by Meg Maguire
He moaned against her neck. His hips were pumping in tandem with the thrust of his fingers, pushing his erection into her palm, locking their bodies together.
“I need to taste you,” he said.
She froze. “I’ve never done that.”
“No?” There was surprise in his voice. “Well then, you’re in for a treat.” His hand withdrew and he stood from the bed. “Stand up.”
She complied, holding her pajamas at her waist. He cupped her breasts and kissed her mouth, and she reached between them to touch his cock, hard and insistent behind his fly.
“Unbuckle my belt,” he whispered.
She did. She tugged his button open and lowered his zipper, pushed his jeans down his hips. He grabbed her hand and wrapped her fingers around him.
“Feel what you do to me.” He held her hand tight and pumped his hips, each thrust showing her how thick and hot she’d made him behind the cotton.
Libby felt a rush of power. “You’re so hard.”
“Thanks to you.”
She swallowed. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Nothing, yet. You’ve already made me suffer this long. Ten more minutes and I’ll get my revenge.”
She liked the sound of that threat. She let him ease her other hand away and her pajamas dropped to the floor. He took a step back, studying her. “Take your knickers off.”
She obeyed, standing naked in front of him.
“Holy hell.” Colin’s face took on a look of dirty reverence. “You are the hottest woman I have ever seen.”
She smiled. Objectification felt good with the right person. “Thanks.”
His eyes roamed her entire body, seeming to memorize it. “Sit down.”
She perched on the edge of the bed and watched Colin kneel between her legs. He ran his palms over her thighs, and there was a wildness to his energy, that intensity that had scared her so many times.
“Doesn’t the floor hurt your knees?” Libby asked, dogged by apprehension.
“Yes, it does.” He smiled, apparently relishing such a punishment. His eyes took her in. “I’m so thirsty, Libby,” he murmured, and the words cut into her core like a blade, releasing the fear.
“Lie back.”
She reclined. Strong hands eased her thighs open, and she felt the heat and closeness of his lips, his chin, his nose, his hot exhalations against her skin.
“You smell amazing.”
She gasped as his tongue traced her lips, quick and firm.
“Colin.”
He made a happy noise. “Keep saying that.”
His hands held her tightly, and his tongue lapped her again, then again, faster. Each time she said his name, he gave her more. Each flick of his tongue seemed to excite him further, until he was moaning, rhythmic and guttural. One of his hands slid up her thigh. Between kisses, two fingers traced her clitoris and the seam of her lips.
“Oh, wow.” A current rushed through her, a flash of warmth in her feet that spread up through her legs and belly.
He slid his fingers inside her, the pleasure making her hips jerk.
“Colin.”
His mouth devoured her as his touch went deeper. Libby pushed herself up and ran her short nails over his scalp, wanting to pull him closer, wanting to own him. She let her heels rub frantically against his back.
“God, Colin, don’t stop.”
He took her rougher. A warm, strange sensation began to build, tensing her body then releasing it. His tongue was winding her up, tight as a spring and so urgent it nearly hurt. He moaned, deep and long, the vibration of his voice compounding her pleasure.
“Colin.” She wanted to shout it. She wanted to scream, to choke him and make this feeling stop before it suffocated her, but he was relentless. Ravenous.
Her entire body clenched as everything came to a sudden head. She grasped for any inch of his skin she could find as the climax ripped through her—flashes of pleasure more exquisite and more violent than she’d dreamed her body capable of experiencing. His mouth and fingers slowed. Colin drew the sensations out, letting them fade, bringing them back. As she came down, he held her thighs tight against his head, as though he wanted to drown in her. When she finally stopped twitching, he let her boneless calves flop from his shoulders.
Dizzy, Libby managed to drag her tingly legs up onto the bed. Colin joined her. He pulled her against his chest, tangling a possessive hand in her hair.
“Thanks,” he said.
She smiled. “You’re welcome, I guess.”
He licked his lips and kissed her sweaty forehead. “I can die a happy man now.”
“I’d prefer if you didn’t just yet. I’m not done with you.” She paused to let a long breath ooze from her body. “My God. That was incredible.”
“That’s my super-power.”
“That’s the greatest thing I have ever felt.”
“I have no doubt,” he said cockily.
“No, I mean…really. That was literally the greatest thing I’ve ever felt.” She looked him square in the face and grinned. “That was my first orgasm.”
Libby didn’t think she’d ever seen a pair of eyes that round before.
“No fucking way.”
She nodded. “My very first.”
Colin flopped back on the bedspread. “Sweet Christ, shoot me now. I’ve peaked. There’s no point going on.”
“Oh, you’re not done yet. Not even close.” A burst of energy took her. “I want to do that to you.”
He sat up and nodded. “You can do anything you want to me.”
“But I need instructions. I’ve never done it. I might be really crappy at it.”
“Libby, I could probably come just watching you do your taxes right now. It’s not your performance you should be worried about.”
She laughed.
“So, by all means, be as crappy at it as you want. It’ll still be the most amazing head I’ve ever gotten.”
“Okay.” She looked around them, unsure how to begin. “Tell me what to do.”
“Well, would you like me to wear a condom?”
