PLAY ME

by Melissande

  "It won't work." But she heard the strain in his voice.

  She used her free hand to caress her breasts. Arched herself over the arm of the chair, legs negligently spread in invitation.

  His gaze burned, but still he didn't respond to her blatant lure.

  For a moment, she quivered with a visceral fear that they were, indeed, at an impasse. That this blissful adventure was over.

  She wasn't ready. But she couldn't do what he was asking. Couldn't get involved with him on any level but the sexual.

  She just couldn't, and her fear made her angry. "Fuck you." She rose and stalked past him.

  Whip-fast, he grabbed her arm. "You can't walk away from this." His voice vibrated with an answering anger.

  She glanced over with her most withering expression. "Of course I can."

  But his eyes were burning, and she was reminded that he was bigger, stronger…dangerous. That he was at heart a predator.

  For a moment, they hovered on the edge of a dangerous precipice.

  "You won't hurt me," she declared, though she wasn't absolutely positive of that.

  He leaned down, got right in her face. "I have never in my life wanted to take a woman over my knee and blister her ass so badly."

  Her pussy twitched as desire arrowed through her.

  She knew she was trembling—whether with desire or fear, or a little of both, she wasn't sure—but she hoped he couldn't feel it.

  "Damn you." He thrust her away. Refastened his jeans as a muscle jumped in his jaw.

  Abruptly that burning blue gaze pinned her. "I have never even been tempted to violence with a woman before." he swallowed hard. "Goddamn you, Dani. You know there's more to us than this."

  "No." Violently she shook her head. "No." She headed toward her closet, feeling the need for cover, for a safety barrier to keep him at arms' length. She reached into her closet and snagged a robe. Started to slip it on.

  Suddenly she felt his heat right behind her. He tore the robe from her grasp and threw it aside. Gripped the hem of her skimpy tee and skinned it from her, casting it aside as well.

  Then he yanked her with him in front of the mirror. Clamped his fingers over her breasts. "Look at us," he commanded. He thrust his groin into her ass, and she could feel the gorgeous thickness of him.

  She could no more resist pushing back into him than she could quit breathing.

  One hand left her breast and speared between her legs, clasping her mound, his long middle finger diving into her wet heat.

  "Unhh…" she groaned. And rocked toward him, begging for more.

  His fingers tightened on her mound, digging in like claws while his other hand squeezed her breast with the force of his intent.

  "Finish unfastening me," he ordered, giving her a bare inch of room behind her ass for her fingers to maneuver.

  She tried to remember why she shouldn't do this, but she needed him too badly. Wanted him too much. With shaking fingers, she undid his fly and gripped him. Bent forward and nearly begged as she used his big cock like a dildo, sliding over her ass, down to her pussy where his finger was still inside, over the back of his hand…

  He groaned and kicked her legs apart, making her more accessible. He moved them a quarter turn. "Look at us," he commanded.

  Lost in sensation, it was a moment before she could manage to open her eyes.

  He looked like a warrior bent on plundering.

  But she was no maiden sacrifice. While her glance skipped over the dark hand covering her right breast, and the long, hard cock gripped in her hand, she bent forward even more, and clasped her free hand over the one he was using to cover her mound.

  And painted the big ruby head of his dick over her asshole, nudging him against the puckered hole.

  "Wait. You're still tight. I don't want you hurt." Removing the hand on her breast, he placed his fingers over hers on his shaft, and plunged inside her pussy.

  Without ever removing his finger.

  She came on the spot, bathing his finger and his cock with her juices.

  "Good girl," he murmured, rotating his hips and thrusting a few times for good measure.

  She came again. "Sam—I don't— I want—"

  He chuckled, but there was more than a little strain in his voice. "I know, babe," he soothed. His nostrils flared as he forced himself to leave her warmth.

  Holy shit, but this woman made him crazy. He wanted to come inside her pussy right now, then fuck her ass after—

  But he'd come damn close to blowing this, to pushing her too far, too fast.

