I moaned, rubbing myself against him. I cursed my clothes…and his patience.
“Easy, sweetheart. We have all night.”
Smiling against my lips, he eased back, which only created more pressure within me. I was wild for the man, for his touch and his dirty words in my ears. I was ready to do anything to recapture the pleasure we’d found before.
I didn’t really have all night, not if I was being responsible. I was starting my new job in the morning, but suddenly I didn’t give a shit. Staying up all night tearing up the sheets with Darren would be worth it, any day.
With one hand still around my wrist, he spun me so my back was to him.
He licked and nibbled up the column of my neck, sending a thousand tiny sparks of desire over my skin. My tits were suddenly heavy and tight, outgrowing my bra in my mind.
“Love your taste…the way you smell.” He moaned softly, nuzzling into my hair. “You’re a gift, Vanessa. I want to unwrap you.”
I grinned like a girl about to get her wish. I craved his skin on mine and so much more. “Then what?”
“You want me to spoil the surprise? Or do you want me to tell you all the filthy things I’m going to do to you?”
My breathing sped up. I’d never been great at dirty talk, but Darren was different. He was bad and uninhibited, and I loved it. I wanted to hear him promise me ecstasy in slow explicit detail.
“Tell me everything.” I rolled my head back on his shoulder and shifted my ass to tease the prize in his pants a little more.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Bad girl,” he growled. He seized my other wrist, binding them both behind me with one firm grip. The circumstance put unwelcome distance between our bodies. Then he turned us together so we faced my mirror.
His dark gaze met mine. “Okay, Vanessa. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to strip you down. First your clothes.” He nipped at the place where my neck met my shoulder and started slowly zipping down the back of my sheath dress. “Then your modesty. I’m going to spread your legs and take my time admiring the paradise between your thighs. I’ve been fantasizing about your beautiful little cunt, Vanessa, and all the things I want to do to it.”
I arched back against him.
“Then I’m going to make you come all over my hand. I want you loose so I can fuck you hard.” He yanked my dress down over my shoulder.
My eyes rolled back, and the blood in my body seemed to double. I was pulsing. Heavy. Overflowing with desire. He was single-handedly doing this to me with words, and only his touch could rescue me.
“How does that sound, sweetheart?”
I released a whimper. “Yes… God, yes.”
He released his hold on my wrists and my dress fell at my feet. Unclasping my bra, he let that fall away too.
My chest heaved under uneven breaths. My need for his hands on me was outrageous. But he touched me only to drag my panties down to the floor with the rest of my clothes. I stood there, naked everywhere he was still clothed. Vulnerable. Aching so badly for him.
I sighed as his hands traveled the contours of my back, all the way down to where my ass creased against my upper thigh.
“And this pretty little ass of yours. I’m going to do things to that too one day. I’m going to make you come a thousand ways. That’s a promise.”
Anticipation turned into an unbearable heat under my skin. I was so wound up, I might have said yes to anything. Even things I’d never done before.
No one had commanded my pleasure the way Darren had. He turned sex into something so much more for me. There was nothing repetitive or simple about the way we came together. I’d go anywhere with him. Say yes to any invitation.
Foolish maybe, but a part of me wanted to be the best he’d ever had too. I was determined to give him more than the other women who’d had him.
He leaned down, softly kissing my shoulder. “Spread your legs for me.”
I swallowed and moved my feet apart a comfortable distance.
He lifted his head, and I met his hungry stare in the mirror. I knew then that he was going to make good on his dirty promises. Right in front of this mirror.
A different kind of warmth eased any lingering tension in my muscles. The whisper of his breath on my skin and the comforting heat of his body behind me. I was vulnerable, but I felt safe and treasured above everything else.
Curving his hand to my front, he slid over my wet slit. I was throbbing for his touch. Situating my hypersensitive clit between the lengths of two fingers, he pinched gently.
