Anna Leigh Keaton & Madison Layle - Serve & Protect 02 - One Night of Paradise

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by Anna Leigh Keaton


  “What was that? I didn’t hear you.” He flicked the tip of his finger over her clit.

  “Yes!” she cried, turning her head to the side. She pushed backwards against his hand, but he pulled back, keeping only light pressure against her.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, please, Liam. Please…”

  “Say it.”

  Her face flushed scarlet and she clamped her bottom lip between her teeth in a motion he found ultimately endearing. But he didn’t want shy little Carol anymore. He wanted her to express herself. To let go and let him give her everything she needed.

  “Come on, baby.” He leaned down and blew against her glistening sex. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  “Ahh. Eat me. Just do it…”

  “With pleasure.” He leaned into her, probed at her slick, sweet channel with his tongue, and then stroked down to her clitoris.

  “Yes,” she moaned, rocking against his mouth. “Yes,” she sobbed.

  He let her set the pace with the movement of her hips. Her legs spread wider without his urging, and left him free to reach up and palm her sexy little breasts.

  He licked and probed her over and over with his tongue, her juices sweet and hot in his mouth.

  Her hands settled over his, pressing them hard against her breasts. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, and she jerked against him with a moan.

  Her movements got faster, became almost frenzied as she tried to fuck his face, rolling her hips, jerking every now and then when he squeezed her hard little nipples.

  When her moans grew into harsh breaths and it sounded as though she were sobbing, he sucked her clit between his lips and drew hard.

  She arched and screamed his name, the echo bouncing off the walls. He clamped his hands around her thighs, holding her in place, never easing his suction. Over and over again she cried out, rocking against him, every muscle in her body tensed, until she collapsed, face-down on the bed.

  He rose up over her, grabbed a rubber from the nightstand drawer and sheathed himself in record time. So much for torturing her all night. If he didn’t get inside her right this very minute, he was going to embarrass himself all over the bed. Hearing her scream in passion had nearly sent him over the edge again.

  He grabbed the second pillow she’d pushed away from her and shoved it under her, raising her up even more. “I need you, babe. You conscious?”

  Her only response was a deep, sexy chuckle.

  “Can you rise up on your hands for me?” He positioned himself behind her, teasing both of them by rubbing the tip of his cock along her slick lips.

  Carol pushed up on her elbows and knees, and he slid inside her in one long, smooth stroke. She cried out and shoved backward, taking all of him. His balls met warm, wet flesh and it was his turn to shiver. When she ground her ass against him, he groaned and gripped her hips.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said between gritted teeth.

  Then she began to move. Slowly at first, tentatively, but when he stayed still and let her take the lead, she became more sure of herself and soon she was pounding back against him, taking him deeper with every thrust.

  She went up on her hands, arched her back, and slammed against him repeatedly.

  He let go of her and reached up with one hand to cup her breast. The other he wound around her sexy little waist and dipped between her thighs, finding her clit.

  “More,” she said in a growl.

  He pinched her nipple and at the same time pinched her clit.

  “Yes. More.”

  He gave her what she asked for and felt her inner muscles contract around him. He gritted his teeth, holding back.

  “Please!” she cried.

  He grabbed her hips and slammed into her at a punishing rate. Her body clamped over his cock like a vise and he couldn’t wait. “Now, Carol. Come now!”

  Her hands went against the wall and she slammed back against him as he pushed into her, their bodies hitting hard, deep. She screamed and clawed at the wall, and he came with a force he was sure would blow off the top of his head.

  Chapter Seven

  The incessant ringing woke Carol from an erotic dream of Liam bending her over the back of a sofa and ramming his long, hot, hard cock deep inside her. With a groan of disappointment at having been awakened just before she reached climax, she rolled over and grappled for the phone on the nightstand, still mostly asleep, still tingling and throbbing in all her unmentionables. She grabbed the receiver and lifted it, only to have a body press against her back, an arm reach over her, and a hand take the phone from her fingers.

