by Tara Wyatt
With a shaky moan, she slid her hands down his chest, savoring the feel of all that hard, masculine strength beneath her fingers. She let her hands travel lower, over his belt buckle and to the front of his pants, where she could feel his cock, long and thick, and…
“Holy shit, Javi,” she breathed, palming him, grinning at the way he bucked into her touch. “This is…” She stopped speaking when he roughly squeezed one of her breasts, sending heat pounding through her. He slipped one foot between hers and pushed her legs apart, spreading her open for him with his muscled thigh. She ground against him, her clit throbbing for so much more, and then she sighed when she felt his hips against hers. “You’re fucking huge.”
He pulled back just enough to flash her a cocky grin. “Yeah. I am.”
She reached between them again, but this time he pinned her wrists above her head, his lips and tongue tracing over the skin of her collarbone. “No. We do this, I’m in control.”
She arched an eyebrow at him. “And why is that?”
“Because I think it’s exactly what you want, but will never ask for.”
How was it that he was so easily able to see right to the core of her? It felt…unevolved, somehow, to spend her days being a badass but then want a man to use her for his pleasure. To take charge, and control and let her just…just be. Feel.
It might’ve been unevolved, but it also felt freeing in a way that she both craved and feared. Because letting go, giving over control took trust, and she never let anyone get close enough to her to explore that. To have that kind of connection.
But tonight, with Javi? Maybe for once, she could let go enough to give in to what she needed.
“Turn around,” he whispered against her ear, allowing himself one last press of his cock against her belly before stepping back to give her space. Adrenaline charged through her, making her hands tremble, making her pulse pound. Making her body throb. She felt achy. Empty. Clenching and pulling at nothing in a way that only ramped up her arousal. She turned, feeling the heat of him at her back. Then, slowly, he pulled down the zipper of her cocktail dress, exposing her. Cool air swirled over her heated skin like a caress. With a quick, authoritative flick, he unclasped her bra, and then slid all of the fabric down over her shoulders, her waist, her hips, letting it puddle at her feet as he bared her save for her red lace panties.
“Fuck,” he ground out as he pressed his hard cock to her ass, his hands cupping her breasts from behind. “You’re so damn sexy, Aerin. You drive me fucking crazy.”
His words hit her like an electrical charge, sizzling and short circuiting her entire body. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, plucking and tormenting her until she bucked against him, moaning loudly. Trailing biting kisses over her shoulder and up her neck, he pressed against her, letting her once again feel his impressive length.
“God, the things I’m going to do to you. I’m going to make you come so many times you lose count, until you beg me to stop. I’m going to put you on your knees and feed you my cock, watch you try to take all of me. I’m going to fuck you so hard and so deep that you feel me for days. I’m going to make you scream my name. And you’re going to love every fucking second of it.”
Holy hell. She thought she’d had Javier Flores pegged—uptight, boring, and completely uninterested in her.
She’d been wrong. So very, very wrong. And for once, she couldn’t have been happier about it.
He slid one hand from her aching breast up to her throat, letting his fingers lay on her skin without exerting any pressure. “Yes?” His question hung in the air, hovering between them. This was her last chance to back out. Last chance to put an end to all the stupid things they were about to do. Last chance to regain control and walk away.
“Yes,” she breathed. He gripped her chin, tilting her head and then brought his mouth to hers in a bruising, claiming, punishing kiss.
Fuck me like you hate me. Her words from earlier bounced around her mind. A hatefuck. This was a hatefuck. He was going to punish her for all the times she’d been rude to him, talked down to him, snapped at him. Punish her with that monster in his pants, and make her grateful for it. Distantly, she thought she heard alarm bells going off, but then he slipped a hand between her legs, cupping her over top of the red lace, and her brain stopped working entirely.
“For tonight, this is mine,” he said, trailing his thumb over her lips, wetness pooling there. “All mine.” His other hand landed with a smack on her butt cheek as he continued to play with her with his thumb. Then, with a low growl, he pushed the lace aside and slid his fingers over her wet slit. He’d barely touched her and she was already halfway to orgasm. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan building in her chest.
