Burning Hunger

by Tory Richards

  “Thanks Ted.”

  “We think it’s kids,” Ted continued as they walked toward the elevators.

  “That’s highly possible, Chaz,” Val agreed. “It’s something kids would do, if they were bored and looking for trouble.”

  “Yeah,” he said in a disbelieving tone as they entered the elevator.

  “You’re so cynical.” Val grinned. She fought the urge to give him something else to think about. She’d like nothing better than to kiss the firm line of his mouth until it softened with desire. “Did you see anything suspicious outside?”

  His serious gaze met, and held hers as he shook his head. “I’ll feel better once we’re back in your place.”

  The bell went off; indicating they’d reached her floor. They got all the way to Val’s door before it dawned on her that she didn’t have the key. However, it didn’t surprise her when Chaz reached inside his front pocket and withdrew one. She already knew the man was very proficient.

  At everything he did.

  Chapter 7

  Chaz closed the door behind them and made sure it was locked. He hadn’t found anything suspicious, but he wasn’t ready to buy that some kid had pulled the fire alarm either. He didn’t believe in coincidences, and he always trusted his gut. Right now his gut was warning him not to let his guard down. He wasn’t sure if it was the result to any threat toward Val, or if he was the one in jeopardy, because the lady was definitely dangerous to his peace of mind and his libido.

  When he turned around, his gaze automatically fell on Val’s sexy backside as she walked at a casual pace down the hallway. He almost whistled his appreciation, but stopped himself. Was she putting that little extra sway in her hips on his account? He slipped the key back into his pocket and headed toward the sofa.

  “I hope your bed is comfortable,” she said over her shoulder.

  His gaze landed on the glimmering satin sheets that were in a color he could only describe as Pepto-Bismol pink. He’d yet to find a couch that could accommodate his frame, and with the satin sheets he’d nearly slipped off onto the floor twice, the night before.

  “Very,” he lied.

  She kicked off her sandals and then surprised him by pulling off her tee-shirt and letting it drift to the floor. His gaze narrowed on the graceful curve of her flawless back, where it tapered at her waist. Is this an invitation? She had just about reached her bedroom doorway. “Need any help getting out of those jeans?”

  Val paused in the threshold and turned her head to make eye contact. “I’ve never needed help getting out of my clothes. But I do have an itch you can help me with, that I can’t reach.” She disappeared into her room.

  A slow smile spread across Chaz’s face. He’d never fully recovered from that kiss they’d shared outside, and her enticing invitation sent his libido into overdrive. He kicked off his boots and reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head. He was halfway to her room when a wicked thought had him pivoting to the kitchen for an ice cube. He walked into her bedroom and nearly had heart failure.

  That’s what I like about Val, she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. She’d removed her jeans, and was leaning over the bed with her shapely bottom thrust up in the air. Resting her chin on the palm of her hand, the look of desire on her face caused as strong a response in his body as any aphrodisiac. The breath hissed through his teeth at the unexpected effect. Not because she made him hot, but from the speed at which lust had hijacked his senses.

  He pulled a couple of condoms out of his pocket before reaching for the snap to his jeans. The lazy look in her eyes followed his hand as he lowered his zipper slowly over his bulging cock. He liked the way Val’s gaze moved over him in a visual caress, adding fuel to the fire. As he slipped his jeans downward his cock sprang free, already standing at half-mast and glistening at the tip.

  Returning her sensual smile, Chaz walked to her. When she made a move to get up he put a hand against her lower back, letting her know without words that he wanted her to remain in that position. He took the melting ice cube between his lips and ran it up Val’s body, starting with the back of her leg. At first she tensed, then groaned when she realized what he was doing.

  “Nice.” Her tone was husky, and even though she was straining away from the ice cube Chaz knew that she was receiving pleasure as it glided along her flesh.

  He moved up the back of her thigh, over the tantalizing swell of her ass, and finally from the dimples at her lower back all the way up to her shoulders. By the time Chaz reached the back of Val’s neck the cube had melted, leaving a trail of glistening goose bumps.

