by Mari Freeman
As his fingers slid across bare skin under the vest, Blake had to slow down and steady himself when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. He’d watched those breasts all night and had never guessed she was braless. Not wanting to wait much longer to see them, he undid the next button and then one more. She wasn’t pulling back, wasn’t saying a word. She simply watched his face, her hands at her sides.
Lifting his other hand, he pushed the vest open and off her shoulders in one slow, steady movement. Liza sucked in a breath as the warm night air caressed her already tight nipples. His face revealed his pleasure at the sight of her, and she was mesmerized by the openness of his expressions. He didn’t try to hide anything from her, no mask, no fake macho bravado. He let her see his appreciation, his vulnerability. It was more of a turn-on than standing half naked in a barn with a sexy cowboy. Almost. He started to reach for her, to touch the treasure he had just revealed, but she stopped him.
“My turn.”
He tilted his head slightly in question. Then she raised one hand and undid his top button. Blake’s lips curled up to start a smile, but the heat from her touch on his chest stopped that smile in it tracks. He closed his eyes and fought to keep his hands at his sides as she had done. She moved swiftly down his shirt and before long had all his buttons loose, but Liza didn’t stop there. Tugging gently, she pulled the tails from his slacks and pushed his shirt over his shoulders. She had to lean into him and stand on her tiptoes to get the shirt all the way over. The movement caused her taut nipples to brush against him. He opened his eyes and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, taking her mouth forcefully, keeping his hands where they were, only touching where she leaned into him.
Liza pulled back slightly. “Let me show you,” she whispered against his chest and pressed a gentle kiss to a tight nipple.
“Show me what, beautiful?”
“That I want you. Blake. Not your money, not your name. Let me show you.”
Blake swallowed a huge lump in his throat. Unable to speak, he lowered his head and kissed her hair. She had hit him right at his core. Usually he had his choice of women, but early into a night he could tell what they wanted and he was either left feeling like a trophy or a means to an end, and that end was his father’s money. Liza didn’t make him feel either.
Her little hands gripped his arms just below the elbows. She skimmed kisses across his chest and took one of his nipples between her hot lips, suckling gently, nipping with her teeth. He shivered from the feel of it. His cock was straining hard against the soft fabric of his dress slacks. If he’d been wearing jeans he didn’t think he’d have been able to stand it.
Slowly, she slid herself down, holding onto his forearms for support, licking his stomach, twirling her tongue through the dusting of hair on his midsection. He watched her every move, thinking he’d never seen anything as sexy as Liza DeLane with her hair falling loose and free over her bare shoulders, loving him. It was the best sex he’d ever had and his pants were still on.
She sank to her knees and released his arms. “Unbutton your pants.” Her voice was husky with desire and he did as he was told. Blake couldn’t have taken control of the situation if he’d wanted to. He was utterly hers at this moment. He stepped out of his pants once they slid all the way down to his ankles. His cock bobbed in front of her face, tapping lightly once on her cheek. Liza took hold of his wrists and looked up at him through her lashes.
He still didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Liza could read his face so plainly. He needed, and she was going to show him she understood exactly what he needed. His body was a thing of sheer wonder, roped muscles covered with Texas sun-kissed skin that felt as good as it looked. She looked up at him again. “Can I make love to you, Blake?”
The words were so tender they almost hurt his ears. She wanted to love his body, not use it. She wanted to be there with him, no ulterior motives and no hidden agendas. He wasn’t sure that had ever happened to him before. “Please.” It was a groan but it was the best he could do. He’d been wrong. She was no shy girl. His businesswoman was a wildcat once he got her out of that suit.
She leaned in, not letting go of his wrists but gripping harder, and took his dick between her lips softly, letting it glide into her mouth excruciatingly slowly. Blake groaned and let his head fall back. “God, Liza.” She eased him farther inside her mouth, not adding any pressure as she went. He felt his knees tremble. Holding tighter to his wrists, supporting him as well as herself, she pulled back, sucking hard and twirling her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She continued that rhythm of torture, slow and light on the way in, sucking hard and pulling on the way back. He’d never felt anything so good in his life. Heart pounding in his chest, his balls tightened and his vision blurred.
