Living Dangerously

by Dee J. Adams

  She wiggled her hands beneath the waistband of his black jeans and under the elastic band of his underwear, searching for that part of him she wanted to touch most.

  “Wait,” he rasped. “Not yet.” He intercepted her hand and trapped it on the pillow.

  “Why not?” she panted. “I get to play too.”

  His wicked grin sent a full body flush across her skin. “You will definitely play. But me first. I’ve been thinking about this since that night on the balcony. You don’t want to ruin a man’s fantasy, do you?”

  She was his fantasy? She still couldn’t imagine how she could be any man’s fantasy. Sure, with makeup and hair done to perfection, she understood the illusion, but Troy had seen her at her worst in the hospital. He knew the real deal. That her lips were a little too thin, her nose too sharp. Now he knew her breasts were too small. She’d worked hard on her body, making a personal decision to gain weight by packing on muscle. She’d been too skinny during all those years growing up on TV, listening to the executives tell her she needed to keep her weight down.

  Now, he’d seen her crying with smeared mascara and she was still his fantasy.

  His wicked mouth continued another descent and it felt too incredibly good. Okay, to hell with having her way with him. If he wanted to go first then by all means, he could go first.

  Inch by inch, he kissed and licked his way down her ribs, her abs and toward her hips. He wrapped an arm beneath her and she arched into his mouth when he reached her belly button and circled with his tongue.

  Bringing in air got a lot tougher. Knowing where he planned to go had every cell inside her screaming in anticipation. He glided his lips over her hipbone and inched the thong down. With his teeth.

  Her whole body trembled as chills streaked across her skin.

  His slick tongue eased across the band as he moved to the other side and pulled that down as well, slowly easing the material off her hips until it just barely covered the racing stripe leading the way to nirvana. He’d reached home plate, but instead of sliding for the mound his gaze caught hers. “There’s one thing I need to know,” he whispered roughly.

  Of course! God, how come she hadn’t thought of this earlier? “I’m healthy,” she panted. His gaze narrowed. “I am too, but that’s not what I was asking. I’m dying to know what

  you taste like.”

  A fresh surge of moisture pooled between her thighs.

  He nuzzled her clit and made her jump, then swiped his tongue over the silk of her thong. “Pretty damn good,” he muttered. He took the thong down the rest of the way until she lay exposed to his heated gaze. “Don’t mind me.” He hooked each leg over each one of his arms and settled between them. “This is going to take a while. Relax.”

  A nervous laugh erupted from her gut, but died a quick death when his mouth clamped over her clit and went to work. He licked, stroked and sucked her into a mindless frenzy. He had her panting, gasping and moaning his name. Begging for release, pleading for him to fill her. His big hands roamed her sweat-slicked skin and dim moonlight washed over the flexing muscles in his back. When she thought she couldn’t take it another second, he eased back and rolled her over, shocking her completely when he set his mouth on the crease of her ass. She pulled away, but he held her steady, using his tongue to tease and torture the delicate, sensitive flesh. He moved down to the crease between her butt and thigh and teased there too, driving her crazy with his hot mouth and lush lips.

  He snuck his hand beneath her, between her thighs, and she shamelessly rubbed against his palm, silently begging to be filled. She cried out when two thick fingers pushed inside her slick entrance. She moved down and forced them deeper, reveling in the way he stroked her, pushed her higher.

  Once again he flipped her and this time, he shoved three fingers deep inside as his tongue lashed her clit. The instant climb shot her to the peak. Firecrackers went off in her skull. Lights exploded behind her closed lids. She cried out and convulsed around his fingers, every pulse a pleasure ride so intense she forgot to breathe. The sweetest, perfect moment of her life.

  When she finally stilled, gasping for air, she saw him watching her with such a look of satisfaction on his face that she smiled. “Don’t look so cocky. You’re not done yet.” She crooked her index finger and beckoned him forward. “C’mere.” She wanted more.

  Troy’s eyes narrowed as he slowly climbed up her torso, leaving light licks and small nips in his wake. He still had on his jeans and they scraped against her bare legs.

