“Wow, you have a beautiful cunt,” he exclaimed and ran a finger gently up and down between my lips, tracing through the moistness there and tickling my arousal until I writhed, wanting to feel more of him than just his fingertip.
He sunk that finger into me. Slowly, it slipped inside, and I clung to it as my pussy shuddered with pleasure. He stroked my insides, and his breath tickled over my clit. I pressed my hips up, lifting my pelvis hoping to force him into movement. He left me there, aching, leaning up and hoping until I was mewling with frustration. Then, very gently, he swept his tongue over my clit and tears pricked my eyes from the sheer force of the pleasure that ripped through my body.
He set up a gentle but insistent rhythm between his tongue and his finger. I was entranced by both, under his fucking spell, literally. I shuddered and shook, shockwaves rolled through me, reaching to my toes and fingertips, to my lips and my aching nipples. My whole body tingled with ecstasy.
He made me come all over his face. I screamed and shuddered and, after a moment, tried to close my thighs, but he wouldn’t let me. I felt so sensitive, but he just kept on licking me.
“No more,” I gasped. “I can’t take it.”
“I’ll say when you can’t take any more,” he growled and returned to what he was doing. He moved his tongue around my clit, careful not to hit it directly, and I couldn’t help but moan. He slipped his tongue lower and replaced his finger inside me with it. He sucked me dry, his tongue probing and prodding until I was screaming and panting and coming all over again from his talented attention to my sensitive slit.
“Now, I’ll stop.” He grinned and licked his lips. “Because I need to fuck you.” He stood, and I saw his cock was hard again. His ministrations hadn’t just been pleasant for me, he had quite obviously enjoyed them himself, too. He pressed a hand against the outside of my thigh and encouraged me to lie across the sofa. I rested my head on the arm and lay back, my body still blissed out from the orgasms he’d just given me.
He knelt on the sofa between my open thighs, lifted my arse and slipped a cushion beneath it, both making me comfortable and tipping me up so that it would be easier for him to fuck me.
He didn’t tease me this time. He was obviously too excited to play games. He thrust into me with one hard push, and I screamed as he stretched me around his hot prick. It stimulated me inside and out, and as he moved, I whimpered with sheer delight. He stayed upright on his knees and rested one hand on my thigh, the other on my knee. He steadied himself and held me still as he took his pleasure from my wet hole.
“You’re so beautiful,” he gasped, and I opened my eyes. He stared at me, and my cheeks flushed. “I am the luckiest man alive. I love fucking you.”
“I love being fucked by you,” I moaned.
“You’re my sweet slut, my gorgeous slave.”
He kept his gaze on me, and I couldn’t break away. I watched the pleasure as it wrote itself all over his face. His eyes widened, the pupils dilated. His skin tightened, and his jaw loosened. His tongue flicked out and wet his lips. I knew he was about to come, and I watched as the realisation dawned on him, and his eyes squeezed close as the force of it hit him.
“Yes,” he cried, his cock shuddering inside me, sending shockwaves of pleasure from my toes to my fingertips and back. “Oh, Emma, I…” He opened his eyes, and he hesitated. “I love you.”
I smiled. My face exploded with it. “I love you, too, Master, Jack, I love you, too.”
He lay on top of me then, wrapped his arms around me and held me close in his warm embrace.
“Emma,” he whispered. “I do love you, but I hope you’ll understand when I say that scares me a little.”
I heard in the hesitation of his voice how difficult it was for him to admit that.
“I do understand, Jack. I feel the same way. I’ve never felt like this before, and it’s all a bit overwhelming, but I do know I want this. I want to be with you. I need you, Jack. I love you. I think I’ll get used to feeling it the longer I spend in your arms.”
He squeezed me tightly. “I think so, too, sweetheart. We’ll do this together, right?”
“Yes, we will.” I smiled.
“Jack?” I asked.
“Hmmm,” he replied.
“Can I have my cake now? That’s all I came for really.”
“Ha,” he laughed then kissed my smiling lips. “You cheeky minx! For that, you’ll get a spanking, young lady!”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” I flushed, happy to have my cake and eat it, too.
About the Author
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and erotica writer. She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life. If you want to know more about Victoria and her brand of rosy, raunchy romance please check out her website: http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk/
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Dedication
For Chris, editor extraordinaire. Thank you for the encouragement and patience.
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Chapter One
Oh shit, she couldn’t breathe.
Carly Sandstone rested her forehead on the steering wheel and drew in one breath after another. This was it. Tonight was the night. She’d finally worked up the nerve to go after what she wanted—Jace Thomas. Her friend of many years and the object of her lust for as long as she knew what lust was.
Yet here she was, sitting in her car practically hyperventilating. Get over it, she told herself. She was sick of being the friend, the buddy Jace hung out with, while she watched him go out with other women. And knowing what was going on behind closed doors… Jealousy burned in Carly’s gut. Jace was a dominant, in-control man, and that carried over into the bedroom. She was well aware of that fact, thanks to the indiscreet bragging and gushing of several of Jace’s exes. Most had been threatened by Jace and Carly’s close friendship, and apparently thought giving Carly detailed, blow-by-blow descriptions of sex with Jace would put her in her place.
