Heart of Steele

by Randi Alexander

  Tracy released him and used a finger to gather up some of his cum from her chin. She gave him a hot look and licked her finger.

  “Aw, fuck.”

  She scooped up a handful of water and washed his ejaculate from her face.

  He grabbed her arms and pulled her close, leaning so his face was right in front of hers. “Tracy.” His eyes scanned her face. “Amazing, sugar. I can’t remember ever coming that hard.”

  She pressed her palms to his sides, feeling his cool skin. “You taste so good.” She licked her lips.

  He tilted his head and pressed his lips to hers, opening her mouth with his tongue, and taking a breath-sucking kiss from her.

  She fed her own craving for him, tangling her tongue with his, sucking it deeper, tasting his unique flavor mixed with coffee and fruit. She ended the kiss. “You’re cold.” Cupping his butt, she urged him back into the tub. And squeezed his firm ass a few times for fun.

  “Grabbing a feel, huh?” He slid in, his legs on each side of her, and turned her so her back was against his chest. Lifting one long leg, he turned on the hot water with his toes.

  She tipped her head back against his shoulder and relaxed as he wrapped his arms around her. As the water poured into the tub, the heat swirled around her. “Mmmm. This is decadent.”

  “Yeah.” He kissed her neck. “Now I know why I never used this tub. I needed you here to show me the proper usage.”

  “Really?” She turned her head to look at him. “You’ve never used this tub?”

  He shrugged. “Not a tub kind of guy.” He nibbled on the shell of her ear. “Until today.” He whispered the words, hot in her ear. “But my architect insisted it would come in handy someday.” He sucked her earlobe. “But I never knew how amazing it would be...with the right woman.”

  A delicious shiver rippled through her. Steele wasn’t a man to say things he didn’t mean, and it warmed her heart to know she’d touched him as deeply as he’d touched her. She took a breath and rolled her eyes. She needed to remember this was just a long weekend, not forever.

  He turned off the water and they soaked in silence. His hands slid from her stomach to her hips, up her sides, and back to her stomach again, over and over, the pattern making her sleepy.

  “It’s good having you here.” The words rattled in his chest, vibrating against her back.

  She could almost pretend his words meant more, meant that she fit into his world, but she had to make this less serious. “You’ve been a great host, considering how I got the invitation to come here.”

  He chuckled, shaking her and sending ripples over the water. “You’ve gotta love it for a ‘how’d you two start dating’ story.”

  Except, no one would ever know about them. The thought of leaving this place for good and kissing Steele goodbye, dropped her stomach like a boulder. She’d make the most out of the time they had together. Wiggling her backside closer to him, she jiggled herself against his man parts.

  In seconds, his hardening cock pushed against her lower back. “What do you want, sugar?” That sexy low voice of his made her breath catch.

  “I’m ready to get out and see what happens on dry land.” In his bed.

  “Yeah.” He stood behind her and helped her up. “Let’s go see what fun we can create.” Steele stepped out and helped her out, then grabbed a big white towel and dried her off. Every inch of her, slowly, finding all her sweet spots and spending long moments there. By the time he was done, he was completely dry, too.

  He took her hand and they walked into the bedroom. The smell of coffee filled the room, and he’d set out a big plate of berries.

  Her stomach rumbled. She touched it and smirked at him. “I think I need some energy food.”

  Gesturing to the bar, he wandered away. “Help yourself. I’ll be right back.” Watching him jog down the spiral staircase to his man cave, she was glad he didn’t try the fireman’s pole without any clothes on. “Ouch.”

  Tracy found a tub of yogurt, put a few dollops in a bowl, added a bunch of the berries, and leaned against the counter, eating. He kept it warm in here. Her apartment was always cold in the winter.

  Steele came back upstairs. “I’d left the skimmer on.” He winked. “Wanted the pool ready in case we decide to get back into the water today.” He held out his hand. “C’mon. You can eat in bed.” He got her settled with pillows behind her and went back to the bar. He carried the plate of fruit with him, set it next to her on the bed, and climbed in beside her. Plucking a big, ripe strawberry, he bit into it, his white teeth shining against the ruby fruit.

