What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 5)

by Cathryn Fox

  Her lids sprang open. “It is?” she asked, feigning surprise.

  “Yes, it is. I think you should see for yourself.” He took one of her fingers and guided it to her gorgeous, kiss-swollen opening.

  Her lashes fluttered and she moaned deep in her throat, seemingly understanding his intentions immediately. It surprised him how easily she slipped into her role, how easily she read his desires.

  She shot him a smoldering look and eased one of her fingers inside. In a low, sultry tone, she said, “Ah, yes, I see, Mitch. No worries though I believe I know just what to do.”

  Exhaling quickly, Mitch went back on his heels, watching in mute fascination as Sara pushed her finger all the way up inside her passion-soaked cleft. Her lids drifted shut as her other hand went to her clit, for a deep, therapeutic massage.

  Mitch’s body broke out in a sweat, but he didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe as he watched her masturbate for his pleasure.

  She began moving her finger in and out, in and out, touching herself without inhibition, taking control of her own needs, the same way one would when alone in bed, the same way he had for the last week while visions of Sara danced in his head.

  As she took great pleasure in riding her finger, his muscles bunched, and without thinking he slipped his hand inside his pants to grip his cock. He was ready to explode just from watching her. He groaned low in his throat as he stroked himself. The sound gained Sara’s attention. Her lids inched open, and the two of them exchanged a long, heated look. When their eyes connected and locked, something inside Mitch softened. Before he had time to examine it further, Sara’s gaze dropped to his crotch, where she could see the outline of his hands working overtime inside his pants. She gave him a slow smile to let him know that she was enjoying his sexy show.

  She spread her legs impossibly wider, affording him a better view of her sex as her finger dipped in and out of her liquid silk.

  She was so goddamned wet, her cream was dripping down her legs. Mitch swiped his hand over her soaked thigh, coating his finger with her juice. When he brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean, she threw her head back and pinched her clit. Her bold behavior excited him more than he would have expected. He couldn’t believe how sexy, how wild she was with him.

  He knew she was performing this sexy little solo act – for him. Despite everything warning him to keep the night about sex and fantasies, her actions touched him on another level. A rush of tenderness overcame him and he fought valiantly to suppress his emotions.

  Sara might be a sweet, small town girl, but he loved that she was comfortable enough with him, and her own sexuality, to masturbate for his pleasure.

  No woman had ever done that for him before. It was always about their pleasure, their fantasy, never his. He watched for several more minutes, until the need to touch and taste her propelled him into action.

  “Let me give you a hand, babe.” His index finger breached her opening and together they moved their fingers in and out of her slick entrance. Sara’s eyes glazed. Her head wobbled to the side.

  Mitch nudged her chin with his. “We’re getting there, but I’m afraid it might take me all night long to breathe life back into your kitty and get it purring again.”

  “Yes, yes, all night,” she murmured, her voice raspy.

  He pushed his finger in deeper, her walls closing around him like a silken glove. “Are you up for that, Sara?”

  She drew her finger out, granting him deeper access, and gripped his shoulders for support. “Oh yes, I’m up for that.” She began rocking her hips, riding his thick finger feverishly. With his free hand, Mitch snaked his arm around her waist, following the sensuous sway of her body.

  Watching her gyrate on his finger pushed him to the edge of oblivion. What he really wanted was to watch her gyrate on his cock, but there would be plenty of time for that.

  Face flushed, her hands gripping his shoulders, she picked up the tempo. Her movements became quicker and faster as she chased an orgasm. He slipped another finger inside her for a deliciously snug fit.

  “That’s a girl, Sara. Keep riding. It’s going to take effort on both our parts to get your kitty up to par.”

  He could feel soft quakes begin at her core and knew she was close, so very, very close to release, but he wasn’t quite ready to bring her over just yet. He wanted to give her so much more than a quick, hurried orgasm. Nostrils flaring, he eased his fingers out, giving her no reprieve from the tension building inside her.

  She looked alarmed. “No, don’t stop.”

