by Nina Croft
“Hey.” She punched him on the ass.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “You’ll wake the baby.”
A giggle escaped her. “Just like a married couple.”
“Who’ve never had sex…but are just about to.” He talked as he walked. Out of the sitting room and up the stairs. He kicked his bedroom door open, but quietly. The last thing he needed right now was Lulu waking up.
He dropped her on the bed and then switched on the lamp—he wanted to see every second of this.
She lay resting on her elbows, looking up at him, a challenge in her eyes. But what was she challenging him to? He had an idea this might turn into a fight for dominance, and the idea turned him on fiercely.
He remembered how she’d looked at him last week. She’d liked looking at him. He tugged his shirt from his pants and unbuttoned it, her gaze following his every move. He shrugged out of the shirt then dropped it on the floor.
“You’re doing the striptease thing again,” she murmured.
“You like the striptease thing.”
“Perhaps.”
“So do I. Take your top off.”
Would she?
“You’re good at giving orders, aren’t you?”
“You want to call me sir?”
“Not in a million years.”
He grinned. “Take your top off…please.”
Her hands went to the hem, and she pulled it off over her head and threw it on top of his shirt.
“Lie back.”
This time she didn’t argue; she just lay back on the bed and raised her arms above her head, pushing her breasts into the air. They were small but full and perfectly shaped, with hard little nipples, dusky pink.
His dick got even harder, so it was pressing almost painfully against his fly. He fumbled with his belt buckle, not taking his gaze off her lithe form. All long and slender and graceful. He unbuttoned his pants, almost groaning as he lowered his zipper. Then he moved toward her, pausing at the end of the bed to look at her some more.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
Her eyes opened, and she stared up at him. “So are you.”
She was naked except for the tight black leggings. He wrapped a hand around each ankle and parted her legs, then came down on one knee between them. She didn’t move, but she was as turned on as he was—he could see it in the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. Her lower lip was clamped between her teeth.
He reached out and covered one breast with his palm, squeezed, then turned his attention to the other. He trailed a finger over her taut nipple and her back arched. Lowering his head, he stroked her with his tongue then sucked her into his mouth. Finally, he bit down gently, and a groan escaped her throat.
His cock pulsed. Next time, they’d take it slow. This time he needed to be inside her, and fast.
He stood up, shucked out of his pants, kicking off his dress shoes and socks. By the time he came down on the bed, he was naked and more than ready.
“Shit,” she said. “That is one seriously pretty cock.”
He didn’t think his cock had ever been called pretty before. He grinned, wrapped his palm around himself and squeezed. “And it’s all yours.”
“That’s nice. Tell me you have a condom.”
“Brand new packet in the cabinet by the bed.”
She rolled onto her back, came up on all fours, and crawled up the bed. His eyes fixed on her ass. She reached out, opened the drawer, and tossed him the packet, looking at him over her shoulder. “Prepared. I like that.”
“I bought them last week,” he said, his mind not really on the conversation. “Shortly after we’d had our little talk about how this was never going to happen.”
Then he’d had enough of talking. He leaned toward her, hooked his fingers in the waistband of her leggings, and then slowly peeled them down over her hips and legs. She lifted each up to assist him. Beneath them, he could see the black lace of a thong almost hidden between her ass cheeks. He divested her of that last item as well and then sat back on his heels and stared.
Her ass was rounded, her thighs slender, and the curls between them pale blond. She glanced at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised.
“Don’t move.” His voice came out almost a croak as he inched closer.
His finger traced the line down her ass, along the seam of her sex, sinking into the hot wet heat of her. She pushed back against him—clearly, she was no good at taking orders.
Lowering his head, he bit the curve of her ass cheek. She peered over her shoulder at him. “Ouch. What was that for?”
“I told you not to move.”
“I’m not one of your goddamn soldiers.”
He grinned. “Thank God. Or this would be extremely inappropriate.”
He licked the spot he’d bitten, then gave in to temptation and nuzzled between her thighs, breathing in the hot, musky scent of excited woman.
He was tempted to spend longer, but with this woman, he couldn’t help the feeling that something else might come along and interrupt them. He was conscious of the baby monitor beside the bed, but even Lulu wouldn’t be cruel enough to butt in on them now.
Just let him get inside her once. Was that too much to ask? He tore the condom wrapper with his teeth then rolled it down over his length, wincing because he was so sensitive. And he was ready. More than ready.
He shuffled closer, rested one palm against her ass then slid it lower to curve around her inner thigh. He repeated the process with the other thigh, parting them farther so he could see her pussy. Pink and glistening; she wanted him, and that was such a turn-on.
He released one thigh, cupped her sex, curled his fingers so they slid inside her, and then traced them upward until her found her clit. He teased her with his fingertip, drawing circles around the little bundle of nerves until her hips were jerking up toward him and her thighs were parting wider.
He was going to last no time at all. And he didn’t give a fuck. There would be time later for long and slow.
