by Becky McGraw
“You have the most incredible breasts,” he murmured, and his voice rumbled through her body, relaxing her a bit. His hot breaths got closer and brushed her skin. “Your nipples are always hard, and that is sexy as hell. Seeing them makes me rock hard.”
“There’s a reason for that,” she said, her ass cheeks tightening.
“You’re turned on? Genetically gifted?” He smiled against her breast, before he raked the flat of his tongue over the hypersensitive tip. He sucked her into his mouth and pulled, his moan vibrated through her nipple setting her nerves on fire.
Taylor slammed her eyes shut, curled her fingernails into her palms, and a long, low moan vibrated in her throat, as her body trembled and she fought to endure the almost electric connection between her breast and her clit. Moisture gushed to her folds, tension built in her head, and her body shook hard, but she fought harder, because she did not want to come yet.
Slade finally released her with a wet pop and her breath came out in a rush, and her body jerked as latent jolts zipped through her. Heaving a deep breath she blew it out.
“No, it was the suction cups and cream,” she replied, breathlessly. “They’re oversensitive now too, so I come quickly if you suck them.” In two point three seconds, Mark had timed it and laughed. It became a game, a challenge to him, to see how fast he could get her there. She’d almost just beat the record.
Taylor heard Slade’s indrawn breath, felt his thick, long cock jerk against her thigh but he didn’t suck her again to test the claim. She wished like hell he would, almost wanted to beg him to put her out of her misery. Her body was so agitated right now, it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge.
“Suction cups and cream?” he repeated, lifting his head from her breast.
Taylor opened her eyes and heat scalded her face as she met his eyes. “Matt made me wear nipple suction cups to make them larger, and use cream to make them permanently hard. He liked to see them through my clothes, because he wanted to think I was turned on by him twenty-four hours a day.”
“He made you wear them?” Slade asked, his voice disbelieving.
“I didn’t like the consequences if he caught me not wearing them,” she explained, and a shiver rocked through her. The weighted clamps hurt too badly. When he tied her hands behind her back and put them on, it was excruciating. Enduring twelve hours of that would convince anyone to just wear the suction cups.
Slade sat up and shoved a shaking hand through his hair, his back muscles flexing with his agitated breaths. “What a sadistic, misogynistic piece of shit!”
Taylor decided right then it was best if she kept the rest to herself. This man did not need any more pressure, stress, or worry than he had on his plate right now and neither did she. What was done, was done. She was fine now, they were out of her life and she wanted him to show her how it was supposed to be so she wouldn’t look like a fool with the next man she slept with.
She got up to her knees and put her hand on his back to lean in and kiss the side of his neck and his breathing stopped. “Slade, make love to me,” she asked softly, as she kissed her way down his neck to his shoulder.
“I have one condition,” he said without turning around.
“What?” She leaned over his shoulder to see his face.
His eyes met hers and she saw purpose there. “You’ll set us both up an appointment with that doctor to have that therapy.”
“But I don’t nee—”
“You probably need it more than I do,” he said cutting her off.
“Okay, I’ll do that this afternoon.” If that’s what it took for him to agree to try EMDR, then she would do it with him too. Even if she didn’t need it. The therapist would see that and let her go. “But first you’re going to show me how a real man makes love to a woman. That’s your end of this deal, and I’m really curious how that works, since I’ve never met a real man before,” she said, forcing playfulness into her tone.
With a growl, he spun to grab her around the waist and she giggled as her back bounced on the bed and he buried his face in her stomach. She thought he’d move up toward her breasts, but he didn’t. His tongue flicked out to lick down toward her hip, his body moved in that direction too and a delicious shiver rocked her.
“I think I’ll start down here with lesson one,” he growled as he gently spread her legs, laid between them and put her calves over her shoulders. He turned his face to the side and kissed his way up her left inner thigh to the crease and his beard stubble was like sandpaper on her tender skin. Each rough kiss ratcheted the tension inside her body tighter, sent a feathery tickling sensation zipping over her nipples up to her scalp.
