My Hero

by Kelly, Sahara

  And she had no objections, either, come to think of it.

  When he slid his hand over her belly to her mound and gently tugged her curly hair she nearly flew off the bed.

  “Max,” she yelled.

  “What?” he muttered. Apparently he could speak with his mouth full.

  Peta gulped. She’d never imagined herself so hungry for a man that the words would come easily to her lips. “Fuck me, Max, please just fuck me.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  There it was again. A sound. Someone yelling.

  He froze in place, surrounded by the clutter he’d been so anxiously sorting. There were hats, and oddly shaped bowls, and more than one set of salt and pepper shakers. He glanced around him, cursing the low light but knowing that it was all he had.

  He had to make the best use of it.

  He waited, patiently, scarcely breathing, knowing this was his last chance tonight to find it.

  No more noises disturbed the silence. He returned to his task. Cautiously he lifted something wrapped in newspaper. It was a rather ugly vase of some sort.

  His temper was rising now along with his eagerness, his heart pulsing with the thrill, the challenge, the knowledge that he was fooling them all.

  He had to find it.

  It had to be here somewhere. It had to.

  He knew approximately what size it was, and yet there were so many things that could have come close.

  He found a box of books and eagerly bent to examine each and every one. Carefully, he pulled them out, riffling through the pages in the dim light, trying to make out the titles.

  Another sound stopped him.

  Shit. It sounded like someone was fucking. And doing a good job of it too.

  His cock stirred.

  He checked the last book—useless. He wanted to throw it at the wall in frustration, but knew he couldn’t.

  Carefully, quietly, he replaced the junk back to where it was, as best as he could remember. His mind blurred as his anger transferred itself to his cock, which pressed against his fly.

  Why not?

  He had a condom. No tell-tale evidence. And what a kick.

  A distant moan broke the silence, as whoever was getting off let the world know about it.

  The sound was enough.

  He unzipped his pants and sheathed himself in the darkness, excited now by his own touch and the feel of the latex as he unrolled it over his hardness.

  He had to strip off one glove to grasp himself, and he carefully folded it, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket.

  He looked around him again as he began to stroke.

  Junk. Nothing but junk. No square box that held the answer to all his troubles and all his dreams.

  His anger and his cock rose simultaneously. The thrill of the forbidden, the sense of danger, the frustration at yet another dead end, all contributed to a hell of a hard-on.

  Fuck them all, he thought, as he quickened his strokes.

  I know what I want. I just have to find it. And if anyone gets in my way...

  Visions of her eyes as he fucked her and choked her swam through his mind, exciting him and tightening his balls.

  He was coming. Here, in the gloom of a house not his own, when someone else was only a floor away, fucking, not knowing what he knew...

  Assholes. Ignorant assholes. All of them.

  He’d show them.

  Like he’d shown Sandra.

  Nobody, but nobody, got in his way. Not this time. Not for this special quest of his.

  This time he was going to win. To triumph in his hunt, to claim what was rightfully his, and fuck ‘em all.

  On that thought, his balls clenched and his teeth smacked together as he bit back his cry.

  He came, shooting hot and hard into the condom. Emptying his balls and his anger from his body in a gush.

  He smiled to himself, then stilled, heart pounding, as another sound made itself known.

  “Mrreeeooowwlll.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Max Wolfe suckled on Peta Matthew’s nipples like they were the last nipples on earth.

  He loved nipples. He loved the way they plumped and hardened in his mouth, and the way the merest flick of his tongue could bring shivers and sighs to the woman attached to those nipples.

  But her nipples—well, they defied description. Especially since they topped a set of breasts that seemed to have been made to match his oral dimensions. They fit his mouth perfectly.

  Every little move he made brought a response to her writhing body, and he could smell her arousal as it built beneath him.

  He could have spent hours just playing with her breasts, but his cock was reminding him that there was work to be done and he’d better get to it. Very shortly, too, or the help might just go on strike. A very explosive strike.

  With a little pop he released her nipple, leaving it with a last wet lick.

  “Oh Max,” she moaned.

  Two of his favorite words. “Yeah,” he answered. “Oh yeah.”

  For a second he wondered at himself. Where had his gift for sensual conversation gone? He should be filling her ears with down-and-dirty talk about what he was going to do to her and how he was going to do it. Getting her so hot and bothered that she’d be halfway to her orgasm before he got his cock anywhere near her.

  But somehow, with Peta, conversation wasn’t necessary. He didn’t have to talk her, or himself, into a state of heightened sexual awareness. His was so heightened right at this moment it might need oxygen.

  He slithered down her body, feeling her heat against him and the pounding of her pulse through her skin.

  She widened her legs in welcome and in invitation.

  He answered both with his mouth, just grazing her thighs with his lips and then letting his tongue flick across her wet and swollen folds.

  “Oooh,” she cried, “Bloody hell...”

  He grinned, keeping his tongue busy and finding the little bud of flesh that sent her into shivering waves of pleasure. Even while fucking she was always the Brit.

  “Yes, there, oh please—there.”

