SUCCUBI LIKE IT HOT

by Jill Myles

  “I do.” Zane gave a soft laugh, and it sent a bolt of longing through me. Damn, I missed him. “Well, say hi to Noah for me, Princess. I guess I’ll have to wait for another day to steal you away from him.”

  “Noah’s not here,” I said, rubbing my thumb on the side of my BlackBerry. “I’ve got someone new with me.” I glanced over at Luc’s handsome, lean profile.

  As if on cue, Luc took one hand off the steering wheel and put it on my thigh. His fingers kneaded my flesh suggestively as he looked over at me.

  A slight whimper of desire escaped my throat. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes.

  “Someone new?” The tone of Zane’s voice became guarded. “Anyone I know?”

  My hearing grew distant, my mind distracted as Luc’s long fingers caressed my flesh. He’d turned his eyes back to the road, but his fingers continued their easy massaging of my flesh, and it was distracting the heck out of me. “Someone really hot,” I said dreamily into the phone, my breath coming in short bursts. “I should probably go.”

  Luc glanced over at me again, and his thumb grazed the inside of my thigh. “You should definitely go,” he said, that hint of French accent in his voice melting my resolve.

  “Jackie,” Zane said warningly, all amusement gone from his voice. “Tell me who you’re with. You need to be carefu—”

  “See you later, Zane,” I said, and ended the call.

  That magical thumb brushed along the inside of my thigh again. “Is that your boyfriend on the phone?” Luc’s voice was cool with amusement. “He is worried that you are here with me, non?”

  “Ex-boyfriend,” I said, my hand sliding over his to stop that maddening circle he was doing with his thumb. “And I don’t care about what he wants right now.”

  “Bien,” said Luc. “Neither do I.”

  Gravel crunched under the car’s tires and I stared out the windshield, realizing that Luc had pulled the car over to the side of the highway. He had pulled off at an exit, and I could see a gas station amid the trees a couple hundred yards ahead, the yellow light of the sign bright in the distance. Over where we were parked, though, it was quiet and dark, the car nearly hidden from the road by the tree branches hanging overhead.

  Luc turned the key in the ignition and the lights died, and the world grew dark and silent between us. The only sound was my rapid breathing. His thumb ran along the soft skin of my thigh again. “Will it upset your boyfriend that you are here with me, chérie? Alone?” He made the word alone sound very suggestive, and I knew what he meant.

  My mysterious swarthy stranger was giving me an out. If I said something, he’d lift his hand off my thigh and we’d go on our merry way. If I didn’t—well, even the most oblivious of succubi could guess where this would lead.

  I studied Luc in the darkness of the car. He was a stranger. Stranger danger, stranger danger, my mind kept chanting, but the Itch overrode all sense. I needed sex, I needed it as quickly as possible, and Luc was easy on the eyes.

  Damn easy on the eyes. He looked very different from both Zane and Noah. Both of them had the wide shoulders and strong upper body meant to carry wings. Luc was more slender, streamlined—though still sexy and masculine by my book. Elegant rather than overpowering. His eyes looked dark in the starlight and his lean face studied mine, as if he were making the same assessment about me. There was something different about his features—a tilt to his eyes and a grace to his cheekbones that made me think he wasn’t native to . . . well, Hell. Like I had a clue where he was from?

  “You’re French?” I blurted out. It suddenly mattered to me that I pin him down and figure out what he was.

  “I come from everywhere,” he said, with a hint of a smile. “My family comes from a long line of gypsies.”

  “Gypsies?” I echoed. Modern-day gypsies? How weird.

  How very, very hot. The haze of desire clogged my brain, fogging my thoughts and making my focus shrink to a very small portion of the world—the space between us in the car.

  I tossed my phone to the floor of the car and slid closer to Luc, my mind made up. He said nothing as I slid over, merely watched me with a hint of an amused smile playing at his mouth.

  My hand slid onto his thigh and I squeezed it. Lean or not, he was packing enough muscle to make me shiver with delight at the discovery. He smiled at me then, his hand sliding over mine and rubbing it, a silent encouragement. Now that the initiation was set, he’d let me be the aggressor.

