Heart of Steele

by Randi Alexander

  That was her, always pretending. Drifting away from real life to live in a world of her own creation. Steele in a disguise? Not very likely.

  She used the hairbrush, and decided to wait to shower. Coffee first.

  Cracking open her door, she listened for a few seconds. No sounds. When she stepped out into the hallway, the smell of freshly-brewed java snuck into her nostrils, making her mouth water. The smell disappeared as she walked toward the kitchen. Turning, she headed back toward the open double-doors to Steele’s bedroom. The scent grew stronger.

  Stepping into his space, her eyes landed on his bed. The brown quilt was thrown back, and cream-colored sheets looked all rumpled. Sexy. She inhaled the manly scent of the room; a combination of his designer sandalwood cologne, and rough, musky man.

  “You can come all the way in.” He sat on one end of the sectional sofa, a guitar in his lap, a notebook on the cushion next to him. He gestured toward a small kitchen area tucked into a closet space. “Coffee. Help yourself. There’s cereal, yogurt and fruit in the fridge.” The closet doors had been closed yesterday, and she hadn’t wanted to peek into his private space.

  Beside the refrigerator, a microwave, a dishwasher, and sink, lined the wall. All nicer than the ones in her apartment.

  “Thanks. Just coffee for now.” She found a cup and poured it full, then carried the pot to where he sat. “Can I warm you up?” A phrase from her days as a waitress.

  His eyes darkened and his mouth opened.

  “Your coffee, Mr. McLairn.”

  A half-grin curved his lips and he held out his cup. “Please.”

  She poured and walked back to the little kitchen, her toes curling into the thick carpet. “I can’t believe you have a kitchen in your bedroom.”

  “Doesn’t everyone?”

  Laughing, Tracy strolled to the small window overlooking the pool. “Some of us don’t, no. Shocking, isn’t it?”

  “It is.” He set down his guitar and coffee cup and joined her, looking down into the big space. “We’ll have to do something about that. Maybe a fundraiser?”

  She smiled at him. “You do a lot of those. You’re always championing a cause.”

  He stared out. “It’s the least I can do.” Taking her hand, his demeanor changed dramatically as his face lit, making him look ten years younger. “C’mon. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

  She held her cup tightly and jogged after him. Into the bathroom. “A surprise? In here?”

  He stopped at the bathtub. “Ready to soak?” He turned on the faucets and a river of water rushed into the sparkling tub. Picking up one of the seven brightly colored bottles, he read, “Grapefruit mango?” His face twisted as he looked at her.

  She set her cup in a holder on the corner of the tub. “Still not hungry.” The purple bottle next to her cup said lilac. “This one.” Reaching for it, she stopped. “Unless you...” Did he plan to bathe with her?

  “No.” He pulled her close, sliding his hands down her back, creating wild tingles along her skin. “This is all you. Just relax and enjoy it.”

  She lifted onto her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”

  His eyelids lowered and he stared at her. “You’re making me change my mind.”

  Laying her palm on his chest, she let his warmth seep into her skin. “It’ll happen, Steele.” Heat bloomed in her cheeks. “We both want this.” She stepped back and bit her lip. “But we can’t let all that water go to waste.” The tub was over half full. Turning she ran out of the room. “Let me grab my things.”

  His laughter followed her to her room.

  Twenty minutes later, Tracy’s world was wet, steamy, and lilac-scented. She’d gone for bubbles instead of the whirlpool jets, and a thick layer covered the water. Her fingers looked like pale prunes. She’d stepped into the shower first, washing her hair and shaving everything. Everything. Piling her hair on her head, she’d soaked and dreamed and pretended this was her everyday life.

  Her mother had always told her that her pretending would only be useful if she was on stage. And now, she was. Doing what she’d promised herself she’d accomplish. Movies. The world that fascinated her as much as it confused her. So many people with egos and eccentricities. Actors who would do absolutely anything to get a part. A cutthroat business where a person could be your friend one day, and your worst enemy the next.