I sucked in a breath and held back the cry that lodged in my throat. The action hadn’t brought me pain but made the ache in my clit all the more acute. Then, with slow firm strokes, he gave me the touch I’d been aching for, and my body climbed with every caress.
Even with the erotic vision staring back at me, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Stars lit up the darkness behind my eyelids, and I chased the incredible sensations his talented fingers were inspiring.
He released my wrists and used the hand that wasn’t pleasuring me to toy with my breast, squeezing and pinching. I thrust my hips into his touch, racing for more contact. He kept going at my clit, and I was edging closer to that sweet release.
“I want your pleasure more than I want mine, Vanessa. I want to see your face when you come for me. Watch.”
I opened my eyes and made a small sound of protest when he halted his ministrations. He swept a hand from my breast to my pussy, dragging his fingers through the moisture that had accumulated there.
Then he was back at my clit, anchoring my body to that delirious pleasure center. Behind me, his fingers slid between my cheeks.
I grabbed his forearm, bracing myself, no words. Then he pushed a single digit past the tight circle of my anus.
With a gasp, I rose on my toes, but his penetration only went deeper, again and again. The pressure on my clit went harder. My cheeks and chest were red with heat. My eyes were glossy with lust and need, wide open as Darren continued to assault all my senses. His fingers were in me just about every way a lover could be, but my shock melted almost instantly.
The orgasm I’d been running toward crashed over me like a tidal wave. Fast and hard and crushing.
“Oh my God!”
The cry that came out of me was pure ecstasy. I quaked in his arms. My legs buckled under the incredible release. My body went slack against him, and he held me as pleasure hummed through me.
“What are you doing to me?”
He whispered a kiss against my neck and held me a little tighter.
“I’m ruining you for anyone else but me.”
DARREN
All the days without her melted together, stacked up like a heavy weight. I needed relief.
Lying on the bed, waiting and wanting, she was perfection. Smooth skin curved around a body that had my dick aching every time I saw her. The slight plane of her belly. Breasts that fit perfectly in my palms. The glistening lips of her bare pussy, spread for me, waiting for my cock.
This hadn’t been part of my master plan, but I sure as hell wasn’t arguing. We could sit and eat and talk and try to get on the same page with my screwed up past another night. Right now, all I cared about was burying myself so deep in Vanessa that nothing else existed.
I wanted her rough and sweet, feisty and loose. I wanted her mouth, her pussy, and any place else she’d let me in. I’d consume her, pleasure her, and use her until neither one of could see straight.
Even as the thought entered my mind, I wondered if it would ever be enough. In my nearly thirty years of living, I could barely remember the faces belonging to the bodies that had given me release. I’d craved that pinnacle moment, but never the person. Nothing like this.
Now I doubted whether I could ever stop needing to sate myself inside Vanessa, this beautiful incredible woman, over and over.
I tugged my T-shirt over my head and shucked off my pants and boxers. I found a condom in my pocket and rolled it on. I wanted her s
o goddamn bad I was shaking. The bed dipped under my weight as I nudged her thighs apart around me. I caressed up her thigh and hip and over her belly.
I trailed down to her mound and spread her open…pink and sweet and ripe. My mouth watered, and I resisted the urge to lick her straight into another orgasm.
Slowly, I pressed into her pussy with my fingers, exploring the wet velvet flesh. She gasped and gripped me when I grazed her G-spot, the place I knew would put her over the edge again and again.
“This pussy is mine.”
She answered with a sigh.
The need to consume her, to physically lose myself to her in every conceivable way, overwhelmed me.
Maybe I could lose the man I’d once been. The one who’d wasted time with too many others who weren’t her. I could just be hers. Pleasure her, comfort her, and show her things about her body that no one ever would.
I wanted to be that man.
She spread her legs farther and lifted her hips into my slow torturing touch.
“I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked. Tell me that’s what you want.”
Her eyelids fluttered to half-mast. “I want that.”