  Hmm. So that was the spot, was it? He filed the location for future reference, continuing his exploration. He inhaled her scent, sweet and tart and all her. Her taste was the same. Unique and seductive, he let her juices run over his tongue as he pushed it through her flesh.

  “Oh...oh...there too,” she moaned. “Yes. My God. There...”

  He was elated. The woman was a screaming mass of hot spots, and he was finding every one of them. He’d bet there were a few she didn’t even know she had.

  After this night was over, she would. It was a promise to himself that he intended to keep.

  But right at this moment, he had another need. His control was deserting him, he knew his cock was leaking tears of frustration, and if he didn’t get inside her within moments, he was going to come like a volcano, all over her comforter.

  He withdrew from her and reached for his pants pocket, pulling out the condom he’d carried around with him since the first day he’d moved in with her. He’d just known that the moment would come when he’d need it.

  And that moment was now.

  “Peta love,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

  She pushed herself up on her elbows and squinted at him, her eyes hot and gray and unfocussed.

  “I want you. I want you wrapped around my cock. More than anything.”

  He tore the foil wrapper with his teeth as he kept one hand on her flesh.

  “Yes, me t-too...” she stuttered, watching as he removed the condom and tossed the packet aside.

  “You too what?” He noted her gaze as it fell to his hands. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he unrolled the condom down his length, clenching his teeth in an effort to retain control of his wayward cock. Just knowing she was watching him excited him in a variety of new ways. It was erotic, and thrilling and—oh hell.

  “I want you inside me.” She stared at his sheathed length.

&
nbsp; “You mean like this?” He slipped a finger into her and pulled it out again, spreading her honey over her searingly hot skin.

  “No, not like that, well, yes, that’s good, but no...”

  He grinned. Well, perhaps it was more of a feral snarl. Grinning seemed beyond him at this point.

  “So what do you want inside you, Peta? My tongue?”

  “Yes. No. I don’t know. Just fuck me Max, for heaven’s sake.”

  “Fuck you with what, honey? Say it. Tell me what you want.”

  Her eyes remained fixed on his cock. “I want that. And I want it now.” She glanced up at him. “Please.”

  “Okay, Miss Manners, since you asked so nicely...” His humor was wasted.

  Peta sagged back onto the comforter and widened her thighs even more as his hips settled between them.

  Slowly, carefully, he positioned his cock between her legs and rubbed the head against her.

  She moaned.

  He felt rather like moaning himself as her heat burned through the thin shield and seared him. He pushed further, breaching her soaking pussy and entering her, savoring each and every millimeter, and listening to her pant beneath him.

  “Oh God. Oh Jesus. Oh God—“

  Excellent. She’d reached the religious stage. Of course, he’d reached it, waved at St. Peter and passed it by several minutes ago.

  “Open your eyes, Peta,” he commanded, and as she did so, he sank home.

  She screamed. “Maaaaax…oh fuuuuucckkk...”

  Oh fuck indeed.

  His breath caught in his lungs. She boiled around him, tight and silky, and her body accepted his like a long-lost friend.

  She watched him as he pressed himself deep, and her tongue slid from between her lips as she gasped again.

  He wanted her. He wanted all of her. He wanted to bury himself inside her till his eyelids hit her clit.

  He slid one hand under her thigh and lifted her leg, resting her healthy ankle on his shoulder. She was totally open to him, and now he could claim what he knew, somewhere deep inside, was his. All his. Only his.

  He pushed further, and the sobbing cry that answered his move told him he’d found her deepest places.

  He was truly lost inside her. His balls were against her buttocks, their hair tangled together, and Max wondered in amazement at the feelings that flooded him.

  He wanted to stop and examine them. To look at them clinically and compare them with all the other women he’d fucked. To find out why this was different. Why his balls were as hard as rocks, why his pulse was beating so loudly in his ears and why his breath had left him as he’d claimed her.

  But nature demanded otherwise.

  He pulled back and thrust home again, more forcefully this time, encouraged by her moans and the way her hands scrabbled on the comforter.

  A grunt of pleasure broke from his own throat, and surprised the hell out of him. Something about this woman, the way her body grabbed for him and held him tight, reached places inside his own body that had never been touched before.

  She panted now, harsh breaths that he forced from her lungs with the pounding of his cock. Low growls were coming from her throat, and her head was tipped backwards, neck muscles taut, lips pulled away from her teeth.

  She looked almost savage, passionate, and as desperate as he was to finish it.

  He stroked her with his hands, fucked her with his cock and devoured the sight of her, smothering himself in the experience. His nostrils filled with the scent of Peta and sex, and his mind spun as his balls hardened even more and the electric tingle started to spark at the base of his spine.

  He was coming. And not a single thing in this world could stop him. He wanted her there too. He wanted to share it, to shout and scream along with her.

  His body was brushing hers, but was it enough?

  He took no chances. He dropped a hand to her mound and found her clit, letting his own weight push his fingers against it as he pistoned his hips into her.

  She went rigid beneath him, just as he felt his cock swell and his heart stop.

  He exploded.

