by Cathryn Fox
“Mmmm… That’s it, sweetheart. Let me taste you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, her body tightened and she orgasmed right there, right into his mouth. He gripped her hips, absorbing her tremors.
He spent a long moment lapping up her cream. When her body stopped convulsing, he climbed to his feet. “It’s not your pussy. You taste like honey. Any man would lose himself in your sweetness. See for yourself.” He put his mouth over hers and kissed her, long and deep. His tongue seared her mouth, scorching her with his heat, leaving his mark. She moaned as her hands eagerly surfed over his body.
He broke the kiss and brushed her hair from her forehead. “So you see, Taylor, you’re perfect. And now that your pussy is all shaved, you’re ready to pull on your sexy red dress and head on over to The Hose.”
When he stepped back, she stole a peek at her newly shaved pubis. Shocked at what she saw, she shot him a glance. “I thought—”
He gave her a sheepish look. “I accidentally shaved it all off.”
She arched a brow. “Accidentally?”
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
She took another look at her smooth pubic area and gently stroked herself. “Mmm, I kind of like that. It feels so soft.”
She watched his eyes darken. “Yeah, that’s my favorite.” His nostrils flared as he drove his hands into his pockets and took one step backward. “If you still have your heart set on playing a pick-up game at The Hose then you’re all ready to go.”
When she heard the mischief in his voice, her head came up with a start. Her eyes met his and he shot her a suggestive look, one filled with the promise of things to come.
It suddenly occurred to her that Christian had just turned the tables on her. Her hunky playboy neighbor was letting her know that he was now calling the shots, not her. She had to admit, it excited the hell out of her.
Deciding to play along, to see where this led them, she climbed from the counter. “Thanks for all your help. I guess I’ll see you later then?”
With his expression hot, wild and lethal, he shrugged. “I still have that game of one on one to play.”
She didn’t miss the double entendre. His words sent a tingle along her nerve endings. “Okay, let’s hope my new image gets me the attention I’m looking for. Wish me luck.”
The gleam in his eyes turned wicked. “You don’t need it.”
4
Oh no, luck wasn’t what she needed. Not at all. What she needed was a good spanking for teasing the shit out of him.
But hey, two could play that game.
If she had her heart set on going to The Hose who was he to stop her? He had no intention of thwarting her plans, and every intention of making sure he was the guy in her bed tonight.
After Taylor left, Christian made his way back to the bathroom and turned on the shower, knowing he had to give his dick what it had been craving all night before he went up in a burst of flames. If he didn’t take the edge off, he’d detonate like a goddamn firecracker the minute he sank into her heat. And boy, oh boy, did he ever plan on sinking into her heat.
As the hot needlelike spray hit his body, his hand drifted downward and closed around his thickening cock, working to release the pressure building inside him. He drew a sharp breath and shifted restlessly, using long, even strokes over his shaft. Goddamn, it felt good. So fucking good…
A low groan crawled out of his throat and his palm picked up tempo, his other hand sliding lower to stroke his aching balls.
He closed his eyes, letting his imagination take him on an erotic journey as he diligently worked his way toward climax. He conjured up the erotic, naked vision of Taylor, standing before him, his for the taking. Her legs spread wide, her pussy cleanly shaven, exposing her lush, blood-engorged clit. Christian licked his lips, savoring the taste of her as it continued to linger on his tongue.
As he thought about what he planned to do to her later, when he had her sprawled across his bed, juices dripped from his slit, and his balls constricted.
The first thing he’d do was strip that gorgeous body of hers bare, and spend a long time just looking at her, until she begged him to take her.
And take her he would.
He’d gather her into his arms and lick her beaded nipples until they hardened in his mouth. Then he’d suck on her tight peaks until she cried out in heavenly bliss.
Once his mouth had had its fill, he’d move between her legs, press a hot kiss to her pussy and ravish her with dark hunger. With his face moving between her thighs, he’d inch open her pink lips and hungrily tongue her sweet spot.