He took his dick in his hand, aimed it at the exact spot he needed to be, then he steadied her with one hand curled around her hip and plunged deep inside her. She went down on her elbows, her ass lifting higher into the air. And she was tight, and hot and all slippery and welcoming. He paused as deep inside as he could go, kept one hand on her hip and slipped through the curls between her thighs with the other. He found her clit again, all swollen and needy, and stroked his fingers over her. She groaned, and he massaged the little bundle, hard then soft. When her hips were pushing against him, he withdrew, the grasp of her tight inner walls nearly pushing him over the edge, and he gritted his teeth and shoved back in hard. Then again and again, until he was moving easier inside her.
He held tight onto his control, because while this was not going to take long, no way was he coming until she did.
When he’d got a rhythm going, he turned his attention to her clit, rubbing it with his fingers, pressing hard then light, until little whimpering moans were coming from her, driving him crazy. The pressure was building in his balls, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He circled her once more then pinched her clit between his thumb and finger while he shoved in hard. Then again, and he felt her come apart beneath him. She threw back her head and screamed. At the same time, her pussy wrapped tight around him, and he released the last of his control and came a second later, pumping into her. She bucked her hips, and he pinched her clit again, and she collapsed to the bed beneath him. He crashed down with her, pushing her to the mattress, still pumping, as he buried his head in the curve where her shoulder met her neck, biting down on the soft skin, and she went still beneath him.
Finally, he was empty, his cock lodged deep inside. He didn’t want to move, but he was probably squashing her, though she hadn’t complained yet. Pulling out, he rolled onto his back and lay staring up at the ceiling while his breath returned to normal and his brain started to function again.
He glanced sideways to where the bab
y monitor lay, still silent. Christ, if Darcy’s screams hadn’t awakened Lulu, nothing would.
“Next time, we gag you.”
She rolled over so she lay on her side, face-to-face with him. Her eyes were dark, her skin flushed, her lips red. “Who says there will be a next time?”
“I do. Once was definitely not enough.”
“I’m not sure I could move right now, even if I wanted to.”
“Then don’t. Stay there.”
He rolled to his feet and headed into the small ensuite bathroom. After disposing of the condom, he washed his hands and splashed water over his face. When he returned to the bedroom, she was still lying on her side, naked, and so beautiful his chest ached and his dick twitched.
“You want a drink?”
“Beer?”
“Give me a second.” He tiptoed past Lulu’s room—all was quiet—then padded down the stairs and into the kitchen, doing his best to overlook the mess, though it was hard to ignore. It looked like every utensil in the place had been dipped in food and thrown at the walls. He grabbed two beers from the fridge, knocked off the tops, and headed back. She was sitting up in bed, the sheet pulled over her—he’d preferred the view from before, but at least she was still in the bed. He’d half expected her to be up and dressed, with an excuse on her lips as to why she had to go. She was more defensive than he was and that was pretty impressive.
He handed her a beer and slipped under the sheet beside her, and for a minute they drank in almost companionable silence. He cast her a sideways glance. The sheet was tucked under her armpits, and he wanted to see her breasts. He reached across and gave it a tug.
“Hey.”
“I like your breasts. Do you know how long it’s been since I sat this close to a pair of naked breasts?”
She cast him a glance, though her expression was amused. She looked as relaxed as he felt. They’d both needed this. They were just friends doing each other a favor. No harm, no foul. “I have no clue.”
“Too long, and I’m not wasting a second of it. In fact”—he took her beer and put it on the bedside table along with his—“I need a better view.”
He twisted around, wrapping his hands around her narrow waist, and lifted her up. She caught on pretty quick and rested her hands on his shoulders as he put her down, straddling his hips. His cock thickened and straightened, and her eyes widened as she felt him beneath her. He tugged the sheet out of the way so there was nothing between them, and he could feel the heat and wetness of her against him. Her breasts were now level with his face, and he leaned forward and kissed one tight dusky nipple, then drew it into his mouth, suckling until she squirmed against him. Her skin tasted salty and sweet, and he had an urge to taste her all over, to press his mouth between her thighs. Soon.
He handed her beer back and watched as she raised it to her lips then swallowed. She caught his gaze and licked her tongue around the rim of the bottle, and heat flashed through him. She swallowed the last of the beer and handed him the empty bottle. “What now?”
He tugged on his lower lip as he considered her. Then he rested both hands at her hips as he slid down the bed until he lay flat on his back. “Now I want to find out if your pussy tastes as good as it looks.”
She swallowed, but then raised herself up on her knees, and he was pretty certain she’d caught on. She leaned over him, kissing his lips, dipping her tongue inside. Then she shuffled up the bed, clambered over his shoulders, and she was right where he wanted her, her thighs straddling his face. For a second, he breathed in her sweet intoxicating scent. It went straight to his dick until he was rock hard.
“Open your legs,” he murmured.
She came up on her knees, widened her legs, and the view was amazing—all pink glistening pussy. He gripped her hips and lowered her slightly, raising his head so he could lick along the seam of her sex. His nostrils filled with the scent of her arousal. He moved his hands so he could use his thumbs to part her sex and stare. A pulse throbbed in his dick. He doubted long and slow was going to happen this time, either. First, he had to make Darcy come screaming—quiet screams.
