Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11)

by Jaci Burton

  The man had a talented tongue and lips and knew exactly what to do to make her soar. He rolled his tongue all over her, never lingering in one spot. The sensations were indescribable, and when she came the first time, it was a shock. She cried out and shuddered uncontrollably as her orgasm crashed through her. And when Barrett licked her gently into another one not long after, she moaned and thrashed like she hadn’t come in ages, even though it had only been a few minutes since the last one. This time, he had his fingers inside of her and she felt her pussy squeezing them as she climaxed.

  When he climbed up next to her, she was still breathing hard.

  “Twice, huh?” he asked with a supremely confident smile.

  “That doesn’t happen often. Or like, hardly ever.”

  “We’re just getting started, Harmony.”

  She believed him. If any man could give her multiple orgasms tonight, it was this man.

  Still quivering and breathing hard, she reached over onto the nightstand and grabbed a condom, handing it to him. “Suit up, Barrett. Let’s see how many more you can give me.”

  Nineteen

  Barrett hadn’t expected Harmony to be so responsive, so hot, so damn . . .

  Sexual.

  He liked a hot woman, one who could own her sexuality and have fun in bed. He had an inkling he might find that with Harmony, but until now, he’d had no idea how incredible she’d be.

  And they’d barely gotten things rolling.

  He tore open the condom and slid it on, then kneeled between her legs.

  Damn, she was beautiful, her skin glowing like banked embers in what little light there was in the room. He grasped her hips and draped her legs over his thighs and inched the head of his cock between her pussy lips. He cupped her butt and held on to her as he eased into her, feeling every inch of her draw him in and tighten around him as he filled her. He held her like that for a few seconds, letting her get accustomed to the feel of him.

  She raked her nails down his arms and lifted against him, signaling her need for more. He drew her against him as he thrust, watching as her lips fell open and she grabbed onto his arms to pull herself deeper.

  He leaned over to slide his arm under her back and lift her up so she was seated on his thighs, impaling her deeper onto his cock.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” he said. “I like being buried deep inside you like this.” He showed her how much by thrusting up and then rocking back and forth, giving her the friction she needed.

  She responded, panting against him, using her nails to dig into his shoulders, lifting, then slowly sliding down on top of him. He grasped her hips and helped her, the two of them falling into a tempo that worked for them both. Slowly at first, which sure as hell worked for him as he felt every inch of her sweet, hot pussy grabbing onto him whenever he slid back inside of her. And her answering moans told him she liked what he gave her.

  “Do you feel it, Harmony?” he asked as he stilled, feeling her body quiver. “Do you feel your pussy tightening around me?”

  She moaned, her gaze lifting to his. He saw the hunger in her eyes, and fed off of it, giving her a slow, easy thrust.

  “Yes. I feel it. Make me come, Barrett.”

  He laid her on the bed and spread her legs, keeping her up on his thighs to give himself access to her. He used his fingers to tease her clit as he eased into her.

  “Oh. Oh yes. Like that. That makes me come.”

  “Like that?” He gently stroked back and forth on the tight nub until she arched against him.

  “Yes. Oh, God yes.” She tightened her grip on his arms, bucking against him until she tilted her head back, cried out and squeezed his cock with the force of her orgasm.

  He slid her off of him and dropped onto her body, entering her with full, deep thrusts, feeling every quake of her orgasm while he powered into her. She was so hot, so tight and coming apart around him. He couldn’t hold back, and when he came, he shuddered against her, taking her mouth in a deep kiss that left him sweating and spent.

  He wrapped an arm around her and held her while they both caught their breath. Finally, he released her and left to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. When he came back, Harmony had propped her pillow up against the headboard and leaned against it.

  He joined her but not before leaning over to brush his lips against hers. “That was damn good.”

  “It was for me, too.” She slid out of bed. “And now I need a drink. What would you like?”

  “Ice water.”

  “Okay.”