  Mitch chuckled. He had no intention of stopping. He was far from done with the little vixen. In fact he’d only just begun to discover all her fantasies. “I don’t think that’s working, Sara. I believe I’m going to have to amp up my efforts and switch tools.”

  Gone was her alarm. Intrigue moved in to take its place. Dark eyes came alive with curiosity. Her breathing was heavy, labored. The soft blade of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “Yes, Mitch, of course. You’re a professional firefighter so I trust you to choose the right tool for the right job.” Her voice deepened with undeniable excitement.

  He loved how she played along. He smiled as everything in him reached out to her. Damn, she really was something else. Unlike all the other women he’d been with, Sara was interested in this being a fantasy for him, too.

  Mitch climbed to his feet and gathered her into his arms. Her hair fell over her face and he brushed it back, taking great care in tucking it behind her ear. Desire clouded her eyes and her breath caught. She shivered, her body reacting to his touch.

  Wanting to keep the intimate contact at all times, he pulled her closer. Her small hands raced around his neck, her fingers linked together.

  Seeking an even deeper intimacy, Mitch put his lips close to hers and ravished her mouth. Warm and firm, she pressed against him. Aching to feel his cock inside her hot heat, he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked until her mouth was raw and swollen. His tongue sank inside, an urgent exploration. With deep, hungry thrusts, he lashed against the side of her mouth, and then tangled his tongue with hers, swiping her teeth, her lips. As they traded kisses for a long time, her arms tightened, holding him to her, offering herself up to him completely. Her body melted against him as he pillaged her with his tongue. When she gave a needy whimper, an unexpected rush of emotions and sensations ripped through him and caught him off balance. Mitch broke the kiss and inched back.

  Sara sucked in air, her eyes smoldering. She touched his cheek and whispered in a soft tone, “Wow.” A flurry of emotions passed over her face and he wondered what she was thinking.

  His body thrummed, and blood pulsed through his veins. His grin was slow and easy, even though that kiss had shaken him to his core. He worked to compose himself before he dropped to his knees, dragged her down along with him, and fucked her until sun up.

  Reining in his lust, he said, “Wow yourself.”

  Fuck…He cursed under his breath, berating himself for feeling things he knew better than to feel. But with just one kiss, the little vixen had broken through his defenses without even trying.

  Her voice pulled him from his musings. “Maybe seeing you naked will help with the resuscitation.” She gripped his shirt and tugged.

  Mitch stepped back, tore off his shirt in one swift movement, and discarded it.

  “Keep going,” she whispered, her voice low and hoarse.

  His pants and everything under them followed until he stood before her stark naked, his arousal throbbing, clamoring for her attention.

  “Oh my,” he heard her murmur as dark eyes latched on to his cock. “I believe we’ve just found the necessary tool.” She wiggled her finger, motioning him closer.

  When he stepped into her personal space, her soft hand closed around his shaft and stroked gently. She moaned, low in her throat. Her fingers felt like fire on his flesh. Her other hand slipped between his legs and cupped his balls. As she cradled them with the utmost
care, her thumb caressed the base of his shaft gently.

  Sweet fuck!

  His cock clenched and tightened. His sperm put on their running shoes and lined up at the starting gate. Dammit, the last thing he wanted was to explode on impact. He was a firefighter, not a crash-test dummy for Christ’s sake. He eased back, his cock throbbing and begging for release as it slipped from her hand. Her groans of protest morphed into moans of pleasure when he gathered her in his arms and laid her out on the cushiony chair. Heat and desire colored her skin from head to toe, making her look so damn sexy.

  He needed to fuck her. Jesus Christ, did he ever need to fuck her. But first he wanted to help cool her body down. By any means possible.

  Reaching behind him, he pulled his ice-cold water bottle from his jacket. Sara watched his every movement. “I think the first thing we need to do is gain control over that fever. You’re burning up.”

  He snapped open the lid on the bottle and offered her a drink. When she finished, she handed it back.

