Making Her His

by Lexy Timms

  “And where do you work?”

  “New York.”

  “Commuter, eh? And what do you do?”

  “I’m the director of communications for Standex Three-D Corporation.”

  “Sounds important.”

  She shrugged. “Not so much” She glanced at her watch. “Look, I really should go.”

  “Too bad,” said Saks. “I’m enjoying your company.”

  “Thanks.” She smiled, and finished her drink before sliding out of the booth. “It was really nice meeting you.”

  Saks stood as well. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

  “It’s not necessary. Thank you, though, Anthony Parks.” She smiled again, and walked away from the table.

  Saks stood frozen a moment before realizing that she’d walked off with his jacket on her shoulders. He rushed out the door and jogged toward her Cadillac, where she was fumbling with her keys. “Hey!” he called.

  She looked up, startled, as Saks skidded to a stop on the blacktop.

  “My jacket,” he said, pointing.

  Her face blushed with embarrassment. “Oh, shit. Sorry.”

  “Here, let me.” He reached to take it off her shoulders. But an impulse struck him and, instead of stripping his colors from her shoulders, he leaned in and kissed her.

  He slanted his mouth towards her slow enough not to surprise her, but fast enough so she couldn’t turn her head away. He didn’t know what he was thinking. Or maybe not thinking. As soon as he tasted her on his lips, he never wanted to stop kissing her.

  Actually, now he wanted to taste much, much more.

  CHAPTER SIX

  WHEN the handsome biker’s lips crushed onto hers, Chrissy tried to push him away. At first. But as his mouth melted into hers her brain jumbled, and she couldn’t think of a good reason to keep pushing. Plus, her hands felt like they belonged on his hard chest. He tasted of Jack and Coke, and breathed a fire into her that needed to have more of him. His scent, a mixture of motor oil, cologne, and the indefinable musk of pure man, seeped into her and sucked her in.

  He wrapped his strong arms around and drew her closer to his body. And he kissed with a tender, yet insistent passion, that said he would take no less of her than everything she could give.

  Not since Riley Warner had kissed her under the bleachers at the Friday night football game in high school had a man stirred need within her. She had been too busy with college, then work, to date seriously. And now this biker popped up out of nowhere, claiming her lips and mouth as if he owned them outright, and she trembled against him. Her knees grew weak, and her heart beat double-time as he leaned his body into hers.

  “Why are you so hot?” Saks breathed in her ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  “Damn,” she muttered. She pressed her hips against him and felt him harden against her. Feeling foolishly bold—or maybe it was the craziness of the night—she slipped her hand to the front of his jeans where his shaft pressed like an iron rod. She stroked its length, marveling at the steel beneath her fingertips, and her breathing hitched.

  Saks moaned at her touch. He peppered kisses on her neck and behind her ear, and she pushed her hips into his. “We’re gonna get arrested out here,” he mumbled, but didn’t stop. He pulled her shirt out from her jeans and touched his hand to her breast. His fingers rubbed against the nub of her nipple, making it strain against her bra.

  She groaned.

  He yanked hard at the back door of her Cadillac.

  “What’re you doing?” she said, alarmed.

  “Moving things along,” he growled.

  “We can’t. Not here.”

  “Then give me your keys.”

  “Why?”

  “Because the only alternative is the backseat of your car.”

  “Or we could not do this at all,” she breathed.

  Saks crushed her lips again and teased her with his tongue so that they parted. It smashed into hers, utterly possessing her mouth.

  Chrissy’s heart hammered in her chest. “Fine,” she said, and handed him her keys. Sobriety hit her as she buckled her seatbelt in the passenger side of the Cadillac when she glanced at the handsome dark-haired man. As he purposefully started the car, she had a moment of panic as she realized he was practically a stranger. But he reached her thigh with his hand and stroked the inside of it as he drove, and she melted again.

  “You are so fucking hot,” he whispered. “I never do this.”

  “What do you mean?” Her breath caught in her throat.