  She screamed.

  “Shh, baby. It’s just me,” Tagg said through a chuckle, and then kissed her ear. “Taggert,” he said into the phone, and settled his big, warm hand on her naked hip.

  Memories of the night before flooded through her, making the sensations racing through her a reality. She’d slept with him! All night. And had been thoroughly… She grinned at her thoughts. Carol Haley did not use that word. It was on her naughty list. The one word her mother hated most. If she’d ever heard it come from Carol’s mouth, she would have been forced to have soap used on her tongue.

  But last night, during one of the many times Tagg had awakened her with gentle, questing fingers, he’d wanted her to say it. And she had. She’d begged him to fuck her. Her face heated at the memory even as her pussy throbbed and her skin tingled. She’d done things last night she’d never imagined doing.

  She was leaving here a new, changed woman. Maybe not on the outside, but inside she was different. For the first time in her twenty-seven years she’d been thoroughly…fucked. He’d given her multiple orgasms throughout the night.

  Too bad she couldn’t leave here with her heart intact.

  She opened her eyes and automatically reached for her glasses on the nightstand, only to remember she was wearing contact lenses. She blinked a few times, realizing one was missing. Vision out of her left eye was completely fuzzy.

  Darn it. Now what? She was blind as a bat without her glasses, and she hadn’t brought them with her. How stupid was she?

  “She didn’t come home last night, huh?” she heard Tagg say into the phone, a note of annoyance in his voice.

  Carol sat up with her left eye closed, and looked around. Tagg rolled away and sat up on the other side of the bed as he mumbled a few choice four-letter words. Something was obviously wrong. Carol ran her fingers lightly over the pillow and sheet under her. How the heck was she going to find a tiny contact lens in a bed this size?

  Pulling the sheet around her, she got up on her knees and searched the bedding as best she could. This was going to be impossible.

  “No, son, don’t worry about it. Yes, I had a guest last night. No, I didn’t forget that I promised you lunch today. When have I ever forgotten?” His voice was calm now, soothing. He was such a good father, he made her heart ache.

  She’d fallen asleep lying against him, she thought, still running her fingers lightly over the bedding. She moved over to where he was and leaned around him, running her hands over his chest. He frowned at her and she couldn’t help but smile at his disgruntled look. There it is! Stuck to his skin right next to his navel. She plucked the tiny lens from his flesh. He chuckled. She didn’t know if it was at her or something his son said.

  Scooting back to the other side of the bed, she searched for her clothing. Her dress was in a tangled, scrunched mess on the floor and God only knew where her underwear might be. She glanced up at Tagg with one eye, and he watched her with an amused grin on his face.

  “Yeah, I’ll pick you up at noon. You can stay here tonight. Make sure you write your mother a note.” Tagg leaned down, picked his shirt off the floor, and tossed it to her. “Bring your school books; I want to look over your work.”

  Carol put her arms through the sleeves of Tagg’s shirt and got a whiff of his spicy cologne. Last night had been magical. The last time he’d awaken her, he’d made love to her. Wonderf
ul, deep, gentle lovemaking that had made her feel so treasured. She’d never forget their night together. Not in a million years. And not in a million years would she ever love anyone as much as she loved him.

  Scooting off the bed, she made her way through his apartment to the little table by the front door to find her small bottle of saline solution so she could clean the contact and fight the battle to get it back on her eyeball. When she turned, she almost bumped into Tagg’s big, naked body. He’d followed her, the phone still at his ear as he listened with a look of concentration to something his son said. She smiled up at him, with her left eye still squinted so she could see. He leaned down and kissed her forehead before stepping out of her way.

  When she went into the bathroom, she shut the door behind her, blocking him out. Putting these stupid things in was as private a thing to her as going to pee, which she had to do, also.

  “All right. I’ll be there. We’ll grab a couple burgers and be back in time to watch the playoffs. I love you, son.”