Taylor squirmed, Slade looked up and his nostrils flared. “We’ll save those overly sensitive nipples of yours for dessert. I’m about to show you that’s not the only sensitive place on your beautiful body.”
Hearing the sexy promise, the rough texture of his voice, feeling the vibrations of the words on her skin, made her insides quiver. She watched his dark head slowly descend between her legs, and hot lava built there. She held her breath and anticipation gathered near her navel. His wet heat scalded her excited flesh, and she whined as she threw her head back to the mattress and clutched the sheet.
He licked a slow circle around her clit, her stomach muscles undulated and her inner muscles flexed. His head dipped lower, and her body jerked with little jolts of pleasure as he nipped his way down her folds, sucked them between his lips. When he dipped his tongue inside, a long low-pitched moan gurgled in her throat, as her inner walls clenched and her body itched to feel him inside. Never had she had this desperate need to have a man inside her.
“Please just come up here, and fuck me,” she begged, her voice raw.
“No, I’m not nearly done, little bit. You taste too damned good, and you haven’t come for me yet,” he mumbled, between hot, excited breaths, which excited her.
Suddenly his tongue flattened and he slowly dragged it up her folds toward her clit. Taylor’s fists clutched the sheet, and she rolled her head to the side to bite her bottom lip and hold back the scream building there. The warmth of his lips surrounded the throbbing bud, his lips spread and then he sucked the bud between his teeth with a loud slurp.
An electric shock vibrated through her and Taylor screamed. He sucked faster, the sexy sound of the continuous slurps echoed in her skull. Her body arced off of the bed, and he slipped two of his fingers inside her body as he sucked harder. The bud became raw and sensitive, the sensations too intense. Taylor whimpered, squirmed to get away, but his mouth followed her to continue the sensual torture. Suddenly, her body seized, her bones melted and her teeth chattered, as bright white light appeared behind her lids then swirled into collage of beautiful colors as a tidal wave of an orgasm drowned her in pleasure.
A dark, rumbling laugh tickled her stomach before a kiss landed there and Slade crawled up her body. Leaning in, he kissed her softly and she tasted herself on his lips. A latent tremor rocked through her at the sensual surprise, and she sighed.
“Did you enjoy lesson one, little bit?” he asked, and she could only nod. “Good,” he said dropping a kiss on her shoulder, as he laid down beside her and leaned up on his elbow. “Let’s move on to lesson two now. I want to suck those beautiful breasts of yours, while I feel your body squeeze my cock when you come. You’re so small, we’re going to have to get creative to make that possible.”
She’d always felt dirty when Mark talked dirty to her. He was always pushing the envelope with it, making it sound nasty, not sexy. Slade’s dirty words and delivery made her feel beautiful, desirable. Need sparked inside her again and she wanted nothing more than to feel him stretching her when he made her come again.
She sat up on her knees and smiled. “Let’s try you sitting against the headboard and I sit on you. Does that sound good?”
Slade’s green eyes heated, as he crawled up the headboard and sat there. He held his arms open to her, and something inside her che
st shifted. This man was the real deal. A real man who knew how to treat a woman. To cherish one.
I have to warn you, I don’t do anything other than casual sex.
Taylor was damned curious why this man felt that way, because he sure didn’t seem like a casual type of man. He had all the qualities that made for great relationships. He was kind, caring, protective and loyal. She needed to remember his policy though and not let her heart get involved here, which could easily happen. If she’d cared about Mark after all he’d done to her, she could wake up and find herself loving this man.
Slade’s arms dropped to his sides and he frowned.
“You change your mind?” he asked, waking her up.
“Are you kidding?” she asked with a grin, pushing him back against the headboard. “Round two includes dessert!” Taylor straddled his legs and reached for his cock, but he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to his chest.
