Midnight Special: Coming on Strong

by Tawny Weber

  Belle rolled her eyes. “That’s your own damned fault,” she declared. “If you hadn’t put such an insane price on your body, we’d never have ended up in that mess.”

  Mitch had fallen off a fifth-story girder once, his safety rope keeping him from serious injury. That was the only time he recalled ever being this close to speechless. He stared, mouth open. “My body?”

  “I wanted sex,” she declared, pointing the bunny at him like a pistol. “Simple, uncomplicated sex. But no, you had to turn it into something else. Complicate it. You ruined everything, and for what? Ambition?” Disdain dripped from her words like battery acid, burning Mitch.

  He clenched his jaw, struggling to find a response. Anger pounded at his temples: fury at the past and at the woman in front of him for reminding him that he’d never measured up.

  He’d spent his entire career trying to prove himself. To prove he was man enough to take care of his mother after his dad had died. To prove he was worthy of the trust his stepfather had later showed in him. And then to prove that he wasn’t going to fall apart when he’d been left with the responsibility of his stepdad’s construction company.

  And then he finally thought he’d found his perfect woman. The one he’d seen as proof that he was man enough for anything. And she’d walked out on him.

  Mitch had never admitted, not to anyone but himself in the dark hours when it was just him and his thoughts, his fears that Belle had found him lacking. That she’d decided he wasn’t rich enough, wasn’t talented enough, wasn’t worthy enough.

  It was the last one that really grated. All he’d wanted from the moment he’d set eyes on the sassy blonde was to sweep her off her feet.

  Mitch glared at her, all grown up now and just as sassily sexy. He should have swept when he had a chance. Maybe if he’d knocked her feet out from under her she wouldn’t have run away.

  Well, he’d blown his chance once. He wasn’t stupid enough to blow it twice.

  “You wanted sex?” he ground out, anger and lust sharp and jagged in his system. “Fine, I’ll give you sex.”

  Two steps was all it took to pin her between the hard, needy length of his body and the wall. Belle’s shocked gasp was lost against his mouth. Her sea-green eyes glared into his as she gave a low growl. Being a smart man, Mitch kept his tongue out of the game just yet. But he used his lips to full effect.

  And his hands. Because, if he did say so himself, he was damned good with his hands. He skimmed them over her hair, a gentle glide down her shoulders then a quick, barely there flick along the sides of her full breasts, crushed against his chest. He gripped the gentle curve of her waist for just a second, then gave in to the need and scooped his hands under the sweet curve of her ass.

  Mitch groaned as the move pressed her tighter to the throbbing length of his dick. God, he wanted her.

  Tossing off all restraint, all the rules he’d tried so hard to live by, he let himself go. His hands gripped Belle’s butt, squeezing her soft curves one more time before he pulled her between his thighs. One hand slid up to cup the back of her neck, holding her head in place when she tried to jerk away from his kiss.

  Feeling her heart pounding in her throat, he told himself it was passion and, desperately needing to taste her, he risked it all and slid his tongue along the seam of her full, soft lips.

  Her shuddered gasp was barely discernable, but he felt it. Both against his mouth, and in the way she pressed herself tighter against his erection. Her wiggle was a tiny thing, but damn, it felt great. His grin was fast and triumphant before he took her mouth in a wild ride. Tongues dueled and tangled in a dance of passion. Quick, deep kisses that hinted at dark pleasures and intense emotion. He gave over to the power of tasting her, feeling her. Belle, the one obsession he’d never been able to shake.

  A voice whispered in the back of his head to slow down. Mitch told the voice to shut the hell up. In pure defiance he shifted her, one quick move, to straddle his hips and gave a guttural groan when she wrapped those long, delicious legs around him. Mitch pressed, once, twice. Belle mimicked his rhythm, taking on the slow, intense undulation.

  Desperate now, he released her hip and neck to cup her breasts. The heated warmth filled his palm. Her soft whimper turned to a moan when he flicked his thumbs over her pebbled nipples.

  Need pounded now, a heavy dark beat. Mitch gave in to it, releasing her mouth as he pulled her blouse over her head. Seconds before he lost himself in the lush bounty of her breasts, he met her eyes. Head supported by the wall, her blond hair a cloudy pillow behind her, Belle stared back. Desire, power, pleasure all shone in her gaze.