“I don’t know… Should you?”
He shrugged. “I’m clean, but it’s your choice.”
“I think I’d prefer to take you as you are.”
He nodded. “Whatever you like. You want me lie down or stand or…?”
“God, I don’t know.”
“Here.” He piled a couple pillows and lay back. “This is probably the most comfortable for you.” He pushed his boxer briefs off and spread his thighs, inviting Libby to kneel between them.
She studied him for a long moment, all that bare skin laid out for her to do with as she liked. She wrapped her fingers around him again to feel his hard excitement, listened to the happy sounds he made. But even though he was the one on his back, she couldn’t help but feel vulnerable.
“So I just use my mouth?” she asked, trying to downplay her mounting nerves.
“Well, not just your mouth. It’s not a porno.” He laughed, kind. “Oh God. You don’t have to deep-throat me or anything.”
“What then?”
“Hold me, like you are now. Stroke me. Use your mouth on my head, or as far as it’s comfortable for you. Suck me or lick me or whatever you like. Have fun. Just treat me like I’m the most delicious thing in the world.”
“Maybe you are,” she said flirtatiously, relieved about the mechanics. She thought of the flock of cute, tattooed Wellington girls who’d kill to be in her position right now, and the gloating satisfaction of it made her smirk.
“You smiling with my dick in your hand is the greatest thing I have ever seen in my entire life,” Colin announced.
She smiled one last time then leaned close. She took in his scent, savoring it. He transformed as she began to explore him, that strong body suddenly fidgeting beneath her. Libby had always imagined this would feel like an imposition, but the intoxication it triggered was shocking. She let her herself experiment, thrilling at Colin’s
size and taste and all the sounds he made, trying things for her own enjoyment. If she was doing an amateur job, he didn’t seem to care. She loved how his hips tensed, desperate for more. She cupped a hand between his thighs and his back arched in tandem with a loud moan. Helpless.
She freed her mouth up for a moment. “What else?”
“Just this,” he grunted. “It feels so fucking good. I can’t believe I’m in your mouth. Make me feel good, Libby.”
“I will. Keep talking.”
She upped the intensity of everything she was doing. Colin’s hands were balled into fists at his sides, gripping the bedspread. She stole glances at him as her fingers and tongue explored him, admired the long muscles of his body, strained from what her touch was doing to him.
“God, I want to come,” he groaned, an order wrapped in a plea.
She stroked him harder to indicate he should do exactly that.
“More. Suck me, Libby. Hard. I’ll let you taste me.”
She moaned against him, feeling simultaneously servile and masterful—the sexiest feeling in the world. His body was twitching, as hers had. She took more of him and his pleasure was instantaneous. His fingers tangled in her hair.
“Fuck, take me. Suck me.”
His hips begged for more and she gave it gladly. The deeper she took him, the hotter his body seemed to blaze, until he couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Libby—” Colin’s fists clenched and unclenched as he gave in. All his muscles locked, and Libby tasted the exotic tang of his hot release in her mouth. She swallowed as he relaxed against the pillows.
She sat back on her knees, triumphant. “I did it!”
“Holy shit.” Colin dragged himself to sitting and handed Libby a glass of water from the bedside table.
“Did I do a good job?”
He took the glass back and smiled at her hazily. “If you get much better at that you’ll be downright dangerous. Holy hell.” He glanced around the room as though he didn’t recognize where he was.
“Damn, that was fun.” Libby rubbed her hand over the underside of his strong calf. “What’s next?”
He laughed. “Give me ten minutes to recover and I’ll think of something.”
Reece arranged the last of the dirty glasses in the dishwasher and switched it on. He ran a wet towel over the bar. He flipped the stools upside down on the tables so his mother wouldn’t have to when she swept in the morning. He let himself feel the apprehension that came with turning off the lights and double-checking the locks, knowing his next step was going upstairs and facing Libby.
Feeling distinctly like a coward, he prayed she’d be asleep, but when he opened the door to the stairs he heard the television droning. He resigned himself to at least chatting with her, if not actually addressing the awkward way they’d parted the night before. Colin was right—Reece was rubbish with women sometimes. When he’d come back from his shower and looked at her silver shoes next to his bed, he’d finally understood they were for him. That whole outfit had been for him, but he’d been too thick to see it.
And Colin had been right about something else. Libby was good for their family. A friend would tell her that to her face. A real man would. Reece would, right now. He opened the door to the flat, already choosing his words, but—
No one. Just two pairs of red high-tops sitting side by side next to the coffee table, and Colin’s bedroom door, shut.
Reece felt his stomach turn and his blood run cold.
Chapter Nineteen
Colin was jolted from his blissful reverie when the television suddenly fell silent, two rooms over. The alarm clock on the bedside table read one eighteen.
Libby noticed too. Her hand, which she’d been running absently over his stomach, froze. More sounds followed—the remote being set on the coffee table, the thump of shoes dropping to the floor, the click of the deadbolt. Then Reece’s footsteps, fading as he walked to his side of the flat, then nothing. Fear rose in Colin’s chest.
Libby’s hand moved again, stopping above his pounding heart. “What’s wrong?”