  I rather liked that. “If we do this, we do it by my rules,” I said, eyeing him hotly.

  “Agreed, chérie.”

  I slid over closer until my thigh was pressing against his. He hadn’t moved a muscle, still leaning back and regarding me as I approached. I smiled, then, and leaned over his lap. My breasts brushed against his thigh and my long, curly hair played over his legs. I ducked my head under the steering wheel. The faint sound of him sucking in a breath made me tingle with pleasure. Casual though he might pretend to be, he was into this, too.

  My hand reached under the seat and I hit the release. The entire seat fell backward another half foot rapidly, jerking us both and startling Luc. “Let me fix it,” he began.

  “Don’t,” I said softly, and sat up. There was now enough room between him and the steering wheel for me, and I flung a leg over him and moved onto his lap. It was a tight fit, but that suited our purpose just perfectly.

  We both inhaled at the same time as my body settled onto his. My hips bore down on his at the junction of his thighs. The hard length of his cock slid against my apex in just about the most perfect way possible, and I rubbed against him, delighting in the feel. The steering wheel pressed against my lower back, forcing my hips hard against his, and I leaned forward, my breasts in his face.

  The sudden desire to strip down and writhe on his lap struck me, and the mental image was so delicious that I peeled my T-shirt over my head. His hands slid to my back, holding me steady as I pulled it off and tossed it on the seat.

  Luc leaned forward then, his hands reaching up and tangling in my hair and pulling my face down to his for a kiss.

  The intimacy of that bothered me, and I pulled back. “No,” I said. “Kiss later. Help me undress now.” Maybe that would distract him. Lord knew it was distracting me. I took his hands and pulled them to my flesh again, guiding them up the column of my back until they touched my bra. “Help me take it off,” I said.

  He pressed his face between the mounds of my breasts, and I felt his tongue lick the valley between them. “Your body is perfect, ma belle. I could not get it out of my mind, the feel of it beneath my hands.”

  His words brought a rush of exciting memories to mind, of being stroked and soothed and petted over every inch of my skin as I lay on the hotel bed, quiescent beneath him. Oh yes. I’d liked that very much.

  Luc nipped at the swell of my breast even as he unhooked my bra, eliciting a whimper of delight from me. His mouth slid over the swell, caressing it with his lips as he worked the lacy garment off my shoulders and then tossed it to the side.

  I rotated my hips against his, feeling very naughty as I straddled him, topless in the moonlight. The car windows were fogging with the heat of our breath, and I felt like a schoolgirl about to get caught making out with her boyfriend in the backseat.

  He bit at the swell of my breast again, then looked up at me. “Your move, ma belle.”

  “Put your hands on me,” I said softly, reaching for his soft cotton shirt. I toyed with it, teasing his nipples through the thin fabric. “Touch me like you did last night.”

  A groan arose as my fingers teased his nipple, and his hands slid over my bare arms, massaging them with his palms. Heavens, that felt nice. I gave a soft sigh of pleasure and stroked his chest in time with the gentle touches he gave me. His hands slid around to my back, and he stroked them up and down my spine in a languid fashion. Every time his hands descended close to my ass, I’d raise my hips up and down, mimicking the motion. It was driving me crazy.
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  His hands pushed me forward suddenly, and I collapsed against Luc’s chest, my breasts falling against his face again. He pinned me against him, his hands holding me tight as he nuzzled against my breasts, and his mouth latched on to one of my nipples.

  I gasped in delight, my hips cresting in response as the sensation took over. God, but he was good with that mouth. His teeth played with my nipple, rolling it against his tongue and biting down just hard enough to make me cry out. He teased the taut peak until I was squirming against him, locked in his arms, and then he switched to the other breast to begin the same maddening, delicious process all over again.

  “Do you like that, ma belle?” He grazed the nipple with his teeth and gazed up at me with hot eyes. Luc’s hips rose under mine, reminding me of what we were barreling toward. “Do you like my lips upon your beautiful body?”

