by KB Alan
He gave her a quelling look. “You could have taken the pictures. Besides, I intended to have something else in my hand.”
Her pussy spasmed and reminded her of the bullet waiting inside.
They moved into single file as they headed up the hills at an easy pace. She watched his body move, his muscles bunching and releasing. Yum. He dared a quick look back and she grinned at him.
“This was a good idea. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Should we try surfing next?” he asked hopefully.
“Hell, no!”
The group slowed down at the top of a hill and came to a stop. They looked out over the Valley as the sun set, city lights winking on ahead of them. It was a beautiful view, one she’d rarely seen.
After a quiet moment, they started forward again, heading down the other side of the hills, riding mostly in silence as they enjoyed the view, chatting with the guide and other riders occasionally.
They arrived at the restaurant and lined up before dismounting. She hopped off quickly then went to help Keith. He made it down without hurting himself or the horse and seemed pleased.
The group dispersed with instructions to return in an hour. She and Keith went to wash their hands and met up at a table for two. A waiter arrived quickly to take their orders for margaritas and burritos.
“When’s the last time you went on a date?” she asked, then grimaced. Why torture herself?
He cocked his head in thought. “Two months ago. My friend’s wife set me up on a blind date and I couldn’t say no.”
“You didn’t like her?”
“Eh. She was okay, I guess, but I was a bit hung up on my accountant at the time, couldn’t give her the attention she deserved.”
She rolled her eyes at him and he gave her his exasperated look in return.
“Why is this so hard for you to believe?”
“Because, you’re a good-looking man who spends all day with good-looking women. You can’t tell me you work with them, send them out the door, then think of me.”
“Okay, I won’t tell you that. I’ll tell you I’m thinking of you even before I send them out the door. Especially lately. Shit, you come in all sweet and happy, that beautiful smile on your face, what do you expect from me?”
She stared at him. Was he for real? Surely by now he’d figured out that she wasn’t going to say no to him tonight. The waiter arrived with their drinks and guacamole and they both let the subject drop.
Chapter Five
It was full dark when they left, and cold. Grateful for the warm sweatshirt, Val put it on and tried not to feel silly hugging herself in something she knew he’d worn many times. They mounted up and began the journey back.
She chatted with the guide, learning more about the weekly ride and the stable in general. When another couple rode up to ask questions, Keith put a hand out to hold Val back a bit. They maneuvered to the side and let the others pass them by. Nervous, sure she knew why he wanted the privacy, she felt her sex get wet again. Sure enough, as soon as they were last in the pack, the bullet inside her gave a sudden buzz. It only lasted for a second and she turned wide eyes to Keith.
“You okay?”
She thought about telling him no, knew he’d respect her choice. That made it easier to nod, all the encouragement he needed to turn the device on again. Even though she was ready for it, she jolted again. The horses plodded forward, unaware of the drama unfolding. Her breathing picked up and she licked her lips, liking the way his eyes darted down to watch her tongue. She did it again deliberately and he grinned.
All the way back he played with the settings, watching her reactions closely. Occasionally he’d turn it off completely and she’d convince herself that it was for the best, that she didn’t want any more until they were alone and he could do something to give her the release she was beginning to crave. Then he’d turn it back on, select a new setting, and she’d be catapulted back to the edge, but never over.
“Please, Keith.” It came out a low moan and she hoped nobody else heard her.
“Soon, sweetheart. I promise.”
They could see the stables now and he turned it off again. She almost wept in frustration, vowing to turn the tables on him before the night was through.
Somehow she managed to thank their guide, make sure that Keith gave a tip and get back to the car, though it was mostly a blur. She collapsed into her seat and moved her hands to her sex.
“Hey, now,” Keith said, grabbing her hand with his. She narrowed her eyes at him, sure she heard laughter in his voice, though his face was serious.
“We’ll be home soon. Then I’ll take care of it, I promise.”
A car door opened a couple of spaces over, reminding her that being in a vehicle didn’t mean she couldn’t be seen. Damn. Keith started the car and she leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes, trying to calm down.
And jolted again when the bullet started up.
Her eyes flew open and her hands tried to do…something, but Keith’s large palm cupped her, not letting her press against him.
“Oh, baby, you are so fucking hot. I want to watch that look on your face all night long.”
He changed the setting, not letting her get used to one rhythm. She ground her head against the headrest, lifting her hips, but his hand moved with her, giving no resistance.
“Damn it, Keith. Please.”
“No, not when I can’t watch,” he said, but he gave her a squeeze that was almost enough.
In desperation, she reached over to him, sliding her hand over his thigh until she found the hard bulge in his jeans.
“Shit! Val, you’re going to make me get in an accident. I promise, that’s not going to help you get off.”
“When did you get so mean?” she asked, petulant.
He took his hand from her and grabbed first one of her wrists, then the other, resting both against her thigh. He’d had to let go of the remote though, so at least she was assured of the same setting. Now, if she could just…
Letting go of the steering wheel long enough to grab the remote, he turned it off. Again. Oh, she was so going to have to kill him.