  She swallowed the mouthful of yogurt. She’d like to rub that all over him and spend a day licking it off.

  “There’s that wicked look again.” He held the strawberry to her lips. “Is it for me or for this?”

  As she took a bite, a drop landed on her lip.

  He leaned over and licked it before it could dribble down her chin. His eyes shifted lower, and that sexy corner of his mouth twitched. With two fingers on the strawberry, he rubbed the juice on her nipple.

  “Oh heavens.” Her bowl landed on her lap as a race of lust shot from that nipple down to her pussy.

  Steele set his strawberry in her bowl and moved it aside. He scooped up a fingerful of yogurt. His gaze met hers and his eyebrow lifted. “My energy food.” He smeared the yogurt on her nipple over the strawberry juice.

  She warmed all over, her core tightening with desire.

  When he leaned closer, she arched her back, tipping her breast to meet his mouth. He opened wide and suckled her deep into his mouth, humming, sending sweet vibrations through her.

  “You’re the perfect snack.”

  Chapter Eight

  Steele lay next to Tracy on his bed, licking her nipple a few more times, loving the taste of strawberry and yogurt as long as it came served on her body. He’d told her she was the perfect snack. She was more than that, and now that she’d initiated the next step in their relationship, there was no more holding back. They would do it all. And then he’d ask her for more.

  Taking a raspberry from the plate, he squeezed it lightly until the juices came to the surface then he rubbed it on her other breast.

  She lay almost boneless against the pillows, her beautiful green eyes heavy-lidded as she watched him. A cute half-smile curved her lips. She was a seductress, even though she seemed to be unaware of her own power. She’d gotten him hot and crazy for her with hardly any effort.

  Licking the juice from her nipple, pictures of the bathtub flashed in his mind; her on her knees, sliding his cock through her breasts. Him coming on her lips, in her mouth, all down her breasts. He moaned as a race of blood headed for his cock, swelling it. He had to be inside her.

  Steele trailed the raspberry down her ribs to her bellybutton, and settled it in the cute divot. He kissed the red path, licking away the juice, and sucking the berry from her bellybutton, swirling his tongue around it.

  Tracy let out a breathy moan.

  Grabbing another strawberry, he slid lower, lifted her leg over his shoulder, and positioned himself between her legs. Her pink, glistening lips unfolded like a flower, her scent sweet and musky. “You’re beautiful.”

  She took an unsteady breath, her eyes darkening as she watched him.

  Using his finger and thumb, he gently spread the flesh covering her clit. Small and peach-colored, it grew slightly as he watched it. He licked the tip of the strawberry and touched it to her nub. The seeds provided a little roughness as he circled the fruit, slowly and carefully.

  “Oh yeah, Steele.” Her lips tightened into a little “o” as she closed her eyes.

  He looked down. Her pussy lips swelled and a dribble of her cream slid along the glossy flesh. He had to taste. Sliding the strawberry along her opening, he caught the trickle on the fruit and lifted it for her to see. “A little cream for my berry.”

  Her eyes narrowed, her breath puffed from her chest, and she worked her tongue along her lower lip. “Uh hu
h.” She watched him.

  He sucked the strawberry into his mouth.

  With a cry, she arched her back and tossed her head to the side, her body writhing. The bowl and plate clattered next to her. “I...you’re not even touching me and I’m almost...”

  “Not without me.” He popped the berry into his mouth, knelt, set the plate and bowl on the bedside table, and grabbed a condom from the drawer. In seconds he was sheathed and holding the base of his cock. “Tracy, look at me.”

  She stilled and did as commanded.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long, sugar. This is everything I’ve been waiting for.”

  “Steele.” She shifted her hips, exposing herself to him, offering everything. “Make me yours. Take me.”

  At first he didn’t realize the feral growl came from his body. Leaning over her, bracing himself with one arm, he guided his cock to her slick opening. Her heat scorched him as the hungry look on her face amplified his desperate appetite. With a jerk of his hips, his head was inside her, up to the ridge.