Carly snorted. Just the opposite. While she hated hearing about him with other women, the thought of him tying her up, spanking her, dominating her had given her many sleepless nights. Hell, thinking of it now had her squirming in her seat.
She straightened and, before she could talk herself out of it, grabbed the wicker basket from the seat beside her. She locked the car and walked determinedly up the path to his front door. After knocking, she held her breath and waited for Jace to answer.
The door swung open, and there he was. Absolutely delectable in jeans and snug T-shirt. His feet were bare, and his dark hair was slightly damp and curling at the ends. He must have gotten out the shower recently. The air left her lungs in a whoosh. Damn, he always managed to take her breath away. Up until now she’d been able to hide that little fact from him—but it was getting harder day by day.
“Hey, Carly,” he greeted and stepped back to allow her to enter. “I’m surprised to see you on a Friday night. Thought for sure you’d have a hot date.”
Carly chuckled nervously. “If you’re busy or have plans, I can take off.” She nearly smacked her forehead. Dammit. Already she was waffling. Not exactly the way to get what she wanted.
“No plans other than a few beers, takeout, and maybe a movie.” He eyed the basket in her hand. “No takeout?” he said hopefully.
“No takeout,” s
he assured. “I brought Italian—your favourite.”
“Oh,” he grabbed his stomach, “bless you, darling woman. I knew there was a reason I keep you in my life. Pure magic with food, that’s what you are.”
Carly rolled her eyes, even as nervousness did a jig in her stomach. “Ha ha. Get the wine glasses, smart ass. We’ll eat in the living room.”
Carly strode into the spacious living room and smiled when she saw flames in the fireplace. Perfect. She set the large basket on the coffee table and, swallowing the lump in throat, began to set the scene—blanket spread on the floor before the fire, bottle of red opened, dishes pulled out of their insulated containers and set out. She kept the berries and cream in the basket for later.
“Well, well, a picnic.”
She turned towards Jace. He crossed the room and picked up the bottle of wine. After pouring two generous glasses, he handed one to her.
“Haven’t been on a picnic in years,” he teased. “And it looks great.”
Carly’s stomach fluttered. “Uh, have a seat.”
She waited until he lowered himself to the floor then sat across from him. Jace smiled at her and reached for the flatware she’d laid beside his dish of lasagne. He cut into the pasta and took a bite. Satisfaction swelled inside her when he closed his eyes and moaned in appreciation.
“This is delicious. Absolutely hits the spot.”
“You need to eat more than just takeout and frozen pizza.” She wagged a finger at him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes.
Carly took a bite of the lasagne and immediately the tangy flavour awakened her taste buds. Damned good, if she did say so herself. Her mama had always told her the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. It was time to find out if the same held true about the way to this man’s bed. She downed the rest of her wine, barely noticing the robust flavours in her haste to move things along, and reached for the bottle to refill her glass. She topped Jace’s off while she was at it.
“So why aren’t you on a hot date tonight?” Jace asked between bites.
She snorted. “A hot date? What’s that?”
“Carly,” he drawled. “Are the men you meet so clueless that they don’t try to nab you up as soon as they can?”
Only the one I want.
“Anyone who’s tried hasn’t interested me,” she answered with a shrug, then steered the conversation to safer topics. She wanted things casual and comfortable for now, then she’d make her move.
They finished their meal, the wine and conversation flowing freely. Carly’s tense muscles relaxed and she began to enjoy herself, even as anticipation grew inside her belly.
Jace gathered up the dishes and set them on the coffee table beside the basket. He stood. “Time for a movie?”
“Uh, dessert first,” she said in a rush and rose to her knees to pull the fruit and cream out.
“Dessert? You’re spoiling me.” He laughed and settled back down.
“Well, it’s nothing elaborate. Just some berries and fresh cream. The market had some gorgeous strawberries and raspberries, and I just couldn’t resist.” She set the dishes down and sat again, this time closer to his side.
Selecting a large strawberry, she swirled it in the cream and took a bite. The tart juice mixed with the sweet cream had her closing her eyes momentarily. She’d always found food incredibly sensual—the tastes, the textures. Unfortunately for her, the men she’d had in her life to this point hadn’t been incredibly imaginative and had found experimenting with the sensual side of food a bit messy. She wondered if Jace would turn up his nose at bringing food into the bedroom. With what she’d heard, she doubted it, and if all went according to plan, maybe she’d find out.
She took a plump raspberry and coated in cream. Holding it up, she looked into Jace’s clear, green eyes. “Here. Try.”
His brow furrowed a moment before he leaned forward and captured the berry between his lips. A shiver of desire burrowed deep in Carly’s belly when Jace’s tongue swiped across her fingertips, licking the cream that clung to her skin.
“Mmmm. Perfect,” he murmured.