“Jesus,” he whispered under his breath, clinging to the sexy image. He envisioned himself manipulating her lush clit, sucking and raking his teeth over her engorged nub. When she cried out in painful pleasure, he’d change tactics and use the soft blade of his tongue to soothe the sting left behind.
He’d push one finger deep inside her, brushing over her G-spot, slow and steady until she quaked, shuddered and orgasmed beneath him, then he’d lap up her milky sweet cream. After drinking in every delicious drop of her feminine nectar, he’d drive his cock between her hot, pink lips and ride her with wild abandonment.
Senses exploding, Christian dragged in air. With his orgasm merely a few strokes away, his hands began to work harder over his dick. Trembling and panting, he bit down on his lower lip, remembering how sweet her pussy had tasted. He swallowed. Hard.
As he pictured her tight sex muscles gripping his cock, it snapped his last vestige of control.
“Fuck…” He groaned out loud as pressure mounted inside him. He cupped his sac, and stroked his dick faster. With his cock thickening to the point of no return, his heart raced and his brain quit functioning.
He grunted something incoherent, stroked once more and stilled his movements. A second later, he shot hot come into the steady stream of steamy water and gave a low growl of contentment.
Temporarily sated, he finished washing up, dressed and quickly made his way to The Hose. He stepped inside and let his gaze brush over the crowd. The place was packed, but it didn’t take him long to zero in on Taylor. The second he spotted her, he a felt a flash of possessiveness rush though his bloodstream.
Sitting at the bar dressed in a red-hot dress, she nursed a drink, her gaze darting to the door every few seconds. Obviously, with the crowd blocking her vision, she hadn’t seen him come in.
With a predatory advance, he weaved his way through the congestion and closed the gap between them. Lust exploded inside him as he took in her tight, curve-hugging dress and long, shapely legs. Memories of how they felt wrapped around him only a short while before made him quake and nearly shut down his brain. As he envisioned himself getting reacquainted with her lips, both sets, his whole body shook. All he could think about was touching her, kissing her and making sweet passionate love to her. He brushed up against her, his lust-drunk mind making speech nearly impossible.
He didn’t wait for an opening. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
Her body tightened when she heard his voice. She angled her head. Her eyes flared with heat when they met his.
“Nope. Help yourself,” came her breathy reply.
With sexual awareness arcing between them, Christian sat beside her, stretched his legs out in front of him and held out his hand. “I’m Christian Bain, firefighter from Station 419.”
Regarding him with wide, come-hither eyes, Taylor smiled and played along. “Nice to meet you, Christian. I’m Taylor Dayton, pastry chef at Chez Frontenac.” The curiosity and excitement in her tone fed the intensity of his arousal.
With his cock aching to be inside her and his mouth watering to taste every delicious inch of her body, he decided to get right to the point. “So what brings you here tonight, Taylor?”
She twisted on her stool to face him. Her pretty pink tongue snaked out to moisten her lips. When she bent close, her warm strawberry-scented breath aroused all his senses.
She didn’t bother to skirt the iss
ue. “Well, actually, I’m looking for a man.”
He cocked his head, his groin tightening with need as he watched her reactions. “A man, huh? Any man, or do you have someone specific in mind?”
She licked her lips again, her voice a low velvet seduction. “You see, Christian.” She paused. “It’s Christian, right?” When he nodded his head, she continued, “Well, I have this fire burning deep inside me. So I’m here at this firefighter bar looking for a man who really knows how to handle his hose.”
Working double time to tamp down his dick before it exploded through his zipper, he studied the other men in the room. “I’m sure any man here is capable of that, which makes me wonder why you’re still sitting here alone.”
“Ahh, but he also needs to be skilled with his fingers and his tongue.” She blew a slow breath and looked at him with pure lust. “I’m tired of amateurs. I want a man who knows his way around a woman’s body.”
Jesus. H. Christ. Her bold words made his cock thicken and press against his pants to the point of pain. He was certain the teeth on his zipper were going to give way, one by one.
