She nearly changed her mind but had already given three confident-sounding raps on his door. Darcy was right there. He opened the door and leaned forward on the frame. He’d lost the suit jacket and tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. A few wisps of chest hair peeked out from the top, tempting her to reach out and touch them.
“You came.” He grinned, but looked a little surprised. “I’m glad.”
“Hi,” she said, giving him a little wave.
When she didn’t go inside, Darcy cocked an eyebrow at her. “It’s not too late to back out. I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing something you’re not—”
She launched forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and sending him stumbling backward into the room as her mouth found his. She didn’t want him to be so nice. She wanted him to strip her naked and screw her into the mattress.
Darcy chuckled as she continued to lick and suck at his mouth. “Anxious.”
“No talking.” Petra began to unbutton the rest of his shirt. “More kissing.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter Three
Ladies, when you see something you want, don’t be afraid to reach out and grab it!
—PC, Sexcapades — sex advice for women
Strangely, I can’t argue with this. Come and get me!
—D. Williams, Mantastic — advice for REAL men
If Darcy had known about the little hellion hiding inside Petra, he would have made a move on her long before tonight. He thrilled at the feeling of her hip curled over the side of his hip. Wow, he never thought she’d actually take him up on the offer.
It was a challenge to keep them both on their feet and close the door. Petra moaned into his mouth. Holy God, she was hot.
With effort, he gently pushed her off to give them both some breathing space. If this was actually going to happen, he wanted to make sure she didn’t feel pressured. When she finally opened her eyes, her pupils were wide and the haze of passion already threatened to carry her away.
At least it wasn’t just him.
“Hi,” he whispered, a bit unnerved by the shaky sound of his voice. “Are you sure about this?”
“Don’t you dare go all gentlemanly on my ass,” Petra huffed, sending one of the loose curls around her face flying out. “It’s taken enough self-talk to get me in here.”
If someone had told him a year and a half ago he’d even consider saying no to a woman in a situation like this, Darcy would have laughed his fool head off. But he had finally picked up the pieces after Janelle stormed out of his life. She hadn’t wanted to hear that trips down South weren’t a semi-annual event and that his bank account had a limit.
Taking a step back, he made his way over to the wine bottle with shaking hands. “I saw you were drinking red earlier, but all I have is this bottle of white. I hope that’s okay?”
“Um, sure. What about the kissing?”
He chuckled. “We’ll get back to it, don’t worry. I don’t want to rush this.” Turning around, he held out a glass and gave her a wink. “We might as well enjoy the spoils of our good fortune.”
Petra cocked her head to the side, her lips quirking up into a soft smile. “I suppose so.”
“Trust me, I’m not saying no.” Moving a step closer, he wanted to dig his fingers into the soft strands of her hair but managed to resist the urge. “I want to remember every moment of this.”
Her look of wide-eyed wonder painted Petra as an unknowing seductress. Clearly her experience wasn’t as varied as he’d believed, but that wasn’t a deterrent. She didn’t need pretenses or tricks. Darcy had enjoyed watching her and her friend discussing the tips they got from that damned woman’s website over the year. He’d wanted to say something to her in the beginning about the naiveté of the advice PC dished out, but now he had the opportunity to do even better.
Oh yeah, it was time to show her how a real seduction took place.
Plucking the half-empty wine glass from Petra’s hands, Darcy set it on the end table near the bed. When she tried to speak, he pressed a finger to her lips, shocked by their softness.
“If I do anything you don’t like, speak up and I’ll stop.” He waited until she nodded, and prayed he could keep a tight enough reign on his desires to give Petra the night of her life.
“Now, first things first.” Reaching up, he pulled the pins holding the complicated mass of curls until her hair covered his hands. “I’ve wanted to do this since that first day in the coffee shop.”
She let out a surprised laugh. “I didn’t even know you knew who I was until a few days ago.”
“You’re a hard woman to miss.” He worked his hands through a few tangles, then let the heavy mass fall to her shoulders. “That’s much better.”
The blush covering her cheeks only added to her appeal. But as quickly as her innocent appearance lured him in, Petra’s demeanor shifted. She reached up and played with a light brown curl, exposing her neck. The effect on his body was immediate—his cock twitched and his chest tightened.
“So you’ve been watching me.” The coyness in her tone immediately set him on guard. “I guess it won’t come as much of a surprise, then, that I’ve been watching you as well.”
His cock gave an appreciative twitch. “You and your friend.”
Petra laughed. A low, throaty chuckle that appealed to his baser male instincts. “Of course you knew. It’s been my experience that attractive men always know when they’re being admired, especially if it’s by more than one woman.”
Darcy swallowed as Petra ran a finger down the column of her throat. “I was more interested in you than in her.”
“Why?”
He was treading on dangerous ground. The wrong response could push her out the door without a second glance. And while D. Williams might be ballsy enough to make a brash, arrogant remark, Darcy wasn’t. He certainly didn’t want to suffer from blue balls tonight.
“I’m sure she’s a wonderful person, and men probably throw themselves at her feet.” He smiled and licked his lips. “But you are definitely more...interesting.”
