Wild Child

by Shelley Munro

  A powerful shudder racked his body. “If this is sin, bring it on.” His husky voice and intense gaze made her hand still. Her breath eased out in relief. He wasn’t going to call a halt. Not yet, anyway.

  He released her breasts and slipped his thumbs under the elastic band of his swim shorts. With a groan, he pushed them down, maneuvering over his erection with care. Then he whisked her bikini briefs down too, leaving them both naked.

  “Let’s move this to the bedroom,” he suggested, his gaze lingering on her breasts for a long moment before skimming lower. A breast man. Knowledge to file away for later.

  “What, you don’t want to take me against the wall?” She batted her eyelashes and watched the gleam that entered his blue eyes. Her breaths became short. Choppy. Expectation made her pussy clench and tingle.

  “Not this time.” He scooped her off her feet with an ease that made her smile. Tim, her best friend and sex experiment partner, always groaned theatrically when he attempted to lift her. After he’d nearly dropped her on her naked ass, she’d refused to cater to his pirate fantasy any longer. Any fantasies they’d played out had involved her walking on her own two feet. Matt hadn’t even grunted.

  “You’re very strong,” she murmured, pinching his tattooed biceps lightly.

  “What I am is a desperate man. This is the fastest way.”

  He dropped her on the bed and followed her down, effectively caging her body in place on the cotton duvet. It made her feel small and feminine with his larger frame covering her. Yeah, definitely feminine and powerful. She smiled at him and reached up to trace his lips with an impudent finger. With each breath, she inhaled his spicy aftershave and the tang of the sea.

  “So now you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”

  “Fuck you hard enough that you won’t have the energy to make smart-ass remarks,” he retorted.

  “Matt!”

  He grabbed her wandering hands and held them fast. “This is adult stuff, sweetheart. If a little frank language is going to outrage you, you’d better leave now. I like my sex hard and fast and gritty. And that’s exactly what I need right now.”

  Her teeth sank into her bottom lip while her heart thudded anxiously. She studied his face, trying to second-guess him. In the dimmer light of the bedroom, his expression was harsh and uncompromising. “Are you trying to scare me? Because it won’t work. I want this. I want you, and I’m ready to fight for what I want.”

  “Good girl,” he whispered, his harsh face softening. “That’s the right answer.” He released her wrist to thread his hands through her hair and lowered his head. “I mean it. I’m going to treat you exactly the same as I’d treat any of my women—”

  “If you expect me to vacuum the house, think again.”

  “I don’t believe I mentioned housework.”

  “Oh, you mean sex.” Her left eye closed in a cheeky wink. “Better get to it, or I might come to the conclusion you’re all talk.”

  A grimace tightened his mouth. “Mum and John should have smacked your bottom and washed your smart mouth out with soap.”

  “Mum and Dad love me. They love both of us.”

  Matt snorted, and the sound held little humor. “This is a new one. I have never, ever discussed my parents right before having sex.”

  “Well, we can discuss my sexual fantasies if you’d like. Tim and I had a list of things—”

  He slapped his hand over her mouth. “I don’t want to know what you and Tim got up to.”

  They stared at each other during a lengthy silence where sensual tension ratcheted sharply upward. New aches sprang to life when she imagined their bodies sliding together in an intimate dance. And pleasure. Oh, yes. There was lots of drugging pleasure. Finally, a huff of frustration emerged from deep in his throat. The corners of his mouth twitched, so she knew he wasn’t really angry.

  “New rule, Zoe. When you’re in my bed, there are only two people here. You and me.” He lifted his hand from her mouth, his gaze holding expectation.

  Disappointment, especially his, was the last thing she wanted. “We can make our own fantasies, then.” She beamed at him, waiting for his bite. “I want to make love in a public place.” She waggled her eyebrows like a comedian trying for laughs. “Can we do that?”

  He grabbed her by the shoulders and rolled her body so quickly, she barely had time to protest. She found herself facedown almost suffocated by the pillow. She shifted her head fractionally so she could breathe, then yelped.