  Carol smiled at the words she heard through the door. Her heart went all soft and mushy. He was a wonderful dad. A wonderful lover. His wife must have been crazy to leave him. If Tagg were hers, she’d never ever, ever let him go. Her smile faded as she put the little blue contact lens in her palm and squirted the saline on it. He wasn’t hers. Only for last night, and last night was over. He had to go pick up his son. She had to go home...alone.

  “Want some coffee, honey?” Tagg called through the door.

  “Yes, please,” she said.

  She’d had last night. It was more than she could’ve ever hoped for. It didn’t matter what she’d told Gracie, she wasn’t going in search of Mr. Right now that she’d done what she set out to do. She’d wanted to experience sex with the man of her dreams just once in her lonely little life.

  She’d never told Gracie exactly how she felt about Detective Taggert. Sure, Gracie knew she thought he was a stud, and she’d joked about what he was like. But she’d never told Gracie that he was the epitome of her Mr. Right and therefore, had no wish to search for someone else. Carol knew she’d spend the rest of her life alone. She’d made peace with that a long time ago. Now she at least had some delicious memories to keep her warm on all those long, lonely nights ahead.

  She decided to jump in the shower since she was already in the bathroom and desperately needed to get rid of the horrific raccoon eyes from all the eyeliner and mascara she’d applied the night before. Scooping her hair up on top of her head, she knotted it loosely, and then turned on the water. She had a lot to do today. Thank goodness she didn’t have time to sit around feeling sorry for herself.

  The opening of Alice in Wonderland was tonight. She was the stage manager for the school’s production, so she’d need to be there at three o’clock this afternoon to do the final check on scenery and props. As she scrubbed her face with the manly-scented soap from the dish, she thought about the two tutoring sessions she’d scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. And then dinner with her parents in the evening. She’d keep busy. That’s what mattered. She was always busy.

  The shower curtain moved and Tagg stepped into the tub. “Hey there, sexy.”

  No. No, no, no. He wasn’t supposed to be in here with her. Their time was over. She couldn’t take any more.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She shook her head and turned her face into the water. She’d never showered with a man before. She’d always wanted to.

  When big, soapy hands slid around her sides, up her belly, and then smoothed over her breasts, she sighed and her body went liquid. How could she say no to this? To him? One more time, she thought desperately. One more lovemaking session couldn’t hurt her any more than she was already hurting.

  She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his skin. God, he smells so good, she thought as hot tears stung her eyes. To have him forever… To wake up in his arms every morning, share showers with him, make him breakfast, kiss him whenever she wanted…

  His hands smoothed down her back. “Hey…”

  One more time. And this time it was her turn to give. Her chance to do the one thing she’d been too shy to try last night. What difference did it make if she made a fool of herself? She’d never see him again. Not as Carol Barnes, anyway. Next time she saw him she’d be back to plain Jane Carol Haley, mousy, frumpy high school librarian.

  She lightly sucked the taut skin of his neck and was rewarded by a low growl from deep in his chest. His penis jumped against her belly, making her smile. He was definitely virile. She’d never heard of a man going round after round the way he did.

  She slid her hands over his thick biceps, then around to his back and down over his rock hard butt. Shivering at her own daring, she kissed her way over his collarbone, down to his chest, stopping to flick her tongue over his left nipple.

  “Ahh, babe.” His hands closed around her waist and his fingers flexed into her flesh.

  She grinned and continued downward, running her tongue down his tight six-pack stomach, dipped her tongue into his half moon-shaped navel. His hands settled on her shoulders and he gave her a little nudge downward, the only thing she needed to know she was doing something he wanted.

  She went down on her knees and stared at his cock. He was so beautiful. His whole body was glorious, but his penis was long and thick and stood straight out. Tentatively she reached up and wrapped her fingers around the base, his crisp pubic hair tickling the side of her hand.

  She glanced up at his face to see him watching her. Swallowing hard, unsure of herself, she worried she’d do it wrong.

  With the edge of his thumb he traced her jaw. “You don’t have to, babe.”

