Extreme Passions

by Extreme Passions [Bold Strokes FF] (retail) (epub)

  The pilot took it and held it with meaning. “Blair Mitchum.”

  “I know.”

  “Of course you would.” Blair released Sean’s hand and looked at her, tilting her head in a casually seductive manner. “You seem so familiar, and it just came to me. You were on a recent flight of mine, weren’t you?”

  “I was. I flew out to L.A. a week ago. I complimented you on your landing. I’m surprised you remember.”

  “You’re a very handsome woman. You left a lingering impression.”

  “Thanks, you’re pretty hot yourself.”

  When Sean realized what had come out of her mouth, the flush started at her toes and reached the roots of her dark hair in about two seconds flat. Blair’s laughter didn’t help. “Jeez, I’m sorry. That was pretty crude.”

  “Not at all.” Blair continued to chuckle. “I’m flattered, but do you ever get accused of thinking like a man?”

  “Oh yeah. What can I say? I like women.”

  “I was counting on that. Would you join me for a drink?”

  Sean’s response was immediate. “Absolutely!”

  “I like your enthusiasm, Sean Wallace.”

  “I’ll just book a room and drop my stuff off. Is there a lounge?” Sean wasn’t interested in straying far from the hotel in case the evening turned out as she hoped it would.

  “No need. My room has a minibar. In fact, why don’t you just leave your things in my room for the time being? You can book a room later. If you like.”

  The invitation was explicit, and Sean’s body sang. “Terrific idea.”

  *

  “What would you like to drink?”

  “Nothing, actually.”

  “No? What would you like, then?”

  Sean reached out and ran the tips of her fingers over the erect nipples straining against Blair’s pristine white uniform shirt. “You. Naked. And horizontal as soon as possible.”

  “Another excellent idea, Sean Wallace.”

  Blair was stunning, her skin pale and smooth, her body sleek and trim. Sean kissed her way up the valley of Blair’s spine and caressed her sides with gentle fingers. A particularly sensitive spot yielded a hard grind of Blair’s crotch into the mattress, and Sean felt flesh pebble beneath her hand. She smiled and whispered hotly into her ear. “Turn over for me.”

  “Mmm.” Blair turned lazily and looked up, her eyes filled with lust. “You are very, very sexy, Sean Wallace. Who knew I’d be so damn pleased with a storm.” She reached for Sean’s dangling breast and squeezed the nipple, pleased with the jerk of Sean’s hips. “Let’s be heathens and fuck all night.”

  “I’m right there with you, baby.” Sean leaned over and gave her a deep, bruising kiss. “But first, Madam Pilot, I’m going to take you on a slow climb to three-seven-zero.”

  Blair laughed. “You were listening carefully on that headset, weren’t you?”

  “Yes, and I was having the most amazing daydream about fucking you on the clouds outside my window.”

  “You were dreaming about me? That’s an incredible turn-on.”

  “You wouldn’t believe the positions I’ve had you in over the last seven days.”

  “You have all night to show me.”

  Sean kissed her again and sought Blair’s tongue as she pressed a firm thigh between her legs. Blair’s hips rose and she groaned, the pleasurable sound fueling the desire burning in Sean’s belly. She could feel Blair’s readiness, her clit hard and distended, sliding wetly against her leg. She kissed her neck, grazing the skin with her teeth as Blair panted in her ear.

  “I’m so wet, Sean. Don’t make me wait too long.”

  “Just hold on, baby. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

  Sean began a slow descent down Blair’s body. She pulled swollen, pink nipples into her mouth, laving them with her lips, feeling Blair’s fingers sink into the muscles of her shoulders. She outlined the planes of the lean belly with her mouth and dipped her tongue into Blair’s navel. Under the hail of much disapproval, she bypassed Blair’s center, focusing instead on the delicate skin covering her ankles, the backs of her knees, and her inner thighs.

  The sweet smell of arousal surrounded them and Sean breathed deeply, savoring the scent and the sounds of Blair’s pleasure. She finally reached her destination and took a moment to gaze at her prize. The glistening tissue beckoned and Sean blew a cool, steady stream of air over the sensitized flesh.