Blinking, trying to focus, Blake struggled to watch as she loved his cock with her lips. He was getting close. “Liza, baby. I’m… Oh God!” He tried to move her away by pushing back against the grip she had on his wrists, but she held tight, never wavering in her blissful torture, slow and easy in, hard and forceful out. He arched his back, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth until he felt her throat convulse around the head. That little flutter was all it took to push him over the edge.
Liza felt him swelling as he pushed deep into her throat. He was about there. If she only had him for tonight, she wanted to taste him, to savor this experience. She held tight, pulled him closer and pressed herself against his legs in an attempt to let him know how much she wanted him. When she felt his entire body tighten, she relaxed and loosened her hold.
The orgasm that blew through Blake was like none he’d ever experienced. Rockets exploded behind his eyes. Nothing had ever felt so good, still felt so good. Liza was still licking him and caressing his thighs as they trembled in the aftermath. He was speechless watching the bliss on her face. Her eyes were hooded, she gripped his wrists tightly and she suckled him again and again, making him shudder, trying to milk him of every drop. She had enjoyed it as much as he had.
Liza tugged on his wrists and pulled Blake to his knees. Cupping her jaw in his hands, he pulled her mouth to his and tasted himself on her lips. Liza leaned into him, pressing her breasts to his naked chest, running her hands up the backs of his thighs, over his ass and up his back. Every muscle she skimmed tightened in response to her touch. His mouth opened more, kissing her deeper, taking her with his tongue, marking her as his. When her hands reached his hair, he pulled back. “We need to get out of the stall,” he whispered.
“Excuse me?” Liza was trembling from the intensity of the kiss and his words didn’t register.
“The stall, honey.” He stood, pulling her with him and leading her to the blanket, stopping her just before the lantern where the golden light bathed her skin. He traced down her sides with rough fingertips, brushing the contours of her breasts. At her waist, he ran his fingers just under the fabric of her slacks, popped the button and spread the zipper until they slid off her hips. “Lie down and let me see that luscious body of yours.”
He stood stock-still as Liza went to the ground, gracefully kicking her pants off her feet. She lay back in the softness of the cotton-covered hay and raised her hands above her head, lifting her breasts and slightly parting her knees to let him get a good look. It was so sexy, to see her laid out for his pleasure. Blake took his time crossing the two steps it took to be standing over her, straddling her hips. He looked down his torso, beyond his cock, which was twitching back to life again, and reveled in the fact that she was writhing a little.
He sank to his knees, reached for her wrists and grasped them over her head. Leaning in, he brushed her lips with his, once, twice, and then ran his tongue across her jaw. Liza groaned and pushed her hips up, trying to grind her mound against him. He growled and tightened his grip, letting her know he would control the pace from now on. “Hold the blanket,” he ordered.
She glanced over her head then back at him. He read the concern on her face easy enough. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispered ag
ainst her neck before nipping her earlobe. “You can let go anytime you want.” She looked back at her hands once more and then in his eyes, before she took hold of the tattered edge of the fabric, getting a handful of hay as well. The hint of fear there gave Blake pause.
“You can stop this anytime you want, Liza.”
Liza nodded at him but said nothing. Instead, she gripped the blanket tighter and turned her head, giving him access to her throat and letting her actions speak for her. Blake heard himself growl as he went back to work on her ear, nipping at the lobe, teasing with his tongue. He inched his way down her neck, letting go of her hands, fingers trailing the soft flesh of her inner arms as he maneuvered lower. Liza wiggled as he took her right breast in his mouth, pushing it to him, begging, whimpering. He had no intention of hurrying. She had given him a very fine orgasm, and he intended to return the favor in spades. “Easy, baby.” He breathed over her wet nipple before moving to the other, giving it the same attention. “Open for me.”
