by Shayla Black
Oh, hell yes.
Against me, Bethany melts, tilting her head to admit me deeper. Groaning and greedy for more, I give her exactly what she silently begs me for.
Fuck, she smells so sultry and sugary sweet. She fits against me, every curve and swell, like she belongs here. She kisses like she’s hungry, and I’m her dessert. The way she tastes is something I’ve fantasized about a hundred times, but now that I know her shy, sweet-tart flavor? I’m going to crave it every time I don’t have my mouth on her.
The endless kiss goes on. Our tongues caress in a fevered frenzy. I get dizzy. She makes me sweat. Ache. Need. What little restraint I have goes up in flames.
A warning voice in my head reminds me that Bethany merely asked me to kiss her. I should probably leave it there until our situation is less complicated. But now that I’ve got my mouth and hands on her…I don’t have the will to stop.
“Beth, what do you want?”
“More,” she breathes.
Her reply goes straight to my dick.
Taking her face in my hands, I angle my mouth over hers again and sweep inside, plunging deeper. God, everything about her is flipping my switch in a way I’ve never felt. A week ago I would have said this woman wasn’t my type. Too quiet, too delicate, too controlled. Now? Every fantasy I’m having is about mussing her up and making her scream.
“Beth… Fuck, yes.” I pant as I drag my lips across her jaw to whisper against her ear. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you.”
A little smile curls the corners of her lips. “I wasn’t sure why you were staring. It unnerved me, so I looked past you.”
“All that made me do was want to look more.” I kiss her again because I can’t help it, but I nearly lose myself when I taste more of her sweetness. “You’re the reason I said no to Montana. Even when you were barely speaking to me, I wanted you. There was no way I could think of her. You crowded everyone else out.”
She looks stunned. “You said we were friends.”
“We were. And we are. But I’ve always wanted more.” I may have been dishonest about the reason I sought her out, but I can’t not be honest about that.
“Even though my life is such a mess?”
“You’re not the only one.”
“Does it bother you that you’re younger than me?”
Is she actually hung up on that? “Why should it?”
She considers that for a long moment. “You’re right. These days, my dad never seduces a female older than half his age. Why shouldn’t I be with whomever I want?”
“He can have all those girls.” I take her face in my hands. “I want a woman. I want you.”
When I lunge in and crush Bethany against me again, she meets me in a rough, breathless tangle of lips and arms. Beneath me, she unfurls, opening to me, luring me farther inside, sliding her tongue against mine. I’m kissing her as deeply as I can, but I still crave more.
I haven’t taken Bethany to bed yet, but I already know that one night with her isn’t going to be enough.
Admittedly, over the last decade, I’ve had a lot of sex with more than a few women, so I know my usual response to a hookup. This isn’t it. Hell, this doesn’t even feel sane. Right now, I’ll do anything to sate the gnawing need to sink inside Bethany and know what it feels like when she’s mine.
My hands wander down her back, molding to her sides, clutching her hips, before I cup her ass and lure her against me. Her snug denim is in my way, and I hope she lets me peel it off soon so I can feel the woman underneath. But I have to take this at her speed. As revved up as I am, she might not be ready for more than a blistering kiss or two. And maybe me going back to Ash’s place to take a long masturbatory shower to thoughts of Bethany would be for the best. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.
Suddenly, she tears her lips from mine, harsh breaths filling the air as she grabs the hem of my shirt and jerks it halfway up my torso. “Take it off.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
With one fist, I yank it from my body, then toss it across the room. With another, I grip her hair and angle her mouth beneath mine so I can kiss her deeply again.
Bethany moans and meets me halfway, her fingers digging into my shoulders. She kisses me back as if nothing in the world matters more to her right now than being with me.
I can’t keep my hands off her. They roam under her lacy tank, traversing the soft skin of her back. When I reach her bra strap, I want to pry it open so fucking bad. But I hesitate. Is she ready for this?
“Do it,” she whispers as she rains kisses on my neck.
“You’re sure?”