  A violent tremor shook Blair’s body. “Sean! Stop teasing!”

  “Shh, okay. You don’t like a little pain with your pleasure?”

  “Not when I’m so turned on I can’t think. My clit is screaming for you right now.”

  “In that case...” Sean plunged in, reaching with her tongue, drawing a rich growl of relief from Blair.

  “Oh yes! That’s good, just like that.”

  The orgasm built slowly as Sean skillfully teased, licked, and sucked. Blair vocalized her desires, requesting more, faster and deeper. The muscled walls rippled against Sean’s fingers as she plunged in and out and then reached far inside. When Blair gasped, Sean pressed her tongue hard against her clit and Blair’s body rose from the bed.

  “Sean! I’m coming! Oh God! Now!”

  Sean grabbed Blair’s hips with her arm and held on, riding with her through the fierce aftershocks until she fell to the mattress, limbs weak, breathing deeply.

  “Wow. Mmm, exceptional skill and control on that ascent, Sean Wallace. I’m very impressed. Come up here so I can show you just how impressed I am.”

  Sean crawled up to lay atop Blair’s body. She bit her earlobe and smiled widely. “I almost came just from the sounds you were making.”

  The ravenous look in Blair’s eyes stole Sean’s breath. “I knew you’d be an excellent lover, Sean Wallace. And now you need to grab that headboard and hold on tight.”

  Every cell of Sean’s body pulsed at the tone of Blair’s voice. She shifted until she was straddling Blair’s shoulders, her knees on either side of her head. Pale blue eyes blazed up at her, hungry and intent.

  “Stay still for me. I’ll do all the work. Just concentrate on holding yourself up, lover.”

  At the first touch, Sean’s head fell back, her mouth open. Blair did not go slowly—she devoured Sean, masterfully manipulating her clit, flicking, then stroking. Sean had one fleeting, coherent thought that the pilot must be one of those individuals able to tie a cherry stem with her tongue, because she was tying Sean up in knots. Bolts of pure pleasure shot through her as Blair’s mouth and fingers were everywhere, inside and out, setting her nerves on fire. She wanted to come, knowing that this orgasm would absolutely demolish her, but she wasn’t willing yet to give up the exquisite feeling of Blair’s talented lips and tongue on her swollen, wet flesh.

  Then the choice was gone. The climax came upon her with little warning, ripping through her body, robbing her of all her senses.

  “Ohjesusohgodblairblair… ohh… ohgod… Yes! Blair!” Sean’s entire body shook as Blair’s tongue was relentless, moving against the tender tissue, sending wave after wave of sensation coursing through her. The strength left her legs and she collapsed onto her side. “Oh God, babe, stop. You have to stop.”

  Finally released, Sean lay in a boneless heap. Blair smiled at her and tenderly brushed the hair from her face. “You are delicious, Sean Wallace.”

  Sean lay still, recovering, as Blair stroked her face and neck. She took a deep breath. “And you, Captain, have the most amazing tongue I’ve ever experienced.”

  “You inspired me.”

  “When do we have to be back at the airport?”

  “Don’t worry about that. We have hours yet, and they can’t leave without us.”

  “You’re right.” Sean slipped her fingers between Blair’s legs. “Oh baby, you are primed and ready again, aren’t you?”

  “Mmm, you seem to have that effect on me, lover.”

  “Well, let’s take advantage of it, shall we?” Sean leaned over and ki
ssed Blair, tasting herself on the pilot’s lips. “You wear me well, Captain.”

  Blair laughed. “The pleasure was all mine.”

  “Not all of it, believe me.” A sudden rush reignited the desire in Sean’s belly. “And I’m horny as hell again! Good God, woman, what you do to me!”

  “Nothing I wouldn’t do again.” Blair pushed Sean down on the bed and straddled her. “Do you fly much?”

  “I’ve accumulated a ton of frequent flyer miles.”

  “Excellent. You do plan to use them soon?”

  “As soon as I possibly can.”

  “Wonderful.” Blair started to rock her hips. “And if you’re very, very good, I’ll get you your own little plastic wings.”