  And then there was Steele. Solid, just like his name. Grounded and honest. Generous and thoughtful. She could pretend they were a couple, couldn’t she? Just for a few days. Her fantasies of him started long before they met, but doubled in intensity after Reno and Chase introduced them in LA nearly a year ago.

  Working with him on his music video had been a test of her acting skills. She’d been hired as “cool and flirty woman,” when her sexual attraction to Steele made her want to jump him and whisper naughty suggestions into his ear.

  A knock sounded, and the door opened an inch. “I’m going outside. Need anything before I go?”

  She brushed her hand over her breast and squeezed her legs together. The combination sent pings of desire racing between her nipple and her core.

  She wanted him.

  “There is one thing, Steele.” Her voice came out slow and breathy.

  The door opened another inch. “Yeah?”

  “Could you come in?” Her heart thudded in her chest. This was it. It would happen right now. Her...and Steele McLairn. Finally!

  He pushed open the door and stepped in, keeping his face turned away. “You need a towel?”

  “Nope.” Tracy licked her lips. He’d showered, his hair was wet, and he wore sporty nylon pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Every muscle showed through the shirt, and the front of his pants had a definite bulge going strong.

  “More coffee? Water?”

  “Nope.”

  He stood so still, she could barely see him breathing. “You just want me to stand here so you can stare at me?” He glanced at her, then away quickly.

  “Steele.” She stood, letting the water and bubbles slide down her body.

  He turned to face her, his eyes staying above her neck at first, then slowly gliding down her body.

  Where his gaze touched, sparks flew and tingles raced. She lifted a hand and crooked her finger at him. “Join me?”

  He jerked as if voltage ran through him. “God yeah, Tracy.”

  Chapter Seven

  Tracy shivered as she stood in warm water up to her knees. Anticipation puckered her nipples and clenched deep inside her.

  In seconds, he’d taken off his shirt and pants, and had his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his black underwear. His bulge pushed the fabric tight, far, far out in front of his hips. He was a big one. “You sure?” His eyes narrowed as his body tensed.

  “I’m sure.” She tried to smile, but waves of lust radiated from her core and made conscious movement impossible.

  He stripped off his underwear and strode toward her. Hard, long, and thick, his cock bobbed with each step. The mushroom-shaped head begged for her to suck it. “You look at me that way, I’m not gonna have much restraint, sugar.”

  “Good. I want you that way.” She reached for him as he stepped into the tub, and she slid her wet body along his dry, hard one. Against her belly, his shaft pressed hot and demanding.

  His hands caressed her shoulders, down her arms, as his breathing became faster. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

  Tracy slicked her dripping palms over his big shoulders, down his arms, loving the corded muscles as they flexed with his movements.

  He touched her hips where they barely flared, then cupped her ass cheeks. She wasn’t lush and curvy like Reno, but he seemed to like her the way she was.

  “You’re perfect.” He kissed her, his tongue gliding along hers, twisting with it. Pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, he threaded his fingers into her hair, nearly pulling it loose from the clip holding it up. “I’ve wanted you, Tracy, for a while, now.”

 
; His words sent fresh shivers along her flesh.

  He kissed her jaw, her neck, then slowly lower until he took the peak of her breast into his mouth.

  Tracy grabbed his hair, holding on as he suckled her and nipped at her. Tingles of desire raced to her belly and lower, heating her and swelling the tender flesh between her legs.

  His hand slid down her back to caress her bottom, his fingers moving lower, exploring deeper. Arching her back, she opened herself to his probing touch.

  Releasing her nipple, he kissed a trail to her other breast and licked it, circling kisses until he took her peak between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue.

  Her hips jerked and she cried out, the sound echoing on the tiles.

  Using his fingertips, he explored her anal opening, rubbing softly. He stroked lower, along her bare pussy lips.

  Her legs quivered, the need to wrap them around him nearly making her stumble.

  Steele nibbled his way down her belly, knelt, and nuzzled the tender spot just above her mound. He lifted her leg and eased it onto his shoulder. “Hang on to me, sugar.”

