by Murphy,Misti
“A slim waist.” His hand slides down over my belly to grasp my hip. “Curves that flair out in a way that makes me want to hang onto them to pull you against me. The bright flash of your bikini bottom that disappears between your thighs.”
My insides clench, every cell in my body alert in anticipation of where he’ll touch next. “Go on.”
“Nah.” He shakes his head, his eyes crinkling with his smile. “The next move is up to you.”
Oh crap. I’d forgotten why I’d gotten in the pool with him. This whole idea of my getting naked is crazy.
I must shiver, because he takes my hand and squeezes it. “The worst thing that can happen is I’ll see your tits, maybe get a glimpse of what’s between your legs. Remember, I’ve see that, been up close and personal, buried my tongue in you.”
A quick flinch as memories both erotic and awkward flood me, then I take a deep breath and resolve myself to this course of action. “Turn around.”
His brow scrunches, but he does it, and I feel a little silly for asking him to since in mere moments he’ll be seeing me anyway. My pulse picks up, and with fumbling fingers I try to work the knot in the strings of my top.
But what if he laughs at me? What if this is some cruel joke? Or what if he wants to take things further, and he sees how inexperienced I am? What if he storms out because I’m not what he expects me to be? The strings finally come free and I tug the straps down and throw my top at the side of the pool. I’m panting now, but I’m doing this. For some reason it feels important that I be stubborn about this.
“Were you always so uncomfortable with yourself?” he asks. “Or did something happen to make you feel this way? Was it your drummer boy? Did something happen there that changed your perception of you? I don’t understand how you had a fling with a complete stranger when you can barely deal with getting naked.”
“I’ve always had these quirks.” I inch my bikini bottom down. “And he wasn’t my drummer. I told you that. I’ve never gotten naked with someone who hasn’t meant something to me.”
“So the thing that happened to make you hate people like me, didn’t happen to you?”
“It did and it didn’t.” I toss the bottoms onto the tiles too and take a deep breath. “You can turn around.”
Moving quietly, he shifts to face me. He keeps his gaze trained on my eyes, and I wait for the moment it slips lower, but it doesn’t come. And neither does the flash of heat that usually accompanies such uncomfortable situations. “Well, are you going to look?”
“Who did it happen to?”
“M-my sister.” His question throws me. Even though we were already having this conversation I’d expected it to end when he turned around. I’d figured he’d be too busy assessing my body while I freaked out on the inside. “Adelaide had a fling with a drummer. I don’t know from what band. One that was touring. She thought it was love, but it wasn’t. She made mistakes.” My heart cracks, and there’s a familiar burn behind my eyes. The ache never fully goes away. I’ve come to accept that. “She got pregnant, and he disappeared. Well, not technically since he’s apparently famous, but he disappeared from her life.”
“That fucking sucks.” The violet of his eyes gets stormy, his jaw hard as though he’s angry for me, with me about what happened, even without knowing the full story. Without knowing that she’d written the guy to tell him about his daughter and the only reply had been a warning that if she chose to pursue the “matter” she would have to do it through the courts and he’d fight her every step of the way.
“I’m so sorry your sister had to deal with a prick like that.” The lines around his mouth deepen. His indignation and concern without knowing that we’d lost Adelaide as well, without understanding that the identity of Sarah’s father is a secret Adelaide took with her is touching.
I try to remember Rush is that type of man too, but it doesn’t wash with what I know of him. Of the type of men he and his brothers were raised to be. “It does. So much.”
“I’m not like that,” he says as if reading my mind. “I could never do that. I don’t understand assholes who toy with women’s emotions, who would bail on their own kid.”
“No, you’re not like that.” I tentatively touch his arm. “I’m sorry about what I said about you being like that. I know better now.”
He stares at me for a long minute with curiosity, and then as if he’s drawn some conclusion he says, “Perhaps we ought to get out of the pool. I’ll let you go first, let you get dressed.”