  And he was in no way done with her.

  Far from it.

  So though her wet, snug warmth called to him like a haven, he forced himself to draw out of her—

  More than a little tantalized by the feel of his own finger in counterpoint as it scraped along his length.

  "Wait here—" He made himself leave her, though she uttered a small whimper. He left the room in a rush and found his way to her kitchen, knowing he didn't dare leave her for long. Where the hell was anything in here?

  Butter. He made his way to the refrigerator and found what he sought, taking long strides to return to her.

  She was standing straight and backing away, already returning to sanity.

  He made himself smile and held up the stick of creamy yellow. "Insurance," he said. "Gotta take care of that sweet behind of yours." He kept his voice light. "Come here, Dani."

  She hesitated, so he reeled her in. Took the open end of the butter and painted it down her chest and circled one breast.

  She let go a sigh.

  "Yeah…just gotta warm it up for you." He glanced at the mirror again, and her gaze followed. "Turn around, sweetheart."

  When she didn't move, he positioned her himself, then pinched off a sizable chunk of the butter and began rubbing it between his hands, smearing it over the fingers and palms. Then he clasped her breasts in his greasy hands and swirled his fingers over her, plucking her nipples before painting his way down her belly. He took his time getting them both back to the magic.

  At last, Dani writhed against him. Closed her eyes and moaned.

  "Still want me in that sweet ass?" he murmured into her ear.

  She didn't speak but rubbed her bottom against his groin.

  His hands tightened on her hips. "Bend over, babe," he cajoled her, massaging the smooth white globes, unable to resist thrusting his dick between them. "You want to grease me up?"

  She cast a sideways glance at him, then held out a hand for the butter. She turned halfway and, gaze never leaving his, nipped off a segment and began melting it in her hands.

  Then it was she who painted his body, pausing to rub her own glistening flesh against the front of him.

  And it was he who groaned. "Shit, you make me insane," he told her.

  She smiled as she took his aching cock in her hand and coated it with butter, stroke after stroke until he was ready to throw her on the floor and have her however he could get inside her.

  But somehow he managed to hang on, grasping for the last of the butter and heating it, then capturing her hands and turning her back to him. He knelt before her and spent long moments stroking her bottom and painting her puckered hole until it gleamed.

  Then he stood. "You do it." He made himself hold back. "You put me in there."

  Her hips gyrated, and she licked those concubine lips of hers. Clearly she liked the suggestion.

  And he liked making her hot.

  Her slender fingers wrapped around his dick, and he wanted to come right there and then.

  Hold on. He ground his jaw. Hold on hold on hold on…

  The ultra sensitive head of his dick felt the puckered edges of her hole. She gripped him tightly and circled it around and around…

  He squeezed his eyes shut. Wondered if he was going to have to resort to multiplication tables to last while she explored. Dani Martin was the most curious creature. An adventuress who was surprisingly innocent of some parts of the sexual
universe.

  But always willing to learn. Always ready to play.

  She pressed him against that tight hole, then whimpered when it didn't go in "Sam?"

  "Here," he offered, and pressed his thumb to the rim and circling slowly.

  Her hips undulated in response.

  He slipped his thumb inside.

  Her back arched. "Oh." Her eyes were wide and dark as midnight. He reinserted a finger into her pussy and rotated it. She responded with a quick inner clasp, so he slid a second finger inside. "Oh!" she repeated and swirled her tongue over her lips.

  He slid his thumb past the knuckle. Rotated inside the impossibly tight, soft tissues.

  She rocked her ass back against him while her pussy clasped his fingers.

  He let his thumb glide over the thin wall, rubbing against his fingers as his dick had grazed over Carlos's cock before, with only that soft membrane separating their flesh.

  Dani groaned. Closed her eyes.

  "Watch me," he ordered. "Watch us."

  God. He was going to come all over her ass if he didn't get inside quickly. He pushed the head of his dick against the sweet hole and gently shoved against his thumb.