“Okay, maybe that worked too well. Sorry.”
He didn’t sound very sorry and she gave him her best murderous glare as he exited the freeway, heading back to his house. It absolutely was not fair to get her this worked up when she couldn’t do anything about it. Do anything about him. She wanted to touch him, taste him, feel him. She wanted his hands on her, not some damn vibrator.
Again he let her go, but this time he moved his hand up to cup her neck, massaging her tight shoulders as he drove a little faster than he probably should. Gradually she relaxed again, almost dozing with the feel of his hand warm on her neck and the music soft in the background.
She reminded herself to enjoy the night, to take what she could get and be ready to live off the memories for a long time. She didn’t doubt for a second that it would take a while to get over him, to be able to move on to someone else. More than one drunken night with her best friend had been spent analyzing why she didn’t get attracted to guys more often. Or why they weren’t attracted to her. They’d never found an answer, only headaches the next morning.
Now her friend was married and they rarely had girls’ night out anymore. The last time, she hadn’t even mentioned her growing attraction to her favorite client.
Part of her was excited, looking forward to the night ahead, but the other part was already looking to the future without her semi-regular dose of Keith. Would it be worth it? To trade the many days of pleasant platonic contact for one night of passion? She hoped so, because there was little choice in the matter now.
Oh, she could still say no, she had no doubt about that. But she’d spend the rest of her life kicking herself in the ass, that much was also clear.
The car came to a stop and she opened her eyes, not even having realized they’d closed. She was glad he’d kept his hand off the remote—she might
have had to kill him if he’d buzzed her again. He seemed to have figured that out on his own though, which gave a good indication of his ability to pay attention.
This time when he got out of the car, she waited, letting him come around to open the door for her. She’d never actually done that before, had no idea why she did now. Maybe because she was suddenly too tired to figure out how to behave, how to act. She was going to stop worrying about what he was trying to do, what he was thinking and planning, and how she should be reacting. She was going to be herself, and if he wasn’t okay with that, so be it.
He reached down and she accepted his hand, letting him pull her up out of the car. Her thighs ached, though how much was from the riding and how much was from the vibrator she didn’t even bother to guess.
She followed him into the house, standing where he placed her while he locked the door and turned on a light. He came back to her and put his hands on her shoulders, watching her closely.
“You okay, baby?”
“Sure.”
“Why so quiet all of a sudden?”
“I don’t know, just ready, I guess. Trying not to think too far ahead.”
One of his hands came up to her cheek, his thumb brushing her lips. “I don’t see anything wrong with thinking ahead. Except right now I can hardly think past this minute.”
“What are you thinking, this minute?” Her words were barely a whisper as her lips brushed his thumb.
“I’m thinking how much I want to taste you again. I’m wondering how wet you are. I want to feel every inch of your body under my hands.”
“So why are we still standing here?”
“Because I can’t stop staring at you. You’re so beautiful.”
The awe in his voice confused her. She didn’t believe him, but she didn’t think he was lying to her either. Perhaps right now, in this minute, he did find her beautiful. It was good enough for her. He didn’t move though. Maybe it was time for her to make some moves. She may not have a lot of experience, but right now she felt powerful.
She brought one hand up to rest on his heart, gauge his reaction. Her other hand went to his arousal, thick and firm behind his jeans. He drew in a sharp breath and she smiled around his thumb. He eased it between her lips and she sucked it in, hard. Heat flared in his eyes as she gripped him with her fingers while biting gently with her teeth.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Tell me you’re ready.”
“I don’t know, Keith. Ready for what?” she teased, her hand gliding up and down his length before reaching up to undo the button.
“Uh.” He pulled his thumb back and bent at the waist, putting his shoulder into her stomach and lifting.
Shocked, she gave a small shriek as he carried her into the bedroom. She slapped his ass but he just grunted and tossed her onto the bed. Bouncing, she braced her hands on the mattress and looked at him. He was breathing hard, his hands tearing his jeans open and sliding them down. Where was the cool, sexy flirt from this morning? The in-control hard-ass from the afternoon?
He yanked his sweatshirt over his head while kicking off his shoes. The buttons on his shirt came undone a lot faster than they’d been closed up this morning and she licked her lips at the sight of that hard chest again. He shoved his boxers off and she stared at his long, hard cock, jutting out at her, begging for her attention. She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth as he came closer.
His hands turned their attention to her, starting with her shoes. She let him take them off before scooting back out of his reach. His low growl gave her goose bumps. She rose to her knees at the head of the bed as he stood at the foot, face hard with desire. She pulled the sweatshirt off then paused with her hands on the hem of her shirt, waiting for his response. He didn’t disappoint.
“Take it off,” he said, putting one knee on the end of the bed.
Val’s mouth quirked into a small smile at his words, but instead of doing as he’d said, she slowly pulled her bottom lip through her teeth. He tensed, ready to move forward but she drew the shirt up her body, baring herself an inch at a time before finally bringing it over her head.
