Loved about? He swung open the cupboard door with unnecessary force and banged down the frying pan on the heat as she scurried away. Yeah, he loved some of the stuff about her. Like wasn’t strong enough. But loving and love were more than just a couple of letters apart, whatever the dictionary said.
The barmaid was on to Brent in an instant. Literally. She was well endowed and well displayed, and Brent was being given the works. His easy smile was like candy to a kid and she was lapping it up, which kind of made Cat’s hackles rise a bit. After all, he had a wedding ring on even if it wasn’t a proper marriage. Hell, but why should she care? Except she did, but there was something about Brent’s stance that reassured her. He was smiling, but it wasn’t the seductive smile he gave her when she was flat on her back underneath him. Nor was it the slow, sexy smile he gave her when they were chatting. Those were both his own special, sensual smiles that said he knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it. The brimming barmaid wasn’t getting either of those.
She had her hand on his arm, though, which sent a prickle of annoyance straight up Cat’s spine. Those arms were hers, even if they were just on temporary loan. Strong, muscled arms, with a light covering of dark hair that gave them a roughness she loved to feel against her skin. Arms that held her just where he wanted.
‘You been in here before?’ He moved closer so that his thigh touched hers, his arm draped along the back of the seat. A whisper away from a touch.
‘Just the once.’ She took a sip of the wine; ice cold, and boy, did she need cold right now when he was sat this close!
‘And? Not good enough to come back?’ He had his head tipped.
‘It was when I met Steve.’ She put the glass down, met his gaze head on, waiting for the penny to drop.
‘Ah.’ The piercing eyes of a bird of prey had her fixed like he thought he could penetrate her deepest thoughts.
‘Yes, ah.’ She transferred her gaze to the glass of Pinot, just in case he could.
‘I guess we should be drinking to Steve then?’ There was a smile in his voice. She glanced back up to catch the mischievous grin, an infectious look that plucked at her heart, and she couldn’t help but smile back.
If she hadn’t bumped into her old mate, Steve, and let herself be persuaded to stop for a drink then she wouldn’t be here now. She’d be happily divorced and with money in her pocket, instead of – well, instead of happily shagged and totally confused. Ten months into her marriage, into their deal, Steve had appeared to relieve the boredom and frustration, yelling out a greeting and chasing up the street after her while she’d been on one of her rare shopping trips. A coincidence, a crazy act of fate that had stopped her life in its tracks and turned normality on its head.
She’d shared a drunken kiss with Steve one day long ago at a brawl of a Christmas party. A quick grope where the only bodily fluids exchanged had been mouth to mouth. And they’d both known it, had no inclination to follow up. His warm, ready smile had been a welcome break from the stilted atmosphere at home, where she and Brent kept at polite arm’s length, where sexual tension hung in the air every time they got within ten feet of each other. Steve had hugged her impulsively, seemed genuinely interested in how the marriage was going, what she was up to, had talked her into stopping for a sandwich and a beer.
She had thought, for one brief moment, that an off-the-cuff meeting would go unnoticed. But it had been noticed and, according to Brent, she’d broken clause 738 or whatever it was of their agreement. No meeting with men unless he’d agreed. Full stop. No room for negotiation or explanation. Maybe he hadn’t wanted her to go out seeking her sexual satisfaction elsewhere, or maybe he just liked to be in control. God, it was like the bloody Ten Commandments, but worse. It was probably only clause three, because even though there seemed like hundreds there weren’t, but either way it didn’t matter; she’d almost served one sentence and then he’d issued another. To be served before he granted her a divorce, and handed over her money. Except she wasn’t sure she was bothered about either any more.
‘Penny for them?’
‘Why didn’t you just tell me to go quick divorce, no settlement?’ She gave a short dry laugh. ‘On the grounds of non-consummation even.’
‘Because ’ He leant closer, the dark musk of maleness wrapping round her. ‘I wanted you and ’ he traced a finger down her cheek, smoothing her hair back ‘ you wanted me.’
‘But you didn’t 12 months ago.’ She drew a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, instead taking in a huge dose of testosterone-laced air. ‘You shagged me and never asked for seconds. So what changed?’ She knew she was fishing, but she couldn’t help it.
