Ignite

by Karen Erickson

  Giving in to the urge, he leaned forward and licked one, making her gasp. Drew it into his mouth and sucked, making her moan. She tasted sweet. Her lower body squirmed against his, driving him out of his fucking mind, and he went still. Tried to count to five and get his bearings, get his shit under control.

  But it was no use. She pushed and pushed, what with the way she writhed against him, her delicious nipples and sexy sounds. He shredded her panties, tearing them from her body so they clung to his hands, little bits of ruined black lace. He dropped them to the floor and gripped her hips, his fingers pressing into her skin. He could smell her arousal, knew that she was wet, wet for him, and that was fucking it.

  His control snapped, leaving him completely.

  Chapter Nine

  HARPER’S PANTIES WERE gone. Torn to shreds by West’s hands, all while he sucked and licked her nipples. Talk about hot. She’d never had a man do something like that to her before.

  It was . . .

  Awesome.

  The way he’d watched her so hungrily when she got rid of the coat, when she sat on top of him and told him to touch her . . . she’d never felt so powerful before. And he’d done everything she’d asked, even more than what she asked for.

  But the power had switched and he’d taken over. Somehow, she ended up on her back on the couch, West’s hips between her legs, his mouth on her chest as he rained kisses all over her skin. She buried her hands in his thick hair, clutching him close, moaning when he licked and sucked her nipples, her legs wrapping around his hips.

  She could feel his erection nestled firmly between her legs and um, wow. He was huge. They were probably moving too fast. Way too fast. But she didn’t care. She wanted West, any way she could get him.

  “Christ you taste good,” he murmured against her chest. He shifted downward, his mouth running across her stomach, drawing closer and closer to that throbbing spot between her legs. She didn’t think she was ready for that and she tugged on his hair, trying to bring him up to her mouth so she could kiss him.

  He got the hint and moved so they were face-to-face, lips to lips. He kissed her, his hand sliding down her belly, settling between her legs. She gasped at his first brazen touch, the way his assured fingers slipped between her folds, searching. Teasing, Finding her clit, circling it, his mouth locked with hers, his tongue sweeping.

  She was close already. Embarrassingly close. It was like he understood her body, knew exactly what she needed to get off. The few men she’d been with had needed an instructional manual and a map and they still hadn’t been that great at finding the necessary parts to ensure she’d experience an orgasm. Her coming was usually such an afterthought that she’d become quite the expert at taking care of herself.

  “Oh, God.” She tore her mouth from his, needing to catch her breath and concentrate on the feel of his fingers moving between her thighs. She sucked in a breath, and her lips parted as she felt the familiar tug and pull low in her belly. This was all happening so fast. When she’d put the plan together with Delilah earlier, she wasn’t sure how West would respond.

  Worse, she’d wondered if she could even go through with it.

  Thank goodness she’d dug up some of that buried courage. Look at her now.

  “You gonna come, Harper?” His voice was pure intent. Pure sex. A shudder moved through her and he whispered again, his mouth against her cheek. “I want to make you come, baby. Are you close?”

  She nodded, too overcome to speak.

  “Tell me where to touch you to make you fall apart.” His voice went even deeper, if that was possible. He slid one finger inside her body, and she stiffened, sucking in a breath. “You like that?”

  “Yesss.” She lifted her hips, bit her lip when he sunk another finger inside her body. “More,” she whimpered. “Faster.”

  “That’s my girl.” He increased his pace, thrusting his fingers inside her welcoming body, drawing her closer and closer to that delicious edge. She liked what he said to her, how he encouraged her to ask for what she wanted. And she wanted to ask for more, beg for it, but she was still feeling a little shy.

  Which was absolutely ridiculous, considering she was completely naked and his fingers were between her legs while he was urging her to come.

  He removed his hand and her eyes flashed open, watching as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them. “You taste fucking unbelievable,” he murmured and she was filled with the desperate urge to shove his face between her legs so she could feel his tongue lick her there. Oh, God, that would feel amazing. Forget being shy. Forget worrying over what he might see down there.

  She wanted him to lick her straight to oblivion.

  “West.” She felt restless. Needy. Her voice was soft. Thin. He looked at her like he knew exactly what she wanted.

  Dropping a quick kiss on her lips, he smiled at her. “You want me to go down on you?”

  Her cheeks were warm. Her entire body was hot. She nodded and he kissed her again, his tongue pushing inside her mouth for a too-quick moment.

  Then he moved down. Farther. Farther . . .

  Until his hands were spreading her thighs wide and he ran his tongue over her sex, licking her everywhere. She arched into his mouth, a shaky moan escaping her when he added two fingers, pushing them deep inside her. She was so close. So incredibly close to coming and she strained beneath his ministrations, her entire body shaking as she sought her release.

  “Relax,” he murmured against her, his hands sliding beneath her butt and holding her close. “Just let it happen, baby.”

  She closed her eyes and did exactly what he requested. She slowly went lax, concentrating on the feel of him, his fingers curling inside her body as he circled her clit with his tongue. Reaching out, she touched his hair, speared her fingers through the silky softness, felt him whisper against her flesh. God, she was wet, so wet, but he didn’t seem to care. No, he seemed to like it. He sucked her clit between his lips, thrusting his fingers faster and she was done for.

