by Opal Carew
She continued to suck as he filled her, then she glided back and licked his tip. Finally, he slipped from her mouth and she smiled up at him.
He stroked her hair, then turned away and stepped off the bed beside her. He grasped the sheet covering her from the waist down and lifted it, drawing it off the end of the bed, revealing her totally naked body.
Her pussy was clean shaven.
* * *
Laurie caught her breath as Steele stared at her naked folds. Heat swelled through her and she wanted him to touch her. He pulled her knees wide, exposing more of her to his gaze, then he knelt between her legs. When his big fingers touched her sensitive flesh, she sucked in a breath. He stroked her, then a thick finger slid inside.
“Ah, you are so fucking wet.”
He leaned forward and licked the length of her slit, then nuzzled his tongue inside. She could feel her insides melting, adding to the slickness already coating his fingers as he glided his finger deeper.
“Baby, I’m going to make you come, and I want to hear you call out my name when you do.”
He slid a second big finger into her and they glided in and out. His mouth found her again and his tongue pushed into the tiny nest of folds covering her clit. Then intense sensations blasted through her as he found it. His tongue glided over it, then he began to suck lightly. She arched against him, wanting to feel more of what he was giving her.
“Do you like that?” he asked as he peered up at her, plunging his fingers deeper.
“Oh, yes.”
He thrust them in and out faster as he licked and cajoled her clit. Heat washed through her and pleasure spiked. She arched and moaned as heat consumed her.
“Oh, yes. I’m…” She sucked in a breath as blissful sensations vibrated through her. “I’m coming.”
He sucked harder, his fingers still stroking inside her.
“Who’s making you come, baby?”
“Steele.” She gasped. “Oh, God, yes, Steele.” Tears streamed from her eyes as the building pleasure burst into pure joy. Her senses expanded and ecstasy swelled through her. She moaned long and loud, riding the wave of complete and utter bliss.
It went on and on. Steele’s insistent attention pushing her to the absolute limit.
Finally, she collapsed, gasping for breath.
It had never been like this with Donovan. When he had handcuffed her that first time, he’d forced her to suck him until he was swollen and close to bursting, then he’d climbed on top of her and penetrated without caring if she was ready, then used her for his own pleasure. He gave no regard to the fact he hadn’t satisfied her need. Not that she would have come anyway. She hadn’t enjoyed anything about his careless, rough treatment.
At the feel of hot, hard flesh against her now, gliding along her slick opening, she stiffened. A whimper escaped her throat at the memory of how it had felt when Donovan had pushed into her, without caring if she was ready or not.
But this was Steele, not Donovan. She was surprised he was ready again, so he’d caught her off guard.
Steele immediately rolled aside. “What is it? Was I hurting you?”
She shook her head. “No. I was just surprised you were hard again.”
He smiled. “Of course I’m hard again. Tasting your hot pussy. Feeling you come against my mouth. Fuck, any man would be.”
* * *
At the stricken look on her face, Steele realized she’d been thinking of a different man. Probably that jackass Donovan, who had treated her so badly.
“You were thinking of him, weren’t you?”
She dropped her gaze. “No, you just caught me off guard, that’s all.”
“It’s okay. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. I told you that before.”
He stood up and found his jeans, then pulled the key from his pocket and released her from the handcuffs.
“Steele, it’s all right. I want you to make love to me.” She grasped his wrist. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Fuck, the need in her eyes tore at him, and his cock twitched with the same need.
But he couldn’t. Not knowing she might be thinking of him.
He pulled on his boxers and walked to the other side of the bed, then turned out the light and climbed into bed behind her. “And I want to be inside you. But it’s not going to happen tonight.”
He turned her away from him and pulled her into his arms, then drew her tight to his body. She wiggled her sexy ass against him and his cock ached.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
He tightened his arm around her waist, trying to stop her arousing movements. “Stop moving,” he demanded through gritted teeth. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”
She stopped and relaxed into his arms. Then she took one of his hands and drew it to her breast, then pressed it to her soft flesh.
“Yes, you are,” she said.
They lay in the darkness in silence. His cock ached with wanting her, but he would will it to relax. Ten minutes later, he was still hard and aching, despite all his concentration. How could he calm his intense desire with her soft breast pressed into his palm, and her warm soft body tight against him?
If she were to make one movement, he was sure he would explode.
This was pure torture, but he wouldn’t let her go now for the world.
“Steele?”
“Mmm?” He didn’t risk saying anything. His hoarse voice would give away his intense need for her. As if she couldn’t feel it pressing hard against her back.
“Thank you.”
He sucked in a breath, then kissed the back of her neck. A few moments later, her deep, even breathing told him she was asleep. He lay there for a long time holding her close, until finally his body relaxed and he dropped off to sleep, too.
* * *
Laurie woke up in the warmth of Steele’s arms. She opened her eyes and thought about last night. It had been incredible. They had each brought the other to orgasm, yet they still had not made love. She shifted and he murmured behind her, still asleep, but she could feel his hard bulge pushing against her backside.
