Take Me

by Olivia Cunning

  rhythmic caresses against her throbbing nipples, not the less sensitive sides of her breasts. Jacob moved down to rub his sensual sucking lips against the tops of her breasts. His thumbs shifted closer to her nipples, still stroking back and forth, still making her acutely aware of how hard her nipples were. She could probably cut diamonds with those things.

  “Jacob, please.”

  “Please, what?” he said against her breastbone.

  “My nipples.”

  “Are beautiful,” he said.

  His hands shifted beneath her breasts, lifting them, pressing them closer together. His thumbs stroked the inner, under-curves of the over-sensitized mounds of flesh, and his tongue darted in and out between them. Impossibly, her nipples hardened even further. Her womb clenched. Oh God, if he’d just brush one peak at this point, she’d explode.

  Still holding her breasts together, now massaging just beneath her straining nipples with both thumbs, Jacob moved his mouth to her belly. She moaned in protest.

  “Please, Jacob.”

  “Please, what?”

  “My nipples are driving me insane.”

  “That’s nice.” He rubbed his lips over every inch of her stomach between her ribs and her navel. When he started nibbling just beneath her belly button, she moaned. Her fingers dug into his scalp, and she pushed down. Go down, Jacob. Down. His thumbs brushed over the peaks of both breasts, and her back arched. She tried to tug his head up. Come up, Jacob. Up. Up or down, she didn’t care, as long as he stopped making her crazy with need and gave her aching, throbbing parts some relief.

  He continued lower, and her hands slipped from his head. She clung to the sofa cushions to keep herself from plucking desperately at her nipples. Jacob spread her legs wide and sucked on the insides of her thighs. She became delirious, her hips rocking involuntarily, her head tossing back and forth, a constant stream of moans and groans erupting from her parted lips. Jacob’s tongue traced chaotic patterns inches from her swollen pussy. Sweet, torturous agony. She’d never needed to be fucked so badly in her life.

  His tongue brushed her clit. She jerked, her butt rising off the sofa to angle herself for easy penetration. He licked the center of her sopping wet seam. One long continuous brush of his tongue. Oh God, finally, yes. Amanda shuddered hard, seeking orgasm, so close, so close. If he would just … His mouth moved to the shaved area of her mound, right next to the narrow strip of hair at the middle. He suckled and nibbled either side, drawing her attention to the wet, achy center of her body.

  “Jacob, please.”

  “Are your nipples still driving you insane?”

  “No, yes. Please. Just . . . ”

  His tongue brushed her clit, and her pussy clenched hard.

  “Yes, that. Don’t stop.”

  “Oh. I thought you were ready for me.”

  She could hear the teasing in his voice and wanted to slap him in frustration. Unfortunately, her mind seemed incapable of controlling her body at the moment.

  “I’ll keep going then,” he said.

  Jacob sucked one of her outer lips into his mouth. Pleasuring it with nibbles and licks and suction until Amanda’s pussy was clenching rhythmically with the tease of an orgasm that just would not come.

  Jacob’s hand moved from her breast; she heard the slide of a wooden drawer. Both of his hands were off of her now. The rustle of a wrapper reached her ears. He pulled his mouth free to suck a breath through his teeth. “Fuck, I’m hard for you.”

  He shifted up the sofa, settling his hips between her thighs. His knee slipped under one side of her ass, lifting her at an angle. He had the other foot on the floor for leverage. Entranced, she stared at him as he grabbed his cock in one hand, opened her pussy wide with the other and then slipped inside her. She exploded instantly, her body jerking with hard spasms of dizzying release. She screamed his name, hands reaching for him desperately but unable to find him.

  “You really were ready for me,” he said, shifting his leg out from under her now so he could thrust more easily.

  All the things he’d denied her before, he gave her. He leaned over her to suck her nipples, filled her deeply, rubbed against her clit with each deep churning stroke. She sobbed as her body fought to find a second release. One hadn’t been enough to break all the tension he’d created in her body.

  “Shh,” Jacob whispered. His tongue flicked her nipple. “I won’t leave you like this.”

  He rose up and leaned back, his balls bumping her ass with each deep thrust. He moved his hand to her clit and tapped it with two fingers, before rubbing in deep, massaging circles and then tapping it again. He was playing her body like an instrument, and he knew exactly how to get the most sound of her. When she attained her peak again, he pinched her nipple with a harsh twist, adding to the hard, rhythmic pulsations gripping her womb, making her pussy clench his pounding cock as if trying to suck it dry. Pleasure, unlike anything in her experience, ripped through her.

  “Fuck yes, Jacob. Yes!”

  “That’s it, Amanda. Come hard. Come so fucking hard.”

  She had no choice but to obey and when her body decided it had had enough, she collapsed into a trembling mass of boneless flesh on the sofa.