  She was gone only a few minutes, and when she came back in she carried two glasses of water. She handed one to him, then climbed onto the bed and sat on her heels, sipping her glass of water.

  He liked that she didn’t run for a robe or put on clothes or hide under the covers. He admired a woman who was so confident about her body. Harmony had a right to be. She had a bangin’ body, curvy in all the right places. He reached out and smoothed his hand up and down her thigh.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  She took a deep breath and let it out. “Thank you.” She swept her hand along his leg. “You’re pretty damn hot yourself. Let me know when you’ve had enough rest time, so we can do it again.”

  He really, really liked this woman. And he was going to really, really ignore the fact she was Drake’s sister.

  He put his glass on the end table, then took hers and set it down next to his. He pulled Harmony across his lap and kissed her, played with her breasts and soon had her breathless and moaning as he slid his hand between her legs.

  “I’ve had enough rest time,” he said.

  Her lips curved. “I figured you’d be ready to make me come again.”

  “And again and again, babe.”

  He’d give her all she needed. And more.

  All damn night long.

  Twenty

  Harmony hadn’t set an alarm, mainly because she and Barrett had been up most of the night, but also because her body woke naturally anyway.

  So when she got up to use the bathroom and grabbed her phone, she wrinkled her nose.

  Seven a.m. So much for sleeping in. She was awake now, though, and as she stared down at Barrett’s gorgeous naked sleeping form, she figured there was no point in waking him. She slid into a pair of shorts and a tank top and went downstairs to brew coffee.

  She slid her cup under the brewer and waited, checking her e-mail on her phone. Fortunately, nothing pressing happened last night and she didn’t expect anything this morning, so maybe she’d have some time to jump all over Barrett before he took off this morning.

  She grabbed her now-filled cup and went to the fridge for cream, then to the sugar bowl for a teaspoon of sugar. She pulled up a chair at the table and had taken one long, glorious sip of coffee just as Barrett came down.

  If she’d known he was going to show up in her kitchen shirtless and with his jeans mostly undone, she wouldn’t have bothered to make a cup of coffee, because she was definitely awake now.

  He gave her a sexy smile. “Good morning.”

  “Good morning. I tried not to wake you.”

  “You didn’t. My body has an internal clock. It wakes itself.”

  She grinned. “I know that feeling.”

  He came around behind her and nuzzled the back of her neck, sending chill bumps all over her and making her nipples hard. “Sleep well?”

  She reached behind her to wrap her hand around the back of his neck, then tilted her head back to kiss him. “What little sleep I had was good.”

  His eyes looked exceptionally blue and desirable this morning as he made eye contact with her. “And who was the one who insisted on one more round at three a.m.?”

  She shrugged, then turned around to grab her coffee. “I’m going to say it was you.”

  He laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”

  “And I don’t recall you complaining.”

  He made himself a cup of coffee, then pulled up a chair next to her at the table.
“You’ll never hear me complain about sex. I’m a guy. You know how we are.”

  “Yes, I do know how you are.”

  She liked their morning banter, and that he hadn’t run downstairs fully dressed and ready to go out the door like so many guys she knew would do—and had done. Even Levon had been like that. He had never been one to linger, or make small talk.

  “Got any appointments this morning?” Barrett asked.

  She shook her head. “Not until later this afternoon. It’s mostly paperwork.”

  “Good.”

  “What about you?”

  “Nope. I’m free.”

  “That’s good.” He moved his chair closer and raised one of her legs, resting it on his thigh as he drank his coffee. “So we have some time this morning.”

  “Time for what?”

  “You know, to kick back and relax. Or . . . whatever.”

  Her gaze drifted to his face. Hot desire was written all over it, and, coupled with the way his hand drifted up and down her leg, the warm stirrings of need quickened inside of her.

  He pulled her chair closer and continued to sip his coffee. Her coffee was forgotten as his fingers inched up her thighs, sliding underneath her silk shorts to tease her bare flesh.