  “Those things had better be off you in the next ten seconds or I’m going to cut them off.”

  He grinned as he pushed his jeans over his hips along with his boxer briefs. He stopped long enough to get his wallet out of his back pocket where he’d stashed a condom.

  “Wait,” she said. “I want to put it on you.”

  His dark eyes got darker as she snatched the condom out of his hand and rolled him onto his back.

  “You are mine.”

  * * *

  Troy thought his head might explode, and at this point it was a toss-up as to which head he meant. Though Julie might intend to eventually roll that condom over his straining erection, she clearly had no intention of doing it in the next few seconds. Or even minutes by the way she looked at him...with a hunger so real, he felt it deep in his bones.

  But to have Julie Fraser easing herself between his thighs topped every single expectation he’d ever had. She nuzzled his cock in a very clear imitation of how he’d nuzzled her. Her pink tongue darted out for a taste and he gritted his teeth against the wet heat along his dick. At this rate, he was going to revert to the fifteen-year-old boy who’d been a little too fast on the draw.

  Because he doubted he’d ever relive this moment ever again, he kept his eyes on her as she played with him. Nix the word play. She fucking tortured him with her hot tongue and sweet lips. She traced the tip of his dick along her mouth and Troy didn’t think he’d last another minute of her attention. When she opened and took him inside, he sucked in his breath, drawing air into his stricken lungs because every fucking muscle had seized with pleasure. Up and down. She continued to drive him out of his mind. He put his hands on her head, let himself pump into her mouth a couple more times before he pulled her off him. In under two seconds he had her flat on her back. He snatched the condom from her hand and rolled it on quicker than he’d ever done in his life.

  He covered her mouth with his, hooked an arm beneath her knee, opened her wide and pushed inside her, deep and sure. She stiffened beneath him and moaned inside his mouth. He let go of her leg, might’ve pulled out then, worried that he’d hurt her, except she wrapped her legs around his hips and kept them connected tightly together. Troy’s mind went blank. All that mattered was the incredible pleasure he got from pumping in and out of her. From hearing the desperate sounds of need coming from her throat. From feeling her heat, the strength of her muscles as she flexed and strained under and around him.

  The moment ranked as—absolutely—the best of his life. Better than actually having an orgasm. Because in this minute, they were together, every move felt better than the last. Every stroke took them both higher.

  “Oh, God. Troy,” she panted, “So good. Please, please. I have to...”

  He lifted her ass, canted her hips a fraction and pushed in. She cried out. Her orgasm powered through her so hard she shook beneath him. Troy had no control over his own release. Her climax triggered his. Like an explosive had been detonated, the wave that hit him ripped him apart. Intense gratification buffeted every nerve, every cell. He locked his jaw and rode out the swell even as he continued to pump into Julie. He wanted to feel every pulse, every last shudder.

  When it was all over, Troy collapsed on top of her, but she wasn’t complaining. Her hands stroked over his back. Her heart beat a fast, steady pulse.

  He expected to see her half-asleep with a satisfied look in her eyes. Nope. Despite the darkness of the room, her blue eyes twinkled with f
resh light and excitement.

  “That was amazing.” One thing about show business, it had taken the shyness right out of her. Assuming she ever had been shy.

  He nodded, rolled to his side, but kept her close. He needed to get cleaned up, but wasn’t ready to leave the warmth of her arms. Her hand trailed to his thigh and it didn’t matter that he’d climaxed harder than he’d ever had in his life, he felt his dick grow again anyway.

  Troy stopped her hand. “Hold on, sweetheart. I only have the one condom. A repeat performance will have to be with another toy, not my boy.”