  “Dear God, dear God,” she said between gasps. Her body, every part, quaked. She tried to open her eyes to look at the man responsible for her absolute rapture, but couldn’t get her eyelids to function properly. She hadn’t known it was possible to come that hard.

  He pulled out and sat at the far end of the sofa.

  What? “Aren’t you going to finish?” she said. Her voice was slurred, as if she’d had one too many margaritas.

  “I think I’m ready for a dip in the hot tub. Care to join me?”

  “Does a pig’s orgasm last thirty minutes?” She was pretty sure she’d just topped that.

  His eyebrows drew together. “Um, yes?”

  She smiled. “Yes.”

  Chapter 7How had this happened?

  Shade sat in the steamy water of the hot tub, his delighted cock buried deep in Amanda’s warmth. Facing his, her exhausted body rested against his chest, her head against his shoulder. He hadn’t still come—not for lack of pleasure. Shade wasn’t ready for this to end yet, so he relished the stall of his release. That meant he got to enjoy being inside Amanda all that much longer. But he was starting to worry that she was going to go into a coma. She’d been riding him with the determination of a second-place racehorse for well over fifteen minutes.

  “Why haven’t you come yet?” she whispered. “I can’t move anymore.”

  “It’s always like that for me. My first orgasm comes easy. The next one always takes forever. That’s why I was trying to finish watching that movie. I figured you’d need to conserve your energy.”

  “Well, I’m glad I interrupted your plans.” He couldn’t see her face, but he could hear the smile in her voice. “God, you made me come hard.”

  “No need to call me God,” he teased.

  He lifted a hand out of the water to stroke her hair, which was wet at the ends and sticking to her bare shoulders.

  “My body disagrees.”

  “Don’t wear yourself out. Relax for a little while.” He kissed the top of her head, confused by the tender feelings she evoked in him. It wasn’t that he never had feelings for a woman. Tenderness wasn’t usually one of them.

  “Don’t you have a concert tomorrow night?” she asked.

  “Yeah. In San Antonio.”

  “Then you’re the one who needs to conserve your strength.”

  “It doesn’t take too much energy to—what did you say I did?—strut around on stage for an hour.”

  She laughed. “I was just poking at you.”

  He shifted his hips to burrow deeper into her silky heat. “And now I’m poking at you.”

  She laughed again and hugged him. “You can poke at me all you want, Mr. Silverton.”

  “It’s a good thing you have summers off then.”

  Sh
e shifted away to look at him with wide eyes, and he realized he’d allowed himself to get too comfortable. After tonight he wouldn’t be poking her at all. Why had he brought up the summer?

  “Uh…” How in hell was he going to cover up that slip?

  She collapsed against him again. “Not nice to joke about things like that, Mr. Silverton. My vagina has just found a new best friend. Don’t give her false hope that she’s going to get to hang out with him all summer when you know damned well she’ll be flying solo.”

  Shade chuckled and gave her a squeeze. She’d let him off the hook so easily, which he appreciated, but part of him wanted her to demand he hang out with her all summer even if she kept her vagina to herself. “I have never met a woman like you, Amanda Lange.”

  “I don’t believe that. I’m sure lots of vaginas consider your cock their best friend.”

  “Maybe, but they wouldn’t crack corny jokes about it.”

  She shifted back to sit on his thighs and looked him in the eyes. “This isn’t good pillow talk, is it? Very unsexy. Sorry.”

  “There isn’t a pillow in sight,” he said. “And even if you weren’t the sexiest woman who has ever been in my hot tub, I’d still enjoy your company.”

  “Puh-lease,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I saw that woman who was waiting for you when we arrived. She was gorgeous. And she had enormous boobs.” Amanda held both hands in front of her chest, approximating the size of Veronica’s double D’s.

  He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her down on his cock. “And yet you’re here, and she’s not.”

  “Which makes me think it’s all about conquest for you.”

  He laughed until he was blinking tears out of his eyes and holding the stich in his side. “If I’m the one being hunted, then I guess that’s the case.”

  He didn’t have to chase women, they always chased him. And he didn’t mind it one bit.

  “Maybe I should have posed more of a challenge and played hard to get.”

  Seeing as she was currently sitting naked in a hot tub with him, impaled by his cock, it was too late for that. And he didn’t need the game, but he had to admit he’d wanted her for so long that having her was far more thrilling than his usual hook-ups.

  Shade shifted forward so he could steal a kiss. “I waited for you long enough.”

  “Five minutes? Or was it ten? Must be a new record for you. Would you prefer a medal or a trophy for your achievement—Jacob’s Longest Seduction?”

  He chuckled again. “Stop making me laugh so much. I’m getting a stomach ache.”

  “If I had the strength, I’d find myself otherwise occupied, but my legs refuse to move. My mouth seems to be working just fine though. If I had gills, I could go down on you.”