  “Take a woman to my apartment. So, don’t comment on the mess. I wasn’t prepared for this.”

  For some strange reason that reassured her, though she reflected it shouldn’t. She didn’t know him at all.

  How bad could he be? He saved me from those Hispanic bikers. But in her heart, she knew her reasoning was faulty. It hit her that she was enjoying this moment of the forbidden, of the danger of the promise of sex with a stranger. She wanted this. Screw her parents, grandpa, and all their obligations and expectations. She needed thrill. Her own kind.

  He drove in to the parking lot of a red brick complex and led her past the courtyard to a first-floor apartment in the middle of the building.

  He keyed open the lock, took her hand, and pulled her in.

  There was no opportunity to inspect Saks’ housekeeping, because as soon as he shut the door he had her in his arms again. Only this time his kisses were more urgent and demanding. And while every bone in her melted against his sexy body, she pulled back a moment.

  “I want this,” she panted. “I just...I’m not sure...”

  He moved to her neck and his warm tongue pressed again her, making her moan. “Tell me...” he whispered hotly as he teased her, “when to...stop...Promise...to stop.”

  She sighed as she dropped her head back to give him more access. “More first,” she said hoarsely.

  He moved them so her back was against the door. His hand found her knee and his callused skin scraped teasingly as he moved up her inner thigh. He slid his fingers between her legs. His thumb massaged the flesh around her clit through her panties. “Too much?” he growled as his lips found her ear.

  “More.” Chrissy’s breath caught in her throat even as fire spread through her core. Wet heat soaked through her panties and her arousal hit her nose. She groaned when he bent his head and nipped through the fabric of her dress. Another moan escaped her lips when he deliberately pulled her dress off and had her standing in her panties and bra.

  The hunger in his eyes burned through her. His eyes never left her face. He leaned forward and unhooked her bra with one hand. Her nipples formed hardened pebbles as her breasts sprang out of their lacy cage and hit the cool air. He growled, and the throaty sound reverberated through her body.

  Saks sucked a nipple into his mouth and teased the sensitive tip with his tongue.

  Another whine escaped from her, and she thrust her hips against his hand still teasing her through the damp satin. A wave of desire swept over her to give him every pleasure at her command.

  Hands shaking with need, she unlatched the button of his jeans then pulled the zipper. She pushed him back with her hand, and he looked at her with confusion. Chrissy smiled slyly and slid to her knees, pulling his jeans down his muscled legs. She grinned even wider when she saw he was wearing no underwear. She licked her lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock.

  The male scent of him entered her nostrils as she swirled his tip with her tongue. His musk intoxicated her, throwing her lust into overdrive. With one hand she stroked his cock; the other she pushed into her panties and rocked on the tips of her fingers, jolting tingles of pleasure through her body.

  “Chrissy...” Saks was obviously watching her and it made him harder. One hand, or fist, pounded the door. “Please...wait...” he panted. He put his hands on either side of her face, staring at her with smoldering half-lidded eyes. He was so fucking sexy, and Chrissy thought she’d never wanted a man so much as in
this moment.

  “Oh fuck,” he said. “Woman, you do that so good.”

  Encouraged, Chrissy took more of his shaft in her mouth, holding it open to encourage him to go deeper. His breathing sped up as he moved in and out. She loved it, and reveled in the sensation of his cock hard on her tongue. Chrissy had never understood women who disliked fellatio. It was an act that required trust and sensitivity of both partners. Saks not pushing her more than she could handle told her a lot about the man he was. And she liked what she was discovering.

  “Damn,” said Saks, pulling away.

  “Oh, baby,” she said. “I wanted to finish you.”

  “And another time I’d let you. But tonight, I want as much of you as I can get.” He pulled her upright and crushed his lips to hers. He kicked off his shoes, then his jeans, and walked backwards, making her follow. He pushed open a door behind him. In the dim light of the security lights from outside, she saw a shape of a bed.

  “Oh,” she teased. “Taking me into your lair, I see.”