He had been a gentleman, as he had put it. Because she’d had a flashback to how Donovan had treated her, Steele had backed off.
But she wanted Steele so badly. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to share that intimacy with him.
She turned in his arms, then she kissed his raspy neck.
* * *
Steele awoke to a raging hard-on and soft breasts crushed against his chest. Laurie’s soft hand stroked down his chest as her sweet lips kissed his neck, and under his jaw.
“Fuck, woman,” he said sleepily, “you could drive a man to distraction like that.”
She laughed. “But I don’t intend for you to be distracted at all.” She grasped his chin and drew it down until he gazed at her. “I intend for you to be fully focused on what we’re about to do.”
She wrapped her fingers around his cock, still encased in his boxers. But she squeezed him and he groaned. He flipped her onto her back, then prowled over her, raining kisses on her neck.
“Woman, you’d better learn right now. I’m in charge.”
She pursed her lips. “Yes, Steele. Whatever you say.”
“That’s more like it.” He glided his hand down her stomach, then dipped into her soft folds. Slick moisture surrounded his fingertips. “Fuck, you are so ready for me.” He drew his cock from the slit in his boxers and slid the tip over her slick folds, loving her murmur of pleasure.
“Oh, baby, I am going to fuck you so hard.”
“Yes. Oh, please.” She arched against him.
A loud knock sounded at the door.
“Fuck,” he muttered, then snapped, “Go away.”
He pressed his cockhead to her opening and pushed forward a little.
“Steele, this is important,” Rip called from the other side of the door.
“I said fuck off.”
She cupped his cheeks, gazing at him with wi
de, dewy eyes, as he pushed forward, his cockhead slipping into her. Just a little.
The knocking at the door turned into a pounding.
“I’m not kidding, man. You better get out here.”
Laurie gazed at the door. “I think he means it.”
“Fuck.” He kissed her, then pulled back, slipping from her welcoming warmth.
He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on.
“I’ll be right back.” He stared at her. “Don’t move.”
She smiled. “Whatever you say.”
* * *
Steele scowled as he followed Rip down the stairs.
“It’s Killer on the phone.”
“What the hell does he want?” Steele demanded.
“I’ll let him tell you that.”
Steele stormed into the living room and picked up the phone.
“Yeah, what is it?” he snapped.
“I just want to warn you that I’ll be coming out there to make an arrest. I have no choice.”
“You’re going to arrest me for kidnapping?”
“No. I’ll be arresting the woman for theft.”
He tightened his grip on the receiver. “Theft? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Apparently, Donovan Blake has charged that she stole a very expensive diamond necklace. I have no choice but to come and arrest her.”
“Thanks for the heads-up.”
“You understand I expect you to keep her there until I get there.”
“Of course, Officer Grainger. I understand completely.”
Steele hung up the phone.
“So what are we going to do?” Rip asked.
Steele locked gazes with him. “We’re going to get her the hell out of here.”
Wanted
Laurie stretched in the bed, longing for Steele to return, her whole body aching for him. She could still feel his massive cockhead against her intimate flesh and … oh, she ached at the thought of it pushing inside her.
She could hear his footsteps on the stairs. Hurrying. Returning to her.
She could hardly wait to feel him slide inside her. Her insides ached with need and she stroked her nipples as she watched the door, waiting for him.
His footsteps hurried along the hardwood floor toward her, then the door burst open.
She smiled and opened her arms to him¸ but to her surprise, he just scowled.
“You’ve got to get up. Right now.” His harsh, commanding voice tore through her. He grabbed a T-shirt from the small duffel bag on the dresser and pulled it over his head.
Her stomach clenched. “Steele, did I do something wrong?”
“What?” He stared at her, and suddenly seemed to see her. His glittering granite eyes softened. “No, baby. We’ve just got to get out of here. Fast!”
Her heart raced at his words, filled with the threat of oncoming danger. She pushed the covers aside and sat up, then grabbed her undies from the floor and pulled them on. As she pulled on her bra, she caught him watching her as he stuffed things into his bag, his gaze lingering on her breasts as she tucked them away in the lacy cups.
“Fuck, the timing on this sucks.”
“The timing on what, exactly?” she asked as she tugged on the shirt she wore last night, then retrieved her jeans.
“Officer Grainger is on his way over to make an arrest.”
Her gaze shot to his. “He’s going to arrest you for kidnapping me?”
“No, baby, he’s going to arrest you for stealing that diamond necklace your jackass boyfriend gave you.”
“Donovan? Oh, God. But he gave it to me. I’m sure we can—”
“You can explain it until you’re blue in the face, but whose word are they going to take? Yours? Or his?”
She sucked in a deep breath. “He’s trying to punish me.”
“That’s right.” He grabbed her hand and drew her out the door with him, his bag in his other hand. “And he might not stop at jail.”
* * *
Laurie clung to Steele as the bike sped along the highway, her arms snug around his waist, her body pressed tight to his. The rest of Steele’s crew had sent them ahead while they finished packing up. Steele had told her they would catch up with them at a predetermined place.