  Sliding one hand from his hair to his shoulder, she propped herself up. Under her palm, his muscles bunched and his skin felt so hot, she was surprised the water on her hand didn’t sizzle.

  Leaning back, he looked at her and licked his lips.

  Spread wide for him, quivers raced along her pussy lips and deep into her core.

  His breathing quickened and cooled her as it puffed against her wet folds. “You are incredibly sexy, Tracy. That was the first thing I noticed about you.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of her mound. “You have a way of enticing a man.”

  “No, not just a man.” She swallowed. “You, Steele. Only you.” It was true. She’d never felt a sexual pull as strong as the one he unleashed in her.

  “Jeez.” He nuzzled his lips along her slit. “You make me feel like...” He groaned and lapped at the juices she could feel dripping from her core. The hand cupping her ass tightened, tipping her hips for better access.

  With wild, open-mouthed kisses, he tasted all of her he could reach, back further than she’d let any man go, but Steele, she trusted with everything. As he licked her anus and speared it with the tip of his tongue, Tracy’s thighs tightened as an urgent ache contracted the muscles of her canal.

  His free hand slid along the bottom of her thigh until his fingers brushed her pussy opening. “So slick, sugar.” Those gorgeous gray-green eyes looked up at her face. “The way you respond to me is so damn hot.” Something changed in his eyes. “Tracy.” He pressed his lips to her mound and dove his tongue inside, finding her clit and tweaking it rapidly. His fingers parted her pussy lips and pressed inward, upward, filling her as he slid them all the way in.

  The combination blew hot sparks up her spine to sizzle in her brain. Her hips jerked in a rapid motion, and he followed her lead to plunge his fingers in and pull them out, following her rhythm.

  His lips settled around her clit and sucked softly, his tongue thrashing to some wild pattern that hit every nerve and sucked away her ability to breath.

  When one of his fingers slid back to touch her anal opening, she let loose, her core clenched around his fingers, heat flooded her, burning red behind her eyelids as the climax blew through her brain, numbing her to everything but his touch. The cry echoing in the room had to be hers, but her mind ceased to recognize anything but the pleasure he gave her.

  When she sucked in a breath and her brain cells slowly began working again, she opened her eyes to watch Steele licking her pussy lips clean of her honey.

  “Sugar sweet.” As he sucked his fingers, his gaze met hers. “This is my new favorite treat.”

  A smile broke across her face. He had such a way with words. “Available any time you get hungry.”

  He laughed, stood, and tugged her against him.

  She relaxed into his strong arms and he set her in the warm water. A chill ran along her skin as her tingling nerve endings warmed.

  Lying next to her, he cradled her head on his arm. “Thank you, Tracy. For letting me taste you.”

  She ran her hand over his chest, playing in the light hairs between his pecs and down his belly. “Thank you for showing me how much I needed that.” She met his gaze. “Needed you.” In his arms, in his house, she felt safe, as though nothing bad could reach her.

  His fingers traced her jaw and drifted down her throat. “Wanna do it again?” His eyes gleamed and a crooked smile curved his mouth.

  The back of her hand brushed his cock. She licked her lips. “Your turn, now.” She wrapped her fingers around his rock-hard penis.

  He jerked and closed his eyes, stacking his hands behind his head and leaned back, a wicked grin on his face.

  Under the water, his shaft was slick and hot, and she stroked him, twisting her hand and brushing her thumb over his knob. But she didn’t want to just use her hand on him, she had to taste him.

  Tracy sat up and reached for the drain plug.

  “We done already?”

  “I want you in my mouth, not just in my hand.”

  His eyelids drooped and he let out a quiet groan. “Sounds like a chocolate commercial.”

  Running her hands along his legs, she puckered her lips. “Or do you want to go into the other room?”

  “Uh uh. This is your bath. I don’t want to cut it short.” He flattened his palms on the ledge of the tub, pulled himself up, and settled in the wide corner, his feet and calves still in the water. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he locked his gaze with hers. “This work for ya?”