Her head was tilted back, eyes closed. “What?”
“Open your legs.”
She complied, moving slowly, watching his face intently as he readjusted to a kneeling position between her thighs. Blake had to hold back. He wanted to push forward and drive his cock into her wet pussy, hard. That would come, but first he wanted to taste her, taste the evidence of her arousal that was shining in the lamplight. “So beautiful.” His hands were at her breasts, stroking lightly as he lowered his head and nuzzled her curls with his chin. Liza held on to the blanket even tighter as he lowered his lips to her pussy. Blake thought he heard the cotton give way and rip under the pressure of her grip.
His tongue did a quick, light pass over her swollen lips, her scent, the soft feel of her sending him damn near over the edge. He dove in, teasing her with pressure on her heated clit, drawing it in with his lips and squeezing. Liza dug her heels into his thighs and pushed her hips to his face. He released one breast and, without warning, used that hand to push two fingers inside her. She lifted off the floor, the blanket ripped farther and she shouted his name as he felt her convulse around his fingers. Moving his fingers in and out, he urged her orgasm on, tormenting her clit with a pointed tongue until she started to ease back.
“Blake! Please…” Still arched, her skin was flushed and her hair spread out in a tangled mess of torn blanket and hay. Blake had never seen a woman so taken by passion in his life. He scrambled to get a condom from the pocket of his discarded pants and roll it over his near-bursting cock. When he started to slide between her legs again, she closed them.
“What’s the matter?”
“I wanna ride,” she purred as she got to her knees. “Lie down, Mr. Dean.”
Despite the levity of her comments, her eyes held an intense wanting that made Blake even harder. He rolled onto his back, overwhelmed by the sexy creature straddling him. She reached for his shaft and rubbed it over her swollen flesh only once before sliding herself all the way down, taking him in to the hilt. His toes curled, his back arched and he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Yes!” she moaned as she lifted back up, almost all the way off.
He felt the humid air between their bodies before she sank down again, seating herself completely. Liza started rocking, not raising more than an inch or so with each pass, riding him in an easy, slow canter, her hips grinding in a sultry circle, hands reaching back and holding his thighs for support. Everything about this sensuous creature made him burn. He watched her face, the way her mouth was slightly open as she moved and how her eyes were lazily shut. And when she opened those eyes, looked directly at him and gave him a crooked little smile, he almost came. Liza was a siren, attuned to so many little things that were turning him on in a way no woman had ever been before. How was it so good with her? So different? He felt himself wanting more. More than just the sex.
Blake wanted the woman.
Liza quickened her pace, lifting herself higher off him, giving his cock full strokes. Each hard thrust scorched to his toes. She was getting close. Her thighs gripped his hips, her sultry face tightened to a pained expression. She slammed him hard, making him grab her hips to support her. “Liza!”
She threw her head back and called his name. The feel of her pussy shuddering and clenching his cock undid his resolve to make it last, and he came. She teased his nipples with slender fingers, making him crazy as the explosion of his orgasm sensitized his entire body. Everywhere her body touched his, he sizzled. Liza continued riding him as she looked into his eyes and gave him another knowing smile as she slowed.
She draped herself across his chest, still panting slightly, her warm breath caressing his chest. He pushed her hair from her face, not moving for fear she would get up. “That was…” He didn’t even know how to describe what he’d felt.
“Yes, it was,” she finished for him.
Chapter Three
Liza stood back and scanned the finished product as the last of the decorations and food were set out. The tables were cleverly placed so the seating area was in the shape of a bone. The guests of honor would sit in baskets at the head table with Bobbie and the breeder from Spain, along with the representative from the SPCA. Four hundred people had replied for the short-notice event and she and Becky had a time getting so many dog-related items to Texas in time, but it was done. Nothing left but the I do’s.
Becky caught up to her as she walked toward the nearest table. “So…missed you at breakfast this morning.”
