Summer Spice

by Kris Pearson

“Dragon Lady, you’re such a turn-on.” He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, smiling when she gave a long luxurious sigh. “Twice as beautiful as I imagined.” His voice was barely more than a whisper, and Mei bent toward him expecting a kiss, but Ollie pulled her higher so he could smooth his face over her breasts, sucking and biting at each of her nipples until they stood as firm as acorns and she was writhing with pleasure against his hardness. Then, as he held her steady, he pulled her higher still and slid down the bed beneath her.

  Mei gasped as his tongue explored, delving into her folds until he found her plumped-up clit. So good, so good. Heat rocketed to every corner of her body and she instinctively tried to lift away from the intensity of it.

  “No escape,” he growled against her, licking lower so his amazing tongue slid right inside her and then out again, travelling all the way back up, trailing slippery ecstasy along the whole route.

  “Oliver,” she grated, looking down into his eyes. Very amused eyes, if she wasn’t mistaken.

  “No struggling, okay? There’s no escape from the big bad wolf. He wants to eat you all up, little girl.” She saw a brief flash of teeth as he grinned in the shadow between her legs. “Very naughty little girl. Hiding away from me all these years.”

  Mei groaned and closed her eyes. She could smell herself. Warm and aroused. Did he mind? Did he like her scent?

  “Are you going to hold still for me?” The tip of his tongue gave her clit another treat.

  “Yes,” she gulped, twitching. She opened her eyes again.

  “Nice?” he asked, doing it again.

  “More than nice.” He had to know he was driving her mad.

  “Grab my shoulders. Or the end of the bed.”

  “Why?” She chose his shoulders.

  “Because then I can use these on you, too.” He smoothed his fingers down over her hips, parted her with both thumbs, and staring avidly at what he’d uncovered. “And there she is. Total magic.”

  Mei trembled. The room was bright with late afternoon light because they’d been in such a hurry they hadn’t closed the blind. Ollie was still in many ways a stranger. And he was looking at her there? Touching her there? Kissing her there?

  Oh yes, definitely kissing her, because his lips had settled right over her aroused and exposed clit in a gentle sucking caress. She stifled most of a moan, but saw his eyes flicker with heat as his tongue slid out and added another slippery lick.

  He pulled back a fraction to ask, “How long does it take you to come?”

  “Depends,” she croaked. “Pretty fast with more of that.”

  He took the hint and sucked her again. Licked her again. Sucked her again.

  “Oliverrrr…” Her thighs trembled. Her toes curled.

  This time he pushed his tongue right inside before slowly withdrawing it.

  “Making me so wet,” she protested.

  “Mmm-hmm…”

  She felt him smile, and then something a lot longer and firmer than his tongue invaded her. One finger or two? Surely it had to be two. He had huge hands with long clever fingers, and that was a snug fit. And, oh God, now he’d twisted them around and was pressing up to what surely must be her G-spot while he licked and sucked her some more. She trembled as everything inside went hot and tight and tense and just so ready.

  Sliding her hands off his shoulders, she bowed over, crossing her arms on the pillow above him, cradling her forehead on them, and giving herself over to whatever he wanted to do to her. She couldn’t rein in her muffled exclamations of pleasure as he brought her closer and closer – and just as she was about to tumble over the edge, he pulled his mouth away. “Sit up so I can see you.”

  Mei raised her head and looked down at him, astounded.

  “Right up,” he added, gathering her long hair in his free hand and tugging.

  “Was so close,” she protested, not believing what he’d just done.

  Again, a flash of his teeth. “I know. I can feel you winding up to come. Little flutters and twitches deep inside. I want to watch your face when it happens.”

  “Ollie…” she groaned. “That’s so mean. I was nearly there.” But she sat taller, looking down into his eyes, and somehow that made everything more intense. The slide and press of his unseen fingers. The slippery lick and flick of his tongue. The suggestive lift of one dark eyebrow in the shadows between her thighs.