“I want more of those sweet kisses as an appetizer first. You need to see how damned good you taste,” he growled, as he covered her mouth and skimmed his hands down her body to grip her ass. His cock swelled between them as he went deeper with his tongue and swirled it with hers. Her salty sweet taste excited her taste buds and she moaned.
Not that she had any experience at kissing, but she couldn’t help but believe this man was a master at it. He could probably make her come from this alone, she thought, her core muscles clenching and her breath coming in small gasps.
But she wanted more—she wanted to feel him inside of her. Taylor put her hands to his muscled chest and pushed.
“I need you inside of me,” Taylor growled, as she found his cock between them and positioned herself over it.
Holding his glittering eyes, Taylor pushed her hips down hard, he groaned and she hissed as the head of his cock slipped inside her body. The burning stretch was incredible and her body quivered around him. Taking all of him was going to require a little time though, she knew that now. Slade’s head dipped down and she tensed when his mouth covered her breast. He didn’t suck her though, he ran his tongue around her nipple in light, irritating circles and it swelled in his mouth. His thumb made a pass over her other nipple, and Taylor arched her back into his touch and closed her eyes, gasping when more of him slipped inside of her.
The burn was intense now as he stretched her, but she couldn’t focus on it because of the delicious friction of his tongue on her breast. With every circle he made around her nipple, her body wilted more and she slipped lower on his shaft. His thighs tensed under her and he suddenly stopped. His mouth left her, but he rested his forehead on her breast and moaned.
“So fucking tight, so hot,” he said in a hoarse whisper, dragging in agonized breaths. “I need a minute, or I’m going to come.”
One, two, three seconds passed as he rested there breathing, then heaving a deep breath, he grabbed her shoulders and shoved her down onto his cock. Taylor screamed as she took all of him in that push. Her chin dropped to her chest as she took shallow breaths trying to process the most incredible pleasure pain she’d ever felt in her life. Her inner muscles make butterfly light spasms around him, because that’s all the stretch she had left.
He tipped her chin up and his tortured eyes met hers. “Are you okay?”
Taylor nodded, because she couldn’t find her voice.
Leaning over her, Slade slid his arm behind her, draped her over it and sucked her nipple into his mouth again. He licked a circle, but his arm tightened and he sucked hard. He made short needy little sucks and her nipple slipped between this teeth. Taylor moaned loudly feeling the tugs between her legs, feeling the sting of his teeth raking over her.
Her inner muscles tried to clamp down on him but all she could do was whimper as she vibrated around his thickness. The vibrations took over her whole body, her head was so filled with pleasure it had nowhere to go, and felt like it would explode. Suddenly Taylor shattered, her body shook violently and nonsensical words gurgled in her throat. As Slade pulled her to his chest and hugged her tight, he shook too. With a shuddering breath, and a final tremor he lifted her and she moaned as he left her body. Gently, he laid her on the bed, then collapsed beside her and pulled her into his side.
His snores began almost immediately, and Taylor smiled.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Fierce pounding woke him up, and at first Slade thought it was inside his head. But that couldn’t be, because he felt light inside like he hadn’t in a long time. His body felt energized, his head clear. The banging continued and a sleepy kitten-like moan drew his attention to his side.
Taylor stirred, rubbed her face against his chest, and her eyes fluttered open. “What time is it?” she asked groggily. “What’s that banging?”
“Someone’s at the door.” He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and his eyes widened. “And it’s nearly four o’clock!” Shoving her off of him, he sat up and waited for his brain to find its place in his skull. The banging started again, and he pushed off the bed to stagger to the bedroom door, then made his way through the living room to his front door.
He unlocked it, then opened it a crack. Caleb stood there frowning.
“What’s up?” Slade asked, his voice rusty.
“Well, bossman. If you’re finished getting your afternoon delight, and your nap, Dexter has the footage you wanted and thinks you should see it.”
“I didn’t get much sleep last night,” Slade said defensively.
