Strip Tease

by Karen Erickson

  Janelle’s hands went to Nate’s fly without hesitation, fumbling with the snap and undoing it, then going for the zipper. It slid down with ease. His hands fell away when her head dipped, her fingers slipping inside his jeans to clasp his cock, teasing him through the cotton of his underwear.

  “You’re huge.” She sounded full of wonder and his ego puffed up another notch. He couldn’t deny he liked the way this woman made him feel.

  As if he were on top of the world, like he could do no wrong.

  “I’ve been hard since we left the restaurant,” he admitted.

  She gazed up at him, her mouth dropping open. “Really?”

  With a nod, he cupped her cheeks again, stroking her soft skin with his thumbs, making her sigh. “I get hard every time I’m near you.”

  Her eyes widened and he smoothed a thumb across her damp lips. She drew him inside her mouth, sucking him, swirling her tongue around his thumb with slow, seductive movements. He stared in fascination at those glistening pink lips wrapped so tightly around him, imagining her sucking his cock, remembering when she’d done it before.

  “You taste so good,” she whispered after releasing his thumb from her mouth with a soft pop. “Kiss me, Nate.”

  He crushed his mouth to hers, their tongues meeting, dancing wildly. He slipped his hands into her hair, sifting through the silky soft strands and she moaned into his mouth.

  The little sounds she made in the back of her throat made his cock grow harder and she smoothed her hand over him once more, before moving to the waistband of his jeans. She pushed at them, trying to yank them down with one hand and he released his hold on her, more than willing to help.

  She watched with hungry eyes as he tore off his shirt, shucked his jeans and then his underwear, leaving him standing stark naked before her.

  “Wow,” Janelle whispered, reaching out to trail her fingers along his abdomen. His stomach rippled with her touch, muscles clenching and tingling. “I don’t think I got a good enough look at you that night, since we spent most of it in bed, in the dark.”

  “How about we relive that night? Right now?” God, if she turned him away he didn’t know what he would do, he wanted her so bad.

  “Yes,” she breathed, pressing herself to him. She wound her arms around his neck, sunk her hands into his hair and guided his mouth to hers in a soul stirring kiss.

  He smoothed his hands down to her waist, over her hips, cupping her lace-covered ass. She ground against him and he slipped his hands beneath the lace to knead warm, smooth flesh.

  He couldn’t get enough of her curves, her lush, smooth body. Her breasts pressed against his naked chest, nipples tangling in his chest hair and she rubbed back and forth, causing a spark of friction to rise between them.

  “I want you,” she whispered against his mouth. “Here. Right now.”

  “I want you too.” He thrust against her, squeezing her ass. “Do you have a condom?”

  A sigh escaped her and her eyes flew open, staring blindly into his. “Don’t you have one in your wallet? I can’t wait, Nate. I need you now.”

  He liked how anxious she was, how much she wanted him and didn’t have a problem showing it. He wanted her too. But enough to throw caution to the wind and have sex without a condom?

  He couldn’t do that. It would be stupid, irresponsible. Reluctantly releasing his grip on her, he went for his jeans, yanking his wallet from the back pocket. He found the spare condom he kept and tore it open, sheathing himself quickly.

  He went to her, grasping her shoulders and walking her backward until her back was against the wall. She rested her hands on his shoulders, squeezing him and he kissed her mouth once, twice before moving down to trail a path of kisses down her throat.

  With her whispered words of encouragement, he moved downward, sucking and licking her delicious nipples as she held on to him. Her fingers tugged on his hair, her leg swinging round to curl around him. He could smell the musky sweet scent of her arousal, knew if he slipped his fingers between her legs, she would be wet. Her needy whimpers told she was ready and his cock jerked with eagerness.

  Slipping a hand between them, he tested her, his finger sinking into the hot wet clasp of her sex. Clenching muscles tightened around his finger, keeping him there, melting all around him and he thrust once, twice, making her cry out.

  Ah Christ, she felt so good. He needed to be inside her now.