“Oh?”
Her nipples poked against the smooth fabric of her dress, practically begging him to roll them between his fingers. “I couldn’t help but overhear some of your conversations. Your opinions always intrigued me. Plus, you look damn good in those shorts.”
Petra blinked at him, owl-eyed, but in the end it must have been the right thing to say. She closed the space between them and pressed her body tight against his. There was no way to conceal his hard-on, or hide the pounding of his heart. Reaching up, Petra slid her fingers into his dress shirt, her long nails raking through the hair of his chest.
“I think we can stop getting to know each other now.” Her voice was little more than a whisper, but it was clear from her tone she was as turned on as he was.
“Thank God,” he said, more to himself than her.
With all pretense of propriety gone, Darcy scooped her into his arms. He took advantage of her startled gasp and plundered her mouth, snaking his tongue into the warm, welcoming heat.
Petra the coy seductress vanished in a blink, and was quickly replaced with a wanton sex kitten. He moaned when she buried her fingers in his hair, tugging and pulling his head closer as their tongues sparred and their pants blended into one. Darcy kept walking forward until his knees banged the edge of the bed. He broke free of their kiss to stare down at her. Oh yeah, she wanted this as much as he did. Darcy grinned before tossing her into the center of the bed.
She squealed as she bounced on the mattress. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He began to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt. “You won’t regret anything about tonight.”
“I know I won’t.” Petra crawled to her knees and shuffled toward him, reaching for the bottom of his shirt to pull it free from his pants. “You won’t regret anything either.”
“I know I won’t.”
Petra’s gaze was locked on his stomach as she helped him with the buttons, coming up to meet his progress. Her nails grazed against his still firm abs, making them flex involuntarily under her touch.
“Ticklish?” She bit down on her bottom lip. “I never thought you’d be ticklish.”
“If you go down that road, I can’t promise I won’t retaliate.”
Her answer was to push the shirt down his arms, capturing his hands at the wrists. She leaned forward and licked his nipple. Darcy sucked in a breath before growling softly. “You devil.”
“Shut up.” Petra nipped on the sensitive skin, dragging another moan from him. “I want to play.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He didn’t resist when she pushed him down to the mattress, trapping his hands behind his back. The pull of his muscles wasn’t painful, but the combined weight of their bodies effectively immobilized him. It also gave him a perfect view of Petra’s cleavage as she crawled up his torso, licking his skin as he went.
“Shit,” he muttered, twisting as she struggled with her dress so she could straddle his hips, low enough to prevent him from seeking any relief with his cock. “If you’re a dominatrix, give me some warning first.”
“I might be. Or maybe I just happen to know what I want.”
Her wet lips marked his chest as she sucked on the sensitive spot to the side of his nipple. Her talented fingers scraped patterns along his sides as she worked the buckle of his belt loose, pushing the heavy leather to the side and reaching for his fly. She hesitated, biting her bottom lip as her hands hovered mere inches above where he wanted her to touch.
“Petra?” Darcy held his breath, his body perfectly still.
Meeting his gaze, he saw the indecision disappear from her eyes. She worked the button free of its confines and pulled the zipper down in one smooth motion. “Well, well, what do we have here?”
He snorted. “That would be my cock. I believe you’ll find it to be in fine working order.” God, he couldn’t remember having this much fun with foreplay in ages. “Mind you, I would recommend a closer inspection. To make certain it lives up to your standards.”
“Quality control.” She appeared to consider the idea. “A wise decision. I wouldn’t want to play with any substandard equipment.”
He held his breath as Petra hooked her thumbs inside the band of his briefs. The air was cool against the heated skin of his erection as she exposed him inch by inch.
“Wow.” She ran the pad of her thumb across the head. “I don’t think there will be any issues with quality.”
Toeing off his shoes, Darcy bucked his hips, jostling her. “I want to see you.”
There was no hesitation now. She reached behind her to tug down the zipper on the back of her dress. The fabric bunched and pooled around her bust as the dress was released. Before gravity could take over and give him the view of the breasts that had taunted him since he’d first laid eyes on Petra, she crossed her arm to hold it in place.
“Tease,” he muttered.
“I’m definitely that. Or maybe I don’t want you to think I’m easy.”
“I’m the one with his cock hanging out. Who’s the easy one?”
“Good point.”
With a soft smirk, Petra took hold of the dress straps and let it fall to her waist. Her black lace bra revealed more than it hid. The pink of her taut nipples poked out through the fabric. Darcy captured one between his fingers. Gasping, she arched forward, pushing into his touch while grinding her pussy against his thigh.
The next few moments were a blur as they quickly shed the rest of their clothes, tossing pieces around the room. He wrapped the thin strap of her panties around his fingers, balling them into his fist and giving him leverage to pull her down to the mattress beside him.
Petra was panting and her breasts were covered in a light sheen of sweat. With every deep breath she sucked in, her hard nipples thrust high, begging him to suck them.
Who was he to argue?
The scent of vanilla and berries filled his head as he pulled as much of the nipple into his mouth as he could. He tweaked the other stiff peak and she clutched his hair in her hands.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she muttered, rocking her head from side to side.