  She shivered delicately. “You’re killing me.” She was breathing heavily. “Fuck me, Chaz.”

  “In good time.” He kissed the back of her shoulder, slipping his hands underneath her body to caress her breasts. At the same time he thrust his rock hard cock against her soft bottom.

  Val moaned and pushed her ass against him impatiently, letting him know she was ready, but Chaz had other plans before he fucked her sweet cunt. He wanted her wild; he wanted her begging him to take her. He kissed his way back down to her lower body, nipped her fleshy rump and the backs of her soft thighs. When he neared the sweet scented secrets between her quivering thighs, she arched her hips, and opened herself up to his encroaching lips.

  Chaz’s nostrils flared, taking in her musky essence, and he knew that he had to have a taste. His tongue touched the slit between her pussy lips, and easily slid past her labia and into the warm, slick channel beyond. Val released a little cry, and Chaz savored her reaction to his frozen tongue. Her body jerked forward but she couldn’t escape him.

  To ensure that she didn’t get away, he put his hands on her hips and held her tightly as he used his tongue like a cock. He fucked her mercilessly, taking time to lavish special attention on her pearl-sized clit until she was quaking uncontrollably beneath him. Within seconds, her hips were moving wildly and she was whimpering with ecstasy.

  “Chaz!”

  He knew she was close to climaxing, and he wanted to be inside her when it happened. He liked the way she squeezed and milked his shaft, and wanted to feel her coming. He patted the bed for one of the condoms he’d laid down earlier. Precious seconds were lost when he quickly tore the packet open, pulled the latex circle out, and rolled it down his shaft. Then his mouth returned to Val’s clit, drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard.

  “Oh…I’m coming!” she screamed, bucking wildly. “I’m coming!”

  Chaz pulled her to the edge of the bed and entered her from behind. Her cunt gripped his cock tightly, squeezing and releasing him with the powerful contractions from her orgasm. He grunted, fighting the urge to come too soon. But damn, it felt good! He was buried so deep that his balls were banging against her nether lips. Once the feeling to explode inside her pussy waned, he began to thrust slowly.

  “Oh, fuck, baby.” In spite of being slick with cum, she was still tight. He could feel his testicles swell and tighten against his body, a sure sign he didn’t have much time. Chaz forced himself to move as slowly as he could, but Val’s sweet cunt was lovingly squeezing him into an orgasm.

  “I like it hard,” she said against the bed, pushing her buttocks back against him with every thrust of his dick. “Please, Chaz!”

  He glanced down at Val. Her face was turned against the side of the bed so she could breath. She was flushed with color, a fine moisture glistening over her body. Each time he withdrew from her pussy, he watched his cock slowly sliding out of sight as he slid back in. He’d been willing to take it slow, to hold out as long as he could, but she wanted it hard and that called for speed.

  Taking hold of her hips Chaz began to pound into Val, pulling her back sharply with every thrust. He groaned with pleasure, the sound of his balls slapping against her flesh urging him to go faster. Val’s breathing became ragged, and her sounds of ecstasy, coupled with the tightening of her cunt muscles, pushed him over the side.

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  He released a long, guttural sound as pleasure rocked him to the core.

  Then Chaz slammed his cock home one last time, grinding his body tightly against Val’s ass while she milked him until he was drained. Some time later they moved into a more comfortable position on the bed, and let fatigue claim them.

  ****

  “Val, time to get up, honey.”

  “Noooo,” she moaned, not moving. “Is that the fire alarm again?” she mumbled into her pillow.

  Chaz chuckled. “No, the alarm clock. We have to get to the airport, remember? We’re heading to the Keys this morning.”

  She slowly turned her face to look at him. He was already dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling on his boots. He turned and their gazes met.

  “God, it seems like we just went to bed.” She yawned loudly, forcing herself to sit up. When Chaz glanced at her naked breasts she shook them. They swayed back and forth like melons. Watching the desire cloud his eyes, she grinned, and brought one breast up to her mouth, licking the nipple until it peaked.