‘You didn’t want me to; you ran and pulled up the drawbridge as tight as a chastity belt.’ His hand slipped round behind her ear, sending a shiver through her.
‘I said I didn’t want you to this time, but it didn’t stop you.’ Her voice was low but he was so close she could have sworn he could read her mind if he wanted.
‘I thought maybe you were on the rebound and needed space.’
‘Good answer, but not good enough, is it?’
He stilled then, but didn’t move away. Instead, he dropped his hand down into her lap, picked up her own much smaller one and studied it, stroking each finger in turn. ‘You scared me.’
She looked up at the unexpected words.
‘Scared the shit out of me, if I’m honest. That first time was just too good to be true. I thought I could walk away from one shag, Cat, but I knew if I didn’t then two would never be enough so I thought I’d better leave you alone.’ He raised her hand to his mouth, sucked long and hard on each finger in turn. ‘But then you turned all ice maiden on me and I never could resist a challenge.’ His voice had dropped to a husky drawl, and then he smiled, a lazy smile that turned up the heat from simmer to boil.
She swallowed, trying not to react to the sensations he was driving through her body. ‘So this is just about a challenge?’
‘Oh, I think it’s gone far beyond that, don’t you, darling?’
His hand was firm under her chin, tilting her face up so she met his gaze. ‘Do you trust me?’
She nodded wordlessly, already feeling that familiar tingle running through her body at his touch. He’d left her feeling awkward at the pub, making her raise questions that shouldn’t be raised. Now the softness of his gaze, the almost tender way he touched her, sent a shiver of unease mingled with a desperate need right through her body. She’d given her body permission to enjoy the pure, unbridled lust he inspired in her, but her emotions were different, and the want that tugged at her was more than just primal right now.
‘I don’t want anything you don’t want to give, Cat.’ His voice was soft as though he knew. He leant forward, his lips skating over hers, and then he was slowly unbuttoning her top. He eased back as he let the fabric slip from her shoulders, his eyes drawing her nipples to hard peaks that scraped against the lace of her bra. Two warm hands settled on her shoulders, then ran slowly down over her breasts, splaying out to her waist as though he was sculpting the body that stood before him. She felt the sigh that eased out of her taking with it any lingering unease. She loved the touch of his hands, the dark look that clouded his eyes; wanted just to be here. Whatever the cost.
There was the softest hint of a smile on his generous mouth, a slight parting of lips that drew her finger to them. His mouth closed instantly at her touch, his teeth holding her still, his tongue caressing the fingertip for a moment, and a thrill ran through her, sending her stomach muscles into delicious spasms.
His hands were on the zip of her jeans, and as he undid it she felt the familiar warmth build up in her pussy. Slowly he drew the jeans down, held out a steadying hand to let her step out of them, his warm touch sparking new shards of anticipation.
Together they unbuttoned his shirt, slower than she’d ever undressed anyone before. She was aware of her uneven breathing, of the way her hands trembled. Her hands slipped under the crisp c
otton, the velvet warmth of his soft skin reaching up to meet her palms. She stroked over his broad chest, teased at the dark swirls of hair as he stripped the rest of his clothes off. He pulled her tight against him, his large cock nestling between the top of her thighs, and she could feel every contour of his body, every bit of his strength. Their ragged breathing broke the still air as his firm, capable hands closed over her buttocks, his thumbs rubbing circles that sent ever-increasing waves of desire through her. She felt a surge of dampness between her thighs as he pulled her even closer, acutely aware of his throbbing dick hard against her mound as he moved his hips. She lifted one leg, wrapping it round him, needing desperately to feel his hot flesh against her own swollen pussy.
‘Not yet, kitty.’ The harsh edge of his low voice turned her on even more as she rocked against him. He reached one hand down, slipped it between her damp thighs, his finger and thumb squeezing her swollen lips together making her gasp and rock, and as she closed her eyes he softened his grip and slipped two fingers inside her wetness, knowing she couldn’t wait any longer. Her body closed convulsively about his the second he touched her, the pressure of his hand on her clit and the firmness inside sending a ripple through her core. ‘I’m gonna …’
‘Come. You come for me, baby.’ His voice was soft in her ear, a coaxing she didn’t need as he held her tight with one hand still on her bum and she rocked against his other, opening, taking, surrendering herself to the sweet release.