  So did she.

  Their cries mingled, their bodies heaved, and Max felt the bed shake with the massive orgasm they’d combined to produce.

  Her inner muscles clamped around him like a fist, matching his spurts with their clenching and easing and dragging him into the most amazing release of his life. His cock throbbed as he filled her, and it seemed to fuel her own orgasm as she shuddered around him once more.

  He could feel her calf muscle like a solid bar against his neck, so tightly did her body spasm.

  Slowly, almost painfully, the moment subsided, and Peta’s body softened against his.

  She struggled to catch a raspy breath, as he regretfully withdrew his now-satisfied and exhausted cock.

  Gently he eased her more fully onto the bed, pulling the comforter back and resting her head on the pillow.

  She turned her head and looked sleepily at him. “Bloody brilliant, Max. Bloody brilliant.”

  He grinned and left her, taking care of the condom and making sure there were blankets available if they got cold during the night.

  Yeah, right. With the heat they’d generated, he doubted it would be a problem. But somehow, he wanted to make sure she’d be all right.

  It was an odd feeling. He had no desire to pull his pants on and leave. No wish to rid himself of her scent, or get the hell out of her room as fast as he could.

  In fact, he couldn’t wait to slip in beside her and take her in his arms. Perhaps give her a little while to rest up and then start all over again.

  He lifted the comforter and lay down next to Peta, sliding himself around her and tucking her into his body.

  She sighed.

  He smiled.

  She snuffled, and sighed some more. Then snored.

  Well, hell. She was sound asleep.

  *~*~*~*

  Light filtered through Max’s eyelids and a heavy weight rested on his belly. Something soft was flickering at his cock.

  He lay still and savored the sensation. Memories of fucking Peta flooded his mind, and he sighed with pleasure. He couldn’t remember waking up in a woman’s bed before, let alone waking up and wanting her all over again. It wasn’t his style.

  But this feeling, this...this...warmth, was new. Special. Something to be relished.

  “Oh, honey, yeah,” he sighed, as his cock responded energetically to the soft touch. The very soft touch.

  The almost silky soft touch.

  He opened his eyes. “Oh fuck.”

  Mr. Peebles was sitting on his stomach, and expressing his displeasure at this display of lassitude by flicking his tail.

  Right over Max’s now fully-aroused cock.

  A low chuckle from the door attracted his attention, and he moved his head to see Peta standing there, cane in one hand, robe clutched around her in the other.

  “I see Mr. Peebles is a very effective alarm clock,” she grinned.

  Max grinned back. She looked delectable. Her hair was all over the place, her robe should have been burned years ago, and he wanted her so bad he ached with it.

  “C’mere. I can think of a better way to wake up.”

  She hesitated and clutched her robe more tightly as her eyes dropped. Good God above, they’d fucked themselves blind and yet she was still shy. His mind whirled to find the right words.

  “I need a morning cuddle,” he said.

  “Oh. Oh all right,” she smiled. Leaning the cane against the bedside table, she awkwardly levered herself back onto the bed, next to Max, who promptly grabbed her and tugged her so that she was almost on top of him.

  “Good morning.”

  She smiled at him, gray eyes wide, with a hint of embarrassment lurking in their depths. “Hullo yourself.”

  “You all right? I didn’t hurt you last night?”

  She swallowed. “Hurt me? Good lord, no. I feel fine. Just great. Marvelous. Better than I have in a l
ong time, in fact.”

  She did too, realized Max. She was glowing, and her skin was heating up as his nimble fingers found the tie on her robe and tugged it away from between them.

  He sighed as he felt her naked breasts pressed into his chest.

  “Now this is what I call a morning cuddle.”

  “Mmm,” she answered. In a delightful little move, she dropped her head to his shoulder and tucked it under his chin, charming him and making his heart turn over.

  “I hate to sound cliché or anything, but, um, was it good for you?” Peta’s question was hesitant.

  He growled and slipped a free hand up her robe to caress her buttock.

  “Well, I hope that was a yes,” she sighed. “Because it was fabulous for me. But of course, you’d know that. I’m sorry if I wasn’t quite up to your standards, but believe me, I had a lovely time. Thank you.”

  Max blinked. She was talking like they’d had a damned tea party last night instead of mind-altering sex.

  He opened his mouth to challenge her when the phone rang.

  “Oh bollocks,” said Peta, slithering from his grasp.

  He couldn’t have put it better himself.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Peta? Hello, Peta? It’s Phoebe,” said the phone in Peta’s hand.

  For a few moments, her mind blanked. Phoebe who? Her mind whirled with thoughts of the naked man reclining next to her and what she’d like to do to him, and it took all her concentration and then some to recall who and where she was.

  “Oh Phoebe, yes. Hello.” It was her boss. That Phoebe.

  A stray hand crept to her naked breast and played. She batted it away, trying to concentrate on her conversation as she sprawled on the bed, far too near Max for comfort. Near enough for pleasure, but not for chatting on the phone.

  “You’re up early?” Not the most scintillating of questions, but it was the best she could do given the circumstances.