“The bra,” he said, shifting to bring his other leg up. She cupped her breasts as they watched each other, kneeling on opposite ends of the bed. Instead of moving her hands around to the back to work the clasp, she slid them down her rib cage and rested them at the button to her jeans.
He was fascinated by the combination of nervous eyes and seductive intent. Forcing himself not to leap at her, he swallowed hard and let her drive him crazy. As long as he could do the same, he thought, letting his wicked grin be all the warning she got. In his hand was the remote he’d palmed from his jeans, which he was sure she hadn’t seen. He thumbed the dial and she gasped.
Chapter Six
Now that they were in a quiet room Keith could just make out the buzzing sound coming from inside her. Her breathing picked up, her breasts rising and falling in an invitation he found hard to resist. Her eyes closed for a minute as her whole body, other than those sharp breaths, froze around the sensations. He waited, wanting her to finish what she started, wanting her to seduce him, even as he drove her up.
Her eyes opened and she glanced down to where he slowly stroked himself. Determination lit her eyes and she resumed movement. The button popped open and she peeled the sides back enough to reveal her dark-blue panties. One slim hand moved in, cupping herself inside the jeans, pressing up into the vibrator. Her head fell back with a moan and he moved forward before catching himself.
“The bra,” he said again, hoping he didn’t sound too harsh. She gave another one of those pleased smirks and moved to push her jeans down off her hips instead. He changed the speed on the remote and moved another step forward. The buzzing sound increased as her jeans went down. Rolling his thumb over the head of his cock to capture the moisture there, he reached out and brought it to her sweet lips. Her eyes rounded in surprise and she gave a little gasp, but then darted her tongue out to lick him.
They both groaned and she moved a little closer and sucked his thumb into her mouth. He set the remote down within reach and slid his hand up her leg, over her hip and around to her back to work on the bra clasp. She took over the task of handling his erection and he paused as she squeezed him. They both moved a step closer, a handspan apart now. Pulling his thumb out slowly, her teeth grazing him as she let him go, he moved in for a kiss.
She waited for him, not moving closer, letting him find her lips with his. He paid her back by teasing, moving his lips over hers without joining them. When she finally leaned forward to press into him, he let her. Her tongue met his and he sucked it in, hard. Had anything ever tasted as sweet as his Val?
He moved his hand between them, cupping it over hers, finding her panties drenched. He laced his fingers through hers and brought them both up so that they could slip inside the satin. Their joined fingers slid through her wetness, then back up to play with her clit. He used both of their fingers to circle and press until her hips were moving unconsciously, then he slowly tugged the vibe, still turned on, from her body. Her muscles clenched, holding it inside, until she moaned and released it.
“The bra,” he said again and this time she listened while he turned the vibe off and tossed it and the remote away. She pulled her fingers free of his, trailing them up his bare chest. He barely caressed her clit as she finally pulled the straps down her arms and removed the bra from between them.
“The jeans.” His hands came up between them to cup the small handful of her breasts. “So beautiful,” he whispered. Her nipples stood out, dark puckers begging for his attention. Leaning in, he took a tip in his mouth, sucking it between teeth and tongue. Her moan was the sweetest sound. She gave up trying to shove her jeans down and moved her hands to his back. He pressed into the feel of her caress, opening his mouth to take more of her.
More, he needed more. After so long, his fantasies were becoming reality but the reality was already a thousand times better than his dreams. He p
icked her up and laid her down on the bed. She held him to her and he wanted to roar in triumph. Letting go of her despite her clutching hands and soft moans, he pulled her jeans off and moved back to cover her. They both sighed as his body pressed onto hers. She dragged his head down to hers for another kiss, her breasts pressing eagerly into his chest.
She tasted so good, but there was so much more of her he needed to experience. He nibbled his way along her jaw, over to her ear, sucking the lobe into his teeth. She arched up into him and he smiled. A gentle bite had her crying out. Releasing her with a lick, he moved back down, exploring her neck, then lower. He wanted more of her breasts and they were waiting for him.
“Please,” she said when he kissed his way around one breast while pinching the other’s nipple with his fingers. “Keith,” she moaned when he switched, soothing the pinched nipple with the warmth of his mouth while massaging the other mound. He was enjoying himself so much it took a minute to register the fact she was pushing at him. Worried, he pulled back to see her face, saw the frustration, but had to fight not to smile. It was definitely the right kind of frustration.
He let her shoves push him over and she glowed with triumph as she landed on top of him. Oh man, he was toast. No way was he letting her get away from him. Her hands started at his shoulders and smoothed their way down to his nipples. He grasped her hips to hold on to something as she leaned down and licked her way up his chest to his neck before sitting up again to look down on him.
She was a goddess rising above him, the power of the moment filling her with a strength and confidence that he rarely saw in her. It was damn sexy and he decided it would be his job to make her feel that way more often, even if it did mean indulging in fantastic sex until she got the clue. Some things were worth working for, after all.
“Valerie, I need you.” He watched his words wash over her, through her, as powerful as his touch. Her thighs tightened around him and he felt her cream on his abdomen. Desperate, he reached over to the nightstand, trying not to dislodge her but needing a condom now.