It feels as though we’ve come to this new understanding of each other, and then suddenly he’s the one who’s awkward and shutting me out. “Why?”
Chapter Eighteen
Rush
She’s almost exactly where I’ve wanted her for the past three weeks. Right in front of me, unabashed and comfortable enough that if I reached for her I don’t think she’d push me away. I fight my own instinct to glance down at her naked form, struggle with the fact that knowing she is has me hard. That her hand on my arm feels more like an invitation than she probably means it to, considering the conversation we’re having.
I’m almost relieved that it wasn’t her who got messed around by that jerk, but that it happened to her sister isn’t any better. Is Sarah the baby that resulted from the situation?
Funny, I’ve never heard her talk to Adelaide for all those phone calls she makes. I want to ask her, but when I said I would never mess anyone around like that, my mind went to Mace and Chelsea. Dating her wasn’t the same thing, and yet I’d been an asshole, playing with my brother’s life, her emotions. I could never treat anyone like that, but I have, haven’t I? And I get the impression that I might be about to do so again if I don’t stop this moment with Maxi, because she isn’t the kind of girl to jump at what I want.
“Rush?” She’s still waiting for me to tell her why I’m asking her to get out of the pool.
“Because you’re naked, and sooner or later I am going to look down. And then I’ll want to touch you, to watch your face twist in pleasure when I use my fingers on you. I’m hard from the thought of it. After my fingers I’ll want to get my mouth on you, and then I’ll want to go further. Much further.” I wade around her, so I don’t follow through on what I’m saying.
“Maybe I want you to,” she whispers, almost so quiet and strained I’m not sure I’m meant to hear, but her words ring clear as a bell in my head.
Fuck. Gritting my teeth, I combat the instinct to turn around and crush her to me. “Off record. This isn’t for your article, but I fucked up once. It wasn’t like what happened to your sister, but it was screwed up, and I hurt people I care about. I like you, but I’m not interested in anything more than a good time.”
“You think I’m going to fall in love with you or something?” She laughs. “You think you’re going to what? Hurt me? Leave my heart broken in tiny pieces? I’m a lot of things; insecure, an over thinker, a prude, but I’m not an idiot. You’re not the type of guy I could ever have those kinds of feelings for. You’re still so full of yourself.”
Damn, that attitude, that ease with which she scoffs at me has me turning around. Even if I couldn’t be certain she meant every word she said, I’m still not sure I would be able to help myself. This time I let my gaze wander over her, eat up the details that I’ve only cobbled together from the teases I’ve had up to this point.
Dusky pink nipples, the same color as her lips and her pussy, become rock hard points under my attention. Her skin flushes, and her breath hitches, her fingers making lazy circles in the water with the need to stay busy, but she doesn’t avoid me.
There’s a definite something about her that makes her beautiful in a way other women aren’t. I struggle to work out what it is that drew me to her from our first meeting, still draws me to her. “Do you have any inkling how gorgeous you are? How sexy?”
“You don’t need to compliment me.” This time she turns her head to the side. “I’m just me.”
“Exactly.”
I trail my wet fingers along her jaw, bringing her gaze back to mine. “You’re you, not trying to be anything different, or better, or more professional, or more straight-laced. Unveiled, with nothing to hide behind, and not worrying about what I think of you. You’re beautiful.”
“You had to say that, didn’t you? You had to put this whole thing into perspective.” She lifts an eyebrow and crosses her hands over her breasts, blocking my view. “I don’t understand why I’m not freaking out right now.”
I’m not entirely sure either. I never actually expected her to take me up on my challenge. I thought she would go back to hiding, honestly. Maybe we can find a way to get around what bothers her so much. I hope so, otherwise it’s going to be a long five weeks. “Bet it feels good.”
She lifts her shoulders, dipping her chin, but a mischievous smile curves her cheeks. “M-maybe you should fuck me.”