  A coy smile curved Julie’s lips as she crawled over him and opened the top drawer of the night table. Her ass, right in front of his face, teased him within an inch of his life and he couldn’t resist. He shifted in bed and commenced to kissing. He loved her ass. Hell, he loved her small breasts too. The pert and perky twins made her all the more real and helped him separate the movie star from the woman. He loved her imperfections: the uneven quirk of her lips when she smiled, the little scar near her right temple. At the moment, the crease between her butt cheek and her thigh was anything but imperfect. She took care of herself. Worked out hard. Without clothes on, it was easy to see her strength. She’d been pretty scrawny all those years on television, but now... She’d definitely grown into a mature female. A woman with curves and muscle. A woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

  She came away from the drawer with a box she waved teasingly in her hand.

  Condoms.

  “Prepared are you?” He didn’t know if he liked that. What did it mean about how often she entertained?

  “Actually, they were a gag gift. I was working on a film last year and the prop guy gave them to me for my birthday. He said I should have some fun. On him.” She lifted an eyebrow. “The guy’s a real comedian.”

  “I’m not laughing,” Troy said. “When’s your birthday?”

  She smiled her famous smile and Troy’s semi hard-on got harder. “Actually, it’s next week and I think I know what you can give me,” she teased as she removed the old condom and slid her hand up and down his growing erection.

  “There’s something you should probably know,” he told her as he once again rolled her beneath him. “I’m going to be hard for you all night long.”

  This time both brows lifted. “All night? Wow. An early birthday present that just keeps on giving.” She cocked her head to the side. “I’m not sure I believe you though.”

  He dumped the box of condoms, ripped one open, sheathed himself and pushed inside her in seconds flat. She gasped then moaned and the sounds spurred him on faster. The need he felt came back at him. Not so much the need to come, but the need to satisfy her. To make this the best experience she’d ever have. To make her remember this time with complete clarity no matter what happened the rest of her life.

  A few minutes later, when their skin was slick with sweat and their muscles strained to the limit, Julie came apart in his arms with a cry. She bucked beneath him and dug her fingernails into his back. Troy nearly howled as his own orgasm hit him like a linebacker, hard and rough. For the second time that night, he collapsed on top of Julie, his mind thoughtless, his body, boneless.

  Chapter Eleven

  He didn’t know how many minutes passed before he lifted his head. The sweet, musky scent of Julie and sex filled him. Once again, her eyes shone bright, her excitement clear. “Oh, no.” He hid a grin, took a deep breath and exhaled. “Sex revs you up. It doesn’t put you to sleep.”

  Her smile disappeared as she considered his observation. “Oh my, God. You’re right,” she said, clearly just now realizing the fact. “I never thought about it before.” Her saucy grin said she liked it. “I guess now I know what I need to do when I get tired in the middle of a work day.” She waggled her eyebrows.

  The peek into her personality made Troy catch his breath before he laughed. Having this private side of her all to himself sent a strange sense of possession through his chest and gut. She didn’t belong to him, he understood that, but just being here with her, in her bed, seemed like an alternate reality. Yes, he knew better than anyone that she was only human, like anyone else. Her nearly bleeding out in his arms had made that abundantly clear months ago, but laughing and joking with her accomplished the same thing on a very different level.

  “I can see it now,” she went on. “Julie,” she said, imitating a male voice. “We need you on set in five. And I’m all, but it’s been such a long day and I’m so tired. Gee, I know. I’ll find my guy and screw his brains out, then I’ll be ready for anything.” She laughed and fell back against the pillows.

  My guy? Had she meant him or any man who might be in the picture at the time?

  She ran her fingers through his hair. The caress cut straight to his heart and hit a nerve he didn’t know existed. He wanted her touching him like this for more than just tonight.

  There were too many reasons why this shouldn’t have happened in the first place. She was Hollywood royalty. He was a private investigator working a case. Guilt for being where he knew he shouldn’t steadily rose and flooded his system.

  Too late to go back now.

  If he had to suffer the consequences, then he wanted the whole night. It would have to hold him the rest of his life.

  * * *

  Troy came awake to pressure on his cock. Not in a Bobbitt kind of way, but in a—you forgot to take off the condom, asshole—kind of way. What he didn’t expect was the warm wet cloth that stroked his dick, or the firm grip of the hand that followed. He shifted and spread his legs. Let the soft caresses take him away as she leaned next to him. Moonlight framed her golden hair to perfection. He wanted her between his thighs, to have her take him deep in her mouth, but God, this was so good.