  With a laugh, he swept her off her feet and turned toward the bed, carefully setting her on it. Without waiting for a word from her, he slid her shoes off. He stared for a minute at the spiked heels, but then dropped them. “Another time,” he muttered. He pulled her by her knees to edge.

  He pushed apart her legs and kissed her mound while breathing deeply.

  “So fucking sexy,” he whispered reverently. “Every part of you.”

  Chrissy propped up on her elbows and watched as he drew her lace panties down.

  “Hmmm,” he said appreciatively. He lowered his lips to her most intimate place and gently brushed against her tender folds. “So sweet,” he murmured.

  She shivered as he touched his tongue to her clit. “That’s intense,” she said.

  “Too much?”

  “A little.”

  “I don’t have to do that.” He chuckled as he looked up. “You seemed to be doing fine on your own a minute ago.” He raised his eyebrows and she laughed, letting her hair fall back behind her.

  “True. But this...” she trailed off as he brought his head down again and gently kissed her pink flesh. Tingles flew through her nerve endings caused her to buck her hips. Saks licked her with broad strokes, around and down into her folds.

  Chrissy whimpered at the teasing. “Please,” she said.

  He raised his head. “Please stop?”

  Her lips trembled at the thought of what she wanted to say. “More. I want you to fuck me.”

  “Oh, I will,” he said as his eyes burned with more desire. “You, Chrissy, are one of a kind.” He attacked her again, this time with more fervor.

  Pleasure rushed through her as his tongue sought to tickle and lick every inch of her sensitive flesh. She squirmed under his relentless lashes. Each touch brought only enough sensation to bring her to edge, and she wanted to fall off that precipice.

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  Saks was at her entrance, his mouth dancing on her folds. “Mmmm,” he said, as if he was eating a tasty meal.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whined. The pleasure was torture, bringing her to mystical line that beckoned to a place she’d never been. And it was true, that in her twenty-six years and, sadly, too-limited experience, no one had used his mouth on her with such passion. She ground herself into his face, seeking more contact, more stimulation. This stranger, this rough, yet handsome man, who wore his leather as if it was a second skin, took her farther than she'd ever been. And what’s more, he enjoyed it, too.

  Suddenly and without warning, his tongue teased while his fingers entered her, and her back arched. He was everywhere. Saks had one hand on a breast, tweaking a hard nipple between his fingers. The other hand’s fingers slid in and out of her. A wildfire gathered in her, her breathing stoking it, and her hips jerked as his mouth took command of her.

  She came in a rush of sudden white heat, and burst apart, screaming.

  He pulled away and his eyes glittered as he stared at her. “Oh, that’s the way I like it, baby.”

  “Come here,” she said.

  He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her, his shaft a mere inch from her body. Saks leaned forward on his forearms and then reached into the nightstand. Chrissy watched wide-eyed as he knelt between her legs and rolled a condom onto himself. One part of her wanted to feel his flesh directly, but he was right. He didn’t know her or she, him. Safety was best. And that thought warmed her, too. He wasn’t a selfish man.

  Saks learned into her mouth and kissed her. Her juices were on his lips and cheeks. The tang of it was hard to define. Not salty, not sour, but there definitely was a draw in the flavor—a promise of pleasure perhaps.

  “I’m going to take you now,” he said roughly in her ear. “And I'll fuck you like you just begged me. And before the night is over, you'll beg me to do it again. And I will.”

  Chrissy grabbed his head and kissed him deeply. Her tongue sought the inner recesses of his mouth and his fought hers. He moaned, and she felt his hard shaft against her stomach.

  “Come on,” she whispered. “I’m waiting.”

  The head of his cock slid between her legs, and she reached down and guided it to her entrance with her fingers. He teased her with shallow strokes that barely entered her.

  Fuck this, she thought, and she thrust her hips forward and gasped as he filled her. Wanton need overtook her, and her heart hammered in her chest. She needed him, his touch and his cock and everything he had. This again was new to her, and it was a heady experience, like drinking too much wine for the first time.