Again she astounds me. Here I am trying to be as nice as I fucking can be given the situation and she’s making jokes that have my dick doing its own magic trick. And how am I supposed to work out whether she actually means it? It’s not the first time she’s said it, and last time ended with her being unable to face me for days. Normally not an issue, yet the idea of having to deal with a ghost living in my house after the fact is enough to keep me from swooping in on her. “Don’t say things like that to be a tease. A man like me might actually take you up on them.”
Spine straightening, her voice drops lower, sultry as she lets her hands fall to her sides again. “So take me up on it.”
I lunge at her, grasping her arms and tugging her flush up against me. Only the thin cotton of my boxer briefs between us, I tangle one hand in the hair at the back of her head and thrust my tongue into her mouth. Who the hell am I to say no to such a sexy invitation? A smug sense of satisfaction leaps in my chest, tinged by the slight racing of my pulse while our lips move together.
“This is what you want? Because if you say yes, I’m going to have you right here, right now. I’m going to push you up against the edge of the pool and make you cum on my fingers, and then I’m going to plunge my cock deep in you. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“Yes.” Her fingers bite into my shoulders, her chest rising and falling in concert with mine. “That’s what I want.”
Adrenaline, I’m used to. My pulse racing with excitement when I rock up on stage in front of a crowd is normal, but this doesn’t feel normal. I always get everything I want. It’s all right in front of me to take however I choose. Maxi wasn’t that hard to crack in the end after all. So why does this feel more like I’m about to have a heart attack or a stroke than victory?
Continuing to kiss her, I tug her head back so I can graze my teeth over the tight skin at her throat. She swallows hard against my lips and lets out a soft whimper.
Moving backwards in the water, I push her up against the edge. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you, little nun. I fantasize about getting you on my cock.”
Pupils dilating, her lids get heavy as I stroke her thigh. Arousal flushes her cheeks, and she glances into the water to see where I’m touching her. She’s this contradictive, magical thing. So fucking pristine and so primal all at once. It makes me feral with desire. It makes me want to ram into her hard, over and over until she’s screaming for me. Until my cock explodes from how good it feels to defile her.
“Feel how hard I am. How much I want to plunge into you.” With a groan, I place her hand over the bulge in my shorts while I bend to kiss the curve of one tit above the water line, and feel her shiver with pleasure. Now this is satisfaction. It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed a woman the way I plan on enjoying her. Taking one of those tight peaks into my mouth I scrape my teeth over it to see if she’ll cry out.
“Rush,” she breathes, her back arching to push her breast more firmly to my mouth as she squeezes my cock. It twitches in her hand, and I scoop her up while she winds a leg around my hip.
I trail my fingers from her hair, down the bumps of her spine to grasp her ass while I suck on that sweet fucking point. Taking my time, I lick and suck at her breasts until she’s writhing in my arms, her body begging for more, her breath coming in pants and whimpers of ecstasy.
Only then do I brush my fingers along the line of her pussy, and play with her clit, rolling my thumb over the sensitive nerves until she bucks to my hand. I plunge one finger inside her, feel the heat of her clamp around me. She’s so fucking sensitive, so wrapped up in what I’m doing to her while I stroke those spots I want enveloped around my cock.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Adding another finger, I curl them, moving in and out of her with a steady pace. She’s so hot, so needy. Grinding into my palm, her body sucks my fingers into her, greedy for the pleasure she’s taking from me. I feel it when she orgasms, her cries filling my ears, her inner muscles clamping around my fingers as though trying to pull me deeper still.
Setting her down on the edge of the pool, I lift myself up beside her. Then I pull her with me to one of the reclining deckchairs in front of the glass wall that gives an intimate view of a small hidden courtyard surrounded by a greenery covered bamboo privacy screen. Dropping my wet boxer-briefs, I scoop up my gym shorts from the floor and pull out the condom I have in my pocket.
It’s wasn’t meant to be presumptive, but more positive thinking, and preparedness, and since she’d admitted she’d wanted me the night of the Tylenol incident I’d taken to having one on me whenever I wear pants. Thank fuck, or I’d have to get her upstairs before I could sink into her, and I don’t want to wait.