He pushed his tongue up inside her, felt the contractions grip him, then licked slow strokes over her sex, stopping just short of her clit, until she was moaning, pushing against him, his lips coated in her sweetness. He gripped her hips and pulled her down to him, his mouth latching onto her clit, sucking her into his mouth, massaging the swollen nub with his tongue, and then grazing it with the edge of his teeth.
She went still, everything clamping down tight, muscles locked. He bit down oh-so-gently, and she stiffened, threw back her head, and screamed. He sucked then nibbled, and she came again, collapsing against him.
Chapter Twelve
The room was in darkness when Darcy woke up.
Her whole body tingled with the memory of more orgasms than she’d ever considered possible in a single night. Or was it just a dream? Maybe she was still sleeping on the sofa, waiting for Matt to come home, while believing he wouldn’t. He’d be spending the night in the arms of the perfect Diana.
She stretched, the cotton sheets chafing her sensitive skin.
Even in the dark, she was quite aware that this wasn’t the guest room Matt had shown her the previous day. She’d never been in here before.
And she guessed that would make it Captain Matt’s room.
Her body felt great, all sated and relaxed and just a little bit sore. They’d made love over and over, then they’d fallen asleep, and he’d awoken her and they’d made love again. She didn’t think she’d ever forget the feel of his mouth on her sex. She’d had oral sex before, but past boyfriends had always acted like they were doing her some sort of favor, whereas Matt… He’d seemed to enjoy himself as much as she did. Okay, maybe not quite as much.
She wriggled then stretched out her hands under the sheets, but she’d already sensed she was alone. And the feeling of loss worried at some deep, dark part of her mind. The clock on the bedside table glowed in the dark. It was early, before six. She should have guessed that Matt was an early riser.
She thought about pulling the sheets over her head and going back to sleep—because left to her own devices, she enjoyed sleeping in. She was a late night, late morning sort of person. But she also had a need to get up, go hunt Matt down, and get that first awkward, “oh my God, we slept together” moment over with.
Best sex ever.
Like ever, ever.
No need to share that with Matt, though. No point in making him big-headed.
There had been a bit of a power struggle going on, but she had to concede that once he’d taken control, she’d loved it. Most of her boyfriends in the past had let her take charge; maybe that’s why she’d picked them, so she wouldn’t have to give up that little piece of herself. And she’d fought it last night, but when she’d finally given in, it had been mind-blowing, a whole new level.
She stretched out across to Matt’s side of the bed and switched on the lamp, then pulled herself up. She hadn’t taken in much of the room last night. But it was pretty much as she’d expected Matt’s room to be. Decorated in beige and gray, with a big bed. Everything was in its place, the top of the dresser clear of clutter. He’d even picked up their clothes from last night. Hers were folded neatly on the chair by her side of the bed.
If she ever needed proof that they were not meant to have more than sex between them, this was it, because the neatness set her teeth on edge. It drove her crazy, made her want to toss things around.
She pushed the sheet down. She was naked. Had he found her too skinny? Her breasts were small, but they were a nice shape. He’d certainly seemed to appreciate them. And her ass had been a great hit.
Was this a one-off?
Part of her suspected that would be the best idea. That they should just move on, try to find a way to be—what had he said?—friends. It seemed strange to even contemplate.
But most of her knew she’d be jumping Captain Matt’s bones at the
next opportunity. He’d been right last night. Neither of them was looking for anything permanent. She wasn’t the homemaker type. Neither was he. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy each other. Eventually the desire would fade, and they could get on with their lives. They’d keep seeing each other because of Lulu, and they’d be friends and…
She didn’t know. She’d never had sex with a friend before.
She needed a shower, but first she wanted to find Matt. A dressing gown hung on the door. It was gray to match the décor, and she pulled it on. It fell almost to the floor. Outside, the hall was in darkness. She felt her way along to Lulu’s door and pushed it open, just a little. The night light was on, and she could see Lulu sleeping, her thumb in her mouth, the doll Darcy had brought her that first visit tucked in her arms. She was so goddamn cute when she was asleep, and a sweet ache squeezed at Darcy’s heart. She saw so much of her younger self in her niece. How she had been before life had gotten so hard. But had she ever been that cute? Somehow she doubted it.
She backed out and pulled the door closed, then headed down the stairs. She peered into the living room. Empty. And spotlessly tidy. Either the cleaners had been in or Matt had been busy. She heard sounds from the kitchen and headed there. He was just wiping the last of the dishes. The room was as spotless as the living room, with everything back in its place. She’d meant to clean up last night, really she had. But after an afternoon running after Lulu, and an evening trying to get her to eat and then settle down, she’d just crashed.
And she really hadn’t expected Matt to come back.
Couldn’t he have waited to tidy? She would have done it once she’d woken up. He had a way of making her feel inadequate. She’d bet Diana never left a dish unwashed.
He put the last plate away and turned to face her.
And in that second, she forgave him his unnatural proclivity for tidiness, because he was naked except for a pair of faded jeans. His chest was bare, his feet were bare. And nearly-naked Matt had the power to leave her breathless.
She stepped into the kitchen and stalked toward him.