He closed his eyes. “Just bullshit.”
“What kind of bullshit?”
“Just my brain, filling up with ugly thoughts.”
“Like what?”
He turned onto his side to face her. “That I’m your consolation prize.”
Libby’s mouth dropped open, horrified. “No,” she said, squeezing his arm.
“That’s what I felt. I’m not saying it’s true.”
“Well, you’re not.” She pushed herself up, sitting cross-legged in the center of the bed. She beckoned Colin to join her.
He sat up and let Libby pull his ankles forward, crossing her thighs over his and scooting close. Her warm, slender hands stroked his face as they locked eyes. She traced his scar with her thumb and smiled at him.
“I’ve been an idiot,” she said. “To not see what was right in front of me.”
“What? The fuck-up?”
Her eyebrows pinched into a scowl and she punched his shoulder.
“Ow.”
“Don’t ever say that about yourself again. Would you let me get away with saying something horrible like that?”
“I don’t reckon I’d hit you… But no, I wouldn’t.”
“Then don’t say it about yourself. You’re not the fuck-up. You’re the best man I’ve ever met. And I’d have seen it before, if I hadn’t be so scared of getting close to someone who could actually offer me any kind of real affection.”
Colin let her tilt his shoulders down and press her lips to the crown of his head. Her palms grazed his hair and neck, and he swallowed the great hunk of emotion that had caught in his throat during her pep talk. Libby coaxed his chin up and kissed him. Then deeper.
“You’re the one I’m supposed to be with.” Her tongue tracing the edge of her lips in that way that drove him mad. “You’re the one I want.”
He kissed her back, hard. All the longing that had haunted him for the past few weeks shot up through the core of his body and into his mouth and hands and throat and between his thighs. His kiss was fierce and aggressive with gratitude and fear and possessiveness all jumbled together. He pulled her close by the hips until her breasts touched his chest. His dick stiffened as her fingers wrapped around him, stroking.
“Yes.”
“I want you,” she said.
He was lost in the sensations. This was real. Libby was touching him. She wanted him. The thing he’d dreamed about, when both awake and asleep. Those familiar hands, holding him, giving him this pleasure. He drew himself back into coherence.
“Are you ready?” he managed to choke out.
“I think so.”
He slipped his fingers between her thighs to confirm. “Goddamn.” He coaxed her back against the pillows and leaned over to rummage in the bedside table drawer.
“Do we need lube?”
“Crikey, no—we’ve got you.” He grinned to himself.
“Am I enough?”
He shook his head in exaggerated disbelief. “Are you enough? Are you mad?”
Libby bit her lip and looked away.
“But I’ll give you six more orgasms before we fuck, if you want to be sure.”
Libby laughed at this threat. “I’ll bet you could, but I don’t think I can wait that long. I’ll take your word for it.”
“Good.” He found a condom and sat back down. “So, do you know what you like?”
“Not really… I like looking at you. And seeing you excited. And I want to hear you.”
“The lady likes feedback.”
Libby smiled mischievously and stroked him again, tighter. “You’re good at sex, aren’t you?”
“I am fantastic at sex.” Colin suspected neither one of them was certain if he was being serious or not…and he couldn’t concentrate on anything as long as Libby’s fingers were wrapped around him.
“Then do whatever you think I’ll like, since you’re the expert.”
“Deal. You just need to tell me if I’m doing anything that’s hurting you,” he said, ripping the packet open. “Or weirding you out.”
“I will.” Her eyes glimmered with that insistent, wicked look women got at this moment, one Colin was used to seeing, yet one he’d never guessed he’d get to see directed at him by this particular woman. He knelt between her legs. How was this possibly happening?
“Are you relaxed?”
“I’m impatient.”
He laughed. “Okay, then. You’re an apt pupil, eh?”
She tugged at his hips to emphasize her eagerness. He tugged back, pulling her against him. He stroked himself, wanting to be as hard as possible when he took her.
“Keep doing that,” Libby breathed, eyes fixed on his hand.
“You want to watch me?”
“Yes. Keep doing that.” Her tongue flirted with the corner of her mouth.
He gave her what she wanted to see. “I’ve thought about you so many times. Lying right there, where you are now.”
“What did you think about?”
His hand quickened as he pondered it. “About what we just did. And what we’re about to do.”
She pulled at his hips again, her curious eyes apparently sated. He guided himself with his hand to that warm, welcoming place. This gorgeous moment, his favorite feeling in the world. Earning it, being offered it, being begged for it… Oh, but this… Libby. Being invited to do this by Libby. And here she was, somehow, right here beneath him.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised, easing in the first inch.
“Oh.”
He paused. “Does it hurt?”
“No, it feels…a little intimidating.”
“I can stop.”
“Oh, God no. I think I like when you’re intimidating,” she said with a nervous smile. Her gaze was trained between their bodies. “More.”
“All right.” He slid a little deeper inside her.
Her breath hitched then relaxed. “Keep going. It’s just a lot to get used to.”
Colin basked in this quasi-compliment for a moment. He braced himself on one arm and reached his other hand between them. “I’m going to do this,” he said, playing with her clit. “And when you’re ready for me go deeper, you tell me.”