  “I’ll wear them proudly.”

  “I’ll bet you will, Sean Wallace. And deservedly so.”

  A Compromising Position

  Saskia Walker

  After taking one last glance at the photo of Lisa I kept in my wallet, I folded it shut and tucked it into my back pocket. My heart was racing, my breath catching somewhere mid-chest. Be brave, I urged myself, be brave. She’s worth it.

  The taxi lurched onto her street, a narrow terrace on the west side of London. Leaning forward, I spoke to the driver. “This is it, pull over on the left and wait for me. I won’t be long and then we’ll be going straight to Heathrow airport.” Jumping out of the taxi, I jogged up the path and knocked at the door. Moments later, Lisa opened it.

  She was dressed in jeans and a crisp white shirt, the simplicity of her outfit setting off her striking looks. Her feet were bare, her hair slicked back and damp, as if she was fresh from the shower. “I wasn’t expecting you.” She glanced behind me, to where the taxi was parked up on the roadside.

  I took a deep breath. I was downright useless at telling lies, but I’d convinced myself it was just a “little white lie” for a good cause, so I had to give it my best shot. I was taking a big risk, but there was no going back now. It would either work or it wouldn’t. “I’m going away, Lisa. I had to see you first, though. Will you come to the airport with me, see me off?”

  “Going away,” Lisa repeated. She frowned, her elfin features emphasized by her starkly cut blue-black hair.

  My heart beat harder when I saw the distress flickering in her eyes. No matter what she said about hating commitment, fearing it, she did care about me. She definitely didn’t want me to go away. I suppressed a smile. My plan might just work.

  I pushed my hair back, focusing. “Yes. Things were getting to me, I guess.” She already knew I was having a hard time with her at-arm’s-length approach to our relationship. I’d told her I loved her and that I wanted more. She’d said she wasn’t ready yet.

  I chose my words carefully. “I felt I needed to take action.” Big action. She’d either hate it or love it. “I thought that getting away, thinking things through with a bit of distance, might help.” I looked at her meaningfully.

  Her expression was woebegone. If I had doubted how much she cared, that doubt was fading fast. I could see it welling in her eyes; it made me wet with need to show her how much I wanted her. And I would. Soon.

  Justin, her housemate, appeared in the background. He smiled conspiratorially. He was in on the plan. Without him I couldn’t have done this, but he believed it was the right thing to do, too, which strengthened my resolve.

  “Do we have to go right now?” Lisa asked, straightening her shirt and pushing her hair back across her head, flipping it under at the base of her skull. I loved that look, like some 1920s Hollywood movie star. Her lips fascinated me, the elegant Cupid’s bow, the full lower lip with its promise of sensuality. It made me want to hold her head in my hands, kiss her mouth long and sweet.

  “Yes, now.” I reached out and held her hand. “I’d love you to see me off.” I winked. “I’ll miss you, Lisa.”

  When I squeezed her hand, she flashed me a look of raw desire. Her bed buddy was going away. I’d hit the right buttons. She wanted one more clinch, one more taste. She was always like this when it came time to say good-bye. Even after hours of making love, she would still come back one more time, when our lips were already bruised from a night burning up the sheets. That’s why I knew her fears about a full-on relationship were because of past hurts, not because of me. She didn’t want to trust herself, but the desire for more was always there.

  She winked back at me, blinking away hurt tears, and squeezed my hand. “I’ll grab my bag and shoes.”

  When she disappeared, Justin leaned into the doorway and whispered to me. “Phase one complete. Good luck with the rest.”

  “Cheers. I’ll need it.”

  “Don’t forget to call me, let me know.”

  “I will,” I replied quickly when I saw Lisa was on her way back.

  She sat close to me in the cab, her hands touching me constantly. “I know you said you were thinking of going to stay with your brother in Auckland, but...” She faltered and glanced away. She was the one who said no claims, no questions. She’d set the rules; she couldn’t break them.

  I drew her back to face me, let her think she was silenced with a kiss. Her mouth gave way, soft and vulnerable beneath mine. Her eyes closed and she whimpered.