  Delicious tremors were soon driving her mad again, making her pant and moan. Silence wasn’t an option, however hard she tried to stay mute. And why didn’t it hurt with him gripping her hair like that? Dimly she knew he’d wound it around his fist to hold her steady. Was probably holding it quite hard to keep her where he wanted her. But everything else he did cancelled out any pain. She’d gone liquid with sensation. They were the only two people in the world, and one of them was now doing a lot more than moaning. She shuddered and gasped and finally lost control, wailing again and again as her body went wild around his fingers and against his tongue in great surges of pleasure.

  She tried to pull away but Ollie held her there by her hair, staring up at her, eyes hugely dark and turned on as she clenched and shook, overloaded with ecstasy.

  “Noooo,” she finally protested, squeezing her eyes closed. “Too good for any more.” And below her, he started to laugh – his breath puffing hot against her skin. She buried her hands in his hair as he finally released hers, pushing herself backwards, but not too far. That had been beyond anything she’d ever experienced.

  “Got you,” he said, slowly withdrawing his fingers. “Dragon Lady, you’ve no idea how good that makes me feel.”

  “How good it makes me feel,” she corrected, scraping her nails lightly over his scalp.

  He stretched his neck, raised both eyebrows, then drew in a deep breath and blew it out again, slowly and luxuriously.

  Mei couldn’t let him gain the upper hand. “Good thing you put that condom on because it’s your turn now, and I couldn’t bear it if I had to wait while you found one,” she mock-grumped, shuffling her butt backward over his chest, then down his undulating abs until she bumped against his impressive cock. She lifted up to settle against him, rubbing to and fro.

  His eyelids drooped and his lips curved into a sleepy grin. After a few seconds he asked, “You just going to slide around up there or are you inviting me in?”

  “Well, after the pain you put me through,” she murmured, reaching down and positioning him, “It’s only fair you go through some hell, too.” She tilted her hips to the perfect angle and pushed.

  Ollie slid a couple of inches inside. His eyes shot wide open and there was nothing sleepy about his smile any longer. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Any amount of hell you like.”

  Mei drew back a little before rocking forward again. A delicious slip and slide that re-ignited the sensation in every nerve ending he contacted. His hands rose to cradle her breasts, and his gaze sought hers as he ran his thumbs to and fro over her nipples, pinching gently.

  “I watched these starting to grow,” he whispered. “When I was a kid. Little bumps. God, you were the hottest thing in my world, every holiday in Scarlet Bay.”

  She hadn’t known that. Wondering how to reply, she took him further inside, relishing the slow sexy stretch of her flesh around his, and watching as his eyes closed for a few seconds. “My mother kept saying I didn’t need a bra yet.” She pushed down harder, pleased to be the one in control.

  Ollie’s lips parted in a soundless gasp. His hands deserted her breasts and smoothed up to her shoulders to cup her face, fingers tracing the edges of her mouth. Mei licked him. Tasted herself there, and drew a sharp breath.

  Without warning, he pushed the rest of the way inside. All the way in with his long hard cock and all the way into her mouth with his fingers, invading her everywhere he could, pulling her down to kiss her eyelids, her cheekbones, and then sliding his hand away to claim her mouth with his. Totally possessive. A takeover she’d never seen coming.

  Every good intent
ion to make this a temporary fling rose up and slapped her across the face as she rocked and writhed and groaned above him. She was finally where she was meant to be. In Oliver Wynn’s arms, in Oliver Wynn’s bed, and craving every piece of him she could see and touch and taste and smell.

  Pushing down to get him all the way inside her, right to his balls.

  Squeezing around him every time she pulled back, only to reclaim him hungrily, again and again.

  Digging her fingernails into his shoulders.

  Panting and groaning until he rolled and hauled her under him.

  He kissed and nipped and sucked any piece of her he could get his mouth on while he continued to slide into her, slowly and deeply, holding her close. “Okay?” he murmured, raising his head to lock his gaze with hers. “Not hurting you?”

  Mei shook her head, unable to find words. Her best answer was to kiss his throat. She was more than okay. She was flying again, beginning to clench around him every time he drove himself inside her.

