by A. J. Downey
He was easily six foot to my five foot four, his lips hovering just to the top of the back of my head, his breath slightly stirring my hair, his proximity stilling the breath in my lungs.
The reality was better than the countless fantasies I’d had about this very beautiful man doing this very thing as he hooked his long fingers into the collar of his coat and began to undress me.
I let him take the coat, which he dropped into a pile on the floor. His one hand at my hip, drawing me back into him, his other hand sweeping my hair out of the path of his lips which he rested lightly over the jumping pulse in the side of my neck.
“Fast,” he whispered against my skin. “Like a little rabbit’s.”
“Mm.” I gave a throaty little laugh and leaned back against him.
He put his lips against my ear and whispered, “Are you afraid of me, Zaychik?” he asked, and my heart skipped a beat at the language I didn’t know.
“What is that?” I asked, pulse thumping so hard I could feel it throbbing against my own spine from the inside.
“Zaychik?” he asked.
“That, too, but the language,” I said, voice raspy with desire as he slipped the hand at my waist beneath the hem of my shirt, fingertips light and gentle, the barest kiss of a touch against my skin at my stomach. I wanted to know it all, everything about this man.
“It’s Slavic,” he said. “For ‘little rabbit.’ Do you like it?” he asked and leaned back slightly, switching sides, his other hand sliding against my ribs, over my shirt. I closed my eyes, heartbeat echoing in my ears, breath squeezing out of my lungs at his tantalizing touch.
God, girl! He is playing you like a fucking violin! I thought to myself, and just on the heels of that thought? Just like you want him to.
I wanted to feel good, and the promise in his touch to do just that almost made me let my guard down for real.
The hand that rested over my shirt slid down my front and dipped below the waistband of my jeans. I’d been about to answer him, that yes, I liked the sound of that, but my brain short-circuited as he buried his nose in my hair and breathed me in deep. One hand going low, the other, under my shirt, rising to cup my breast and pinching my nipple through my bra.
I found my own hands at my belt, undoing it, unfastening my jeans for him, lowering the zipper to give him better access.
He hummed against my ear in satisfaction, his fingertips touching my sex with a light little electric jolt, a single long digit sliding against my clit, dipping between my folds to find the wetness of my arousal there.
He moved his other hand across my body to my other breast, his arm across my body, pulling me tightly back against him as he played with my pussy. His touch was light, teasing, so sexy and stimulating. I threw my head back and gasped as my excitement mounted and he turned his head, capturing my mouth with his own, tongue plunging past my lips even as his hold on me tightened. The pressure from his fingers against my pussy increased, and he began to rub at my clit with fervor.
I cried out and twitched against him, the sound from my mouth muffled by his kiss as he held me fast, determined to make me come on my feet, the music soft, the shower fall gentle, and us standing there still mostly clothed but having sex standing up, nonetheless. I mean, there was obviously no penetration happening here, but I was eager for it. I wanted this, was suddenly desperate not only to reach that climax but I wanted him inside me, fucking me, when I got there.
There wasn’t enough time. He was going to make me come with his hand, and I felt helpless to stop him. It skirted that edge of fear, having him do this to me. Having him hold me like this, keeping me from engaging much beyond reaching behind me and gripping his hard cock through his jeans, rubbing it through the thick material even as my other hand gripped the top of his thigh to hold on, to keep me grounded as the pleasure mounted and prepared to ride me.
He tore his mouth from mine. “That’s it, Zaychik. Come for me, baby. Come for me.”
With a high, thin wail I did just that, my knees going weak with only Maverick there to catch me and hold me up.
Chapter Seven
Maverick…
Oh, fuck yes, that was good. She was so hot, so beautifully responsive and her pussy felt so nice against my hand I couldn’t wait to get my cock involved.
Jesus, fuck, she was wet, and any misgivings I had about whether she might actually want me or not were dispelled right then and there.
She leaned back heavily against me, her chest heaving with deep and rhythmic breaths as she tried to recover from her orgasm. I loved each and every little aftershock twitch I wrung out of her as I intermittently tweaked and teased her oversensitive clit, enjoying the hot satin slickness of her arousal against my fingers. I could play in it, with her body, for hours and I intended to at some point – just not right now.
Right now, I wanted a shower with her, to fall into bed with her, and to sleep.
She turned around slowly and put her arms around me, cuddling against my chest and I put my arms around her, kissing the top of her head as she came down from me rocking her world. There was no little sense of satisfaction in what I’d accomplished with that.
She looked up at me and I smiled down into her beautiful face and said, “Shower, bed, sound good?”
“What about you?” she asked startled.
“Oh, I’m gonna get mine,” I assured her. “I’m tired, and it can wait. What can’t wait is getting cleaned up. I’m not getting into a clean bed feeling this filthy.”
I began to undress her while I talked and she let me at first before she seemed to catch up to herself and what was going on and reached for me. She undid the buckle of my chaps. I smiled, and we worked on each other’s clothes. Carefully, piece by piece, item by item, until we were both nude, our clothes mingling in a heap by the door.
