does this tempt you?”
“You know it does.”
“It’s too bad you don’t want it inside of you.” He rubbed his dick through the cotton. “What a shame that you’re determined to deny both of us pleasure.”
She cast him a flirtatious look. “I’m not denying either of us anything.” She lowered his boxers and pulled out his hard cock. It was thick and long, precome wetting the tip. She bent over and lapped her tongue over the head, tasting him.
Breathing harsh, he fisted the root of his cock with one hand and sank the other into her hair. “Yes.”
He didn’t use his grip to make her deep throat him, which she appreciated. Oh, there were times when she was more than happy to get face-fucked, but she wanted to tease right now, this first time since they’d slept together, and he knew that. She licked him all over as if he were a melting ice cream cone, enjoying his increasingly desperate groans above her.
Finally, finally, she wrapped her lips around him and sucked. His fingers clenched in her hair hard enough to make her scalp sting, and he pulled her away. He dispatched her top in seconds, humming with pleasure when he caught sight of her breasts cupped in virginal white lace, a bra she knew he’d love.
So maybe she’d entertained the possibility that they would engage in some naked shenanigans.
He stood, his cock wet and curving out of his underwear. “Take your clothes off,” he ordered, and did the same, tearing off his garments in the amount of time it took her to wrestle her jeans and panties down.
He rested one naked knee on the couch next to her hip. He reached behind her. With a flick of his wrist, he had her bra undone.
“You’re still pretty good at that.” Tatiana shrugged her bra straps down her arms.
“It’s one skill a man doesn’t forget. Especially if a man has you for a teacher.”
An odd pride ran through her. Yes, she had taught him that. She’d been his first after all, and had stamped herself on his life the same way he had on hers.
Unable to resist, she stroked the cock staring her in her face and leaned in to flick it with her tongue. He grasped her head and gave her a small shake. “No.”
“You don’t want a blowjob?”
His slow smile made her heart pound. “Not exactly.” Dropping to his knees on the carpet between her spread legs, he wrapped one arm around her and brought her close, kissing her deep, his tongue flicking against her lips. Because she knew it would drive him crazy, she remained prim, keeping her mouth closed.
Sure enough, he growled, one hand cradling her head, his th
umb pressing down on her chin. “Let me in,” he muttered against her lips.
She allowed him to pressure her lips into opening. He stroked inside, exploring her, his tongue dominant and strong. He bit her lip when they separated, dragging on the sensitive flesh. “Do you know what I haven’t had in a long time?” he murmured.
“What?”
His smile was curiously tender. He brushed aside a lock of her hair. His hand drifted down over her throat, to her breasts. He shaped the flesh and cradled it. “Do you remember what I used to love to do to you? In the backseat of that old Civic I had?”
“Um, everything.”
His thumb rubbed over her nipple. “Yes. But since I saw you today in that cock-teasing shirt, all I’ve been able to think about is fucking these tits.”
If it were possible to spontaneously combust of arousal, Tatiana would be there right now. Her thighs clenched, her pussy dampening. Especially when he came closer and drew her nipple into his mouth, each tug a direct line to the place between her legs. She looked down when he switched breasts. His long lashes fanned over his cheeks, his expression concentrated. With a final suck, he pulled away. A cry escaped when he deliberately rasped his ever-present stubble over one wet, sensitive tip.
His fingers toying with the nipples he’d left, he ran his tongue over the valley between her breasts and the inner slopes, rough swipes of possession.
His chest was rising and falling almost as quickly as hers when he released her. He nodded to the couch and stood. “On your back.”
She shifted to lie on her back, the soft couch making her nerve endings tingle. He stared down at her for a long minute. Vaguely self-conscious, she covered her belly with her arm. “What is it?”
“Nothing. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Tatiana had a fairly good opinion of her looks, but that kind of heartfelt compliment was always appreciated. Relaxing, she ran her fingers over her stomach, a subtle taunt. “Thank you.”
“I thought about buying you some jewelry, you know. But that seemed silly, when you can make anything you like.” He stroked her collarbone. “But I can give you a pearl necklace.”
Cheesy as his words were, she smiled. “I do love pearls.”
“Me too. Especially these.” He straddled her, his cock dragging over her stomach. Reaching above her, he grabbed the arm of the couch, inching up until the tip of his cock nestled between her breasts.
His cock was still damp from her mouth and his precome, and her breasts were wet with his tongue, but she knew that wouldn’t be enough. “We need lube.”
He rubbed his cock over her nipples. They both gasped. “Where? Bathroom? Bedroom?” The tightness in his voice reflected what he thought about that. Small though her apartment might be, that was too damn far.
“Drawer on the side table.”
He got up and headed for the table she gestured to, back in a flash with a still-sealed bottle in his hand.
“You keep edible lube in your living room?”