  Mitch’s ultimate dream, here in his hands, the taste of her rich on his tongue. The image he had of him and Belle—the poor kid in patched jeans and the princess—flashed through his head. You’ve come a long way, baby, that voice said. But, he vowed, not nearly as long as he planned to make Belle come.

  7

  WHO KNEW CONFRONTATION could feel so good? Belle’s breath trembled, the wall a hard pillow behind her head, and she closed her eyes and let the delicious sensations wash over her in powerful, throbbing waves.

  Her fingers slid, caressing their way through Mitch’s hair as she pressed his face closer to her breasts. The contrast of his mouth, so soft and moist and warm, and his cheek, roughening just hours after his morning shave, drove her nuts.

  Fingers stroked, squeezed, in rhythm with her movements. Belle hitched just a little so her skirt shifted up higher, out of the way. Ahhh, she pressed closer, her silk panties moist and hot. They added to the intensity of his rough jeans against her swollen nether lips.

  She wanted to squirm, to ratchet up the power. She wanted hard and fast and intense blood-pounding sex against the wall.

  But Mitch was in charge, and despite the wall and the absolute control he’d grabbed early on, he was taking it slow. Damn him.

  With deliberate care, he scraped his teeth over her aching nipples. Belle gasped and gripped his hair tighter, needing more. His tongue swirled, taunted and teased the tip of one breast, then switched to the other to continue the torment. Belle ground herself against the hard length of him.

  “More,” she moaned.

  “Soon,” he said, his breath hot against her damp flesh. Belle squirmed again, losing the rhythm. Her frantic movement made Mitch groan, the smooth stroke of his tongue turning to an almost desperate sucking motion.

  Oh, yeah. Heat, fast and furious, shot through her body like a bolt of lightning. Pleasure bordered on pain as his mouth ravaged her breast, his hand gripping the other in a heated caress. Yeah, that’s what she wanted. Her head fell back again, her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the sensations. Her panties were soaked now as she rode up and down the rigid length of his turgid, zipper-covered dick.

  “I’m not doing this alone—again,” she panted. “This time I want you with me.”

  “I’m right here.”

  “Naked,” she insisted. She’d spent six-plus years wanting to get her hands on his naked body and she didn’t want to wait a second more. “I want to see you. Touch you. Taste you.”

  He groaned and gave a little shudder, but didn’t stop.

  “After,” he said.

  After?

  Mitch shifted, bringing one hand down between their bodies while the other still caressed the nipple he wasn’t sucking. His fingers stroked the wet silk between her legs, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Belle gasped, her thighs trembling as he worked her swollen clitoris through the fabric.

  He played her body like a virtuoso, bringing her higher and higher with every flick of his tongue, brush of his fingers. As her climax built, she knew which “after” he was referring to.

  Then he slid the fabric of her panties out of the way. He danced his fingers over her slick folds, pressing, sliding, driving her crazy. Stars danced behind Belle’s closed eyes, her body on overload. Mitch’s tongue teased her nipple, then sucked it deep into his mouth as he worked her with his fing
ers.

  One finger in, then out, was all it took. Belle exploded. Her thighs tightened, her fingers grabbed Mitch’s shoulders as the orgasm shook her body. Spirals of pleasure danced through her system, spinning higher, wilder as she flew over the edge.

  She slowly floated back to earth, her breath soft pants as she became aware of Mitch again. His mouth pressed into the curve of her throat, he held her tight against his body. As her thoughts coalesced, she felt the tension and strain in his shoulders, the bunched muscles of his back. And, she realized, that ever so deliciously hard muscle throbbing behind his zipper.

  Twice now he’d made her come with all her clothes on, not taking anything in return. While she wouldn’t deny the thrill of being taken against the wall—twice—she still wanted a little more active role in screwing Mitch’s brains out.

  With that in mind, as soon as she thought they’d hold her, she let her legs slide down Mitch’s hard thighs, sighing at the sensation of denim against bare flesh. Feet on the floor, she felt her knees try to buckle, making Belle grateful to be sandwiched between the wall and Mitch’s body.