  “Thanks,” she whispered. “That’s much better.”

  If she thought that was all he had in mind for the ice water, she was sadly mistaken.

  Mitch inched her legs open and nestled himself in between them. He leaned over her. “You’re still dangerously hot, Sara. Let me check your temperature.” Pressing his arms to the chair on either side of her, he bent forward, swiped her nipple with his tongue and then drew it into his mouth for a thorough taste. He released a low moan as her bud tightened in heavenly bliss.

  “Oh God,” she cried, quivering beneath him.

  Mitch scraped his teeth over her tender flesh. “You’re burning up, babe. Extreme measures definitely need to be taken.”

  He went back on his heels and without warning poured a generous amount of cold water over her breasts. The water practically sizzled when it reached her hot flesh.

  Her eyes sprung open. Her body trembled. “That’s cold,” she whimpered.

  In his most serious, professional voice he said, “It’s the only way to take down the fever, Sara.”

  Mitch dipped his head and watched the droplets slide off her nipples and pool in the valley between her mounds. He gulped air as his throbbing cock jutted forward and brushed against her drenched pussy.

  She gyrated until the tip of his shaft breached her opening. Mitch inched back, spread her pussy wide, and poured cold water over her hot center.

  “Oooh, that feels so good,” she murmured.

  His thumb went to her clit. He circled her hard bud slowly and bent forward to lap at the water pooling on her chest.

  She began panting, her breath coming in labored bursts. Long fingers tunneled through his hair and he could feel her heart pound inside her chest. Mitch eased a finger inside her pussy, offering her only a little at a time. She was so goddamn tight he wondered how she’d handle his cock.

  “More,” she cried out, writhing beneath him.

  Deciding it was well past time to alleviate the pull in her body, he changed the tempo, giving her exactly what she needed to bring her to climax. Increasing the pressure on her clit, he tongued her tight nipples, nipping, nibbling, and sucking until the soft quakes at her core became stronger and stronger.

  “Mitch…”

  “I know, babe, I know.” He took a quick drink of water, and held it in his mouth. Sliding down her body, he slipped another finger inside her. His mouth moved to her pussy, where he released the water. The second the cold liquid hit her hot clit, she tumbled into an orgasm.

  “Yes,” she cried out, fisting his hair, her sex muscles spasming and clenching. Her face lit in euphoria. Mitch worked his tongue over her throbbing clit, lavishing her pussy with his undivided attention, prolonging the pleasure as she rode out every last delicious quake.

  He held her for a long time, until she stopped quivering. After a comfortable moment Mitch slid up her body, leaned over her, and said, “I believe your kitty is purring again, Sara.”

  Her hand slid over his chest, slowly, seductively. “Really? I don’t hear a thing,” she said, eyes wide and innocent as her hand traveled lower, until she gripped his cock. “I believe there really is only one tool that will do the trick.”

  He grinned. “You’re a wild woman, Sara Jack.”

  “Wild and wanton woman,” she corrected, stroking his shaft until he just about exploded. “I think it’s time to plug that tool in, Mitch.”

  “Keep that up and my tool will run out of power before I get started. And I don’t think your kitty wants to wait while I have to recharge.”

  Sara laughed out loud and gave him a light and easy kiss on the mouth. It rocked his world.

  He pushed one finger inside her heat. Her eyes lit with pleasure and she shifted beneath him. “It’s pretty hot in there, Sara. I guess I’d better gear up properly.” He reached behind him, grabbed a condom from his jacket, and quickly sheathed himself.

  When he turned back to face her, her eyes were wide, and anticipatory, her smile was soft and perfect, and her gorgeous body was wide-open and welcoming. When she reached her hand out to him, myriad emotions rushed through him. Shit…

  “Come here, baby,” she said, in the sweetest, nicest, girl-next-door voice.

  The sudden need to lose himself in her became so intense, it was almost painful. He began trembling from head to toe.