  Her slit closed in around him, slick and welcoming, seeming to pull him in further. “That’s so good.” Tracy skimmed the bottoms of her feet from his calves to his knees, then she lifted her legs until her ankles rested on his ass. “More. Please.” She nudged him slightly.

  Heat raced up his spine and all thought left his brain. “Take this, Tracy.” The words rumbled out of him as he slid his cock deeper into her channel. Her muscles gripped him, so hot he felt the burn all the way through his shaft.

  Her hands fisted into the sheets and her breathing became irregular.

  “Too much?” She was tight, and he was a big man.

  Her eyes, now a dark green, shifted and finally locked with his. “God, no, Steele.” She wrapped her legs tighter around him. “Don’t you dare stop.” She punctuated the breathy reply with a twist of her hips that sent tingles of ecstasy spreading along his cock and balls.

  Faster than he wanted, he pushed his hips forward, gliding nearly all of his shaft inside her slick hole. When the knob bumped up against her womb, he backed out, but she pulled him in with her legs.

  “I can take all of you.” She shifted her hips and somehow adjusted to his length.

  His next thrust had him completely inside her, his hips pressed tight against her thighs, his balls rubbing against her soft flesh. “Yeah, you can, sugar.” The spot at the base of his spine ached as he held back his release. “Nothing has ever felt this good.”

  “Yeah, I knew it would be like this.” Her hips tilted and released to meet his thrusts.

  He’d ask her later how she knew, but right now, all he could concentrate on was the feeling of her body writhing under his, taking all of him. His balls tightened. He needed to slow down or it would be over too soon.

  Leaning closer, he took her nipple in his mouth. A burst of flavor from the raspberry remained but then it was all her. Hard and tight, her nipple slid into his mouth so perfectly. Sucking it, he rolled his tongue over and around it.

  Her hand threaded through his hair, capturing a fistful at his nape. Her cries started quietly but gained volume as he worked his cock in and out of her sweet, tight opening. When her muscles stiffened, he slid his free hand between their bodies and found her clit.

  Dipping his thumb lower, he bathed it in her slick cream, then used it as lube on her hot little nub. Releasing her nipple, he immediately took the other one in his mouth and rolled it between the roof of his mouth and his tongue. His thumb at her mound rubbed her clit while he intensified his thrusts into her slit.

  Tracy broke, a scream raced from her lips as her head rolled to the side. Every muscle of her body quivered. Deep inside her where his shaft pistoned in and out, the walls of her channel tightened until he could barely hold off his own release.

  With one last circle on her clit, he moved his hand to the bed to brace himself and used his pelvic bone as indirect stimulation for her.

  Her hand in his hair tugged, and her other hand gripped his biceps, her nails biting in with pleasurable pain that combined with every wild sensation in his body. Concentrating on just feeling the slide into her tight pussy, he watched her face as she drifted slowly back from her climax.

  Beautiful. Her face, her body, but her personality, too. Sweet and funny. He moved faster, pumping into her with a greedy possessiveness he hadn’t known he was capable of.

  Lowering himself so his chest rode across her hard nipples with each thrust, Steele pressed his pelvic bone against her mound. Could he give her another orgasm?

  He locked his lips on her neck, suckling and nibbling where he knew she was sensitive.

  Her cry, accompanied by her nails digging into his back, told him he was doing it right. Lifting his head, he watched her eyes roll back, her head thrash from side to side, and a perfect orgasm rattle through her.

  His body screamed for its own release, sending a ball of flame racing up his spine.

  “Fuck.” Too soon. But it wouldn’t stop. A blast of red hit his brain and sent him flying. His balls pumped hot semen through his cock and into the condom. Into Tracy. Dropping his forehead to her chest, he let the spikes of his orgasm burn at every nerve ending. His hips pushed deep inside her, pausing each time he fully seated himself in her hot slit.

  With his last thrust, he threw his head back and sucked in a breath, letting the shaking in his muscles cool him down as he slowly regained equilibrium. “Sugar.” He panted a few times. “That was actual heaven.”