The aftermath was still rolling through her body as he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Silk ties were in his hand as he stood over her, a question in his face. She half nodded, watching silently, worrying her bottom lip as he took one wrist and tied it firmly, decisively above her head. A shiver ran through her hot body, creating goose bumps despite the way she was burning up as he straddled her and tied the other.
He planted one soft kiss on her lips, then she felt the cool silk against her ankle and firm hands pulled her thighs apart further, making her tremble. For a moment he stood at the edge of the bed, eyes dark with lust, devouring her body. Her gaze drifted over the strong torso, the rippled abs, the dark trail of hair between his tapered hips; his large, erect cock jutting out towards her. She ran her tongue over suddenly dry lips, the ache of her pussy making her want to clamp her legs together or touch herself, but she couldn’t, and she squirmed as the knowledge built the agony higher.
Abruptly he slipped a blindfold over her eyes, the sound of his breathing echoing around her. She expected to feel his large hands on her breasts, but she didn’t. Instead there was a gossamer touch, a lightness that made her gasp, and she felt her pussy clench in response, felt a rush of her juices. She was being stroked and teased, over her breasts, over her stomach, down her thighs, her whole body quivering. She tensed against the ties; she needed, needed so much to come.
The feathering stopped; she could hear the clock tick, the gentle swish of the curtain, her own breathing, moved her head to try and place where he was.
The sudden coldness on her skin made her cry out, her stomach contracting as he rolled what felt like ice down her. He smoothed it over her mound, making her buck her hips and squirm, then he was pushing it deep inside her hot pussy with firm, long fingers, making her throb with a whole new intensity. She moaned, struggled, desperate to close her legs around it as she felt the liquid drip down her hot thighs, but his fingers were forcing her legs wider, holding her swollen lips, pressing them open. There was a soft buzz and then cold, hard pressure as he slowly pushed something into her, the sudden vibration making her cry out. It was hard, coldly metallic, warming up by the second, filling her. The gentle buzz got stronger; the pulsating deep inside was tipping her over. She clutched with her pussy, gasping, and he pushed it in further, then started to rock it, tilt it so that the vibrations hit her G-spot and she knew he was watching as she squirmed her body. The buzz increased and he pushed harder. She screamed in pleasure, in frustration, desperately trying to rock her hips, to feel the hardness against her clit to send the vibrations higher into her pussy.
‘More?’
‘More.’ It was an anguished cry. She tensed her thighs, wanting to grip her legs around it, to control the orgasm that was building. She wanted to push it harder with helpless hands and she knew she was panting with the exertion of nothingness.
‘Faster?’ His tongue was in her ear; he nibbled the lobe and she couldn’t reply as the pleasure rippled through her, only moan.
The sudden, unexpected pull on her nipple shot a bolt of ecstasy through her, straight to her throbbing pussy, and as she screamed out her whole body was arching, tightening, her hips lifting as the orgasm sent shudder after shudder of explosion from the very depths of her. Her desperate fingers clutched at the soft sheet, tightening around the only thing she could touch.
He was sucking harder on her nipple as she rocked, the sensation spearing down to her core, making the orgasm roll on and on as though it was never going to end. His hand was squeezing tight on her other exposed nipple, squeezing and rolling so that her whole body moved and she didn’t know whether she was trying to escape or intensify the pain, the pleasure. And then he had slipped the vibrator out, leaving her feeling empty and exposed, panting for breath. His fingers caressed her briefly.
‘You are so wet, so wet and hot.’ There was a harsh edge to his voice, a tremble. She felt the brush of his hair against her thigh and then the warmth of his tongue as he lapped at her juices, her moans driving him to lick harder, deeper, as his fingers parted her lips. She wanted to push his head closer, hold him there, or wrap her legs around him, and she struggled, knowing she couldn’t escape but unable to stop herself.