He smacked her ass again and then trailed his fingers up to her clit, rubbing it in a lazy, unhurried circle. “No,” he ground out against her ear. “Don’t hold back.” He pinched her throbbing clit and her legs started to shake. This time, she let the gasping moan burst free, her head falling back as he played with her, his fingers slick with her arousal.
He pressed a single finger into her, stroking in and out of her clenching pussy, then added a second. She gripped at him, trying to pull him deeper inside. Wanting more. Wanting everything.
He fucked her with his fingers slowly, stretching her as he stroked her. “Shit, Aerin. You’re going to strangle me. You’re perfect. Heaven and hell.” He added a third finger and she let out a long, desperate moan, pressing back against his hand as a fiery burn radiated through her. His thumb returned to her aching clit, pressing and circling, stoking the flames building low in her belly. He picked up the pace, playing her body like an instrument in the hands of a skilled musician.
“More,” she pleaded, her hips working against his hand in a needy rhythm. He curled his fingers inside her, stroking that delicious, hidden spot, and she burst, coming on his fingers in hot, clenching, rippling throbs. She screamed, her entire body vibrating with the force of her orgasm. Hot coals simmered in her belly, pulsing in time with her clit.
“That’s it. Come all over my hand. You’re so gorgeous like this, falling apart for me.” His words should’ve shocked her, or sobered her, but they didn’t. They made her feel both dirty and safe, both used and cherished in a way she didn’t fully understand.
Javi withdrew his hand, leaving her feeling empty, but she didn’t have time to process missing having his body inside hers, because he’d turned her around and was kissing her until she couldn’t breathe. She slid her tongue against his greedily. A part of her wondered if he’d call off their game now that he’d taken the upper hand, taken the control, put her in her place. Even scarier was the fact that she didn’t want him to, and she didn’t know how to feel about that.
He kissed a path down her neck, licking and sucking at her skin. She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access. “Undress me,” he said, his voice a low, husky murmur. “Strip me, and then show me what else you can do with that smart mouth.”
She whimpered, clutching at him, excitement and arousal and need all spiking through her and making her feel completely off balance. With shaking hands, she unbuttoned his shirt then tugged it free of his pants, exposing a mouthwatering swath of tan skin and masculine muscle. Unable to stop herself, she pressed her lips to his chest, trailing open-mouthed kisses over his warm skin, flicking her tongue over a nipple as she worked his belt. He let out a low, gruff sound that warmed her from the inside, filling her with a sense of feminine power.
With his belt undone, she unbuttoned his pants and eased the zipper down, then slipped her hand into his black boxer briefs. She could’ve cried at what she found—hard, long, gloriously thick. Soft warm skin over engorged steel. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Not having the patience to draw it out any longer, she pushed his boxer briefs down just enough to free his cock and then dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him through her lashes, excitement charging through her at the dark
lust clouding his eyes as he watched her. He wanted this just as much as she did. Was just as wrapped up in whatever was happening between them.
She fisted him and stroked him, her eyes zeroing in on the bead of moisture glistening at the tip. Greedy for his taste, she licked it, savoring it on her tongue. He let out a hiss, his hips jerking forward. God, she wanted more of that. Wanted to unravel him just like he’d unraveled her. Wanted the ecstasy and the…she didn’t know. What she was struggling for, what she was fighting against alluded her. So she pushed it aside and took Javi’s almost impossibly thick cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head. Tasting him. Welcoming him.
“Fuck, Aerin, that’s good. So good. Suck me. Show me how much you can take.” He wove a hand into her hair, urging her forward, his hips shifting. With a long exhale, she took him deep, kept going until he bumped the back of her throat. He let out a strangled moan and she withdrew, doing it again, working him with long strokes in and out of her mouth interspersed with kisses and gentle sucks along his rigid length. With each sweep of her mouth up and down his cock, with each flick of her tongue, completely unwelcome thoughts floated through her mind.