  He arched a brow. “You dressed sparingly this morning.” He cupped her sex, his fingers tapping ever so lightly over her clit.

  She drew in a breath. “I was in a hurry.”

  “Needed that coffee fix, huh?”

  “Yes.”

  He slid his fingers lower, parting her flesh to tuck a finger into her pussy. Warm pleasure surrounded her as he found an easy rhythm that lulled her into a sensual haze.

  “What do you need now, Harmony?”

  She lifted her hips, riding his finger. “I need to come.”

  “I know what you need. You need my hot, wet tongue on your pussy, licking you all up and down until you scream.”

  Just hearing his deep, gravelly voice uttering those words made her quiver in anticipation. “Yes.”

  He laid her foot on the floor, slid out of his chair and dropped to his knees, then drew her shorts off. He spread her legs, cupped her butt in his hands and lifted her toward his mouth.

  She leaned back and watched as he slid his tongue over her pussy, avoiding her clit while he teased her lips and the top of her sex.

  She reached out to grasp his hair, tugging on it. “Barrett.”

  His only response was to make humming noises against her. It was the sweetest torture, and when he found her clit, covered it with his lips and tongue and bathed her in hot, wet pleasure, she closed her eyes, lost in sensation. She was catapulted to another realm where only pulses of desire existed.

  He dipped a finger into her, fucking her slow and easy as he danced a languorous route around her clit with his tongue, swirling it over and over the bud until she thought she’d die from the pleasure. She was lost in a sexual fog, in her own feelings, as she took a slow, beautiful ride to orgasm.

  And when she climaxed, it was with a low moan, her entire body feeling every sweet pulse as she watched Barrett latch onto her clit and suck her, then gently lap around the now sensitive bud to take her down from that incredible high.

  She lay limp against the chair and he reached up to tangle his hand in her hair and kiss her. She tasted herself on his mouth, an incredible aphrodisiac that fired up her desires all over again.

  She pressed on his chest. “Drop your pants and sit on the chair.”

  His lips curved. “Yes, ma’am.”

  He stood and unzipped his jeans, dropping them to the floor. She grabbed his jeans to kneel on them, then nestled between his thighs as he took a seat in her kitchen chair.

  “You taste damn good, Harmony,” he said, sifting his fingers through her hair.

  His cock was hard, and she grasped hold of it, stroking it as she looked at him. “You made me come so good, Barrett. Now I’m going to do the same to you.”

  She heard his deep breathing as she lifted up, then took his cock in her mouth.

  “Oh yeah. Just like that. Suck it. Suck it hard and make me come.”

  His words enticed her, made her pussy quiver even as she took his cock deeper into the recesses of her mouth. She held the base, flicked her tongue around the tip, then engulfed him.

  “Fuck. Oh, fuck yeah.”

  She wanted him to feel how he’d made her feel—that out-of-body experience where all she’d felt was the heady pleasure of his mouth on her. She wanted his brain to explode from the pleasure she gave him. So when he started pumping his cock into her mouth, when sweat beaded on his brow and all he could utter were one-word expletives, she knew she had him right where she wanted him—out of his mind, in the moment and concentrating on what her mouth was doing to him.

  “Fuck, Harmony. Yeah. Suck it. Harder. Oh, fuck, that’s gonna make me come. I’m gonna come in your mouth. You ready for it?”

  She hummed against his cock and took him into the back of her throat, gently squeezing his ball sac as she rolled her mouth up and down over his shaft.

  He let out a low groan, spurts of hot come splashing against her tongue. She felt his legs tremble as he rocketed through his orgasm. She held tight to his cock and swallowed what he gave her, licking him until he grew soft along her tongue.

  “Christ,” he finally muttered, sliding his hand along her cheek. He lifted her and pulled her onto his lap, brushing his lips against hers. “I think you blew the top of my head off. I feel dizzy.”

  She smiled and dragged a finger across his bottom lip. “I know the feeling.”