  He looked so gentle, so caring, those blue eyes filled with tenderness. She knew he’d never, ever make her do anything she didn’t want to do. Besides, she really, really wanted to do this. With a smile up at him, she moved forward and carefully licked the silky head of his penis.

  He sucked in his breath, his eyes slid closed, and he reached up to grab hold of the curtain rod. His other hand cupped her cheek so tenderly tears rushed back to her eyes.

  More daring because of his obvious enjoyment, she opened her mouth and slid the wide head of his penis between her lips, sucking slightly, super careful not to touch him with her teeth.

  “Babe,” he growled, his voice barely audible over the shower’s beating water. As she took him deeper into her mouth, sucking, swirling her tongue around the tip, she watched him, fascinated by his expression. His jaw tightened, his eyelids weren’t completely shut but barely slit, and she could see his deep blue eyes blazing as he watched her.

  His hand curled into her hair, knocking the loose knot free. He gently guided her motions over him, back and forth, in and out.

  She raised her other hand and cupped his testicles. His fist tightened a bit in her hair, he sucked in a harsh breath, and let it out on a whispered curse. Rolling his balls in her hand, gently squeezing, she sucked his cock a bit harder.

  She tasted a bit of salty, tangy pre-cum and her own body ignited. Her own breathing through her nose deepened. Seeing his passion, feeling his cock grow even harder in her grasp, in her mouth, she sped her motions slightly and swirled her tongue around him the best she could. She wanted to take him fully inside her, but he was too large.

  “Babe…I’m going to—” He tugged on her hair, trying to pull her away, but she was going to see this through. She wanted it all. She gripped him in both hands and closed her eyes, letting herself over to his taste. To the sounds of his labored breaths. To the feel of him.

  His hips jerked, his hand fisted in her hair almost painfully, and he let out a loud, deep groan. Tangy cum spurted into her mouth.

  “Argh!”

  Carol’s eyes snapped open and she barely had time to jump backwards as Tagg crashed to the floor of the tub, the shower curtain and rod coming down on top of them.

  “Liam!”

  He stared at her wide-eyed, h
is hand still tangled in her hair, the plastic shower curtain half under him, half tucked beside him in the tub. And then he chuckled, which grew into a full belly laugh. He reached for her and dragged her over him, their wet-slicked bodies sliding over one another, and then he kissed her mouth, still laughing.

  She grinned against his lips and burst out laughing. Wrapping her arms around him, she snuggled close, the cooling water still pounding down on her back and butt.

  “You know,” he said when his laughter subsided to soft chuckles. “I’ve always heard of sex being so good it yanked the world out from under your feet. But until right now, I’d never experienced it myself.”

  Those darned tears spiked in her eyes and she buried her face against his neck, never wanting to let go of him. She gritted her teeth against them and clung to him…for the very last time.

  When she was sure her face wouldn’t show her sorrow, careful of his more tender parts, she rose up on knees, then pushed to her feet and turned off the water, which had been splashing out onto the floor. She offered him a hand and helped him stand.

  “You okay?” she asked, hoping he hadn’t hit anything too hard when he fell.

  “Sure.” He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m tough.”

  Not so tough, she thought as she stepped from the tub. Not when he treated a total stranger with the kindness and tenderness he’d shown her, turned around and screwed her brains out—and then laughed and teased with her.

  No. He wasn’t so tough.

  “Here,” he said, wrapping a fluffy forest green towel around her shoulders. “Let me dry you. Then we can go back to bed and finish up what you started.”

  She bit her lip and shook her head. “I have to go home.” She had to get out before she begged him to never let her leave.

  After a long silence while he gently swiped the towel over her shoulders, her breasts, her belly, her thighs, then between her thighs—which made her close her eyes and will her body not to react—he finally said, “Spend the day with me.”

  She shook her head. No way. “I have an appointment,” she said, which wasn’t really a lie. She had to get home and change before going to the school to make sure everything was set for the play.

 

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