  He groaned, but didn’t look away. “Shit, don’t do that to me now.”

  “Do what?” Val asked innocently. They’d fucked twice more during what was left of their short night, and she was feeling lazy and naughty, and surprisingly ready for another go around.

  “Tease me, baby. I don’t want to be late. Besides, my cock is sore.”

  Val burst out laughing, she couldn’t help it. She’d never received that complaint before. Was Chaz joking? She narrowed her gaze on him and tried to read his expression. Come to think of it, she was feeling slightly sore herself. He’d brought her to orgasm several times, but not until he’d pinched and sucked her clit, and banged her pussy until she was too exhausted to move.

  He finally grinned, and she knew he was kidding. “How much time do I have?” She worked her way through the twisted covers and got up.

  “We need to be out the door in half an hour.”

  “Good, I have time for a quick shower.” Val stopped in front of Chaz. He was still sitting on the bed, so they were about eye level.

  “I’ve never met a woman so comfortable in her own skin,” he remarked, slightly amused.

  “I’ve never met a man I can’t seem to get enough of,” she countered. Leaning forward, she kissed Chaz on his smooth lips. When she moved to draw back he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her to him.

  Her intentions of a short morning kiss turned into one long, smoldering attack of her senses. Val opened her mouth and sucked his tongue into hers. Before long the room was filled with the sounds of pleasure. Chaz was the one to pull away. He pushed Val back so he could get to his feet, turned her around, and slapped her on the rump.

  “Behave yourself, and go get your shower.”

  She glanced back at him one time before reaching the bathroom. The room was damp, and she could tell by the mist on the shower door that Chaz must have already taken a shower. The thought of him using her floral shampoo and soap drew a smile on her face. Then, remembering time was running out, she stepped into the shower and turned on the water.

  Under the spray of the water Val wondered what it was about Chaz that captivated her so much. A year ago she would have had a one-night stand with him and then sent him on his way without a second thought, never to see him again. He was a superior lover, and had no problems fulfilling her needs. Val liked to think she fulfilled his, too. Yet, she hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she couldn’t get enough of him.

  As she moved her hands over her body, soaping up and rinsing off, Val noticed how tender she was in some places. A pleasant ache that reminded her of Chaz kissing, sucking, and roughly caressing her body. Sometimes with tender passion, other times in a kind of lustful frenzy. Her pussy lips were swollen from the pounding they’d taken, her clit still oversensitive.

  Once Val left the shower, she quickly brushed her teeth and used the blow dryer on her hair, then she walked naked back to her bedroom. Her brows lifted with surprise when she saw the opened suitcase on the bed. How did he find that? There were some items in it all ready.

  Val stepped inside her closet and took inventory of what she wanted to wear and bring with her. She yanked a pretty sundress off a hanger, the perfect thing for the flight. It still had the tags on it, and after pulling them off she slipped it over her head.

  “Phone call.”

  She let out a small cry of surprise and swung around. Chaz was standing in the doorway, holding her cell phone out to her. I didn’t even hear it ring. “Who is it?” she asked, reaching for it.

  “Craig,” he said simply.

  Oh crap! For him to be calling this early her father must have told him what was happening. Val took the phone from Chaz, startled at the zap of awareness when their fingers touched.

  “Hello, Cra—”

  “Who the hell is answering your phone this early in the morning?”

  Her gaze locked onto the interested look in Chaz’s eyes. Didn’t Dad explain that he’d hired a bodyguard? “Calm down, Craig. Chaz is the bodyguard hired to babysit me. I hope Dad told you what’s going on because I don’t have time to go into it right now.”

  “Yeah, he called me late last night. You know you’d be safe here at my place.”

  Val knew he was just trying to be helpful. They’d been lovers for a long time, and friends even longer. All ancient history now. “That might be an option when we get back from the Keys.”