  A cry fell from her lips as she shattered completely. Her entire body shook with orgasm and he never let up, his mouth still working her sex, his fingers still moving inside her body. She clutched at his hair, arched into his face and still he kept on, until finally she had to practically push him away to make him stop.

  “Sorry,” she said after he rose up to pull her into his arms. “I was a little sensitive.”

  He kissed her forehead. “That was fucking hot,” was all he said. He slipped his fingers beneath her chin, tilted her face up, and kissed her.

  She didn’t flinch at the taste of herself on his lips. He opened his mouth wide, the kiss turning carnal. Sloppy. They rolled around as best they could on the narrow couch until finally he broke the kiss first, whispering against her lips, “Do you have a condom?”

  “In my trench coat pocket,” she whispered back, surprised that he didn’t have any.

  He slid off the couch and went to the trench coat that lay crumpled on the floor, pulling the handful of condoms she’d shoved into her pocket before she left her house. Condoms that Delilah had dumped into her purse at her house, where Harper had borrowed the heels and the trench.

  Heels that she’d kicked off at some point during this incredibly amazing interlude with West. Appearing at his front door wearing nothing but a pair of panties beneath a borrowed coat was definitely well-thought-out encouragement.

  And now they were going to take it one step further. Anticipation made butterflies flutter madly in her stomach and she bit her lower lip, pushing her hair out of her face as she watched him stride toward her, still wearing the basketball shorts, his erection creating a very aggressive tent in the front of them.

  “Brought enough?” he asked, flashing the three condom wrappers at her with a smile. He deposited two of them on the side table, his hands going to the waistband of his shorts. She sat up quickly, batting his hands away.

  “Let me,” she murmured, her mouth literally watering at seeing h
im naked for the first time.

  He stood in front of her, completely still as she curled her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, her knuckles brushing against his bare skin and making him shiver. She tipped her head back, staring up at him, and she hoped she looked sexy and not a complete mess. He was beyond sexy—fierce and gorgeous, with the tattoos covering his upper body, making her curious. Why those particular tattoos? And why so many? She knew he’d always been a bit of a rebel growing up, but now he just looked like a badass.

  A badass she was about to strip completely naked.

  Her heart still beat erratically, making her breath come rapidly, and she tore her gaze from his at the same time she pulled his shorts down. Past his hips, past his very thick cock, until they fell to his feet and he kicked them off, his erection bobbing with the movement.

  Licking her lips, she touched his hard thigh, running her fingers up until she curled them around the base of his cock. He groaned, his hand going to the side of her head, fingers sliding into her hair. She dropped a kiss to the very tip of him, marveling at the arousal she felt coursing through her veins, at how quickly she became wet again between her legs. Blowjobs were usually something she did as an obligation, an act she performed in hopes of a returned favor.

  And it was something she always had to work up to. Going down on someone was so intimate, at least it was to her. But maybe it helped that she’d known West for so long. She trusted him.

  That was huge.

  Harper wrapped her lips around the very tip of his erection, tasting him. Licking the head, drawing her tongue down the length of him, then back up.

  “You suck my cock between your lips and I’ll blow,” he said from between gritted teeth. “It’ll all be over.”

  She pulled away from him slightly and smiled, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she stared up at him. “That’s okay. Maybe you could come all over my chest?” Oh, that sounded amazing. No one had ever done that to her before. She always thought it was too dirty, even sometimes too degrading an act for her to actually you know . . . want.

  But she did want it. With West. From the look on his face, he wanted it too.

  “Jesus, Harper.” He squeezed his eyes shut, the muscles in his neck and jaw strained. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, he slowly opened his eyes, their blue depths glowing with unbridled arousal. “We’ll do that later, okay? I promise. Right now, I need to be inside you.”

  He gave her no chance to argue. Just took right over, pressing her against the couch, fumbling with the condom as he tore the wrapper from it. He rolled the ring of rubber onto the head of his cock, sheathing himself, and she watched in fascination, thankful they’d left the lights on. West’s body was a thing of masculine beauty and when he drew closer, she ran her hands over his chest, tracing her fingers through the dark hair between his pecs, along the tattoos that covered his skin. He was hot and hard and leanly muscular. Strong and capable and sexy. She felt like she just hit the sex lottery.

  And they’d only just gotten started.

  HARPER MADE HIM a nervous, fumbling mess. Just watching her kiss and lick his dick had almost sent him straight over the edge. West knew if she would’ve sucked him into that sweet mouth of hers, he would’ve blown his wad in seconds. He had to stop her, no matter how much he regretted it.

  And when she’d mentioned him coming on her tits? Fucking forget it. It was all he could see, all he could still see. Fisting his cock, his semen splattering all over her smooth skin, dripping off her nipples. The filthiest scene he could imagine and it was with Harper. Sweet little Harper Hill. Fuck.

  Just . . . fuck.