  He’d smacked her bottom. Not hard enough to hurt but certainly enough to make her buttocks tingle. His hand came down across her ass again. The stinging intensified, but with it came heat, a surge of sexual awareness. She moaned softly, anxiously awaiting his next move.

  Instead of striking her backside again, he cupped one buttock with his large hand.

  “You okay?” His finger slid between her butt cheeks and moved toward her aching core.

  “Very okay,” she murmured, mentally willing that finger to slide right on down.

  “Fuck,” he cursed softly. “Do you know what it does to me when you respond so sweetly?”

  “I have no idea,” she murmured. “’Cause I can’t see your face.”

  “Ah, Zoe,” he whispered. “Spread your legs a little for me. Yeah. Just like that.” The mattress moved when he stood, but he returned in an instant to lift her hips and place a pillow beneath her stomach. “You’re very pretty,” he murmured. “Just looking at you makes my cock swell. I want to plunge inside you with one thrust and stay deep inside while your pretty cunt squeezes me. And that’s just for starters,” he said in a thick voice.

  A wave of embarrassment swept to her cheeks, and she was glad he couldn’t see her face or her reaction to his blunt words. The idea of him staring at both her naked butt and exposed sex was mind-boggling. And a real turn on. Her pulse elevated and a sensual tingle crept through her body, starting from the region of her heart and gradually traveling to her swollen core.

  She felt his finger gently part her folds, exposing her fully to him. A soft groan whispered past her lips. Hurry. Please hurry. Speed was a very good thing. She bit back her silent demands, trembling with the intensity of her need.

  “You’re wet for me,” he murmured. To her delight, he brushed his finger across her flesh, creating a shimmer of sensation. That special feeling needed bottling. If she could do that, she wouldn’t need to find a job—she could make a living out of selling flasks of sexual pleasure.

  Matt moved again, tugging one of the bedside drawers open. He pulled out a box of condoms. The box creaked open before he chucked it on the top of the wooden cabinet.

  An entire box of condoms. The tingles intensified until she thought she’d go mad. She wriggled, rocking her hips and trying to ease the sensual torture.

  Smack!

  Her buttocks stung with the sharp blow.

  “Please, Matt,” she pleaded, hardly knowing what she wanted. She raised her butt as high as she could without kneeling on all fours. He smacked her bottom again, and she groaned, feeling the gush of juices that ran down her inner thigh along with a ribbon of pleasurable sensation.

  Foil crackled, then silence fell, and she heard nothing above her ragged breathing and the thunder of her heart. The mattress depressed with his weight. He parted her folds, then she felt his warm, moist breath on her sex. Her eyes fluttered closed so she could concentrate and savor every delicious sensation.

  “Swollen,” he stated, satisfaction clear from his tone. His finger tapped her clitoris lightly, and a jolt seared the length of her body. “Responsive.”

  His finger drifted away from her clit to make a brief foray down her cleft. He delved into the creamy moisture at the mouth of her pussy before sliding his finger inside. It wasn’t enough.

  “More, please, Matt. I need more.”

  “Shh,” he soothed. “I’ll make it better soon. I just wanted to make sure you’re ready for me.”

  Any more ready and sh
e’d explode. Jeesh, how old did he want them to be before they consummated this venture?

  The finger eased from her moist channel so slowly she wanted to scream. He repeated the unhurried stroke. She half expected him to carry on the snail’s pace, but he cursed softly and moved. His hand gripped her hips. She felt the blunt tip of his cock at her pussy and felt like crying in relief. Secretly, she wondered if he was going to tease her with his cock just as he’d taunted her unbearably with the pump of his fingers.

  But he surprised her.

  He impaled her with one quick plunge. They both groaned, and her needy flesh clenched around his cock. He filled her beautifully, easing the empty ache that had assailed her for the last hour. He withdrew and set up a fast, stroking pace. Sensation layered on sensation as she struggled to keep up with him. The shimmery ache inside intensified. Each rapid thrust pushed her higher. His lips tickled when he pressed a kiss to the middle of her back.