  Her hands slowly caressed his shoulders and back. “Mm hm. It was heaven.” Her throaty purr sent another race of tingles through his body. Her eyes were barely open, her lips curved in a satisfied smile.

  That damn macho pride of his burst out and swelled his chest. It’d been good for her, and he knew it. He wanted to shout, maybe beat his chest a few times, but he leaned down and kissed her, softly, slowly tracing her lips with his tongue.

  Pulling back, he eased his still-hard cock from her slick pussy. Shit, he’d be ready to go again in minutes.

  Her body shuddered and she circled her hips as she purred. Literally purred. “Steele. Why did we wait so long to do this?”

  He laughed as he climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom. “I have no idea, but I’m plannin’ to make up for lost time.”

  Her soft laugh reached him and something unexpected tugged at his heart. He shook it off. After all, he’d just had the most intense orgasm of his life. It had to be an emotional reaction to a physical milestone.

  After dealing with the condom, he walked back into the bedroom. She lay in the middle of the bed facing the windows. “It’s getting cloudy.”

  “There’s a front coming in.” He lay behind her, fitting as much of his body to hers as he could. He wrapped his arm around her belly and propped his head up on his bent arm. “We’ll get a few inches of snow by morning.”

  “Really?” She rubbed her palm along his forearm. “I can’t wait to see it.”

  “You didn’t get snow in Montana?” He nibbled at her toned shoulder.

  “Yes, but I haven’t been home in the winter in a couple years.” Her hand stopped moving and she tensed. “I brought Mom to LA the last few Christmases to get her out of the cold for a few weeks.”

  Something definitely was going on at home. Tracy probably figured it was too soon to unload her innermost concerns on him. After a few weeks, maybe a month, he’d press her for more.

  The idea of having her in his life for a while didn’t give him the urge to run and hide like it did with most women.

  “So, you know how to ride a snowmobile?” Steele had been heading outside to check on the machines earlier, before Tracy had lured him into the bathtub. His cock, nestled in the soft curve of her lower back, twitched.

  When she wiggled to adjust her position, she pressed tighter against him. “It’s been a lot of years, but I have ridden before.” She looked up at him. “Is it pretty easy sledding up here?”

  He nodded. “We’ve got t
rails cut and marked.” He leaned down and kissed her nose. “Or you could always ride on the back of mine.”

  Her smile lit her face. “I think I’d rather take my chances on my own.”

  A gust of wind blew snow from the ground against the windows. The first flakes of the storm followed, light and fluffy, swirling around in the wind at the front of the storm.

  He traced her cheekbone with one finger. Something she’d said earlier came back to him. “You said before, when I was inside you, that you knew it would be like this.”

  Tracy sighed. “I did. You know how sometimes it just clicks?”

  “Yep.” He’d had that same startling urgency whenever he’d been around her. Like he had to find a way to be with her, or he’d miss something important.

  Things were getting too deep again.

  “Are you hungry? You didn’t have much for breakfast.” He rolled her onto her back and flung a leg over hers.

  “Not really, but I could watch you eat.”

  Steele bit the tip of his tongue between his teeth and glanced down her body to her bare pussy. “Oh yeah? You want to watch me eat right now?”

  She rolled toward him, pressing her breasts to his chest. “I’d like that, but I think my body needs a break.” Her fingers trailed across his cheekbone. “I’m not used to all this attention.”

  He took that to mean she’d not been treated to so many orgasms so close together. Cupping her ass cheek, he pulled her against his semi-hard cock. “How about some reheated pizza then a swim? Would that recharge your batteries?”

  “It would. I found a brand new swimsuit with all the other things in my room.” She kissed his chin. “Thank you. That was very considerate.”

  “My pleasure.” He swallowed. “I’m glad we ended up here. Together.”

  Tracy wiggled her hips, rubbing herself against his cock. “Yeah, I can tell.” She grinned.

  He smacked her ass. “Don’t tempt me, sugar.” Jumping out of bed, he held out his hand to her. “Not ‘till after you’re rested and ready for me again.”