‘Please, please.’ It was a whisper but she felt like it was a scream. He moved up the bed, flipped the blindfold off so that she could see him, see how aroused he was. The veins on his cock stood out as he rolled the head over her mouth, watching as she parted her lips, as she licked his head, over the split. He groaned, closing his eyes briefly as she lapped at the dribble of precome, the taste and smell of him making her greedy for more. She tried to lift her head, to take more of him in her mouth, but he pulled away. Just out of reach.
Brent towered over her, and the sight of her soft, red lips on the head of his cock made his balls clench painfully. He’d never wanted to shag anyone as much as he wanted her now. The urge to drive deep into that wet, swollen pussy was sending him out of his mind. If he let her take him any deeper into that hot mouth he’d be lost, and he wasn’t ready to end this yet. He gritted his teeth, fighting for self-control. She’d been sexy to him before, but watching her writhe on the bed, moaning, her tight pussy pulsing around that dildo had made him need her even more. And he wanted her to enjoy it; he wanted to show her pleasure no one else ever had.
‘Do you want this hard cock, Cat?’
‘Yes.’ It was a moan.
‘You want me to drive him so deep and hard inside you?’
‘Fuck me, Brent, please.’ He nearly lost it then. She’d never said that before. He laughed, pushing down the need to come all over her.
‘One last thing, Cat, before you can have him.’ He reached over to the side and got his shaving mousse and razor. Then, with deliberate care, he took the curls off her mound, unveiling the soft white flesh as he drew the razor slowly and carefully over every millimetre of her. She gasped, holding her breath as the water trickled down beneath her thighs, then he was squeezing her swollen lips together and tugging as he smoothed the sides. She sighed, not daring to move. He opened her lips with one strong finger, tracing down, encircling her hard clit, pressing firmly, his other finger and thumb pushing the labia tight back together, drawing low moans from her.
Concentrating on the job distracted him, helped with his self-control, until she was naked and the sight of her exposed, fresh skin sent a new wave of lust straight to his groin. He ran his hand over her softness and watched as her body jolted with unfamiliar sensation.
‘Such a p
retty pussy, so sweet and clean and tidy.’ He positioned himself in front of her, ran one finger down her slit and watched as her whole pussy seemed to shiver ‘I think you’re ready.’ He drove into her then with one long thrust; he couldn’t wait any longer, slamming all the way in so that she screamed. For a split second he paused as he felt her pussy tense and then relax around him. Her fists were clenching and unclenching as he drove deeper again and again, she was writhing, moaning and tossing her head, and he suddenly needed to feel every inch of her sweet body wrapped around his. One yank was all it took to release her wrists. She yelped an objection as he pulled out to free her ankles, sliding back inside her in one smooth, easy movement.
Then her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her nails scorching his back and shoulders as her hips bucked. He caught her mouth in his, swallowed her moans, before rolling them both over. Her hands were above her head, and he reached out to grasp her breasts, which were dancing in a rhythm that matched his thrusts. She was rotating her hips, grinding against him, reclaiming her freedom, and he could feel himself hardening even more inside her. He grasped her hips, ground his pelvis upwards harder against her, and felt her thighs open wider as she sank even deeper onto him. She was open so wide that she had all of him, his balls pressed hard against her wetness. And then he felt the convulsions start, felt her pretty cunt tightening its grip around him, felt the pulsating as she threw her head back, and he gave a triumphant cry as, with one last shove, he sent semen shooting straight from him into the deepest part of her.
She’d collapsed onto his chest, then fallen asleep with him still nestled inside her. Brent pushed her hair to one side and she stirred slightly, murmuring a soft objection. He wrapped his arms round her as a sudden desire to hold her close, look after her, surged through his body. He’d heard warning bells after he’d first shagged Cat, but now they seemed muffled. He’d never desired anyone this much, but it wasn’t just because he wanted to enjoy her passion, to take any more, nor did he just want to give her pleasure though watching Cat’s enjoyment was seeing ecstasy unleashed. No, he wanted to give her more than just satisfaction and freedom; he wanted to make her feel wanted.
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