She took him to her throat again. I’m sorry I’m such a bitch.
She pressed her tongue to the underside of his cock, licking and teasing. I don’t hate you. I’m sorry that you hate me.
She stroked his cock and took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently. I’m sorry things can’t be different.
Atonement. That was the emotion she’d been struggling against earlier. Javi’s pleasure was her atonement.
No. She didn’t want these thoughts bouncing around her brain like scattered marbles.
No. No. No. This was a hot and dirty hook up. This was getting her lust for him out of her system. This was two lonely people with damaged hearts comforting each other for a night. It couldn’t be anything more.
It couldn’t.
So she sucked him deeper, faster, swallowing his cock like a starving woman. Javi thrust his hips forward, a low, gruff moan escaping him. His fingers tightened in her hair, and then he pulled her back. She licked her lips, looking up at him. His eyes were hooded, pupils blown with lust and desire, his chest heaving. Then, in a sudden burst of movement, he pulled her to her feet and crushed his mouth to hers. His hands skimmed down her body, her breasts, her sides, her back, her ass, stroking with a restless need. As though he couldn’t get enough of touching her.
He filled his hands with her ass and lifted her. She wound her legs around his waist as he started walking them toward the bed, his mouth still on hers. A nervous anticipation sparked through her. They were doing this. She was going to fuck Javier Flores and damn, was she excited about it.
Definitely hadn’t had that on her bingo card today.
“Condoms?” he murmured against her mouth as he eased her down onto the king-sized bed. He stood above her, making quick work of the rest of his clothes. She let out an appreciative hum as her eyes danced over him. She felt like a little kid looking at an amusement park map. His arms and chest were roped with muscle, his stomach ridged and firm. Smooth, tan skin and a trail of black hair that started just below his navel, drawing her eyes back to his impressive cock. Following her gaze, he fisted himself and then leaned forward, dragging the thick head of his cock through her drenched folds. She drew in a sharp, gasping breath, already teetering on the razor-sharp edge of another orgasm.
“I saw some in the toiletries basket in the bathroom,” she managed, her eyes fluttering closed as he teased the head of his cock over her swollen, sensitive clit. Still teasing her, he nodded, his gaze glued to her pussy. Then, he dropped to his knees, hooked his arms around her legs and tugged her to the edge of the bed. A stream of air rasped over her clit.
“You smell so fucking good,” he growled, just before closing his mouth over her swollen flesh. She wove her hands into his thick hair, scraping her nails over his scalp. He grunted against her, the vibrations rippling through her with the subtlety of a blowtorch.
“Oh my God, Javi, yes,” she panted. “You’re gonna make me come again.”
He growled and sucked her clit into his mouth. Something unraveled inside her at the thought that he was just as greedy for her as she’d been for him. Something she wasn’t sure she’d be able to untangle and put back in its neat little corner of her brain. But with his lips and tongue working her over, she couldn’t care. Not when her looming orgasm was slowly warming her skin like a summer sunrise.
He scraped his teeth over her clit and it burst over her, hot and electric. Her inner muscles fluttered, achingly empty, while her clit pulsed against his tongue. Her nerve endings sizzled and crackled, pleasure weighing down her limbs.
He looked up at her from between her legs, a cocky grin on his face. “That’s two, sweetheart.”
“And you promised me more. Condom. Now.”
Heat flared in his eyes, and he gave her one last, hard lick, sending her hips bucking off of the bed before rising and walking into the bathroom, giving her an unobstructed view of his ass. God, if she’d thought it was perfect clothed, seeing it naked was even better. Round and taut with muscle, it was enough to make her lose her mind.
He reappeared a few seconds later, already rolling the rubber down his cock. She hadn’t moved from the edge of the bed, and that seemed to suit him just fine, because he simply pressed her legs back and slicked himself through her folds.
She levered up onto her elbows. “Someone’s impatient.”
“Says the woman who’s already come twice.” He notched his wide head at her entrance and then brought his hands down on either side of her head. “Think you can take me?” He teased the head in and out, and she lifted her hips, trying to pull him deeper.