  We had something to prove, it was this thing between us, but it was up to me to do so—or lose the best thing that had ever happened to me. I knew it wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t trust. It was what someone else had done to her, long ago, but I was going to break that pattern. My hand stole between her thighs, my thumb rested on her zipper. My chest ached. I’d do anything for her.

  “Yes,” she whispered, a note of desperation in her voice. “Touch me.” Her body moved, her hips lifting against my hand. Need poured from her.

  I smiled and ran my thumb up and down against the base of her zipper, watching her face as her skin warmed and her eyes darkened with arousal.

  By the time we reached the airport we were both wired. Lisa wasn’t the sort of woman who could put it on the back burner. Once she was aroused, she couldn’t focus on anything else until she reached climax—and I was using that knowledge to my advantage.

  “We’ll go somewhere,” I whispered, before we got out of the cab.

  She nodded and squeezed my hand.

  Standing on the crowded concourse, she stared in dismay at the second suitcase emerging from the boot of the cab. “You’re going for a long time?”

  I paid the driver. “I’ll go check in. Could you get me a couple of magazines for the flight and I’ll meet you at the newsagent?”

  She nodded and turned away, her eyes damp again. Guilt stole into my heart, but it wasn’t for long.

  Checking in went mercifully quickly, and I hurried to meet her. Amidst the chaos inside the busy terminal I saw her standing by the newsagent. She looked a little lost, but I resisted the urge to run to her and took my time, breathing deeply and reminding myself of my plan, going over it just one last time. I was sure she’d bite, I was sure I wouldn’t be going alone, but I needed to hear her say she didn’t want me to go before I pushed her to come with me.

  She turned to me as I drew closer. All I could see was Lisa, the woman I loved and wanted so much. Shifting crowds moved around me, people rushing by, the atmosphere filled with chaos and noise, but I was aware only of Lisa. Her posture was that of a ballerina, her neck long and elegant, her breasts high and jutting against her shirt. She looked at me with a curious expression, her lips slightly parted, then she wrapped her hands around my neck and drew me down for a kiss, as if I had already been gone for weeks.

  “Let’s go somewhere,” I suggested.

  “Where?”

  “Ladies’ room, like the first time?” We’d met in a club. She told me afterward it was her fantasy to do it in the cubicles, fast and dirty, with bass-driven club music pounding through the walls, and I’d suggested it without even knowing that. She smiled and nodded, and we hurried to the ladies’ room.

  “There’s no one in here,” Lisa said a
s soon as she got through the door.

  I looked along the line of sinks and then noticed that one of the cubicle doors was shut. I was about say something but she’d already backed me up against the wall. Her hands were all over me, needy, hungry.

  A toilet flushed and a door rattled. I pushed her into the nearest cubicle, laughing. Hanging our bags on the back of the door, I took a deep breath. Lisa leaned against the wall, her body posture inviting me in, the fingers of one hand tangling in my hair, the other reaching for my belt.

  This is about her, I reminded myself. Win the prize.

  Pushing her hand away from my belt, I concentrated on her. After undoing the buttons on her shirt, my hands molded around her naked breasts, savoring the feeling of her warm, soft flesh. Her head went back, her mouth opening, when I took one nipple into my mouth, then the other. They knotted, her breasts lifting, the dark areola growing darker still. I wanted a bed, a double bed where I could roll her in my arms and climb over her. Make it happen.

  Her breasts were highly sensitive and she was loving this, her back sliding up and down against the wall as she contained her urge to moan aloud. That was hard for her. When I undid her jeans and stroked her from breastbone to pubic bone, she bit on the back of her wrist and shut her eyes.

  I bent to kiss the hollow between her breasts, sucking her skin into my mouth. The sound of the flight announcements intruding into our space made me feel even more desperate, and I moved with urgency. Tracing a path to her navel with my mouth, I rucked her jeans down over her hips.

  “Let me at you,” she whispered, reaching for me again.

  “Not yet.” Squatting in front of her, I put one finger inside her black cotton underwear and glanced up at her. “Will you miss me?” I whispered up at her, pausing to hear her reply.