  He almost screwed up getting the condom on too. Being with Harper made him feel young. Eager. Capable of doing anything, saying anything, being whatever she wanted. She watched him closely, with adoration in her eyes, like he could solve world peace and make her come, all in one swoop. He felt like he could do that too. Being in Harper’s arms, kissing her, his face in her pussy, whatever, wherever . . . when he was with her, he felt like he could conquer the damn world.

  And that was heady stuff.

  “How do you like it?” he asked, causing her head to jerk up, her startled gaze meeting his. “You want me on top or you on top?”

  She contemplated his questions, her teeth sinking into her swollen lower lip. Her lipstick had faded, leaving behind a faint red smudge, and it made her look even sexier, if that was possible.

  He had a distinct feeling that her past sexual partners hadn’t discussed logistics much. Harper seemed to enjoy considering what she wanted to do with him. To him. He liked giving her the option as well.

  This first time around, at least. Next time, it was all on him. He would choose what they were going to do.

  And she would fucking love every minute of it.

  “I want to be on top,” she finally said, her voice soft, her eyes glowing. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of him, so he was sitting and she straddled him once again, his cock rising up between them, eager to get this party started. “Oh, I’ve never done it like this before,” she admitted.

  West frowned. Really? Then who the hell was this woman screwing, because they needed to get a freaking imagination.

  Or maybe they didn’t. He could show her how to do this. How to have fun. How to experiment. How to get as dirty and crazy as they wanted to be since it really didn’t matter because they were doing it together.

  “You’re going to like it,” he said as he rested his hands on her hips. “With you on top, I’ll go extra deep.”

  Her gaze flared with heat at his words. She liked it when he talked, too, and he was holding himself back, not even letting the dirty words fly like he usually did.

  He pulled her on top of him, grasping the base of his dick with one hand and guiding toward her entry. He pushed inside her hot, wet depths, both hands gripping her hips once more, and she slung her head back, her eyes sliding closed as she sank all the way down the length of his cock. Until he was fully embedded, throbbing deep inside her.

  “Oh.” She kept her head thrown back, her tongue coming out to lick her lips, and he watched her in complete silent fascination. Her body bowed forward, her chest thrust toward him, pretty pink nipples begging for a lick, a suck. He released a shaky breath, trying to keep it together, but it was damn hard.

  She was so beautiful, so sexy and so fucking real. He’d put this moment off for days. Hell, for years. That one amazing night when they’d kissed all those years ago, he’d known it would be good between them. That they would just naturally fit. From the first moment he saw her after arriving back in Wildwood, he’d had the same feeling again. It would be so good between them. The attraction was there. The spark, the heat, the trust, the friendship they shared burned brighter than ever.

  He’d been putting off the inevitable. And now that he was inside her, that they were as connected as two human beings could be, he could kick himself for not doing this sooner.

  Like eight years earlier.

  “You were right,” she said as her hips slowly started to move. She tipped her head toward his, her lips curled in a tiny smile. “You’re so deep.”

  “You’ve really never been on top before?” Why the hell did he ask that? He didn’t want to think of her with someone else, some other guy’s dick inside her body. That was all sorts of fucked up.

  “Well, I have.” She made an awkward face, her lips quirking to the side. “But never like this.”

  “Mmm-hmm.” He tightened his hold on her hips, his gaze locked on where their bodies were connected. His cock disappeared inside her body, in, out. In. Out. Christ, that was hot. He was sweating. The tingling had already started at the base of his spine and his balls drew up close to his body.

  Damn it, he was going to come, and he wasn’t ready yet.

  “You feel so good.” She started to increase her pace, lifting her arms up so she gathered her hair in her hands, piling it on top of her head. “I think I could c
ome again.”

  Ah. That gave him reason to stop thinking about his orgasm barreling down on him. “You could?”

  “Hmm.” She was so lost in her own pleasure she didn’t notice when he leaned in and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking it lightly. A gasp escaped her and she curled her arms around his head, her hands in his hair as she mashed his face to her chest. “I really love it when you do that.”

  West had a feeling she loved it when he did anything to her.

  Her leisurely pace soon became inadequate. He needed more. He needed faster, deeper penetration. Grabbing hold of her, he wrapped his arms around her body and held her still, lifting his hips so he could ram up inside her. A shocked moan left her lips and he clutched the back of her head, kissing her deep, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth in time with the thrusts of his cock inside her body.

  She broke the kiss first, her breathing ragged, her damp body clinging to his. “S-so close,” she whispered brokenly, her words only spurring him on.

  He thrust deep. Deeper. His orgasm growing bigger, hovering closer, until finally he came with a shout and his entire body shuddered with the impact. Harper cried out, her arms wrapped tight around his neck, her face buried against his shoulder as she shivered uncontrollably. She clung to him and he clung to her, like they needed the closeness.

  Savoring it.

  Once he recovered, he smoothed his hand down her back, trying to calm her, calm himself. His heart racing, he took deep, even breaths, letting the hazy sleepiness that always seemed to come after an excellent bout of sex slowly wash over him.

  Harper didn’t allow them to wallow for long. She gently withdrew her body from his and, smiling down at him, dropped a kiss on his forehead before she took off for the bathroom without a word. Frowning, West watched her go, his gaze lingering on the pert curve of her ass.