  “Come for me, sweetheart. You can do it,” he encouraged. “I know you’re close. I can sense it.”

  She moved with him, angled her butt as high as she could. Each stroke hit the edge of her clit, the sensation growing intense and almost painful. Part of her wanted to halt the agonizing tingle, but she continued to rock against him, seeking to push past the ache into the pleasure she knew lay beyond.

  “Zoe.” His teeth scored the tender skin of her neck.

  She jolted, and the next surge of his cock pushed her over the edge into pleasure that made her body soar. Her pussy pulsed endlessly, clutching and grabbing at his shaft.

  His strokes grew frenzied before he froze, his breathing hoarse as he catapulted into orgasm.

  “Shit,” he murmured.

  “Is that a good shit or a bad one?”

  Matt grunted and withdrew. A snap of rubber sounded as he removed the condom.

  When he returned to her side she still lay brazenly on her stomach, legs asunder and her ass poking in the air.

  After removing the pillow and chucking it on the floor, he rolled her over and drew her close, their sweaty bodies sticking to each other. Lingering pleasure and the afterglow filled her body. She lay quietly and wondered what he was thinking. When the silence became too much, nerves made her chatter.

  “So,” she said. “When can we try out anal sex, and where do you think is the best location to have sex in a public place?”

  “How about we try the traditional missionary position before we get to the advanced stuff?”

  Zoe smiled, the flirtatious sweep of her dark lashes doing things to him. “That’s a little boring, don’t you think? Lie back and think of England. Not much excitement there. Ooh, I’ve just had a thought!”

  His theatrical wince belonged on the stage. Laughing, she pulled away to punch him in the arm, right on top of his Celtic tattoo. “Will you take me to a strip joint? Please?”

  “We’ll see. There’s plenty of time. Lie back and let me look at you.” He leaned over her to cup one breast in his hand. Although his hand was large, the plump globe overflowed his grip. “You never used to be so big.”

  Her brows rose. “You looked?”

  “Yeah. And felt as guilty as hell about it. I didn’t believe I should think about my stepsister and lust in the same thought.”

  “You can look and touch as much as you want.”

  “Just what I wanted to hear. Show me how you pleasured yourself last night,” he said. “I want to watch.”

  Her mouth opened in surprise, and he noticed the rosy color seeping to her chest. “Your wish is my command, but you should know I fibbed. I went to sleep.” Her eyes fluttered closed as he imagined she considered touching herself in front of him.

  “Show me. Open your eyes. I want to see them when you come. If you’re a good girl, I might help you along.” He punctuated his remark by tweaking one nipple. They both watched the tip draw tight.

  “Do that again. Take me in your mouth. I like that.”

  “As soon as you show me how you’d make yourself come. Show me what you like.” He removed his hand from her breast and stared down at her with acute expectation.

  She sat up in the bed and propped a pillow up behind her. After spreading her legs, she ran her hands across her breasts.

  “Skip the breasts,” he said. “I’ll handle that department.”

  “I thought you wanted my whole process. I like touching my breasts and having them touched. I was just being thorough.”

  A bark of laughter escaped, his lips still quirking as he got down to business, pinching the nipple of one breast. Lowering his head, he took the other nipple into his mouth. Using his lips, tongue, and teeth, he played with her breast until he heard a harsh exhalation. He sucked hard and let her nipple pop free from his mouth. It glistened, wet and tight.

  Her chest rose and fell with each breath. After shifting, getting comfortable, he watched her skim her hand across her stomach and delve between her legs. She sighed as she strummed her fingers across her clitoris, teasing the tiny bud until it swelled. Her hips lifted, arching upward. A soft gasp escaped as she strained for release. White teeth bit down on her bottom lip until he longed to soothe it with his touch. Her face flushed, her hair a tangled mass of light brown and gold, fanned across the pillows. She belonged here, he thought in wonder. Zoe made his plain, masculine bedroom seem like home.