  Time to upgrade this event to a couples theme...

  “Off,” Belle purred, needing to feel skin. Years. She’d waited years for this opportunity and she’d be damned if she was going to waste a single second of it. Not even to bask in the afterglow of a rockin’ orgasm.

  Her hands slid up his forearms, the soft hair tickling her palms. As she passed over the rolled-up chambray sleeves, she paused to squeeze his rock-solid biceps. She wanted to see those muscles. Now. She pulled at Mitch’s shirt to get it out of her way. Buttons flew everywhere. She didn’t care. Her eyes were focused on the prize, on the broad planes of his smooth, golden chest.

  “Mmm,” she murmured as she took in the sight. She let Mitch deal with getting the shirt off his arms. She was busy appreciating the view. Golden skin stretched over the nicest set of pecs she’d seen since ogling the big screen. Like the first fall leaves, a dusting of mahogany hair trailed down his chest. Belle swallowed, her eyes landing on the very large, very hard package pressing against the worn denim of his jeans. Yowza and come to mama. She placed one hand against his hard chest while she smoothed the other over his shoulder, down those biceps again. Mitch wrapped his hands around her waist, but she barely noticed his caress, so focused was she on the tactile wonderland of his body.

  She leaned forward, pressing her face to the warmth of his chest, breathing in his cologne, then turned her head just a little to flick her tongue over his flat nipple. He swiftly sucked in his breath, his abs going concave.

  Belle grinned her appreciation before letting her head fall back to look into his face.

  “You’re gorgeous,” she told him. “Sexy, buff and delicious. I plan to taste every single inch of you.”

  His eyes seemed to lose their focus at her words. Releasing her waist, he shoved his hands into her hair, fingers gripping the back of her scalp. He pulled her up to meet his mouth. Hot and wild, his tongue ravaged hers. Belle wasn’t about to give up control, though, so she met him thrust for thrust, then sucked his tongue into her mouth in a way that made him groan and reach for her naked breasts.

  “No,” she gasped, moving away before he could work his magic and distract her again. “My turn.”

  And she made the most of it. In little, nibbling bites and long wet kisses, she worked her way over his chest and down his belly.

  Dropping to her knees, she pressed her cheek against the bulge in his jeans and, glancing up to give him a wicked grin, reached around to squeeze his butt. Mitch’s laugh eased her tension, and with an answering wink she released the catch on his pants and eased his zipper down.

  A quick shove was all it took to bare his straining dick, right there at mouth level. She sighed in appreciation at the sight, sure that very tasty treat was going to bring her untold hours of pleasure.

  Like a yummy lollipop, she ran her tongue up the length of his shaft and grinned when he grabbed her shoulders and groaned. Oh, yeah, she was definitely going to enjoy this. With a sigh of pleasure, she wrapped her lips around the smooth cap, and after a couple of teasing swirls of her tongue, quit playing and gave him the best head she could.

  After a couple minutes of service, Mitch’s fingers dug into her shoulders in a gentle signal that he was reaching his limit. She briefly considered pushing him over that limit, sending him right off the cliff, but then realized there were so many more delights to be had. Why rush things?

  With a smooth slurping motion, she released him and leaned back on her hands. Mitch watched her like a man possessed, waiting to see what her next move would be, a wicked grin playing at the corner of his mouth.

  “How’re you at numbers?” she asked, her breath shuddering as the spiraling heat reignited in her belly. Pressing her fingers against her damp, aching mound, she pulled them away to show him the wet evidence of her desire.

  “You mean like sixty-nine?” At her nod, Mitch reached down and took her hand, dropping to his knees as well and sucking her fingers into his mouth. Belle whimpered at the action, the tension between her legs ratcheting even higher. “I’m damned good, as you’re about to find out,” he promised.

  “Do that again,” she instructed, “just, you know, somewhere else.”

  Mitch’s grin flashed. In a quick move, he kicked off his shoes, tugged his socks and jeans off, too. Naked, he lay back on the floor and gestured.

  “Gimme,” he said. “But get naked first.”