  A noise erupted from her, half moan, half cry.

  "Watch." He withdrew his thumb at the same moment he slid the head of his dick inside.

  A soft scream, all pleasure now.

  He dug his fingers into her hair while the fingers in her pussy rotated.

  And she came again in waves that were velvet fists over his fingers and his cock.

  "Do it," she said. "Please, Sam." For emphasis, she tilted her ass higher until she was on tiptoe, bent before him, on the verge of falling.

  He yanked his fingers from her pussy and grabbed one shoulder while his other hand gripped her hip to steady her—

  And he thrust hilt-deep into the dark passage.

  They both moaned.

  For a startled second, they held, while he waited to see if she was okay.

  "I don't know if I love this or hate it," she said with a shaky laugh.

  He growled deep in his throat. "Then tell me now. Make up your mind…" Barely, barely he held himself from going full caveman on her with slamming, near-violent strokes.

  One of her hands reached up and covered the one he had on her shoulder, then, amazing, incredible lover that she was, she rose higher on her toes and bent deeper, presenting herself to him on a platter. "You still have to jack off later on the balcony." Her eyes were sparkling with humor and mischief.

  He laughed out loud, something he could never have imagined doing when he had his dick in an unbelievably sexy woman's ass.

  He wanted to know her so much better, but she absolutely did not.

  Damn it, she frustrated the living hell out of him—but no way was he ending this. Or letting her walk away.

  He pulled out, keeping only the head of his cock inside her.

  Then grinned and nodded. "You got it."

  And slammed inside her to the sound of their mingled groans.

  And the unmistakable milking sensation of her beautiful body in yet another orgasm.

  He wasn't far behind.

  Chapter Two

  DANI STIRRED AND REALIZED THEY were curled together on the floor, her bottom tucked against his groin, one of his beautifully muscled arms wrapped around her waist, holding her to him almost like he…cared.

  For a second, something inside her quivered, and a tendril unfurled inside her chest, something soft and sweet that made her…ache.

  That frightened her as nothing else had in longer than she could remember. She'd been alone a long time, and she was fine with that. Perfectly fine. She'd built a life for herself, one that she managed with skill, one where there were no surprises, no ledges from which to fall, nothing out of her control but what she chose to let go.

  Sam's heavy breath soughed across her cheek and stirred her hair.

  At least until Sam, nothing had escaped her control…

  And his name wasn't Sam.

  Luke. Luke who?

  No. His name didn't matter. The man she knew as Sam was a creature of their imaginations, a fun fiction, an escape into a world where she could allow surprises to happen, where she was free to play and dare and let the reins slip for a little while.

  You're exhausted from being in charge all the time and everywhere. You need somewhere safe.

  No. She only needed to leave. Now.

  But she couldn't leave—he'd come to her place. Sought her out, dressed more casually than normal. Studying her, at times, too carefully.

  She was safe with him—somehow no matter how wild and crazy their schemes, she knew he would never let her get hurt.

  But she was responsible for herself. That's how it had been since she was barely a teenager and that's how it should always be. That way was safer. She could choose when to arrive and when to leave. Walk away the second anything got too close.

  Anyone.

  His hand tightened on her waist. Began sliding up to her breast, those long, strong fingers curving gently around her, cradling the weight of her breast and gently squeezing.

  Then he placed a kiss to her nape and…nuzzled.

  She went rigid all over. It felt good—unbelievably so—but she'd already let him skip past her turn, and he'd said maybe it was just as well for The Game to be over…

  But it couldn't be. When The Game ended, they would be done and—

  She bit her lower lip. She wasn't near done with him yet.

  His cock stirred behind her. He flexed his hips and slid his length against her. "Are you sore?" he asked hoarsely. "I should have brought oil with me. We should keep some on hand from now on." His head dipped, and his teeth nipped at her ear lobe.

  Keep some on hand. He planned to come back.

  Here. In her refuge. Where she never allowed anyone.