  He kissed her again, this time a deeper, soulful kiss that left her feeling a little woozy. She slid off his lap, climbed back into her silk shorts and poured them both a glass of orange juice.

  Barrett put his jeans back on. “Now you need food,” he said, as they sipped their juice.

  “I do. I can fix us some eggs and bacon.”

  “How about we do that together?”

  “Sure.”

  She didn’t mind spending a little more time with him, and she sure hadn’t minded the extra sex this morning, knowing it was going to be a one-time thing.

  Barrett fixed eggs while she did the bacon and popped bread in the toaster. They sat down and ate together.

  “I don’t know about you,” she said, as she scooped eggs onto her fork. “But I’m starving.”

  He nodded as he wolfed down his third piece of bacon. “Sex works up an appetite. You feeling okay this morning?”

  She cocked her head to the side and nodded. “I’m fine. Why?”

  “I hadn’t thought about feeding you breakfast before we did all the fun and sexy play.”

  She smiled. “I’m fine to go an hour or two without eating, Barrett. I just have to be mindful about not going more than that.”

  “Duly noted. So when we go to San Francisco, I’ll make sure to feed you early.”

  “San Francisco?”

  “Yeah. This weekend.”

  “Oh.” She’d totally forgotten about that.

  “You’re still coming, aren’t you?”

  “I’d . . . love to. I guess I thought . . .”

  “You thought what?”

  “I guess I thought now that we had sex, you’d be done with me.”

  Barrett frowned. “Just what kind of man do you think I am, Harmony?”

  Uh-oh. “Okay, maybe I didn’t phrase that right. I mean, before when you asked me, we were friends.”

  “And now we’re not?”

  This was not coming out like she intended. “No, that’s not what I meant. Now we’ve had sex. So I assumed with you and my brother and you and me and sex, you’d want distance.”

  He leaned back in his chair. “Okay, now I’m confused. First, how about we not talk about you and me and sex and your brother in the same sentence ever again, okay?”

  She tried not to smile at that. “Okay.”

  “Second, sex with you isn’t a one-time thing. That’s not
how I saw it, anyway. Did you?”

  “Well, that’s not how I wanted it. I just assumed—”

  “You assumed wrong. I want you. I wanted you before last night, and I wanted you this morning. I still want you. Which means I’m going to continue to want to have sex with you—a lot. If you’re not okay with that, you need to tell me now.”

  Now she did smile. “Oh, I’m totally okay with that.”

  “Good.” He picked up a piece of bacon. “Then we’re going to San Francisco this weekend.”

  It wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, and they weren’t having a relationship. They were having sex. And according to Barrett, there was going to be a lot of it.

  Since she didn’t want either love or a relationship, but she sure as hell wanted more of Barrett, this arrangement worked for her.

  For now. And all she wanted was “for now.”

  So she was going to go to San Francisco this weekend.

  And have sex. A lot of it.

  Awesome.

  Twenty-One

  The weather was chilly when they landed in San Francisco. But she was so happy to be here.

  She’d caught up on work the past day, had met with clients and had checked on the status of Barrett’s home renovation. Everything was going smoothly and she had nothing on her list that had to be handled right away.

  She’d been up late last night sending Rosalie e-mails and a to-do list. Rosalie was probably going to hate her. Then again, Rosalie was competent as hell, so she’d likely have everything on the list done by the time Harmony came back to the office on Monday.

  She’d also texted Alyssa to let her know she’d be out of town. She and Alyssa were always in touch, and she hadn’t had a spare second to fill her in on what had been going on with Barrett. She’d tell Alyssa all about it when she got back from her trip.

  But she was exhausted by the time the flight took off this morning. Barrett was reading a book on his tablet. She read a book and enjoyed the breakfast that was served in first class, but after that she leaned her chair back and fell asleep while Barrett watched the movie. He nudged her when the plane was preparing for landing. Despite the long flight, she’d slept soundly and undisturbed. No doubt she had Barrett to thank for that.