“For obvious reasons,” Caleb shot back, trying to glance over his shoulder.
“Mind your own fucking business,” he growled, some of the lightness inside dissipating as he narrowed his eyes and stepped to the side to block his view. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Slamming the door in Caleb’s face, he turned and found Taylor standing there naked and his cock hardened. He looked down and saw he needed to go to the bathroom, because he’d been so wiped out, so wrecked from his mind-blowing orgasm, he hadn’t even bothered to remove the rubber.
“I’m getting in the shower,” she announced, and turned to give him an amazing view of her round backside.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he growled, walking swiftly past her. “You used all the hot water this morning. It’s my turn.”
“We could conserve the hot water and shower together,” she suggested, as she walked behind him. Her tone told him she had doing things together other than showering on her mind.
Slade stopped at the bathroom door, turned and grabbed her shoulders. “I don’t have time right now, I have to focus. You stay here and make that call we talked about.”
“I don’t have clean clothes anyway,” Taylor replied.
“I’ll look through Logan’s closet again, but I’ve got to go now.”
“Can’t I at least have a kiss?” she asked with a pout, and Slade’s cock hardened more.
If he kissed her, he wouldn’t be showering, and he certainly wouldn’t be leaving this apartment. The way he felt, as amazing as that sex had been, Slade knew he could spend days in here, weeks with her, and still want more. But he wasn’t going to leave her without at least some kind of acknowledgement of just how fucking good it had been. She was insecure right now, and he wasn’t going to do that to her.
His hand glided to her chin and he tipped her face up, her hands planted on his chest sending tingles down to his toes as she rose up, met his mouth. He felt her moan inside his chest, in his now fully erect cock as he kissed her, sucked her plump lips, but when she opened for more, he pushed her back to step inside the bathroom.
“Make that call,” he growled, shutting the door in her face like he had Caleb’s. It was time to focus on this case, find out who was trying to kill her and why. It was time to get down to business.
Fifteen minutes later, Slade strode into the office in full business mode, and Lola seemed to realize that as she kept close to his heels. Levi stepped out of the kitchen where he smelled something cooking, probably something southern, greasy and loaded with
carbs, because that’s the only thing the man from Alabama knew how to cook. But it was usually so damned good nobody complained.
“I wanted to let you know it was her cell phone they used to track her. I searched all over that car and there was no device,” Levi said.
That meant a couple of things. First was it was someone who knew her cell phone number, and secondly it meant the bad guys had their cell phone numbers now too. “Where’s the phone?” Slade asked.
Levi grinned. “I drove her car and the phone out to a state park in hill country, and left it there. I thought the bad guys would probably like the view, and all that real estate should keep them occupied looking for her. Her axle and transmission are probably toast anyway.”
Slade blew out a breath. Their resident grease monkey, and explosives expert was a very smart man. He’d solved the problem, at least temporarily, of Taylor being in danger. That would give Slade time to focus on other things. Like finding Zami Khalil before he was dead.
“Good thinking,” Slade said, patting Levi on the shoulder as he walked toward Dexter’s evil workshop down the hallway.
“I found your money,” Gray shouted unhappily, as he passed his office. Slade backtracked to lean inside. “Call your mercenary, but at least try to negotiate. I think when Logan gets back we’ll both get our pink slips otherwise. I sold some of his retirement stock, and took a pretty substantial hit on it.”
“He’s too much of a work-a-holic to ever retire anyway,” Slade said with a laugh.
“I know, and that’s why I did it. Just find that kid.”
“Working on it,” Slade replied, leaning back out to walk down the hallway. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and recalled Cade Winters number. The man must never answer his phone, Slade thought, as he left a message and hung up. He’d made exactly five steps when the phone rang back. This guy screened his calls like it was his business, and maybe it was. But it still irritated Slade. Maybe he should just let it ring, he thought, stopping outside the doorway of Dex’s office. No, he needed this bastard too badly to do that.