  "Sam…"

  His fingers began to swirl over her left breast, circling the nipple, trailing the soft, curvy surface. A pluck of her nipple, a nudge against her ass…his mouth fastening on her nape—

  God. He could make her want him so easily.

  No. This was changing too fast. She reached behind her and grabbed his shaft, then began turning to face him. "Sam…"

  His blue eyes studied hers with too much insight. "I changed my mind. Call me Luke."

  She stalled for time. "Is that short for Lucas?" she asked brightly.

  "I won't make you dig," he said, studying her too closely as he slid his hand from her breast up her throat, banding it with faint menace that made her breath catch.

  Then his journey resumed, the backs of his fingers trailing over her throat and upward to circle her ear, then sliding into her hair. "Lucas Samuel Forrester. Age thirty-six. Six foot four, two hundred twenty-one pounds. Never married. Never wanted to be," he said, his warm breath whispering over her lips as he lowered his face to hers. "Resident of Santa Fe." His nose brushed over the tip of hers as he cruised his lips over her cheek and down her jaw.

  "New Mexico? That's—" she gasped when his mouth fastened on her throat and suckled. "That's…a long commute."

  "I have my own plane," he murmured. "And a permanent hotel suite for when I'm here for business." He nipped lightly. "Or…pleasure."

  He must be rich as seven sins.

  But she could make her own money just fine.

  And his name was too Sam. "I'm still calling you Sam."

  He chuckled against her throat. "All right." He nipped, and her whole body reacted.

  He continued his journey headed south, licking his way across her collarbone, then pressing a line of kisses to the valley between her breasts as his hand skimmed over her waist, her hip.

  "You're supposed to be jacking off on my balcony," she managed.

  He settled his teeth around her left nipple and raked them over the desperately hard peak.

  "Sam…"

  "We'll get there," he said, and opened his mouth, taking a long ice cream lick from beneath he
r breast and over the peak.

  Her insides clenched. She had to swallow to speak. "I can't let you get away with this."

  He buried the top of his head between her breasts and gently brushed his hair over the sensitive skin. "With what? Making love to you?" Every word was a hot kiss of breath over her midriff. "Relax. We'll get off—more than once, I assure you—and we'll have fun. Isn't that the point?"

  Then he began to kiss his way down her belly.

  Making love. No. That couldn't be what they were doing here—it could not.

  "It's only—" She squeaked as he nipped at her mound and trailed his tongue over the hairs beginning to grow out. She'd been busy. She hadn't expected to see him so soon. "I have to make an appointment to wax."

  He licked the crease between thigh and mons. "Don't. I like pubic hair just fine. Go natural, Dani. Be who you are."

  Oh god. He had no idea what that meant.

  And she was not going back. Ever. Who you are. What was that? The fatherless girl who'd taken care of her always-complaining, never-happy mother, a weak, pitiful woman who let life buffett her and her daughter around? The fifteen-year-old who'd fled to the streets to escape the system after her mother had died? Who'd lost herself in a haze of drugs and loneliness for a few miserable, lost months until she'd nearly wound up in jail?

  No. She would never go back. She wasn't that girl now, that Darlene from the trailer park who'd existed at others' whims.

  She was the person she'd created, Danielle Martin, kickass investment advisor, the woman others feared, to whose tune others marched. Her life was carefully controlled and ordered, a testament to sanity and logic.

  Except for the lost times, the ones where she sought out the release, the oblivion she'd denied herself for a long time for fear of turning out like her shiftless mother.

  "I've never seen your pubes," Sam murmured now. He cocked his head, trying to glimpse them in the lamplight. Then he grinned up at her, and his face was both young and mischievous. "Don't want me to see that you're not a natural redhead?" His slashing grin cut right through her.

  She was, but… "That's for me and my waxer to know." She found an answering smile. Somehow his lighthearted teasing lifted her out of the misery of her past again. She shoved at his shoulders. "Get out there and give me a show," she ordered.