  Her fingers dipped again, stroking the length of her cleft. Unable to resist, he nibbled at the curve of a breast, lifting the globe before suckling her again. He pulled away abruptly, grabbed another condom and ripped the foil wrapping. After rolling it onto his erection, he met her gaze. “You look so sexy. I want to watch, but I want to participate. I want to make you come.”

  “Join the party,” she said, her voice husky.

  He crawled across the mattress until he lay between her legs. Cupping his hands beneath her butt, he lifted her and sealed his mouth over her swollen bud. He lashed it with his tongue, teasing enough to drive her higher but not enough for her to come. Her musky scent, her taste, made his mind soar with need.

  “Please,” she whispered, struggling against his strong grip on her lower body.

  After one final sweep of his tongue, he released her hips and positioned his cock, before pushing inside. This time was slower. Leisurely. They didn’t have anything to prove. He stroked into her while her hands crawled across his back, testing the flesh of his butt. His mouth covered hers. Tongues tangled, surging and retreating in a facsimile of his cock pushing into her pussy. Languid and lazy until increasingly urgent hunger quickened his thrusts. Together they strove for completion. Matt felt a tightening sensation around his cock. He pounded into her, suddenly desperate. A dark sound came from deep in his chest as he exploded. Their unified gasp of pleasure cut through the bedroom. Finally, he stilled. He rolled over, pulling her with him so she rested on his chest.

  “I gotta sleep.” She crawled off him over to the far side of the bed. “Feel free to wake me up later with a sexy kiss.”

  Smiling, he reached across the mattress and stroked the silky skin of her shoulder before dealing with the condom. “Go to sleep.”

  “Sleep. Good idea,” she murmured. “Need to keep my strength up to keep up with you.”

  Matt snorted, moving closer to curl around her relaxed body. Soon her breathing slowed, and Matt relaxed into sleep too.

  Chapter Four

  The phone rang two weeks later, and Matt leaned over Zoe’s naked body to grab the portable from the bedside cabinet where he’d left it the previous evening. He grinned at the tiny snuffling sound Zoe made as she continued to sleep. He’d tired her out.

  “Yeah.”

  “Did I wake you?” Marisa’s arch tone wiped the grin from his face. He turned away from Zoe.

  “I had a late night.” Hopefully Zoe wouldn’t wake while he got rid of Marisa. Matt had thought they were over. It was obvious from the flirtatious tone Marisa thought otherwise.

  “Joey and Kate are having a party to celebrate A
pril Fool’s Day.”

  “And?”

  “Pick me up at eight,” Marisa said.

  “No, I have Zoe staying with me.”

  “Oh, your kid sister. Bring her, too. Joey has several younger brothers. I’m sure they’ll be around.”

  “But—”

  “Eight o’clock.” The phone clicked, breaking the connection.

  Matt glanced at Zoe and saw she was still asleep. He wished Marisa had never seen the photos of Zoe his mother had sent at Christmas.

  Hell. Damn. Fuck.

  Marisa thought Zoe was his sister, and Zoe would expect introductions as something else.

  Matt cursed a blue streak under his breath. The hell of it was he didn’t know what Zoe was to him. They hadn’t talked about the future. They came home from their jobs and burned up the sheets long into the night. They’d left the house to swim a couple of times and grab food from the local supermarket. That was all. The rest of their time they spent having dynamite sex. He remembered telling Marisa about Zoe. At the time he’d thought Marisa might be the one because they had so much in common—similar work ethics and an enjoyment of sex and good food. But she’d shown her true colors, expecting him to put his career plans on hold and run after her whenever she clicked her elegant fingers in his direction. Then, Zoe had walked into his life.

  “Matt, was that the phone? I thought it was in my dream.”

  “Yeah, it was Marisa.” Did he and Zoe even have a future?

  She seemed to wake up immediately on hearing the other woman’s name. “What did she want? I thought you were over.”

  He sighed, wrenching his gaze off her naked shoulders and breasts. “We are, but Marisa didn’t give me a chance to refuse.”

  “Refuse what?” Zoe’s voice was even, but he knew her well enough to tread with caution.

  “She asked me to a party. I said you were here, and she told me to bring you too.”