“No one’s ever going to have you the way I will,” I said, my words heavy with the promise. I dropped down, hovering over her supple body.
She lifted her torso and brought me to her at once, kissing me hard. “Take me. Ruin me.”
I groaned against her mouth and met her passion with all of mine. I guided the tip of my cock into her and then shoved into her so hard her breath rushed out.
“Mine.”
Her lip trembled, and a single affirmation came out in whisper. “Yes.”
I cupped the back of her neck and circled around her hips, holding her in place. Then I pounded into her. She dug her nails into my sides. I didn’t care. I welcomed the pinpoints of discomfort. She took me completely. Her pussy was tight and slick around my cock. I slammed home again and again.
“Vanessa…”
I said her name over and over, and together we created an erotic symphony. The sound of our bodies crashing, becoming one. Breathless adorations mixed with her cries as they grew louder and longer.
I couldn’t tell when she stopped coming and started again. Still, I felt her climbing higher with me all the way. Everything was too intense, like an electric storm between us—dangerous and overpowering.
My pulse hammered in my veins. With every desperate touch between us, a strange emotion raged through me, mingling with the ecstasy I felt being inside her body.
I didn’t want it to end.
Her cunt rippled over me, and she pressed her head back into bed with a loud cry. My control shattered. Pleasure fired through me like a hard drug. The orgasm rocked me, and I slammed my hips against her one last time. I fused us together tightly, embedding myself into her so completely and came.
As the seconds passed, the tension in her body released and her touch fell away. The sweat on my skin cooled, but my head was still buzzing.
As I slipped from her body, a satisfied smile curved her lips.
“You certainly know how to keep your promises, Mr. Bridge.”
I laughed softly and kissed her. I had the distinct feeling that no one had ever fucked Vanessa quite that thoroughly, and I was glad for it.
Begrudgingly, I left her to take care of the condom. When I came back, she hadn’t moved an inch. I lay beside her on the bed and admired her.
When I pressed a kiss to her belly, her stomach growled.
She laughed and put her hand there. “Sorry. I guess I am hungry.”
“I’ll get you a plate.” I moved off the bed and grabbed my jeans in case Eli decided to come back unexpectedly.
“I can get it.” She lifted to her elbows, still glowing and flushed. She was a beautiful sight.
“Relax, I’ll be right back.”
Damn, running after that boss of hers all day and she expected me to let her serve herself.
She lay back, looking thoroughly blissed out. “This is too decadent.”
I zipped up my jeans. “Yeah?”
She sighed. “I feel like I’m living on a fantasy island where all the gender roles are reversed. A breathtakingly handsome man is going to prepare me a home-cooked meal after giving me one of the most intense sexual encounters I’ve ever had.”
Pride curled through me. I planned to give her so many more encounters like this one, and I’d cook for her every damn night if she kept working herself like this.
I shook my head, feeling more and more pissed about the way her boss treated her. No respect for her time, and from the small hints she’d given me, her intellect too. She was little more than an indentured servant to him.
That someone as smart and talented as Vanessa could justify that kind of treatment blew my mind. I resolved to talk to her more about it.
“Anytime, red.”
I went to the kitchen, plated some chicken and biscuits, and warmed up the gravy.
She ate and I watched, content that the night had gone as it had. I’d missed her, but I couldn’t fully appreciate how much until she was there in front of me.
I’d had plenty of meaningless sex with women I’d never see again. But with Vanessa, each time felt new, like opening a door and discovering what lay within. Figuring out the key to her pleasure drove me, but the orgasms weren’t enough. I wanted that hazy look in her eye afterward that told me what we’d done meant more to her.
Despite my past and all my stupid mistakes, I had to make her believe that it meant more to me too.
But tonight wasn’t a night for confessions. My muscles felt too good. My cock was still humming with the memory of being tight inside her. She was glowing and happy. I didn’t want to ruin any of that right now.