  Belle glanced down at herself—on her knees, her blouse long gone, her bra scooped under her breasts, pressing them up and together in a way that made them look much larger than they actually were. Her skirt was bunched around her waist like a belt, and her panties but a tattered memory of silk and lace.

  She stood, placing one foot on either side of Mitch’s hips and giving him a clear view of her wet, pink folds. Like a magnet, his eyes flew to the sight and his grin fell away. He reached for her but she shook her head, so he settled on running his hands up and down her calves, accented by the high heels she still wore.

  She smoothed her skirt back in place. He frowned, then watched as she flipped the hook and zipper open. Belle shimmied, her breasts swaying with the movement. Mitch’s eyes went opaque. She pushed the tight skirt down her hips, and bending one knee to bring her legs together, she dropped the skirt to the floor, then kicked it away.

  Almost naked now and loving Mitch’s full attention, Belle stood, legs spread, and gently scraped her nails up her thighs. She passed her hand over the damp curls between her legs, pausing to flick one finger over her clit. The movement made Mitch’s dick jump as though it was jealous. She loved his eyes on her. It was almost as good as his hands, although not nearly as sweet as his mouth. She felt like a sex goddess, the way he looked at her. She slid her hands up her torso, cupping her breasts and squeezing them. Head falling back, she closed her eyes and let the sensation, hot, intense and powerful, wash over her.

  Her fingers tweaked her aching, turgid nipples, amping up her desire, preparing her for the thrust of Mitch’s tongue. As if he heard her thoughts, suddenly his mouth was between her legs. Belle gasped, then gave a keening cry as he skipped all the preliminaries and thrust his tongue inside her.

  Her knees buckled again, but his hands were there on her ass to hold her up. She looked down and almost came at the sight. Her nails teased and circled the pointy pink tips of her nipples, and there below Mitch half sat, half lay, his eyes staring into hers as he used his tongue to drive her crazy.

  She wanted to come. Two more seconds and she would. But she’d promised herself the next time she’d be taking him down with her. Calling on a willpower she’d have sworn didn’t exist, she stepped away from the best tongue job she’d ever had and pointed to the floor. Mitch frowned. Belle arched her brow. Not bothering to take off her shoes, she gestured to the floor again and ran her hands over her breasts in promise.

  Mitch lay back, his dick as rigid as a redwo
od, waiting for her. As gracefully as possible, Belle dropped down, one knee on either side of his hips. Her wet bush rubbed against his dick, tempting her to simply shift and take him inside her. But she wanted more, she wanted to drive him so crazy he never forgot her. She wanted him to want her so bad, she became the most important thing in his life. Even if it was only for the moment.

  Needing the connection, she let herself fall forward so her hands braced on either side of his head, and kissed him. Dark and drugging, the kiss tasted like musky sex.

  With one last bite at his lower lip, she sat upright, then swung her legs around so she faced backward. Falling forward to brace her elbows on the floor on either side of his hips, she wrapped one hand around the base of his straining dick and, knowing he was waiting, feeling the tension in him building, swirled her tongue over the silky head. Mitch groaned and grabbed her hips, his fingers digging erotically into the soft flesh. She swirled again, then pulled just the head into her mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. He got even harder and she felt him groan, a warm gust of air between her thighs. Then his mouth was on her. He licked, then sucked her clit into his mouth, causing Belle to shudder.

  Determined to make him come first, and hanging on to her control by the thinnest thread, she poured everything she had into giving him the best, the hottest and sexiest blow job of her life. Lips, teeth and tongue worked magic as she sucked and swirled, taking him deeper. His tongue mimicked lovemaking, spearing her in then out, as his finger massaged her swollen lips.

  Belle couldn’t take much more. While still sucking, she scraped her teeth, gentle as could be, up the length of him. Mitch stiffened and grabbed her hips. She did it again. His fingers tightened, then proving those rock-hard biceps were well-deserved, he lifted and flipped her around so she faced him.

  He reached up and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her mouth down to meet his. Wet, sliding, open-mouth kisses added to the intense, needy ache in her belly. While driving her crazy, Mitch reached over to pull his jeans to him and grabbed a condom out of his pocket.