“Fuck me, Javi. Fill me up. Fucking ruin me.” A hot flush worked its way from her face over her chest and down to her core, where she pulsed and clenched around him. Holding her eyes with his, he slowly worked his way in, inch by impossibly thick inch, stretching her. She burned around him, her vision going a little hazy at the onslaught of pleasure tinged with pain. But even with her vision blurring, she couldn’t take her eyes off of where his body disappeared into hers.
“Look at the way your pussy swallows my cock. And I thought your mouth was greedy,” he said, his voice low and raw. Her legs shook, a tremor coursing through her. She slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing her fingers in a rough circle over her clit. Everything inside her tightened, her nerves oversensitive, and Javi clenched his jaw. Sliding his hands under her ass, he lifted her just a bit and then speared the rest of the way into her, sinking deep. Deeper than she’d ever had a man before. She felt so incredibly full, and as he slowly pulled out then thrust back in to the hilt, she let out a long, loud moan. The slide of him over her nerve endings was exquisite. She could get lost in this feeling, this floating in a fog of need and pleasure and completion.
She could, but she wouldn’t let herself. So instead, she rubbed her clit harder, faster as Javi established an almost brutal rhythm, taking her so hard and deep that she felt like she might shatter. All too soon, another orgasm flared to life inside her, lighting her up with fizzy sparks. She thrashed and writhed as he rode her mercilessly, driving the hot, throbbing pleasure erupting from her even higher. Even hotter. She was burning. Glowing and incandescent.
Javier Flores was going to leave her completely scorched, and she didn’t care.
She clenched around his cock, the fullness adding another layer to her orgasm, prolonging it. Stretching it out, wringing every last drop of white-hot pleasure from her.
“Gonna come,” he ground out, filling her one last time with a hard, deep thrust. His cock pulsed inside her, an almost violent jerking, as he let out a loud, rumbling groan. His chest heaving, he came down on top of her and kissed her, a slow, deep sweep of his tongue against hers. “Not done with you yet,” he murmured against her mouth, and something inside her eased, just a little.
She did
n’t want it to be over. The Aerin of tomorrow morning could deal with the aftermath. Right now, she was too drunk—on wine, on orgasms, on Javi’s addictive scent—to worry about anything.
Five
Sunlight sliced across Javi’s pillow, its orange glow lighting up the insides of his eyelids. A slight headache pounded behind his temples, and his pasty mouth tasted like stale whiskey. The jagged edges of a hangover clouded his senses, but there was a pleasant heaviness in his limbs. A satisfied, languorous feeling he would’ve been happy to bask in for a little while longer, but then he felt the sheets rustle, heard a sharp intake of breath and he peeled his eyes open.
Aerin Stone sat in bed beside him, the sheet clutched to her chest in a death grip, the knuckles of her hands white. She stared at him with wide, panicked eyes, her mouth a thin line.
Oh, fuck. He’d spent last night having the best sex of his life. With Aerin.
“Oh, shit,” he said, sitting up and tucking the sheet around his waist.
“Oh, shit,” she echoed back to him.
Her hair was a tangled mess around her face, her eye makeup nothing but dark smudges beneath her eyes. Seeing her looking so debauched made everything about last night came rushing back to him. He’d been just drunk enough to do something colossally stupid, like sleep with his nemesis, but not so drunk that he didn’t remember every single filthy second of it. The first round, when he’d made her come on his fingers, on his mouth. When she’d sucked him so hard and deep it had felt as though she were trying to pull his soul out of his body through his dick. The second round, when she’d woken him up with her fingers curled around his cock and then he’d hauled her up his body, settling her on his face so he could eat her slowly and deeply. After she’d come, she’d scurried back down his body and impaled herself on his aching dick, riding him hard and fast and dirty.
Beneath the covers, his cock stirred and he adjusted the thin sheet, trying to hide his growing erection. As if he hadn’t gotten his fill last night. Apparently certain parts of his body were slow learners.