  Withdrawing from her, he stood straight and pressed his palms flat against the wall on either side of her head. He stared down at her flushed face and her gaze met his, piercing into him. Her hips rocked against his, wet curls brushing the base of his cock and a shudder moved through his body.

  Nate kissed her lush mouth and she opened beneath him, her tongue licking. He couldn’t get enough of her, wanted to plunder her mouth all night, until their lips were raw and their jaws tired.

  “Please.” The single word was a whisper across his lips, the need filling her voice an indication she couldn’t wait much longer.

  Neither could he.

  He cupped her ass tight and lifted her with ease. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist, her molten hot center rubbing against his throbbing cock and he shifted, thrust up and entered her with one long stroke.

  A strangled moan escaped her and her head listed back, smacking against the wall with a soft thump. He pumped in and out of her lazily, setting a slow rhythm, wanting to make it good for her. If he went with his gut, he’d pound into her three times tops and come like a geyser.

  He figured she wouldn’t appreciate that.

  “Faster,” she encouraged, her eyes closed and her head moving from side to side, her long hair sliding and sticking to the wall.

  “Any faster babe and I’ll come.”

  “I don’t care. I want it faster. Harder.” Her eyes drifted open and he lost himself in their blue depths, his concentration so centered on her he forgot everything else.

  He was falling for her. Hard. Fast. It scared him but it also made him feel good. It felt right.

  Shit.

  * * * *

  God, his cock was so big and he was filling her so completely Janelle thought she might burst. Again and again, Nate stroked her deep, hitting her G-spot with his every thrust and withdrawal, keeping a leisurely pace that made her want to scream.

  She wanted to be taken. She wanted it harder, faster, downright primal. Squeezing his shoulders, she lifted her hips, attempting to quicken the pace but it was difficult when she was pressed firmly against the wall.

  “Nate.” She touched his face, cupped his chin and his lust-dazed eyes drifted open, his strokes becoming more pronounced. “I want more.”

  His dark brows furrowed in confusion.

  “I want it hard. Faster.” She kissed him. “Please.”

  She had no idea what possessed her, but she wasn’t in the mood for soft, passive lovemaking tonight. She wanted it rough and exhilarating. She needed to see him lose control.

  Eyes squinting, he watched her closely. “What exactly do you want, Janelle?”

  “Fuck me.” Her eyes slid closed and she ground against him, earning a strangled moan from him for her efforts. “Fuck me, Nate.”

  With a grunt, he did as she asked. His hips pumped hard, his cock thrusting in and out of her with a delicious friction that made her gasp and strain. Big rough hands gripped her buttocks, fingers dug into her flesh, bruising her, and she cried out, only to have the sound swallowed by his punishing mouth.

  Yes, this was what she wanted. Sweaty, dirty, carnal fucking. His hands were brutal upon her tender flesh, his hips bumping against hers, his mouth and teeth and tongue devouring her.

  She loved it, wanted more, her body so primed and ready to fall over that decadent edge which hovered just out of reach.

  “Yes, yes,” she whispered over and over again after he released her mouth, her arms a stranglehold around his neck. Her breasts bounced with his every thrust, the sound of sweat-slicked flesh connecting
filling her ears.

  She was so wet, she could hear the juicy clasp of her sex every time he pumped inside her and she moaned. Her head and belly tingled in anticipation.

  Womb tightening, she gripped him harder, ground herself against him, and then she cried out, the orgasm overtaking her. Blissful tremors radiated from her belly outward, making her entire body tingle.

  With a roar of her name he spilled himself, his hips tensing as his limbs shook with the power of his climax. Smoothing her hand over his hair, she soothed him with whispered words and soft kisses on his forehead.

  He released her, setting her on her feet gently, his hands drifting across her shoulders in the barest of caresses. Tearing off the condom, he went into the kitchen and disposed of it.

  Janelle stood where he left her on shaky legs, unsure what to do next. She was the tease who lured him up here in the first place. Would he stay the night?