  “My pleasure,” he whispered, his voice barely recognizable to himself. He pressed his lips to her quivering flesh and kissed a path to her mouth, taking time to indulge in her belly button, her breasts, and the deep hollow of her throat before his lips climbed higher to close over hers.

  “Mmmm…” she moaned and drew his tongue into her mouth, tasting and savoring him like she couldn’t get enough. He knew that feeling all too well.

  His cock probed her opening and no longer could he play their seductive little game or fight down his carnal cravings. He needed her. Now. Hard and fast.

  When her hips bucked forward, his composure completely vanished. His voice came out rough, edgy. “I need to fuck you, Sara.”

  “Yes, fuck me, Mitch. I want your cock inside me,” she murmured, making him forget all rational thought.

  Her tight pussy lips closed around his engorged tip and prompted him into action. He balanced his arms beside her head and in one swift movement slammed into her, hard and fast. With that first sweet contact, an intoxicating mix of heat and fire curled around him.

  He threw his head back and growled. “Jesus,” he cried out as her sheath scorched him. Sara began rocking and her legs slipped around his back, tightening over his ass, taking every inch of his girth inside her.

  He matched her movements, driving harder and harder, going deeper and deeper yet never getting deep enough. Her hands clawed at his back, her teeth biting into his flesh. Mitch drew a quick, sharp breath but was unable to fill his lungs. As he pumped harder and deeper, his skin grew tight, his balls constricted and he could feel pressure brewing deep inside him.

  “I’m not going to last, babe,” he said on a moan.

  He inched back and glanced into her eyes to gauge her reactions. The desire reflecting there became his undoing. His cock began to pulse and throb, and he knew release was only a push away.

  Her legs tightened around him, her fingers burrowed through his hair. “I’m…” she said, her words falling off as her muscles bunched and her liquid desire seared his shaft.

  He felt her muscles tighten around his cock. Flames surged through him and his senses exploded. He bucked forward, driving his cock impossibly deeper. As her juices dripped over him, fire pitched through his blood.

  When she came apart in his arms, Mitch gave himself over to his own orgasm. He threw his head back and came on a growl, enjoying and savoring every delicious pulse. A moment later he collapsed into a heap beside her and angled his body to pull her in close. She turned to face him, her hand going to his cheek, a contented sigh cutting through the silence.

  After their breathing regulated and their tremor
s subsided, she whispered into his mouth, “I believe now my kitty is purring.” The satisfaction written all over her face filled him with male pride.

  He chuckled, slipped his hand between their bodies, and dipped a finger inside her. “I believe it might actually be singing a show tune.”

  Sara laughed out loud and swatted him.

  “Hey,” he said, loving her playful side, “play nice or I just might have to tie you up and spank you.”

  Her eyes went wide with anticipation, with excitement. “Really? Is that something you’d like to do, Mitch? One of your own fantasies perhaps?”

  Before he had time to answer, a noise outside the pool house gained their attention.

  Body tense, Mitch pressed his fingers to his lips. Sara nodded in understanding. A moment later he heard Nick’s and Cassie’s whispered words, then a splash in the pool.

  Mitch quickly removed his condom and went looking for something to clean them up.

  “In my housecoat,” Sara whispered. Mitch pulled out a couple of tissues, and after wetting them with his ice water, washed himself.

  “Christ, that’s cold,” he whispered.

  Sara grinned. “No kidding.”

  “Don’t worry. You’re next,” he said. After he washed himself, he slipped between her legs and wiped her down. She shivered but he suspected it wasn’t from the icy water.

  Once that was completed, he climbed back in beside her. Sara pitched her voice low. “Looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while.” She touched her finger to his lips, her eyes dark, seductive. “What should we do now?” she asked, arching into him, her body giving a little shiver.

  Noticing that the temperature around them had dropped a few degrees, Mitch wrapped his arms around her body, offering his warmth. “I guess we wait,” he said.

  Sara got quiet for a moment, as though deep in thought. A moment later she crinkled her brow and asked, “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

  She didn’t come right out and say it, but her words implied that he might have other calls to take, other women to satisfy.