  Damn, the man was gorgeous. Muscled calves and thighs, his ball sac heavy below his big, dripping-wet cock.

  Tracy crawled through the water and bubbles toward him. “It’ll work.” She nibbled on the inside of his knee then kissed along his inner thigh, closer to where he held his cock for her. Sexy as sin, just looking at him gave her belly that hot, lovely ache that needed to be filled with all seven thick inches of him.

  When she turned her head to his other thigh and left a trail of kisses away from his groin, he bonked her on the head with his staff.

  “Hey.” His voice cracked. “You forgot something.”

  A giggle rippled out of her. “You’re not only sexy...” She bit his thigh lightly, leaving a red mark. “You’re hilarious, too.”

  “Just think of me as sexy, sugar. I don’t need you picturing me in a clown suit.”

  She froze. “Oh hell, now I’m picturing you in a clown suit.”

  He released his cock and dropped his head back against the wall. “Damn.”

  She took the opportunity to shock him by taking half his cock into her mouth and sucking.

  He shuddered. “Damn.” This time the word rolled low and slow.

  Hot and iron-hard, his cock smelled like lilac bubble bath, but tasted like the naughtiest temptation ever put before her. Massaging his thighs with her hands, she sucked him, taking him deeper with each bob of her head.

  When his breathing grew ragged, she eased her mouth off of him, twirled the tip of her tongue along his slit, then down the bottom, along the big vein that ran to the base. His balls were drawn up tighter, but still hanging loose from the hot water.

  She sucked at one, but it was too big to fit into her mouth, so she licked circles on every inch of it, dipping her head and sneaking laps underneath, as well.

  “Aw, sugar.” Deep and throaty, his words sent shivers to pucker her breasts and clench at her core.

  Taking her time with his other nut, she nuzzled her nose into the space between his balls. Now she could smell him, a masculine musk that made her mouth water. She got serious, kneeling between his legs, taking his knob into her mouth and running her tongue in hungry circles around his head.

  The salty taste of his pre-cum hit her and she licked his slit slowly, looking for more.

  “You’re gonna make me shoot any second if you keep doin’ that.”

  Letting his cock drop
from her mouth, she gathered handfuls of water and splashed it on her breasts. Leaning close to him, she slid his shaft between her slick tits. “How about this? Better?”

  When her gaze met his, the power behind his stare dizzied her. His teeth clenched and his breath hissed between them. “Anything...” His eyes closed for a second as a shiver raced through him. “Anything you do is too hot for me to handle.”

  She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Never had anyone given her so much power over them. She knew what she wanted to do for him.

  Cupping more water in her hand, she lifted it and poured it over her breasts, pressed against the sides of them until she had him tight in the valley of her breasts. She started to move. Sliding him nearly out the bottom, she leaned in to take him along her skin until her chest hit his groin.

  His cock head poked her in the chin, and she licked the head as she backed off again, sliding him out.

  “Aw jeez.” The words shot out of him. His hands gripped the ledge of the tub and his breath panted.

  Tracy moved faster, the slurping sounds as he glided through her valley became rhythmic. Each time his cock shot out the top of her breasts, she took him into her mouth and sucked.

  He held on, his body tensed. Was he holding back? Not letting himself climax? She worked herself harder against him, moving faster, and creating waves in the tub that sloshed against the side. When she added a tiny scrape of her teeth along his shaft as it rushed into her mouth, he stopped breathing for long moments.

  “That’s cheating. Too much for me to...” She felt his cock swell even thicker and his body shook as thick ropes of cum blasted from his slit, coating her lips as she took him into her mouth and sucked greedily at the salty cream.

  His shout echoed around the room and his hips jutted upward with each of her downward strokes.

  Sliding him out of her mouth, she let another blast of his cum coat her breasts and chest. He pumped into her and she took him with her whole body, loving how he let go of himself, let her have control.

  With a whole-body shudder, he stilled, his cock pulsing between her breasts.