  Nate padded back into the living room, looking completely comfortable in his naked state. A zing of pleasure moved through her at the sight of him.

  His arms bulged in the right places, strong and sure. His broad chest, flat abs and stomach were pure perfection. His cock stood at half-mast. Looking at him made her want him again.

  She stood frozen when he approached, wary and a little worried. He slipped his arms around her waist and kissed her softly, immediately easing her fears. Her lips clung to his, she held onto him and he squeezed her tight.

  “Bedroom?” he asked.

  “Okay.” She nodded and disentangled herself from him. Taking his hand, she led him to her tiny room. Yet again, she felt awkward. This after-sex thing was hard, something she’d rarely experienced.

  Since she’d never really had what someone would call a long-term relationship, she’d never dealt with it. She’d had plenty of sex, but it was usually the kind that ended with, ‘Hey, gotta go, been nice knowin’ you’.”

  And then she never saw the guy again.

  She’d never let herself be open to the possibility of a relationship before. They scared her too damn much.

  Janelle released his hand when they entered the bedroom and she rounded the bed to her side, pulling the covers back with efficient movements. He went to the other side, helping her with the comforter before crawling beneath it as if he belonged there.

  Settling himself against the pillows, his arms bent behind his head, fingers laced at the back of his neck. He glanced up, caught her watching him and his eyes darkened.

  “Is this all right?”

  It was more than all right. A wave of pleasure so strong it nearly made her sway on her feet rolled through her just looking at him.

  So masculine, so confident with her pale blue pseudo-Shabby Chic comforter pooled around his waist. She wanted to crawl on top of him and rub her breasts against his chest. Maybe even cup her breasts in her hands and offer them to his mouth, watch him suck on her nipples greedily, which he was sooo good at.

  Her skin heated and desire pooled low in her belly.

  Realizing he waited for her answer, she nodded, climbing under the covers to join him. His hard cock brushed against her leg as she settled in and she stared up at him with wide eyes.

  With one dark brow cocked, Nate smiled at her, his brown eyes smoldering with intensity. It didn’t seem to take much to arouse him, though she felt the same.

  “Looks like you’re ready for round two,” she murmured, her hand clasped around his thick length.

  A harsh breath escaped him at the gentle stroke of her fingers. “I’ve been ready since that morning I brought you back here.”

  “Me too,” she admitted.

  If they were going to be truthful, she may as well start tonight.

  His fingers circled around her wrist, stopping her from touching him. The emotion she saw swirling in his eyes took her breath away.

  “It’s stupid, how we’re trying to deny this.”

  She nodded, distracted by his thumb sweeping across the inside of her wrist. Her pulse quickened and her body tightened. She felt caught, trapped, but not in a bad way.

  No in a very, very good way.

  “I don’t want to play games, Janelle. If you want me to leave, then tell me. If you don’t want to see me anymore, let me know. Because I want to see you again, despite everything that’s going on with your sister and this case.”

  His confession surprised her. “I thought you said us being together would compromise your investigation.”

  “Screw it. My investigation is already compromised. I can’t think straight. All I can think about is you.”

  Her heart soared at the admission. “I—I don’t know what to say.”

  “Then don’t say anything. Come here.” He tugged on her wrist so she landed atop his big warm body and she straddled his stomach, marveling at the hard strength beneath her.

  “Just don’t say no,” he said right before he kissed her.

  As if she could. Withdrawing from him, she slid down his body, her mouth blazing a trail along his hair roughened skin.

  The flat planes of his stomach, the rippling muscles beneath her lips. She licked and nibbled, conscious of how wet she grew, how much she ached.

  All for him.

  His cock bobbed eagerly, so close to her mouth and she teased him, kissed his inner thighs, felt them tense beneath her mouth. His musky scent surrounded her, the smell of aroused man, of sex. Her mouth watered and she was desperate to please him.

  She’d never been one to relish oral sex. She didn’t hate it, but she’d always done it as part of a give and take. If he went down, she went down. What’s fair was fair.