  If she didn’t get serious, he was going laugh until he hurt something. Time to take matters into his own hands. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled so that she was the one sitting and he was between her legs, kneeling on the floor of the hot tub.

  “I did wait for you long enough,” he said, beginning to thrust into and withdraw slowly from her body. “I’ve wanted you since the first time you made me spew iced tea out my nose.”

  She gave him a look that called him on his bullshit—eyes lifting skyward, lips pursed, head shaking.

  “Whatever. The last thing on your mind was me that night. Tina was not too happy with you for getting tea on her wedding gown. You spent the next hour promising her you’d make it up to her during the honeymoon.”

  “That’s because she lacks what you have.”

  Amanda looked perplexed. Her brows drew together as if she were trying to solve a complex problem. Shade had married what most people considered the prettier, more fashionable, trophy sister. Tina looked good—he couldn’t deny that—but she had the personality of a cactus.

  “A job?” Amanda said finally.

  He chuckled. He felt Tina’s entitlement in his wallet every month. “Well, there is that. But I meant a sense of humor.”

  “Oh.” She lifted a wary eyebrow. “Yeah, that has the guys beating down my door.”

  He imagined it did. He wanted to beat her door down. Since he couldn’t tell her that, he’d have to show her with physical attention.

  Shade took her slowly, lost in her pretty green eyes as she accepted him. And not only with her body. She accepted all of him. Even the parts he tried to conceal. The parts he didn’t share with anyone while he fucked them. He should probably be more careful—he didn’t want either of them to get the wrong idea—but for a few moments, he let himself feel more than her body. He let himself feel her on a much deeper level.

  He knew Amanda was exhausted, so he tried to hurry. Watching her blissful expression as his pumping hips brought her closer and closer to orgasm aided his own search for release. Her hands roamed his back, his chest, his shoulders and his arms as if she were committing his body to memory.

  When she squeezed his ass in both hands, urging him to take her faster, he complied, allowing her to drive his rhythm. He couldn’t look away from her eyes as the urgency overwhelmed him and he sought release with rapid, shallow strokes. The angle of her hips worked his cockhead inside her so perfectly that he couldn’t concentrate on anything but coming. Coming inside her while locked in her gaze.

  His orgasm took him by surprise. He tried thrusting deep and holding still so he could regain his control, but it was too late. Hard spasms of pleasure pulsed through the base of his cock, driving him beyond the brink of restraint. He ground his hips against her, hoping she’d join him in bliss. He’d been so wrapped up in her gaze that he’d ignored her body. He ground into her again, not certain he was even stimulating her clit. Come on, baby. Let go now. As if she’d heard his instruction, her back arched, slapping her belly against his as she cried out. For a second he thought she was faking an orgasm, which was about the biggest insult she could have given him, but he felt her pussy clench around him in hard spasms, drawing out his orgasm as she took hers.

  Spent and content, Shade collapsed against the back of the hot tub, still breathing hard. He slipped the condom from his cock and tossed it over the side of the tub. After a moment, he spotted the wine in the Styrofoam cooler of melting ice and grabbed the bottle to take a swig. Amanda was slumped sideways against the side of the tub, barely keeping her head above the roiling water.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Hot.”

  “It is pretty warm in here,” he agreed.

  “You. You’re hot.”

  He reached for her and tugged her around the slippery seat until she was beside him. They might only get to be intimate like this for one night, so he was going to take full advantage of their naked time together. “Have some wine.”

  Her arm was shaking when she reached for the bottle.

  “Sure you’re okay?” he asked “You’re shaking.”

  “Just exhausted. I should have started training for this months ago.”

  He chuckled and helped her lift the bottle of wine to her lips. She took one swallow before pulling the bottle away and collapsing against the back of the tub with her eyes closed.

  He set the wine on the deck behind the tub and wrapped an arm around her. His lips brushed her forehead. “Do you want to take a little nap?”

  “Mmm hmm,” she murmured, leaning into him.

  “You’ll need to recover some strength. I last even longer the third time.”

  Her eyes popped open. “Third time?”

  And she’d acted as if three erections wouldn’t be enough for her.

  He grinned. “The night is young. I might be able to pull off four if you’re lucky.”

  “Dear lord. If I didn’t thoroughly enjoy every minute with you, I’d put my pussy on strike.”

  He chuckled. Most women couldn’t keep up with his libido, but that didn’t mean he was going to take it easy on her. She was his for the night. The entire night.

  Amanda was quiet for so long that he thought she’d fallen
asleep. “How did your band come up with the name Sole Regret?” she asked. “Is there a meaning behind it?”

  He wondered where that question had come from. “Yeah, but it’s a secret. We all promised to keep it to the grave.”

  “Sounds extreme.”