  “Oliver… ”

  “Not too bad, huh?” His mouth twitched. “You coming again for me?” He continued his magical fucking, slow and deep, sometimes giving his hips a twist to alter the angle. “I can feel that. Way, way inside you. God, that’s incredible.”

  Mei tried to deny it. She couldn’t possibly be. Never had before. Not twice so close together.

  Ollie kissed her again – a long, soft exploration that had her trembling all over.

  “Maybe,” she whispered, trying to ignore the waves of sensation now washing all through her.

  He nibbled down her neck, bending to capture a nipple. He set his teeth around it, and that was all it took to finally send her right over the edge. Her body went wild, clasping around him in a frenzy. So much better than the time before, because now she had the satisfaction of his big hot cock inside her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and hung on tightly, loving the scent and heat of him, and almost passing out from the waves of bliss rocketing through her.

  Ollie groaned, releasing her breast and rearing up to stare down into her eyes. He dragged in air and clenched his jaw as he drove into her faster and faster. Then he held himself rigid above her, hips pressed against hers and buried deep. The tendons of his neck pulled tight, and Mei felt every strong pulse as he pumped himself empty.

  “He’s jumping,” she gasped, still running her hands up and down his long back, too far gone to worry about damaging him with her nails. “Oh God, I can feel that inside me.”

  Ollie finally collapsed down on one elbow and wrapped the other arm around her waist. He rolled until she was lying on top of him again, and Mei pressed her face down under his jaw until their breathing returned to something like normal.

  “Definitely worth waiting fifteen years for,” he eventually said.

  “Or even a hundred,” she agreed, rubbing her cheek against his dark scruff.

  “Always supposing I could still get it up then.”

  “Oliver, of course you could,” she teased, nipping his neck.

  A little later he held the condom secure as he deserted her for the en suite bathroom. To Mei’s horror, his back was criss-crossed with long red lines where she’d clutched and scraped at him. Mortified, she checked the bed for blood. Not a drop.

  *

  Ollie stared at himself in the big bathroom mirror, unable to stop grinning. Everything had changed but he still looked exactly the same. He fingered his chin. Could do with a shave. Sniffed his left armpit. Warm but not disgusting. He decided on a shower anyway. Could he tempt Mei to share it?

  He reached over to the mixer handle, hoping the water was hot, and thinking he should have checked earlier in case something needed switching on. As his fingers curled around it, a loud tapping came from the bedroom, accompanied by a surprised squeal from Mei.

  He burst back into the room to find her crouched down by the big TV screen. Their elderly neighbor, Essie, had reached over the fence with a long bamboo pole to attract their attention. He thanked his lucky stars the bedroom window wasn’t floor to ceiling glass or Essie might have had a heart attack – from anything she could have seen earlier, and from his current very naked condition. He joined Mei by the TV, which at least gave him cover from the waist down, and reached across to unlatch the window.

  Essie’s eyes goggled, but it was his tattoo and not his state of undress that had her attention.

  “You young people!” she exclaimed. “How are you going to feel about that big thing when you get older?”

  Mei reached up and closed her hand around him. “I like this ‘big thing’,” she whispered, dissolving into quiet giggles.

  Ollie made a grab for her hand in case his cock decided to say hello to Essie. “It’s not on my face or all the way down my arms, Ess. I can cover it with a T-shirt.”

  Essie shook her head. “First the nose ring and then that huge tattoo?” She sharpened her gaze. She was a short woman, and only her eyes and some silver curls showed above the fence. “I don’t see the nose ring now?”

  He looked down to make sure he was still decently covered. Mei’s sneaky fingers had him hard as hell again.

  “Impressive recovery,” she murmured, poking her tongue out and running the tip of it all the way up from his balls and then all the way down.

  Ollie groaned and braced his knees, the better to withstand the delicious torture.

  He ripped his attention back to their chirpy neighbor. “Nose ring was a fake, Essie. Just a joke for the family last Christmas.”

  “I’m pleased to hear it, Oliver, dear.” And without drawing breath, she added, “I wondered if the two of you would like to come over and share my spa pool after dinner? Jason and Hoolie did a wonderful job building on the extra decking and supports for it.”