Laying back on the deck chair, I tear open the packet and unfurl the condom over my cock, before tugging her onto my lap. “Straddle me.”
She lowers herself down timidly, her knees on either side of my hips, and pulls her bottom lip into her mouth. So prim, so unsure of herself. There’s no way she’s had sex more than a few times, no way she’s been fucked properly and thoroughly. Otherwise she’d be less nervous, wouldn’t she?
Gripping her waist, I position her over me while I take my time kissing her, rocking that wet fucking slit along my erection until she’s back in the moment, back to wanting me inside her. With each rock of her hips, the crown of my cock finds her entrance, the tight heat of her wanting to suck me in. It’s pleasure and pain, so close to having her, and yet taking my time. I tease her until I can’t stand it any longer.
Pulling her hips down, I arch up and plunge into her, until I’m as deep as I can get.
She gives a warbled cry, a hissing intake of breath, while a flash of shock and pain registers in her eyes.
“Holy shit.”
My heart fucking spasms. The last thing I want to do is cause her pain. I might fuck like I don’t give a shit about anything but getting off, but that doesn’t mean I want to hurt her.
“Maxi?”
“You’re big.” She gasps. “I mean I saw it. I knew it wasn’t small, but it feels enormous inside me.” Then she clamps her lips shut, and I wonder what else she was going to say, despite the fact I don’t know how my brain is still fucking working when she’s so tight, so hot, and her inner walls are compressing my cock.
“Want to stop?” Fucking hell, please don’t say yes. I’m on edge, gritting my teeth, waiting for her to answer. What the hell kind of men has she slept with that I managed to hurt her? It’s not like I’m donkey dick; I’m fucking proportional to my height, for heaven’s sake.
She moves ever so slightly and the friction is insane. A blast of sensation courses through me from the head of my cock to my balls. One palm and then the other land on my chest, her gaze firmly holding mine as she lifts herself up and down on me inch by torturous inch. “Don’t stop.”
Except I’m not doing anything, other than watching her. She’s intense, stunning, while she gives into the sensation of riding me. Her lips part and her eyelids fall to half-mast as she lets out a low moan.
“Damn, little nun, you
’re so fucking sweet on my cock.”
Gripping her hips, I take over, lengthening my strokes until she’s taking me all the way in, her pussy gripping me each time I lift her up and pull her back down. Over and over, until she cries out. Her skin flushes, and her eyes fall all the way shut as she lets out a strained whisper, “I think I’m going to orgasm. I’m so close.”
I thrust into her harder, rocking her forward each time so her clit drags at the base. “Then cum on me. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock while you get off on riding me.”
She gurgles this little umph between cries. Her breath is coming harder and harder as pleasure builds to orgasm. Lips parted, she makes these shrill noises as her face tenses and then relaxes. I can feel the ripples of her climax around my dick, the tight grip she has on me as her inner walls try to milk me. I don’t think I’ve ever watched a woman get off, like really watched and payed attention.
“Damn, you’re sexy.” Sitting up as she loses rhythm, I crush her to me. I’m still fucking hard inside her. Still wanting to slam into her to find my own release, but for a minute it’s all about her. So I pull out of her and nibble on those juicy lips I can’t stop wanting to taste while I stroke my hand down her back.
Chapter Nineteen
Maxi
As soon as I’ve got my breath back, Rush stands me up, yanks the condom off and discards it in a nearby trash can. Then he grasps my hand and drags me upstairs.
“What are we doing?” I try to pull my hand from his. Honestly, now that the glow of one hell of an orgasm is wearing off all I can think about is the stupid babble that had come out of my mouth when he impaled himself in me. Enormous? Way to go and inflate the man’s already over inflated ego. But it had taken me by surprise, and for one second I thought he was going to ask me if I was, make that had been, a virgin. And I’m a terrible liar; I wouldn’t have been able to hide it.