She sighed and took another drink of her daiquiri. “I’m afraid the men I’ve met here tonight don’t quite fit the bill, which is the reason I’m still here alone.”
As sexual tension hung heavy, he slid his gaze over her body. “I think it’s your lucky night.”
“You do?” She glanced around, taking in the men at the pool table. Her body quivered with hope as they settled back on him.
“Yeah, I know a man who fits all those requirements,” he added. The desire reflecting in her gaze became his undoing, shattering what little control he had left.
“Where is he?”
“You’re looking at him, sweetheart.” He grabbed her elbow and hauled her to her feet. When their bodies collided, he said, “Come with me.” Unable to wait another second to fuck her, he packaged her against his side and slipped out the back door, to the owner’s off-limits, private terrace. He was pretty sure his buddy Stan wouldn’t mind them invading his personal space, given the circumstance and all.
Shrouded in darkness, he backed her up and nailed her against the wall, caging her between his body and the brick building. He inhaled her aroused scent as it perfumed the garden. He filled his lungs with her enticing aroma, slid his fingers through her hair and angled her head.
“I’m the man that can give you what you want…and what you need.”
In a sultry, almost breathless voice, she asked, “What about your game of one on one?”
“I’m about to play it.”
With that his lips crashed down on hers, advancing their relationship to the next stage. His hands raced over her body, palming her soft curves. Taylor arched into him, urging him on.
He fingered the silky material of her dress before he hauled it up and slipped his hand between her legs. Fuck. She wasn’t wearing any panties. He brushed his finger over her sleek sex and growled out loud. “Mmmm, smooth. My favorite.”
She bucked against his hand. “I guess it’s a good thing you shaved me clean then,” she murmured, her words reminding him of their sexy encounter in his bathroom, and that she had the prettiest pussy he’d ever set eyes on. “Because I want you to go wild on me.”
Aching to plunge into her heat, his body shook uncontrollably. “You are so fucking hot.”
She began panting, her whole body trembling. “You make me this way.” Her bold, sexy words sent heat charging to his cock.
“Is that right?” he asked, pleased as hell at her admission.
“Yeah, that’s right. I want you, Christian.”
His nostrils flared, and he crooned into her ear, “What exactly is it you want from me?”
She raced her fingers through his hair. “I want you to fuck me.”
Jesus.
Needing to do just that, Christian grabbed her hips, spun her around and tucked her backside against his groin. He captured her wrists and pressed her palms to the brick wall, loving the way she wanted him. “Keep your hands there, babe.” Positioning his mouth close to her ear he whispered, “And spread you legs for me.”
After she obliged, he gathered the hem of her dress and pulled it up, exposing her lush ass. He whacked her. Hard. “That’s for teasing the shit out of me earlier,” he growled into her ear.
“Oh God, yes.” She moved restlessly against him.
He whacked her again, leaving a bright red mark. “And that’s because you like it.”
Hands braced against the wall exactly like she was told, she tipped her ass up, offering herself up to him so nicely.
Fuck…
Christian moaned, slid his hand over her curves and pushed a finger inside her damp sex, pleased as hell to find her dripping wet. “Now I see why you needed a man who knew how to handle his hose. You’re on fire, baby.”
She adjusted her body, opening herself up to him. “Do you think you can help me put out the fire?” she asked, her words choppy, impatient.
He pulled his finger from her pussy and slapped her ass. “Oh baby, believe me, I’m the only man who can help you with these kind of flames.”
Christian slid to his knees and pressed his mouth to her ass. He brushed his lips over her smooth cheeks and then pulled them open. She whimpered low in her throat.
He breathed a kiss over her ass. “You’re burning up, baby. Everywhere.”
He leaned in, and using the tip of his tongue, made a slow pass over her lush backside soothing the sting left behind from his hands. When her body shook beneath his touch, he chuckled. “You like that?”
“Oh yeah.” She wiggled against him. “I like.”