  He swallowed. “The two of us?”

  “You and Meifeng. I saw you carrying those chairs out earlier, and I was talking to Anna a couple of days ago, and she said Jason was taking her away for a treat on Saturday night, so I thought you might like to soak your sore muscles after the unpacking you’re here to do. Anna let me know you’d be here in case I saw lights on, and worried.”

  He nodded dumbly, and clamped his hands over Mei’s. He was losing concentration between her fondling and Essie’s prattling. “You’re a living news service, Ess. And that’s a very kind offer, but I need to swear you to secrecy on something.”

  “No problem, dear. I presume it’s about little Mei’s old boyfriend. George went down to the tavern earlier, and he told me there’d been quite a scene.”

  Ollie breathed in hard as Mei somehow got her mouth around several inches of him. “Really? What sort of scene?” he croaked.

  “He said the silly boy was very drunk and had to be forcibly removed.”

  “Huh… really?” There was nothing for it now but to bite the bullet. “Yes, Ess, I’m hiding her from him for a couple of days, and I really don’t want anyone else to know she’s here.”

  Essie’s curls bobbed up and down. “My lips are sealed, dear. Eight o’clock?”

  There was no easy way to get out of it; Essie had been like an extra granny or auntie for all their years of holidays in Scarlet Bay. “Eight o’clock is fine. Looking forward to it.” He reached out to close the window and Essie pulled her bamboo pole back over the fence. What had that been about, anyway? Why hadn’t she simply come over and knocked on the door?

  Chapter 10 - Dinner, Bed and Breakfast

  Mei tipped the goblet up and swallowed the last of her deep ruby wine. She smiled at Ollie as she set the empty glass down. “That was… a surprisingly good dinner.”

  After their over-long and very enjoyable shower, they’d heated the boxed meals and eaten them at the places she’d set earlier on the big dining table. He’d poured out the rest of the bottle of Shiraz and they’d tilted their glasses to each other in what felt like a pledge. No words needed.

  She still barely believed what they’d done. Oliver Wynn? After all this time? And she’d com
e twice? Well, three times if you counted the shower. He was a badder boy than she’d ever expected, and a better lover than she’d ever hoped for. Which made things very tricky.

  He reached for her hand and threaded their fingers together. “It was more the company than the food that made it good for me.”

  “Or maybe we worked up a really big appetite?” She couldn’t help joking and trying to lighten the impossible situation.

  “Happy to work up a big appetite with you any time.” His gaze held hers, and his eyes were super-dark again. “You okay?”

  Her smile dimmed. “I’m fine. Totally fine. Too damned fine.”

  “Yeahhh...” He practically sighed the word out.

  So he felt it too? One day together and they were in way too deep.

  She rocked the empty glass from side to side, not knowing what else to say. She hadn’t wanted to start it, and now she didn’t want it to end. Perhaps they’d burn out in the next couple of days? It would solve the problem, but at what cost?

  “You got a bikini?” Ollie asked, abruptly changing the subject. “Geez, I hope Essie hasn’t!”

  Mei pushed her glass aside, supplying the expected giggle, and quietly relieved they weren’t going down the tricky road of how they felt about each other. “Yes, I have, but I’ll wear my one-piece. Seems a better choice for a spa-pool.” She reached across for his empty plate with her free hand. “Why did you say we’d go?”

  His gaze sharpened. “Don’t you want to?”

  She set his plate on top of hers and then rocked her hand in a ‘maybe/maybe not’ motion. “One more chance to be discovered. It won’t be all that dark by eight o’clock.”

  Ollie shook his head. “We’ll be fine – there’s a gate built into the side fence out there. We used to go through it all the time as kids. I’ve no idea why Essie didn’t use it instead of banging on the house… although maybe it was just as well.” He lifted the hand he was holding and kissed her fingers. “She’s a nice old thing. Always kept an eye on the cottage for us when no-one was staying.”

  “She’s terribly nosy and an awful gossip.”