“Petra, look at me.” He lifted his head and waited until she lowered her gaze to his. “I want you to say it. Tell me what you really wanted to say in the coffee shop the other day.”
With a swipe of her tongue across her lips, Petra hesitated before softly speaking the words that Darcy had only dreamed she’d said to him before. “I want you to pinch my nipples hard and then lick me until I scream. Then I want you to take your cock and pound me into the mattress until I’m begging you for more.”
Widening her legs, Darcy moved into position between them. His cock rubbed against the soft sheets, giving him the most delicious friction as he bucked against them. If he wasn’t careful, this would be over far sooner than he would like and Petra would be rethinking his quality rating.
Darcy kissed his way down her body, pausing only long enough to soak up her gasps and moans, until he reached the last piece of clothing covering her. The panties were the same black lace as her bra. The scent of her arousal was captured in the material, which made his cock pulse as he pulled them aside.
“God, you’re perfect.” He pressed his nose to her mound and pulled in a deep breath. His cock stiffened as he finally tasted the woman who’d haunted his fantasies for months.
Petra thrust her pussy against his tongue in a primitive beat. It only served to encourage him and he licked her until Petra’s legs jerked and her stomach muscles tightened beneath his hand. He wasn’t about to let her get off that easily.
With two fingers together, he pressed them into her cunt in search of the sweet spot. Wetness quickly coated his hand. Petra bucked and moaned in a beautiful counter beat to his actions.
By now his cock was so hard he was leaking enough to wet the comforter. Every time her pussy clenched around his fingers, his cock throbbed. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her pussy, lose himself in a woman who wasn’t afraid to take a chance on something wild.
Patience, man. Darcy knew she was getting close when the muscles in her thighs started to uncontrollably vibrate. Sucking on her clit as hard as he dared, he grazed her asshole with his thumb and fanned his fingers wide.
She let out a short scream as her orgasm took her. Petra pressed her hand to her mouth and bit down. Oh yeah. Darcy continued to pump into her, licking and sucking until the fingers in his hair tugged in a silent plea to stop. Pulling back, he sucked on the inside of her thigh, still wanting more of her. Fuck, she was every bit as amazing as he knew she would be. Wild, sexy and unrepressed.
“Please tell me you have condoms,” she whispered. “Because if you don’t get up here and fuck me soon, I’m going to scream. Again. Not in the good way.”
Holy hell. He grabbed his cock and squeezed the base hard to stop himself from coming. Darcy ignored his shaking body and trembling fingers as he retrieved a condom from the night table, tore it open and slowly rolled it down his hard length. Petra watched him intently as she traced a pattern on her stomach.
Cocking an eyebrow, Darcy lowered himself so he hovered a few inches above her. His cock brushed against her clit as he gave an experimental thrust forward. “Tell me if there’s something you don’t like.”
Petra snorted. “You’re too slow.”
“Really?” With one steady push forward, he fully impaled himself in her. Petra gasped and her eyes widened. “Fast enough for you?”
Her frantic nods were followed by a breathless “More.”
Darcy slid an arm under her neck, giving him stability while keeping her as close as possible. Trailing his free hand down her side, he stopped when he reached her hip.
“You really are beautiful.” With another thrust, he welcomed the twin feelings of comfort and desire that heated his body.
Petra turned
her head and sucked hard on his biceps as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. The change in position allowed him to slip even deeper into her pussy and within moments they found the perfect rhythm. He tangled his fingers in her hair, stroking her neck with his thumb. With her face turned away, he took advantage of the expanse of her neck, licking and nipping the soft skin, doing his best to memorize every inch of her.
Her body started to shake once more. She wasn’t far from her second orgasm. Releasing her hip, he curled his hand around her shoulder. The shift now had him covering every inch of her skin. Their sweat mingled, the slide of their bodies even more erotic than before.
Darcy cataloged her every gasp and moan, relishing the feeling of her body squeezing his as she silently encouraged him to move harder, faster. Everything would be perfect if they were kissing.
The brush of her lips against his was electric. Gone was the light flirtation from before, the gentle teasing, and in its stead was the full force of Petra’s desire. Her mouth was demanding as she sucked on his lips until he fully opened to her. Her tongue explored his, mapping out the sensitive skin. The kiss grew sloppy as she began to moan louder and her nails clawed his back.
“Darcy.” She arched into the mattress, grinding down on his cock and crying out as her second orgasm hit.
It was too much. Squeezing his eyes shut, he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, gave two more thrusts and shuddered through his release. Strong arms held him tight through the aftershocks and gentle kisses peppered his cheek.
When he finally came back to his senses, Darcy slid away to make short work of the used condom, then pulled Petra tight against his side once he reclaimed his position in bed.
“Well now,” he muttered, fighting off the lulling effects of fantastic sex. “You’re really something.”
Petra’s chuckle barely covered a yawn. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
“Give me a few and I’ll be more than willing to offer a repeat performance.”
“Cocky.” She nipped at his nipple. “I like that. You’re not rich by chance? That would make you perfect.”
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