She dipped her finger in the cream and brought it to her mouth, sucking lightly. She felt like a teenager, but the thought of her mouth on the skin he’d just licked thrilled her. His eyes darkened slightly and she swore she heard his breathing deepen.
“Carly?” he said, questions hanging in the one word.
Just do it. Don’t give him time to think. She shifted and pressed her lips to his. After a moment, she slid her tongue along the seam of his mouth. She savoured the combination of flavours—the sweetness of the cream and the spiciness that was uniquely Jace. Desire shot through her core, causing her to press her thighs together. God, she was getting wet from just the touch of his lips. Of course she’d been fantasising about this, being with him, for years.
Jace pulled away slightly and looked searchingly at her. “Carly? What are you doing?”
She forced what she hoped was a carefree smile. “What do you think I’m doing? Kissing you, silly. Now, let’s do it again.”
Shock raced through Jace. Holy shit, Carly—his buddy, Carly—kissed him. His mind pulled the entire scene together. The picnic in front of the fire, the wine, her finger-feeding him… The fact that he hadn’t seen this for what it was—a seduction—immediately pissed him off, even as the taste of her skin and lips lingered on his tongue and excited him. His cock pressed against the fly of his jeans painfully. God, he wanted her, had wanted her for years, but he’d refused to act on it. For various reasons.
Before she could kiss him again, he cupped her face, stopping her. “Wait, Carly. I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t want to fuck up our friendship.”
“This won’t fuck anything up. I want you, Jace,” she pushed against his hands and pressed a quick kiss against his mouth, “and I know you want me too. You can’t hide that.” She glanced pointedly at his lap.
“So, I’m weak.” He chuckled. “A beautiful woman kisses me and up it goes. But you’re my friend, Carly. I won’t take advantage of you.”
She shook her head. “Nope, not letting you stop it because of that. You wouldn’t be taking advantage. That’s stupid. I already told you I want you. Now if you don’t want me, if that—” she again nodded towards his crotch, “—is just a physical reaction to a woman throwing herself at you, then man up. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll be on my way. No harm, no foul.”
Not giving him a chance to answer, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He didn’t fight her as she slid her hot tongue over his lips. With a groan, he gathered her closer until she straddled his lap, his cock nestled between her thighs. Even through the layers of clothing, he could feel her heat, and his head swam.
Jace slid his hands into her black hair, her long curls sliding between his fingers, and returned Carly’s kiss. Finally, not just accepting it, but participating. He drove his tongue inside her mouth and tasted her. Underneath the faint flavour of berries and cream was the sweet essence of Carly. Christ, he could get drunk on her. He thought things were intense before—being around her, hiding his lust. That had nothing on this. Her body against him, her scent surrounding him, and, God, her taste invading his senses.
With a gasp, Carly pulled away. “I want you, Jace. I have for a long time.”
Jace closed his eyes briefly as she ran her fingertips over his face, lingering over his mouth. He opened and sucked her index finger inside his mouth. Meeting her gaze, he swirled his tongue around the digit. Carly groaned softly.
“Take me to your bed, Jace. Please.”
In answer, he held her close as he got to his feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he strode down the hall to his bedroom. Once inside, he pushed her against the mattress, his body stretched over hers. His cock swelled even more as Carly lifted and circled her hips. Jace slid his hands under her t-shirt, palms against her silky warm skin, to cup her breasts. Her nipp
les hardened beneath the lacy material of her bra. He thumbed the pert tips, revelling in the throaty moan low in her throat. He managed to get the shirt over her head and throw it to the side. Shifting, he kissed his way down, nibbling and licking the slightly salty skin of her throat, the valley between her breasts, her flat stomach.
Carly reached down and flicked open the button of her jeans, but he stopped her before she could lower the zipper. That, he did himself before drawing the pants down her long legs. He rose onto his knees and just took in the sight of her. On his bed, her hair spread over his pillow, nothing but a couple wisps of lace on her body. And fuck, the body she’d been hiding from him all these years. His imagination hadn’t even come close—and he had a damned good imagination.
The pictures filed away in his mind hadn’t accurately captured the paleness of her skin against the dark comforter on his bed or the lush curves in all the right places. He ran a finger along the edge of her panties, wondering what else he’d underestimated about his Carly.
She squirmed slightly and he brought his gaze back to her face. Her large eyes were on him, and her pink tongue snuck out to wet her lips. Jace stretched out over her and pulled her lower lip inside his mouth, nibbling on it. Carly ran her palms along his arms and shoulders and pressed up against him. He didn’t let her wrap her legs around his waist. Instead he moved down, tasting the sweet saltiness of her neck. When he came to the gentle curves of her breasts, he kissed along the lacy edge of her bra as he slid a hand underneath her to get rid of the blasted thing. Dammit, he fumbled like a boy, but finally released the clasp and peeled the offending garment off her.
He held back a groan as Carly’s breasts came free. Fucking perfect. The pert tips taunted him and he gave in, licking each in turn. Her taste consumed him, the honeyed essence teasing his senses.
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