  “Give me what you got, Saks. I want all of you.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  HIS alarm blared, and he woke to the aroma of coffee brewing.

  Coffee? Must be from the neighbor next door. Apartment living was like that. Sometimes a stray scent invaded the thin walls. But then he remembered the apartment next door was empty, so that couldn’t be it.

  He sat up slowly, trying to put together the pieces of his morning and the previous night. He was drinking at the Red Bull last night, and he met the most beautiful girl.

  Yeah, he’d had too much to drink.

  But as his head cleared, other scents came to him. A distinctive feminine scent drifted from his pillows. The scent of his own cum assaulted his nostrils.

  There was a fading wet spot in his sheets.

  “Well, you did it this time, Saks,” he scolded himself.

  But then a golden-haired goddess stood in his doorway, bearing two cups of coffee. “I didn’t know how you liked it, so I brought it black.”

  “Black is good,” he said, his voice sounding rough in his own ears.

  She handed him the coffee, and as he took a sip he remembered her name. Chrissy. Beautiful, goddess, Chrissy.

  “It’s good,” he said

  She shrugged. “It’s your coffee, though you can do with some upgrades.”

  “I don’t make it much. I just have it around—” He stopped short, not knowing what to say.

  “For when you bring stray women home?” she said with a lift of her eyebrow.

  “I don’t...Are you?” he said, switching the direction of questions to her.

  “What?”

  “A stray woman?”

  She turned her head to the side with a thoughtful look. “I’ve never thought of myself as a stray. But I guess you can say I’ve wandered from what’s expected of me.”

  Saks lowered his coffee cup and cradled it in his hands. “How’s that?” Damn, this woman was beautiful.

  “My family, well, they have it in their heads that I’ll marry a certain guy.”

  Saks stared into his coffee cup. The dark liquid rippled with her movement on the bed. He didn’t like this new piece of information, but what say did he have in her life? None. “And you don’t want to?”

  “I didn’t work as hard as I have to drop everything to become a housewife.”

  “Who says you have to do that?”

  �
�No one, yet. But it’s expected.”

  He scoffed. “Your family sounds like it comes from the same medieval time as mine does.”

  “Oh? And are you supposed to marry someone?”

  Saks stared into deeper in his cup. This was a strange conversation to have. “I’ll do what’s right.”

  “Ah, a soldier.”

  “What do you mean by that?” he said too sharply. In his family’s world soldier had a definite meaning, and not one that he ascribed to himself.

  “I mean,” she said, “that you seem like a warrior, someone who can’t be stopped once he makes up his mind.” She took a deep sip of her coffee and put the cup down on the nightstand. “I should get going.”

  Saks put his coffee on the nightstand nearest him and put his arms around her waist. Then the memories of the previous night hit him where he’d licked and kissed her entire gorgeous body. She was responsive and giving, needing everything he gave. What he liked especially was how she screamed when she came. It was music to his ears, and his cock hardened at the thought.

  “Do you need to?”

  “I should. Besides, don’t you have to get to work?”

  Saks glanced at the clock. The shop was opening in an hour and, yeah, he usually rolled out of bed and got ready to go. But he panicked a little then. She seemed a little too eager to leave, and Saks found he didn’t want her to disappear out the door, never to be seen again. “I can go in a little late. My boss is cool.”

  “Well, yours might be, but mine is not.”

  “Oh,” said Saks, kissing her neck again. “So, I can’t convince you of an encore?”

  “No.”

  “I can see,” he said huskily in her ear, “that I have to do a little convincing. How about dinner?” He nibbled behind her ear, and she sighed and leaned back into him.

  “I might be persuaded, but what’s the rush? Don’t you want to ‘call me,’ wait a few days, then phone and pretend that I haven’t been waiting to hear from you?”

  “Is that how your men treat you? They’re fools. Anyone can see that keeping you waiting is a disaster waiting to happen. Some biker might come along and sweep you off your feet.”