She cocks a brow. “Would you rather I keep it on?”
“Hell no. I want you totally bare. I want to see your breasts—touch them, suck them, torment them.” When a shiver wracks her body, I press on. “I want to watch you writhe for me, hear you scream for me.”
“Ambitious?” she pants.
“Confident.”
Bethany reacts like a woman who hasn’t been touched enough lately. Or maybe ever. Then again, when I’m with her, I feel as if I’m ravenous—and she’s my ideal banquet. Our electric, erotic chemistry is no joke. Whatever happens between us is going to be more than explosive.
With a shake of her head, she gives me a shove and peels off her delicate tank to reveal a lacy beige strapless bra. The swells of her breasts rising above her slender waist and her smooth, peachy skin have my eyes bulging and my mouth watering.
Yeah, the bra needs to go—now.
Clutching her hips, I drag her closer, my lips falling automatically to claim hers again as I wrench the hooks of her bra open. The second the garment is free, I toss it in the vague direction I lobbed my shirt. Then I press our chests together, bare skin to skin.
She gasps. “Clint…”
My palms roam the soft flesh of her back. Fuck, she feels like warm velvet. I’m dying to know the weight of her breasts in my palms, in my mouth.
“Yeah?” My voice sounds rough.
She looks into my eyes. “Are you going to do more than kiss me?”
Hell yeah, I am. “I would never keep a lady waiting.”
When she sends me a lazy-lidded smile, my heart chugs. Fuck, she’s sexy when she’s flirting with me. Bethany is usually so serious, so her little tease is a thrill.
Desperate now, I drag my lips down her neck and ease back onto my knees. The sofa isn’t going to work for what I have in mind, but I’ll worry about that in a minute. Right now, I’m fixated on her breasts.
Holy gorgeous nipples. I like boobs. No, I love boobs. They’re my thing on a woman. When I first meet an attractive female, I look at her eyes, glance at her mouth, then see what God or her plastic surgeon implanted inside her chest. It’s not very evolved, I know…but I’m a guy.
With Bethany, I’m perfectly happy with quality over quantity. I’ve seen better-endowed women topless, but her breasts might be the most beautiful, symmetrical pair I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Oh, sweetheart…” I cradle one in each hand.
At my touch, she jolts, and when I rake my thumbs across the tips, she inhales sharply.
I smile like the ravenous bastard I am. “Do you like your nipples sucked?”
“I guess.” She sounds breathless but hesitant. And slightly confused.
Does she not know the answer to my question? The possibility that every man she’s ever slept with has been a bumbling dipshit in bed weirdly thrills me. I love the idea of being the first to blow her doors off.
I can’t resist toying with her. “Is there any part you don’t you like?”
She bites her lip and wriggles as if she’s unnerved by the way I’m cupping her breasts and staring. “The part where they lick them like I’m a lollipop. Or when they blow on them. What is that?”
“Ineptitude. Let me try, Beth. If you don’t like it, stop me. In fact, any time I do something you don’t like, I expect you to let me know.”
The sideways glance she shoots me tells me she’s surprised. “And your ego won’t take a nose dive?”
“No. Every woman likes something different. That’s cool. I can adjust because I already know sex between us is going to be amazing. I want to make sure you find it amazing, too.”
Her body relaxes. “Okay.”
When I focus on her curves rather than the conversation, she tenses. I bet she’s expecting me to pounce on her tits, do something that doesn’t stimulate her, and ignore the rest of her until I decide to thrust and grunt and come.
Balancing my hands on the arm of the sofa, I lean in and brush a kiss against her lips. Instantly I realize I’m going to need another. But a second buss becomes a long melding of lips. After that, I have to taste her again, see if her flavor is really as addicting as I recall.
The second my tongue slides against hers, I know the answer is yes. I groan and lean in, kissing her in heated sweeps, searching every last corner of her for untapped flavor.
She clings to me, whimpering. I don’t know whether she’s conscious of her legs gently parting around me or not, but crouched in front of her, I sure as hell am.