I unclasped her hair last, tossing the clip back among our discarded clothing as she stepped over the high lip of the tub to stand beneath the hot rainfall of water from the showerhead. I stood with her, hands lightly resting on her hips as I tipped my face into the gentle fall of water.
God that felt good…
The hot water worked some magic on the both of us, relaxing sore and tensed muscles as we worked the rest of the knots and tension out of each other with soap-slicked fingers and hands.
“How do you turn it off from here?” she asked gently, and I smiled.
“It’s on a closed circuit,” I said, then called out, “Shower off!” The rainfall ceased and she blinked up at me.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah,” I said and laughed and reached out of the enclosed shower space and opened the linen storage in the corner and pulled out a couple of warmed towels. I handed her one.
“For real?” she asked, surprised as her hands met the warm, soft material.
“Ride out in the cold and the wet as much as I do, you appreciate the finer things. Bathroom was the first thing I did when I bought this place.”
“How long have you owned it?” she asked as I stepped out of the tub and onto the black bathmat.
“Two or three years?” She frowned slightly and I chuckled. “I like doing as much of it as I can myself,” I explained and she nodded thoughtfully, her brown eyes kissed with amber honey roving my face, as though perhaps, her initial assessment of me was changing or evolving.
Whatever the case may be, I liked the look in her eyes, the subtle changes being made in the expression on her face, so I left her to her thoughts and hitched the towel around my waist, holding out a hand gallantly to help her out of the tub.
She stepped out carefully after wringing her long, waist length hair between her hands and I asked, “You want another towel for your hair?”
“No, it’s okay. Do you have a hair dryer though?”
“I do,” I said and went to the storage cabinet beside the sink and got it out for her.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
“Need your brush out of your bag?”
“Ple
ase, um, it should be in one of the front pockets.”
“Sure.” I went and got it for her.
“Take your time, come to bed when you’re done,” I said and she nodded, covered from just above her breasts to just below her knees by the large bath towel I’d handed her.
I let my eyes flick over her and added, “Don’t even think about putting anything on.”
She gave me a smile that was more an unsurprised twist of her lush lips, and started the dryer, directing the hot air onto her scalp. I chuckled and left her to it.
I fell asleep so fast, I don’t even remember lying down in the first place. I jolted awake to the warm and sensual slide of her skin against mine as she cuddled up to me.
“You want me now, or later?” she asked, voice husky with desire and I chuckled lightly, holding her close.
“Sleep now, fuck me awake later,” I said, and she laid her head on my shoulder.
“You got it.”
I passed the fuck out, slept like the dead, and I think she slept too. I couldn’t be sure, because it felt like a blink of an eye later that I woke with her mouth on my cock, lush and soft, hair tickling my thigh as she worked me, sucking me with enthusiasm.
I lifted my hips and strained not to thrust down her lovely throat. My hands hovering over all of that beautifully thick, black-raven hair.
“Oh, fuck,” I heard myself whisper and her lips twitched around my dick in a smile as she blew me and blew my fuckin’ mind.
I fought to hold still, but it was hard and as enthusiastic and eager as I was to come, I liked a lot of edging, so I gripped her upper arm and ordered gruffly, “Stop. Stop a minute, I don’t want to come yet.”
She drew her mouth up my shaft and let my head slip from her lips with a soft little pop and a loss of suction.
“Sorry, you said to fuck you awake, but you twitch and talk in your sleep a lot and I didn’t want to get hit or something. At least this way, I could throw up an arm or something, you know?”
I chuckled and said, “I didn’t know I did that. Sorry. You uh, mind grabbing a condom off the top of the dresser over there?” I asked. I didn’t need to worry about knocking anyone up. I’d had a vasectomy in my mid-twenties. I didn’t want any accidents running around and fuck these club bunnies and any of them thinkin’ they could get me in a child support trap.
She smiled, the sultry little minx, and all thoughts of any of that shit fled my mind. She slipped off the bed, fetching the foil packet and returning to me. She did the honors, opening it up and rolling it down my length. I couldn’t help but arc into her touch and my breath coming like I’d run a damn marathon, I reached for her, urging her up here to ride me.
Her sweet little pussy was tight, and she felt so fucking good around me. Hot, slick with her own desire, and more than willing and ready to take control. She put my hands on her body, guiding my touch over her skin as my cock plunged deep, stroking into her wet satin depths, her pussy gripping me lightly, rhythmically, as I watched what few inhibitions she did have fall away.
Her face grew lax, her eyes slipping closed, her head tipping back as she rose and fell over me, riding me, taking her pleasure from me and all I had to do was lie back and enjoy the erotic subtleties that played across her soft features as she lost herself in the sensation of my cock deep inside of her.
Shit, that had to be one of the most gorgeous sights I had ever laid eyes on. The way her attitude, ever present and worn like a shield, just seemingly fell away in this moment as she rolled her hips and moved me inside of her, touching off the subtle glow of pleasure like the sun, just beginning to peek over the horizon.
The sensations played across her face, communicated in the sound of her gentle, gasping moans as she worked herself up, and I loved it. I couldn’t stop touching her, hands skimming lightly over her soft flesh as she grew so wet with her pleasure.