  Her grip tightened on his dick as she stroked him and a rough groan escaped his throat. Her hair tickled his thighs, sent currents of electricity to his heavy erection as her lips brushed across his hip. Her tongue teased with light flicks. He had no idea how long he’d been out. Maybe a minute, maybe fifteen, but his dick knew a good thing when it came in his direction and right now it strained for that seeking mouth.

  He expected the gentle licks like the last time she did this. What he didn’t expect was for her to go down full bore and suck. Troy nearly shot to the roof, every muscle convulsed. A stream of obscenities rattled off his lips.

  One hand moved along his abs, up to his pecs as the other moved under his sac. She continued to drive him insane with her hot mouth and light scrape of teeth.

  America’s Sweetheart had a very dirty side. Who would’ve have guessed?

  She pinched his nipple and he bucked into her mouth inadvertently. She moaned, let her hand slide to his hip where she gripped him tighter, dug her nails into his skin.

  He had to have her. Had to taste her while she did this to him. He hooked his arm around her thigh and shifted her over his face. He needed the distraction or he wouldn’t last another ten seconds. God almighty, she was soaking wet and tasted like sweet sin. He sucked, licked and nibbled. He spread her ass cheeks as he tortured and teased with his mouth and his tongue. He loved the way she trembled and shook. The intimacy of the act had never floored him as it did in this minute. He’d never felt closer to a woman than he did right now. Her moans vibrated through his dick to his balls. She lost her rhythm and her body stiffened as her internal muscles clenched in a hard orgasm. He would have pulled her off him, but she took him deeper. She had to know what was coming.

  “Shit, Julie.” His voice sounded harsh in his own ears. “Too good.”

  She purred. She fucking purred. Then she pulled at his balls, touched a spot so tender that he bucked again. His orgasm tore through him. Julie held on tight, her mouth snug around his throbbing dick. Maybe he’d wanted to pull her up a second ago, but now he thanked the powers that be as she stayed locked on to his sensitive flesh.

  When he finished, when every last drop of come had spilled, he let her go. She collapsed next to h
im, her breathing hard along his thigh, her skin slick with sweat. They lay that way for a few minutes as they came down from the rush. Finally, Julie sat up, her lips swollen, her face flushed and her eyes bright with satisfaction. With a pure feline smile, she crawled over him and settled on his chest, set her mouth on his and kissed him like she hadn’t just blown his world to kingdom come.

  “I just wanted to give you something to remember me by, but I think it might’ve backfired.” Her grin was all sass and sex.

  Troy ran his fingers along her head and held her away from him, stared into her amazingly sharp blue eyes. “You know, this has been the most damn fun I’ve had in years.” Probably decades, but he couldn’t really confess that.

  Her smile leveled him as she nodded. “Me too.” She stared at him and the moment stretched on. Her thumb grazed his cheekbone in a soft caress, her smile faded and turned into something serious. “I need you to know that I don’t do this.” She paused and searched for words. “I’m not like this. Ever. With anyone.” She looked like a virgin confessing her sins.

  One corner of Troy’s lips barely curved upward. To say that knowledge made him feel special was an understatement. It had been a while since he’d been with a woman, and he couldn’t claim to be a monk. But no other experience came close to this.

  “Me either.” It was all he could manage. The truth, but he still had a hard time saying more. His upbringing had pretty much cured him of sharing his thoughts and feelings. He’d learned early on not to speak to his father unless spoken to because any mood could be translated the wrong way. If he was upset, he was a pansy. If he was happy, his dad quickly cured him of that with a swift, hard hand. Misery loved company and his dad never wanted to be alone.

  Wait a minute... Did she mean...? “Are you saying that was your first sixty-ni—”

  “Yes.” She rolled her eyes. “Jeez. Did you have to say it out loud?”