She shook her head, expecting the question, though maybe not the moody possessiveness underlying it. “I’m acquainted with both of our libidos. Figured we wouldn’t make it more than an hour before we were ripping clothes.”
He gave a harsh bark of laughter, straddled her again, and opened the bottle. He squirted a generous amount on her breasts and his cock. Unable to resist that shiny, taut flesh, she grasped his penis in both hands and spread the lube up and down while he did the same to her breasts, making the simple act into a sexy massage. When they were both gleaming, he adjusted his position. “Push those pretty tits together and let me fuck them.”
She obeyed, breathless, creating a warm, wet valley for him to fuck.
His face looked pained, and he closed his eyes and breathed hard as his cock slid between her breasts. He let go of the armrest to tweak her nipples, and she cried out, the sharp pleasure making the wetness between her legs unbearable.
“This feels so good.” He compressed her nipple harder. “You don’t even know.”
She knew. She knew exactly what it felt like, to have your brain short-circuiting, your body primed for release. One touch against her clit and she’d be done. She raised her head to look down her body. His penis popped her breasts up with every thrust, her nipples bright red and aching for his touch.
“Jesus. Yes. Tighter. I’m going to come.”
Unable to string words together in any intelligible fashion, she let her actions speak for her. She craned up further, opening her mouth to lick and suck the head of his cock as it emerged from between her breasts. He froze for a second and thrust again, hard enough to shove her up the couch. Her neck bent against the armrest at an awkward angle, but she didn’t care. Her entire focus was on his cock and the pleasure on his face, pleasure that looped around to tie into hers.
He groaned, thrust into her mouth a final time, and came. He pulled out, leaving a trail of semen on her tongue and chest and neck.
Wyatt dragged his hands through his hair. “God. I needed that.” He took a few deep breaths, his face carved in lines of strain, before he straightened and surveyed her, satisfaction obvious. “Perfect.”
She clenched her thighs, both amused and annoyed. He’d gotten his, after all, while she most assuredly had not. It would be so easy, too; she was that turned on. “What about me?”
“Poor thing,” he crooned. He moved back to sit between her legs, his slick cock still semierect. “Let me take care of you.”
“Or I could take care of myself.”
His teeth flashed white. “When I’m near you, I take care of your orgasms. Not you.” He flattened his palms against her thighs and spread her legs wider until one foot was touching the floor, the other pressed tight against the back of the sofa. He dipped his head down to her pussy and inhaled. “God you smell good.”
At the first touch of his tongue, she shouted, her body arching up to welcome him. He licked all around her pussy lips and then finally flattened his tongue, sliding in and stroking out. Again and again and again, holding her open with his fingers.
“My clit,” she gasped.
He used his nose to nudge the hard bud while he ate her out. When she clenched on his tongue and grabbed handfuls of his hair, he drew her clit into his mouth while shoving two fingers into her pussy. It wasn’t his cock, but it filled her up enough to trigger her orgasm.
He pulled away, his face shiny with her juices. Appropriate, since his semen marked her neck and chest. They were all over each other, which was how it should be.
She stretched languidly. “That was pleasant.”
“I could make it more pleasant.” He sat back on his heels and fisted his cock.
“I bet you could.” She smirked. “In two more dates.”
“You know what’s strange, in light of this rule of yours? That unopened box of condoms I spied in that side table. Don’t trust yourself?” He made the pulls on his cock more explicit.
Oh, she trusted herself. No one had ever called her a pushover. Even if he did have the most beautiful penis she’d ever seen. “I was trying to be forward-thinking. Figured we’d use them in a few weeks.” She said the words carelessly, but those excited nerves did a little tap-dance in her stomach.
They were too combustible to call it quits any time soon, even if they did live in different cities, right? After all, fate had thrown them together again. It seemed a shame to let a short plane ride stand in their way. By default, things might proceed slowly, but that was probably good. Cautious didn’t normally describe Tatiana, but the pain of their last failed attempt at a relationship had made an impression on her.
A smile lit his face, calming her. “Damn right we’ll use them.” He got up off the couch and bent down, picking her up easily. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to see what you’ve painted the bathroom. Fuchsia? Teal?”
“Yellow.” She kissed his cheek.
He grinned. “Of course. Why don’t we go have some not-sex in the shower? Clean ourselves off
before we grab some food.”
She linked her arms around his neck. His skin was hot, his muscles hard and strong. Would it be possible to spend the whole weekend rubbing herself all over him? Something told her he wouldn’t object. “Sounds perfect.”
Other Books by Alisha Rai
Other Books By Alisha Rai
Night Whispers
Hot as Hades
Never Have I Ever
Cabin Fever
Glutton for Pleasure
Veiled Series
Veiled Desire, Book One
Veiled Seduction, Book Two
Bedroom Games Series
Play With Me, Book One
Risk & Reward, Book Two
Bet On Me, Book Three