Finally, I manage to break the spell of her kiss to trail my lips down her neck, licking and nibbling on the way. I nip at her collarbone, earning an excited little gasp. My thumb brushes one taut nipple before I lave my way down the swell of her breast, then lift her straining tip to my mouth.
I tease her with a hot exhalation before I close my lips around the point and kiss it softly. It beads tighter, the surrounding flesh crinkling and flushing darker. I smile.
“Like it so far?”
“Uh-huh.” Her reply is breathless.
“What else?”
“I’m anxious. Waiting. My stomach is in knots. My heart…”
“Is racing?”
She gives me a shaky nod. “The closer you come, the faster it gets.”
“Good.” I pet her, then press another kiss to the side of her breast. “Let’s try more.”
“Hurry.”
Her answering plea is a rushed breath that makes me grin. Holding her pleasure in my hands, suspending it for my own dirty thrill, makes sweat bead at my temples and my cock throb in need.
“Remember, tell me if you don’t like this…”
As aroused as she seems now, there’s almost zero chance of that. Vaguely, I wonder if her past lovers haven’t bothered much with foreplay or just didn’t care about her experience. Then the hard bead of her nipple is against my lips, and I don’t care about anything but pleasing her.
Slowly, I open my mouth and ease her breast inside. Her ragged inhalation as I close my lips around the hard crest and give it a gentle pull almost undoes me.
She gasps. Her entire back goes taut. Whether she means to or not, she thrusts her breasts toward me. “Yes…”
I moan in understanding, reveling when she closes her eyes and sinks into the moment.
Then I tug harder, the suction stretching her nipple against my tongue, pulling on it with friction.
Bethany braces her hands on my shoulders, her eyes flaring wide. “Oh!”
So she likes her nipples stimulated and she likes a little edge. We’re going to get along so, so well…
Lifting her free breast into my other hand, I pinch the hard point. “I don’t want this one to feel neglected.”
“N-no. Oh…yeah.” Her head falls back, over the arm of the sofa, and she reveals the vulnerable arch of her throat to me. She’s trembling and flushing—and she’s not doing a single thing to hide it.
God, her reactions are everything I could have wanted—visible, honest, and arousing as fuck.
I give the nipple in my mouth one last hard tug before I release the other from my grip, swirl my tongue around it, and watch her shudder.
She digs her fingers deeper into my flesh. “Clint…”
I give her taut crest a firm, almost savage pull before releasing her. “Something you want to say?”
She gives me a slow, dazed shake of her head. “Just…more.”
“Keep doing it? Or do it harder?” I coax. I think I know the answer, but I love the idea of her telling me exactly how to undo her carefully buttoned-up facade.
“Both,” she manages to whisper.
“Yeah?”
I nip one tip with my teeth and delight in her indrawn breath. Then I switch to the other, laving it in long, luxurious strokes, prepping and priming it until she’s squirming and arching her back in a silent plea.
“Hm-huh.” Her affirmative cry is almost incoherent because it’s damn near a wail.
Am I the first man to actually arouse her? The way she responds, as if she’s surprised by her body, suggests that’s the case.
This time, I don’t hold back. I give her tender breast a little squeeze, then lift it directly onto my tongue before I close around her. She pants. I take a long draw of her, one suckle after another. She writhes. I nip down with the edge of my teeth. She keens, parts her legs wider, and wraps her hands around my neck to force me closer.
“You’re so sexy,” I mutter against her flesh. “I want to do this to you half the night. I want to see how swollen and hard I can make your nipples. Then I want to use my fingers and tongue to find out just how wet I make your pussy.”
“I’m already drenched,” she admits. “I’m aching.”
“Good.” I keep thumbing her nipples, alternately gliding and pinching. “You ever felt this aroused while your pants were still on?”
She blinks at me, mossy eyes bright, wide, and hazy. “I’ve never felt like this at all.”
Is she actually admitting she’s never, ever been aroused?
Holy shit. That’s terrible…and yet it turns me on like nothing else.