  With Nate, she wanted his cock in her mouth, wanted to give him pleasure, wanted to taste him when he came. The idea alone excited her and she grasped his cock, her fingers wrapped tightly around the base.

  “Yeah, like that,” he whispered, his voice harsh, his breathing loud.

  She gripped him even tighter, squeezing before she began to pump him with her fist. His hips lifted a little with her every movement, the slit at the head of his cock weeping with pre-come. Dipping her head, she dabbed at it with her tongue, and she swallowed his salty essence.

  “Ah Christ,” he groaned when her lips wrapped around his cock and she sucked him deep, her cheeks going hollow with the movement.

  He tasted good. His thick cock filled her mouth and she slid her tongue around him, searching the velvety hard skin. Slowly she moved down, taking him into her mouth inch by inch until he nudged the back of her throat.

  God, he was huge. Magnificent. Her sex wept with excitement, more than eager for him to be inside her.

  But not yet.

  “Baby, flip around.”

  She glanced up at him, wondering what he wanted.

  “I want to taste you.” His hot eyes pleaded with her and he licked his lips. “Climb up here. Let’s enjoy each other.”

  Janelle’s entire body went weak and she took a deep breath, swinging around and into position. Her lower body poised just above his face, her legs alongside of him and her belly pressed against his. She gripped his cock, licking it, wrapping her lips around him and when his tongue touched her, she shuddered.

  How was she supposed to concentrate when he was doing that to her?

  “You taste good. So pink and pretty and wet.”

  He licked her, his tongue searching her folds before he delved into her.

  “Nate,” she whispered, dropping her head.

  His tongue was thorough, a sensual weapon wrecking havoc on her aroused body. When his tongue touched her clit she tensed, hanging over him, and she heard him chuckle.

  “Feel good?” he asked, his voice a husky murmur.

  “God, yes.”

  She needed to concentrate on him, but it was so hard when his lips were wrapped around her clit and sucking.

  Drawing his cock back into her mouth, her head bobbed up and down, taking him as far as she could. His hips kept pace with her mouth and she reached down, cupping his balls
which were drawn up tight against his body.

  Nate was close. The little murmurs and moans he emitted against her were a strong indication.

  But he surprised her. His hands clutched her backside spreading her cheeks and then a finger snuck in between them, teasing her anus.

  “Oh!” Janelle released his cock from her mouth, startled at the tingling sensations his stroking finger brought forth.

  “Such a pretty little ass. It shouldn’t be neglected. Ever been taken here before?”

  She shook her head, her stomach tingling. “No.”

  “Someday I’d like to. I want to own every part of you.”

  He buried his face against her, his tongue licking her clit, his wet finger stroking her. He wrapped his lips around her clit and she shut her eyes, unable to do anything else but concentrate on the magic Nate was performing on her body.

  Her stomach clenched and she took him into her mouth once again, sucking hard. His taste, the pull of his lips on her clit overwhelmed her and she couldn’t take it any longer.

  She came with a ferocity that scared her. Her entire body quaked and she moaned around his big cock. Shuddering again and again, she couldn’t control herself, was too lost to the sensation of her overwhelming orgasm.

  “Suck me baby,” he muttered against her. “Make me come.”

  Exhausted, she continued on, wanting him to experience as much pleasure as she just did. She sucked him, pumped him with her hand, working him into a frenzy encouraging him with little moans, anxious to taste him when he exploded.

  He arched his hips, his cock thrusting down her throat and she felt the first hot spurt. With a hoarse shout, he came, filling her mouth with his semen and she swallowed it all, licking her lips.

  Janelle slumped in a heap on top of him, so spent she could barely function. Nate smoothed his hands over her butt in a soothing motion, making her sigh with pleasure.

  She could hardly believe it, but she wanted him again. All from his simple touch, as if he cherished her.

  This was dangerous stuff. She was moving into scary territory.

  And there was nothing she could do to stop it.