Christian slipped a finger between her legs and stroked her blood-swollen clit. She was so fucking hot his ministrations brought her to the brink in no time at all. When he slipped a finger all the way up inside her pussy and stirred her heat, she sagged against the wall.
“I want you to come for me again, baby. So I can taste your sweet cream.”
“Christian,” she whispered, her muscles clenching and tightening around his finger. “I—” Her words died off as she came for him, just like he’d asked her to. Her sex muscles pulsed around his finger, driving him into a frenzy of need.
“That’s a girl. Come all over my finger.” When her tremors subsided, he pulled his finger out and brought it to his mouth. “Mmm. So sweet and delicious, exactly like I remember.”
Her voice was as shaky as her body. “I want you inside me, Christian. Please…”
Moving with lightning speed, he tore off his pants, quickly sheathed himself and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She wiggled and arched her back, granting him access.
“Tell me what you want,” he prompted, yearning to hear how much she needed him.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Tell me how you like it, baby. Soft and slow, or hard and fast,” he asked, desperate to please her, caring about her and her pleasures in a way that he’d never cared about another.
Her words came out broken. “I…want it hard…and fast.”
In one swift movement, he pushed into her, giving them both what they’d been craving. “Ah, fuck,” he moaned as her muscles clenched around him. It was the sweetest thing he’d ever felt. Blistering heat exploded inside him. Goddamn, she wasn’t the only one on fire. He pumped into her. “You feel so good, sweetheart.”
When her knees wobbled, he wrapped his arm around her waist to support her. His other hand went to her clit. He rolled his thumb over it until her body shook and spasmed with pleasure.
Her soft moans resonated through his body. Teetering on the edge of ecstasy, he continued to slam his cock in and out of her, unable to get enough. He pushed harder, deeper, until her cries of pleasure carried in the evening breeze.
In no time at all, her pussy clenched around his cock and she exploded all over him. “Christian,” she murmured as her hot cream dripped over his shaft. “Oh God, Christian.”
When her tremors finally subsided, he pulled his cock out, holding out for more. Dammit, he loved how hot she got for him and the frenzied way she wanted him. He stroked his hands over her ass and reinserted a finger into her wet pussy, needing to taste her cream again.
Suddenly, the garden door opened and someone stepped outside. Christian was pretty sure the burly guy who’d just taken up residence in the foliage had spotted them. Instead of leaving them in private, he angled his body in their direction, as though ready to enjoy the erotic show.
“We’re being watched,” he whispered into her ear, wiggling his finger in her hot sex.
She gave a sexy little gasp and twisted her head to see him. “What?”
With a nod, he signaled toward the bushes. “Over there.”
“Should we go?” Her voice sounded rough, raspy…intrigued. When he felt her pussy quiver, it occurred to him how much that excited her. Hell, he’d had no idea his little Taylor was an exhibitionist. Truthfully, he could hardly believe how wild and wicked she really was. In fact, he was discovering a whole lot of delicious things about his sexy best friend.
“We could go.” He moved his wet finger to her ass. Pulling open her cheeks, he slathered her opening with her cream, needing in some inexplicable way to be inside her, to claim her, everywhere. “Or you could let me fuck your hot ass while he watches.”
“Oh Jesus.” Her whole body began shaking. Her tone and body language clearing indicated how much she wanted him to do that.
Making no attempt at discretion, Christian slapped her ass, and then dipped into her pussy for more cream. He rubbed it over his cock and positioned himself at her back entrance.
“Do you like being watched, Taylor?” When she didn’t answer, he continued, “Does it excite you to know that some guy over there is about to watch me fuck you like this?” Christian closed his eyes against the flood of heat gravitating south. He drew a breath, working to calm himself, not wanting to climax quite yet.
She gulped and quivered beneath him, totally lost in the moment. “I…”
His voice dropped an octave. “It’s okay, Taylor. It excites me too. He can watch me fuck you, watch me drive my cock deep into your ass, wishing it was him instead of me, but he can’t have you, because you’re mine.”