“Slept late.” She had, and it had been great.
“Young Mr. Dean was there. He asked about you.”
Liza turned to see her friend’s sly smile. Becky’s dark auburn hair bounced as they walked. Just as Liza was light and golden, Becky was dark and mysterious, with her rich red hair, dark olive skin and deep green eyes. They were opposites in many ways, and complementary in many others. When Liza was stressed and uptight, Becky was free and easygoing. If Liza was angry, Becky would find the humor in the situation. If Becky was flustered and overrun with work, Liza remained calm and cool, taking on extra tasks to even out the load. They read each other, understood each other. Early on, Liza had begun to see her more as a cherished friend or sister than just an assistant.
She smiled now at the hopeful look in Becky’s eyes. “Don’t get your hopes up, hon. We had a really nice time, but…” A “nice time” didn’t begin to describe it. “I’m no fool. He can have any female for miles around.”
Becky straightened the centerpiece on the closest table. “Yes. He can. But looked to me like you were the female he wanted.”
“Really, Beck, we had a good time. But I’m not going to get all gooey about it.” No way was Liza up for that kind of heartache. Blakely Dean could hurt her. Badly.
“Liza, just don’t discount that Blake could really like you.”
Liza stopped tinkering with the decorations. “Hmph.”
“What is it that frightens you?” Becky lifted an eyebrow.
Liza sank onto one the chintz-covered chairs. How could she explain this to her friend? She wanted a man in her life badly, but Blake Dean was way out of her league. Liza needed control. She needed predictable, as Becky well understood. Far too much of her life had been handled by others. She’d been shuffled from foster home to foster home, and then to the orphanage with no say in the matter. Her life was hers now—and Black was an unknown. “I’m not scared.” The lie hurt.
Becky pulled herself away from the table she’d been leaning against. “Keep telling yourself that. While you’re at it, ask yourself this one. Whatever old feelings make you hide behind this business, whatever it is you need to control, is holding on to that worth losing a chance at something real with Blake?”
Liza let out a little laugh. “You shoot straight from hip don’t you?”
“That’s why you keep me around. Think on it. Even if he’s not as interested as I think he is, you need to feel something sometime.” Becky tweaked the arrangement one more time before smiling wickedly.
“And then you can buy me one of those hundred-dollar vibrators you bought because I’ll need it more than you.”
“I’m not asking how you know about that, but you can have that monster, Blake Dean or not.” Liza laughed and shook her head. She’d ordered the top-of-the-line vibrator to try to help slake her body’s needs. Before meeting Blake, she’d no desire for a man, just a really good orgasm, and the Beaded Bunny had looked like a good choice online. It was bright purple with shimmering beads and an interestingly shaped clitoral stimulator. She’d figured that thing could take the place of any man.
Becky sidled closer, smirking. “I saw the catalogue you left on your desk with the thing circled and the confirmation number written on it. What’s wrong with it? I thought those were supposed to be the best vibrator going.”
Liza felt herself starting to blush. This was not a conversation one had with one’s assistant, but she couldn’t resist the urge to share some information. “Well. The damn thing has six buttons on it, Beck. Think about that for a moment. That gives it something like thirty-four settings between the,” she lowered her voice even though the area was empty, “bunny ears clit-stimulator and the shaft. The thing has beads in the shaft that move around as it rotates! It’s really too much. I mean, who wants to think that much at that moment?”
Liza blushed harder before continuing. “And what position are you in if you’re using a vibrator anyway?” She gave Becky’s imagination a moment to catch up with the imagery.
Becky shook her head, perplexed. Liza glanced around again. “You can’t see the buttons when it’s in place—and they’re very sensitive.” Liza rolled her eyes at her assistant’s huge smile. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Every time I thought I had the rabbit humming right along and the shaft at just the right speed, the crazy thing would change speeds and either send me to the moon or scrambling to turn it off. I’m telling you, the Bunny has a mind of its own.”