  As wonderful as his lips were, I wanted him to talk less. When he spoke, it made me realize that I was betraying Zane and Noah with my actions. If he was silent, I could just revel in the sensation and think about things later. So I simply brushed the tip of my breast back into his mouth in a silent urge.

  He took the cue, capturing the peak again and sucking hard, flicking his tongue against the tip, his eyes focused up on me. It was oddly erotic to watch him suck on my breast, feeling his hips moving under mine.

  The sucking stopped and his mouth released the sensitive tip. Exposed to the air, it tightened as the rush of cool air touched my skin. He blew on the peak, then touched it with his fingers. I moaned again, wiggling in his lap.

  “Answer me,” he breathed against my skin, his lips hovering close to my nipple. Close enough to tantalize me, far enough to drive me mad. “I want to hear you say it.”

  Frustrated and needing, I put my hand over his mouth and rotated my hips again suggestively. “This is my party,” I said softly.

  That lit a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Is it, ma belle?” He put his hands around my waist and lifted me off of him, sliding me back onto the passenger side of the seat.

  My arms and legs seemed to be everywhere all at once, and I flattened on my stomach, trying to adjust myself in the cramped confines of the car. Confused, I tried to sit up.

  He was undressing, ripping his shirt off his body posthaste. Then his hands wrapped around my waist again and I yelped in surprise as I slid back into his lap, this time facing the steering wheel. His hard cock pressed against my ass and Luc grasped my hips again, then separated my legs so I was straddling him again, my legs splayed over his. I gasped, clutching at the steering wheel to hold myself steady as the new sensations swam over me.

  Oh, this was very, very nice, too.

  My shorts and panties still separated the two of us, and I knew he still wore his pants—his clothed legs were hot and hard under mine. But it didn’t seem to matter much as his hands roamed over my back again, sliding over the bare skin and throwing my long, thick hair over my shoulder. Then, both of his hands reached around my front and grasped my breasts, kneading them roughly.

  I moaned loudly at that, leaning backward against him. My nipples were trapped between his fingers, and he coaxed them even as he kneaded my flesh.

  His hips jerked against mine, driving that hard, cloth-covered length against the spread of my legs. “Tell me that you like it, ma belle.” The aching nubs of my breasts were teased again, coaxed into points as my bare back slid against his chest. The friction of our bare flesh against each other was erotic as hell, and I moaned again, low in my throat. He stopped, his hands frozen on my breasts.

  I writhed in his lap, knowing what he wanted. I wouldn’t give it to him, either. This would be on my terms. I wouldn’t beg—I’d demand. “Touch me again.”

  He did, though not in the way I expected. Instead, one of his hands slid down the front of my stomach, sliding to the waistband of my shorts and unbuttoning them. His other hand flicked my nipple again, reminding me.

  Then his hand slid into my waistband and past my panties, his fingers digging into my flesh as he searched for the hot folds that covered my sex. They slid against my overheated, damp flesh, eliciting a strangled moan from me and a groan of delight from him. “You are so wet for me, ma belle.” His fingers stroked down my cleft again, a long, deep stroke even as he pinched my nipple. “So wet and hot.”

  When his fingers fluttered over my clit and then moved on, I lost my death-grip on the steering wheel and placed my hands over his and guided him back. “Now, Luc.” I leaned back against him again, my hips jerking in response. “Touch me there again.”

  My entire body tensed as he seemed to hesitate over the spot, his actions driving me wild. Then, he circled my clit with one long fingertip. Once, twice. I felt him kiss my shoulder softly, then nip at the side of my neck.

  I shattered. Rocking against his hand, feeling his teeth graze against my collarbone, I felt the orgasm roll over me and I cried out loudly with the intense release. He continued to rub against my clit, letting me ride the wave of the extended orgasm as my hips rocked against his, and he whispered against my neck in French.

  “Oh, my God,” I panted, rolling my hips against him one last time as he slid his fingers over my flesh. That was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had, and to think that I’d had it with a veritable stranger was almost shameful. Almost. The burning, obsessive yearning of the Itch was gone, though, and my body felt lazy and warm.

  Luc kissed the back of my neck again and thrust against my spread hips, still whispering in French.

  That jerked me back to reality, and I blinked for a few times, struggling to right myself.