I brush away a strand of hair clinging to her lips, then kiss her rosy mouth, tasting her sweetness even as I keep toying with the taut peaks of her breasts.
“Still want me to give you more?”
Bethany hesitates for a mere instant. “I don’t know whether I’ll go up in flames or just explode, but…don’t stop.”
“Good. I wasn’t planning to.”
The second my words are out, Bethany surges up, collides into me, then tumbles me onto my back before straddling me. Her lips burn across mine with feverish need. Mashing her breasts against my chest, she sighs into me as her fingers walk across my skin, exploring with inquisitive brushes here, a teasing drag of her fingernails there. “I can’t seem to get close enough to you.”
Shuddering, I caress my way down the sleek line of her spine. “I can’t get close enough, either.”
Bethany sits up and slides her way down my body until her ass is perched on my thighs. I gotta say, the view is spectacular. Plush pink breasts sit high above her narrow rib cage and the long, lean line of her torso. Her cute little belly button peeks above the waistband of her jeans that cling to every dip and curve.
But she doesn’t notice my perusal. She’s too busy gaping at me. “How much time do you spend in the gym? I thought abs like these were for celebrities and bodybuilders.”
I laugh. But before I can answer, her finger traces the line bisecting my abdominals from stern to naval. Her jolt of a touch makes my flesh quiver with electricity.
My breaths pick up speed when her fingers wander south of my waistband. Slowly, she drags one curious finger past the button fastening my jeans, then down to my fly, until she’s tracing the ridge of my aching cock.
I buck as if she burned me. I’m so aroused that my skin feels as if it’s on fire. How can she undo me with one itty-bitty touch? “Fuck…”
“Do you want to?”
When she drags her finger back up my engorged shaft, I can’t follow her question. “Want to what?”
“Fuck.” She bites her lip, and I can tell she’s nervous. “Me, I mean.”
Does she think there’s any way at all this doesn’t end with me on top of her, plowing deep inside her, making her feel every inch of me?
I
grab her wrist to stop her wandering fingers. “Oh, yeah. I want you naked, panting, and wailing for me.”
With a shaking breath, she wrenches free and attacks my fly, practically tearing away my button and clawing at my zipper.
After my last trip to the gym, I wore my spare pair of clean underwear, so once she yanks my fly open, my bare cock all but springs into her eager hands.
The feel of her fingers wrapping around me is mind-bending, spine-melting. Incredible. “Oh, my god…”
She strokes every bit of my length she can reach, fingertips skimming the sensitive head. A tremor quakes me. I know it’s been a long while since I had sex, but even after my longest dry spell, the sensations were never this intense.
“What are you doing to me?” I groan.
“Trying to make you feel good.”
“You’re succeeding.”
Bethany’s fingertips dance up my cock again as she gives me a bad-girl grin that makes me shiver.
Shit, no matter how much I’d love to let her have her way with me, I have to take control of the situation. I can’t think of another time or another woman who’s undone me so thoroughly and so easily. It’s a little terrifying.
Gathering my resolve, I wrap my arms around her and haul her closer.
She yelps in surprise, wrapping her arms and legs around me as I stand. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you someplace more comfortable, where I can spread you out and fuck you.” I flip off the light by the sofa and make my way to the bed. “Lose the pants.”
She licks her lips nervously. “And the underwear?”
I send her a wolfish smile as I kick off my shoes and jeans. “Leave those to me.”
With a shaky bob of her head, she complies while I fish a condom from my pocket. I only have two. Damn it.
I forget my problem as I watch her shimmy out of her denim. I’ve seen those sleek thighs in shorts, and the sight is mighty nice. But getting to view the whole package almost fully unwrapped? I swallow. Stare. She’s even hotter than I thought.
And her strappy, pale-pink panties are nothing short of a visual sin. Two sets of thin straps crisscrossing under her naval reveal tantalizing glimpses of her flat abdomen. Under those little bands of silk, the garment plunges to a lacy vee, intersecting just above her pussy to—barely—cover the essentials.