I let my eyes close, just concentrating on the feel of being inside of her, the feel of her wrapped around me, of her hot, slick walls pressing tightly against my shaft, milking me, begging me to fill her up until her cup ran over. I bit my bottom lip savagely to try and hold off, but goddamn, it was hard, and this was going to be way too quick.
I knew I had better do something about it, or I was going to come first and that was just plain unacceptable. So I licked the pad of my thumb, delving it between our bodies, and teased at her clit.
She sucked in a sharp breath, cried out in surprise, and lost her even cadence for just a moment. I felt my balls contract, tightening up, that familiar pressure building at the base of my shaft, like it was going to come from the base of my spine, that first blush of warning, of pleasure, curling up from my belly in a wash across my chest as I got close and closer still.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered as her mouth dropped open, working in a silent gasp as she got tighter around me. Tight and tighter still, I almost couldn’t take it until with a final shout, a shocked and surprised little cry, she jerked above me, collapsing over my chest as her orgasm shook her.
I thrust up into her hard as my own release overtook me, and I rode the waves of pleasure that ensued. Both of us gasping, both of us washing up onto the other’s shore, motionless and weak except for the involuntary muscle spasms that rocked each of us to our very cores.
I put my arms around her and held onto her, as much to protect her in this vulnerable moment as to protect myself. I held her down tight to my body while the pleasure wracked us both and I held on for dear life.
We came back from the brink, each of us on our own personal journey, and we took our time doing it.
“Wow,” was the first word she managed to utter between the warm, panting breaths that swept my shoulder.
I laughed, a short expression of sound between my own panting deep breaths and stroked my hands over her skin.
She went to sit up, but I held her fast.
“Not yet,” I declared, and she tensed but after a time, slowly, her muscles unclenched, and she allowed her body to drape beautifully over mine.
I couldn’t see her beautiful face, her head turned and nestled on the pillow beside mine. I loved how her soft, lush form pressed me back into the softness of my bed. I kissed her shoulder lazily and kept running my hands lightly over her exposed skin, pleased when she shuddered against me, her delicate little pussy twitching light little aftershocks around my cock.
“Can I get up now?” she asked stiffly after a few minutes more and I couldn’t tell you how disappointed I was.
“Sure,” I answered, not about to hold her against her will or anything.
I sucked in a sharp breath as she got up, letting me slip from her body.
“Mm.” She closed her eyes and froze as she kneeled beside me, savoring the sweet sensation between her legs, that final blush and glow of pleasure as we parted.
I knew, because I was doing the same damn thing over here.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I said, and her eyes flicked open, wide, and deep, the brown kissed with that edge of sweet honey turned in my direction to take me in.
“You too,” she said after a moment and I almost felt like that surprised her somehow.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” she murmured.
“Can I get a kiss?” I asked.
She didn’t hesitate, just kneeled up beside me and brought her lips to mine and I smiled against them.
“That’s my girl,” I whispered against her lips and when we parted and I looked, her face was shuttered, stony, and unreadable.
I made a mental note that something about that bit of praise bothered her and vowed to change it up.
“Now come here,” I ordered gently, pulling her down into my arms, tight up against my side. She settled and while it was wary, it was also eager in the way she did it. She smoothed some of her long hair behind her ear before resting it on the upper swell of my chest – or what passed for it on my slender frame.
“Now what?” she whispered, and I smiled.
&n
bsp; “Now, we sleep.”
Chapter Eight
Marisol…
I woke to a gentle sweeping touch along my nude back. I sucked in a startled breath and hugged the pillow to my chest out of reflex, my head coming up and turning on my neck to take in Maverick, fully dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed framed in the daylight pressing in at the edges of the bedroom’s window’s blinds.
“What time is it?” I asked, my voice coming out sultrier than I intended as I chased the cobwebs of my lingering sleep out of my head.
“Not too late,” he answered. “At least by my standards.”
I pushed myself up and he sucked in a sharp breath. I froze.
“You do that, I might get undressed to fuck you all over again,” he declared, his voice rough with need.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I teased gently. “Seriously though, did I miss something? Do I need to get up?”
“Only if you want to come with me. I figured I would give you the option.”
“Where are we going?” I asked, not wanting to be left behind. At least, not today. I was sure I would want some alone time at some point, but not yet. I didn’t know how I would feel left alone in Maverick’s house so soon.
“The club,” he answered. “I have paperwork and shit to do.”
I nodded slowly and pushed myself up again into a sitting position. This time, it was met with just a rakish curve of his lips, an appreciative smile filled with lust.
“I have time for a quick shower?” I asked softly.
“That you do. You drink coffee?” he asked.
“Um, yeah.”
“Good deal, I’ll get some going.”
I showered swiftly after clipping up my hair to keep it from getting wet. It was a bit of a challenge given the rainfall feature of the shower, but I managed. When I got out, Maverick was moving around the kitchen. I skirted around the doorway and back into his room where my pack lay.
Dressing swiftly, I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail, smoothing things out when he ducked around the doorway with a travel mug in his hand.