Chapter Twelve
VANESSA
I woke up to the unwelcome sound of my phone alarm. I turned it off. As I blinked away sleep, my room came into focus. I sighed and stretched. My muscles ached a little from being up late with Darren, but I didn’t regret a minute of it.
Darren stirred beside me. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and when I came back, he was sitting propped up against the bed frame, the sheet bunched at his waist. He was holding something in his hand.
“Who’s this?” he said.
Heat rushed to my cheeks and I went to him. “None of your business.”
I reached for the little brown bear in his hands, but he moved it before I could grab it. I sat beside him on the bed and crossed my arms, feeling slightly mortified. I was twenty-six, after all.
“Put him down, Darren.”
“Listen. If you’re going to have a guest in the bed I want to share with you, I should at least know the name of my competition.”
I laughed and pushed at his chest. “He’s hardly competition.”
“No? You didn’t light up like that for me when you got home.”
“Stop teasing me.” I sat up on my knees, wrestled the little cloth creature from his grasp, and tossed it out of sight on the other side of the bed.
Truth was, I lit up every time I thought about Darren, let alone shared the room with him. Whether he could see it or not, I came alive with him in my life. That fact frightened me as much as it enlivened me.
“What’s his name?”
I rolled my eyes because I knew he wasn’t going to let up until I’d answered all his silly questions.
“Beau. Okay? Can we talk about something else now?”
His eyebrows arched. “And I’m not supposed to be jealous?”
“Beau is my dad’s name. So, no. It was a gift from one of the times he remembered my birthday.”
“Oh.” His smirk faded a bit. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m not.”
I shrugged, because, truly, I wasn’t sad about it. Beau was my father, true enough. But he was also a man. A flawed human, just like the rest of us.
“Not everyone’s cut out for parenthood. He could have s
tuck around, and maybe that would have been worse for me.”
“Not everyone would be so forgiving,” he said softly, tracing circles over my bent knee.
“We are who we are. Some people aren’t capable of being what the world wants them to be.”
“Did your mom ever remarry?”
“Yeah, Phil’s a nice guy.”
“You don’t sound like you’re thrilled with him.”
I shrugged again. “He’s fine. Beau was the love of her life. What they had, she’ll never have with someone like Phil, but they’re happy together. I’m glad she’s not alone anymore. And I know he’ll never break her heart.”
His eyes were serious, but he didn’t say anything for a while.
Deep down I knew that Darren already had the ability to break my heart. Shatter it beyond all recognition. The passion we had between us was unrivaled. It was also dangerous. The men of my past were nothing next to a man like Darren.
As if he wanted to derail those unspoken thoughts, he reached for me. In a flash, I was under him, his warm naked body stretched over me. I released a breathy sigh when he pinned my arms above my head. Something inside me melted at the feel of him over me, holding me captive.
Then he spread his touch everywhere. Pushing my nightshirt up with one hand, he toyed with my nipple until it beaded under his touch. Then he flicked his tongue over the tip.
“Love your tits. Your body.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth and released it with a pop. He trailed his lips over my breastbone, hovering over my heart where he placed a gentle kiss. “Everything,” he whispered, his light brown eyes bewitching me.
I was falling for this man. Hook, line, and sinker.
I closed my eyes, letting the memory of last night wash over me, adding to the potency of what Darren’s touch was doing to me now. Even being tender from our exertions last night, I ached for him again.
“And this…” He slid his hand into my underwear.
I bit my lip when he found my clit, rubbing it to life and sending pinpricks of heat over my skin.
“Darren, what are you doing to me?”
I didn’t think we had time for a diversion this morning. Even so, I spread my legs wider to accommodate his touch. I shifted my hips forward, and he answered by slipping two fingers into me, his thumb barely grazing my clit. Just enough to keep me wanting more. He twisted gently inside me, teasing the walls of my sensitive inner flesh and then withdrawing. Over and over. Carefully at first, and then rougher. Every nerve ending was alive, pulsing with pleasure.
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