  I was sprawled in a stranger’s lap, his hands still down my panties as we steamed up his car. And I still hadn’t made it to New Orleans. And while I frolicked with the sexy Luc, Remy and Noah were languishing in jail.

  I slid off Luc’s lap, reaching for my shirt. I needed to get dressed, recover for a minute, clear my head, and think. Fresh air. Definitely needed fresh air.

  He reached for me again, jerking me back against him. “Jackie, ma belle,” he growled against my ear, his fingers searching my shorts for my clit again. “Not yet, my sweet.” Luc nudged his erection against me again, reminding me that one of us hadn’t had our fill.

  For some reason, that annoyed me. I squirmed away, prying his hand out of my pants and sliding down the car seat. I glared at him as I panted for breath. “Stop it.”

  He gave me a burning look, his mouth thinning to a slash. “What are you doing?”

  I jerked my shirt over my head, ignoring my bra. No time for trivialities right now. “You said we’d do things my way, right?”

  “Oui.” One single, clipped syllable.

  Good. He remembered. “Well, we just did it my way. I’m done now.” I tried to keep the smile on my face. “Thanks—it was awesome.” I dug around on the floorboard, reaching for my purse.

  He stared at me for a moment, then barked a laugh. “You are quite the little fucking cock tease, Jackie.” There was a scary undercurrent to his voice that I didn’t like. “Do you find this amusing? To leave me like this?” He gestured at the erection that strained against the front of his pants.

  “Not amusing, no,” I said, clutching my purse to me. What to say now? I still needed to get to New Orleans, and he was massively pissed at me.

  His eyes had gone cold and hard, his shoulders heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Luc’s glare was intense, and his eyes never lifted from my face. That cold stare frightened me like nothing before, not even Zane in his most vampiric moments. There was something about Luc that made my skin crawl at times, and now was one of those times. My internal tuning fork was twanging like mad.

  Something about Luc was bad news.

  His hands clenched into fists, and he watched me, waiting.

  Desperate for an excuse, I looked around the car. The yellow light of the gas station gleamed in the distance, and with it, I had an idea.

  “Condoms,” I said suddenly. “I don’t hav
e any condoms.” I pointed at the gas station. “We need to get some.” I hoped my smile didn’t look as fake as it felt.

  He ran a hand down his face and then reached for me again. “You do not need condoms.”

  Crap, did he know my secret? I decided to bluff, letting him run his hand over my front again. “Yes I do,” I said, trying to stay focused as he roamed over my body. “I don’t want to get pregnant.” My stomach growled in the silence, and I added, “And I want something to eat. We haven’t eaten in hours.” Which was, like, a record for a succubus.

  Luc gave me a hard look. “Condoms,” he agreed, though the dangerous edge was still in his voice. “Then you come back and we finish this.”

  I nodded, then leaned in to give him the kiss he’d seemed to want so badly earlier. It only added fuel to my feeling that there was something wrong with him. The kiss felt . . . odd. It would have been an amazing kiss if it had been Noah or Zane to give it to me. But the taste of him was slightly . . . off. I hid my distaste, smiling at him to break the tension. “Yum,” I lied. “I’ll be back to get me some more of that.” I stroked my hand along his cock to emphasize my point.

  His eyes flared again. “Hurry,” he gritted.

  “Right. I’ll hurry,” I said as I opened the car door and slid out, my purse clutched to me.

  The night air hit me like a brick wall—bracing and windy, it was just the wake-up I needed as I emerged from the steamy car. With my head clear, I picked my way through the gravel and headed toward the gas station in the distance, not looking back. My ears strained to hear the sound of other footsteps on the gravel, or the thunk of Luc’s shoes on the road, but there was nothing but my own panting breath and the sound of crickets chirping in the trees.

  That little episode had just taken a turn in ways I didn’t want to think about. Maybe if I lingered in the store long enough, Luc would calm back down and we could finish our drive without it being awkward.

  I mean, sure, I’d used him, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t set himself up for it. He’d said he’d play by my rules. My rules involved relief for Jackie but not relief for Luc. Tough nuts.