She and Steele had gotten out of the house in less than ten minutes and had been riding for hours, but the feel of his hot, hard body and the vibration between her legs kept her body hot and ready.
In the bedroom, before he’d shocked her with the news that they had to run, they had been so close. His plum-shaped tip had teased her wet opening and had glided inside, however briefly. She squirmed on the seat, aching to feel him inside her.
She tried to ignore it. The adrenaline when they’d fled before the police arrived to arrest her had dwarfed the feelings for a while, but then they’d built up again.
She squeezed him, her aching breasts crushed against his back. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She needed to feel him.
She ran her hand over the supple leather of his jacket, caressing his chest, but she couldn’t feel him, so she slid her hand down and stroked over the front of his jeans. Up and down until she felt a bulge form.
Oh, God, she wanted him inside her. She pulled his zipper down and slipped her hand inside. As she stroked his thickening cock, still under the scant protection of his boxers, his hand grasped her wrist and held her still. Then he drew her hand away. Undeterred, she glided her other hand over his growing erection and slid under the cotton to wrap her fingers around him.
If he really wanted her to stop, he could pull over and tell her so. She stroked him and he released her other wrist, grabbing the handlebar of the bike again, his fingers clamping tightly around the grips, just like she gripped tightly around his hard shaft.
He shifted on the seat, then she felt the bike turn and he pulled off the highway onto a side road. She squeezed his big member, and drew it from his jeans, then stroked his length.
He veered off the road, then pulled onto the shoulder.
I guess he wants me to stop.
He dismounted the bike, drawing himself free of her hold, his face looking stern as he zipped himself back up. Then to her surprise, he slid her forward and mounted behind her. Suddenly, they were speeding forward again, but with his arm snuggly around her waist, pulling her tight to his body. She could feel his erection pressed against her backside, straining against his pants.
His hand slid up and stroked her breast, then he cupped it and kneaded it in his hand. The wind rushed past her face and she could barely catch her breath. Her nipples, swollen and hard, ached for him. He slid to her other breast and squeezed it, then his fingers traveled down to the hem of her T-shirt and slipped underneath. He cupped her breast again, then tugged down the lace cup to free her nipple. At the feel of his fingertips pinching her sensitive bud, she arched against him, her head resting back against his shoulder.
The wind rushing past her face … the bike … his touch … all left her breathless and aching for more. He continued to stroke her, alternating from breast to breast. Sometimes cupping and stroking, sometimes teasing her nipples, until her senses were alight with intense desire.
Then he slid down her belly and unzipped her jeans.
Oh, God, his fingers slid inside and underneath her panties until he stroked her slick flesh. She opened her thighs wider and his fingers glided over her. She arched forward as he stroked her slick folds. The feel of his calloused, masculine fingers gliding into her soft, wet passage drove her wild.
Pleasure pulsed through her as he stroked deep inside her, then drew out and touched her clit. She moaned into the wind, then he tweaked and she gasped. He slipped inside her again, this time ignoring her aching clit.
He alternated, gliding deep inside her, and slipping out to tease her swollen button.
She wanted him inside her. She needed release.
As if reading her mind, he slowed the bike and pulled off the road. She glanced around and realized they were
now on a small dirt road with trees all around. He pulled over and stopped the bike.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, woman?” He pulled off his helmet as he dismounted, then unfastened hers and pulled it off.
Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue driving into her insistently. She opened for him and he filled her, driving deep, exploring her mouth with authority, his hands cupping her face.
Then he drew back and grasped her leg and pulled it over the bike so she was sitting facing him.
“Take off the fucking jeans.”
She wiggled them down her hips and he pulled them off her legs. She watched with hunger as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. Then he stepped toward her and pulled aside the crotch of her panties. She moaned at the feel of his hot, hard member against her.
“Fuck, woman, you were driving me to distraction.” Then he drove forward, impaling her.
“Oh, God.” She clung to him, holding his body tight to hers, then he drew back, the ridge of his cock dragging on her passage, sending tremors through her.
Then he drove deep again and she moaned.
He drove into her again and again, her whimpers building to long steady moans as pleasure swamped her senses.
“Oh, Steele, yes.”
He nuzzled her neck as he drove deep again. The feel of his lips heightened her senses and she cried out. Her nerve endings glistened with intense sensations and when he drove into her again, she felt the tidal wave begin.
“Oh, yes.” She clung tight to his shoulders. “Steele, I’m…” She gasped as pleasure rushed through her. “I’m coming.” She wailed, throwing her head back as she shot to heaven, her body exploding in a tumultuous burst of ecstatic bliss.
He groaned as he thrust, then jerked forward, holding her tight against him as he pulsed inside her.
They stood like that for a long moment, ensconced in each other’s arms. Finally, he smiled down at her, and kissed her, his hands cupping her cheeks.
“Now we need to get back on the road.”
She smiled, feeling more content than she had in … forever. “Yes, sir. Whatever you say.”
* * *