  Chaz scowled and shook his head vigorously, but the damage was done. Val shrugged and mouthed the words to him that it would be okay.

  “So you’re going down south. How long will you be gone?”

  “Craig, I’m not really supposed to say anything, and I trust that you won’t either.”

  “Of course not.” He sounded insulted that she would even mention it. “I’m worried about you. I just wish you’d stay closer to home.”

  Val smiled at the affection in his tone. “You know I didn’t take a real vacation during our entire engagement,” She saw Chaz’s brows lift when she said engagement, and she turned around, not wanting him to see her amusement over his reaction. “Well, Dad feels this is the perfect time to get away without causing any undo speculation. What happens afterwards I don’t know.”

  “Will you phone me when you get back?”

  “I promise. Now I have to go, Craig.”

  “Bye, sweetheart.”

  Smiling, Val flipped her phone closed and faced Chaz again. She could see on his face-he was going to blast her for slipping up and telling Craig where they were going. She held up her hand. “Before you yell at me, I’m sorry I slipped up. But Craig won’t say anything, he’s a good friend.”

  “With benefits, obviously. Is that what they’re calling fiancé’s now?” He stepped forward and picked up her left hand. “I didn’t think I’d seen a ring on your finger.” He practically tossed Val’s hand back at her. “I would never have touched you if I’d known you belonged to someone else.”

  His unexpected anger fed hers. “Oh, a womanizer with scruples.” She ignored the blaze of warning that flashed in his eyes. “That’s refreshing. And for your information, I don’t belong to anyone.”

  “That’s obvious based on your indiscretions.” He swung around and was gone before she could slap his face or respond to his comment.

  Val couldn’t understand why she didn’t just tell Chaz that she was no longer engaged to Craig, except that she’d always enjoyed the challenge of a good fight, even a verbal one and one, she would win. She supposed that was the trial lawyer coming out in her. The fact Chaz was bothered by the thought of her two-timing her supposed fiancé told her a lot about his character.

  She followed him. “If I didn’t know better, Mr. Evans, I’d say that you are jealous.” She decided to call it like she saw it. He stopped short, and she plowed right into him.

  “More like disappointed,” he barked, glaring down at her. “And we don’t have time for this.” He turned
and continued in the direction of the living room.

  It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him the truth, but his indifferent dismissal grated on Val, and her anger went up a notch. “Well, I have all the time in the world because I just decided that I’m not going to the Keys.” She slapped her hands onto her hips, wondering what his reaction would be to that.

  “Good. Because we’re not going to the Keys now.”

  His comment took her totally by surprise. “What? Why? I told you Craig won’t say anything.”

  “I’m not willing to take that chance, Val. Just as easily as you slipped up, so could he. You’re safety is a priority.” He picked up the phone that was on top of his duffel bag and flipped it opened. “Do you mind fixing coffee while I make some calls?”

  “Sure.” It was obvious that he didn’t want her around. Why, Val wondered. If it had anything to do with her, she had a right to know. If we’re not going to the Keys, then where are we going? She doubted they would remain in her apartment all weekend.

  As she pulled out the items to make a pot of coffee, she turned on the small TV that was on the kitchen counter to listen to the news. Maybe there would be something on Hal Cramer.

  Chapter 8

  Chaz was steaming inside, as he made the necessary calls to cancel their flight, and hotel accommodations in Key West. He wasn’t angry about having to make new plans, he didn’t care about that. He was furious that he’d let himself get involved with Val in the first place. He should have kept his libido in check, and his cock in his pants. He’d never gotten involved with a client before, but he’d known as soon as he got the call from her father that things were going to be different with them.

  Meeting her for the first time at his brother’s house a month before had whet his interest in her from the start. Instinct, and the way she avoided his gaze, revealed she was just as attracted to him. That evening had been the beginning of a lifestyle change for Chaz, though he hadn’t recognized his reason for it at the time. All of a sudden, his usual variety of women didn’t seem as appealing to him anymore.