Taste of Lacey

by Linden Hughes

  Rye arched his thick eyebrows. “I had to check.”

  “Look, we’re adults. If it helps, we can pretend we just met at a bar. When the sex is over, so are we. Like a one-night stand.”

  “One-night stand?”

  “Yes. We fuck. No strings. No rings. Is that what you want to hear?” At this point she’d say anything to make him fulfill his promise. She could definitely handle not being able to walk for a while.

  “As long as it’s not awkward between us later. I never thought I’d want you so bad my fucking head is spinning in circles.”

  She looked straight into his eyes without flinching. “Did it feel awkward when you had your hand down my blouse?”

  He grunted. “Hell no.”

  “Then keep rolling.” Abruptly she turned toward the window to focus on the passing scenery. She didn’t want to look at him. That might spur second thoughts, and she didn’t want to be logical or rational. She wanted him.

  At her brownstone they went straight to her bedroom. With no other warning, he swirled her around and locked his hard, plundering mouth onto hers as he cupped her breasts. She moaned, relishing in the kiss, but before she allowed him to make a feast of her, she tore her lips away and took a step back.

  “I’ve been working all evening. I need to shower,” she said, her breath thin and labored.

  “Fine. But don’t take too long, and don’t bother putting any clothes back on.”

  His stern order took her by surprise, but she nodded. He was always so laid-back that seeing this macho side of him made her girl parts even hotter. As instructed, her detour would not be a long one.

  RYE HEARD THE spray of water from the en suite bath. After placing a handful of condoms from the box onto the bedside table, he stripped and laid his clothes on a side chair near the window. He ran a hand across his jaw and felt the prick of an emerging beard, but no way was he was going to borrow a razor to shave. Right now his main concern was uncovering more of Lacey’s secrets. He chuckled, recalling her saying “fuck” earlier. He’d never heard her break a verb, let alone use street vernacular, which she had several times tonight. For all her proper trappings, there was plenty of fire in Miss Lacey Bishop.

  Looking around her bedroom, he realized how familiar he was with the space. In fact, he’d helped her brother haul in many of the hodgepodge pieces of furniture over the years. Never had he imagined he’d be pacing her private lair, dick hard, aching to plunge as deep inside her as he could get.

  What in the world was going on with him?

  He wasn’t suffering from lack of female attention, so he couldn’t blame his raging need for Lacey on a dry spell. Beyond her being a gorgeous woman, he didn’t know what fueled his urgent hunger, but he couldn’t wait to explore her svelte body, tasting her until she shattered to pieces. At the prospect of riding her, his balls tightened, and his cock rose to point almost accusingly at him, demanding relief.

  His patience was wearing thin; how clean was she trying to get? Hell, he was about to make her hot and sweaty again anyway. Determined not to wait a second longer, he moved to retrieve her when she stepped into the bedroom. Naked.

  The room seemed to shrink and he struggled to suck in enough air. Her brown palette seemed creamier and more luminous than possible on a human being. He couldn’t help but touch her to make sure she was real.

  “You’re breathtaking,”

  He pulled her into his arms, before covering her mouth with his. He offered her tongue, and his shaft hardened when she took it. After engaging in a sweet battle, he lowered his mouth to her round breast. He was so hungry he’d suck both of them at the same time if he could. When he pulled on her luscious flesh, her resulting moans were the equivalent of having her hands wrapped around his cock, squeezing. He’d never been so damn needy, so ready to open her legs and shove his hard—

  Stop.

  Keep it together, McKay.

  He licked her hard nipple and then blew on the wetness he left. Shit, her tits were perfect. Full but firm, they were just the right shape, and the dark brown areolae provided a perfect backdrop for the chestnut tips. How had he never noticed how fucking sexy she was? Everything was exactly where it was supposed to be, and his dick approved.

  It didn’t take much effort to pick her up and place her slender frame in the middle of the bed. Her body was pliant, signaling she was almost ready for his cock. He pushed her legs wide until she was on full display. Lean and taut, her thighs curved around a strip of black curls framing her slit. The little nubbin holding the key to her pleasure hid in her folds as if it was shy, daring him to explore her softness, so he did.

  “Damn, you’re so wet for me,” he growled.

  “I thought you knew.” Her throaty rasp penetrated his sensual fog.

  “What?”

  “I’ve been wet since the second you touched me.”

  He went still and tried to keep his composure as a sudden rush of precum emerged from his cock. He had to have her right damn now, but he needed to make sure she was ready. With one finger, then with two, he parted her nether lips and salivated when her clitoris came into full view. He bent down, and after several light flicks of his tongue along her moist slit, he landed on her clit and sucked it into his mouth. She bucked so hard he had to latch on to her hips to keep her in place, but he loved her reaction. He used his thumbs to keep her open as he suckled her nub in earnest.

  “Rye, what are you doing?” Her voice was thick and garbled.

  “Tasting Lacey.” Like he was feasting on a juicy nectarine, he sent his tongue over her moist, ripe flesh before applying a strong suction. His reward was her undulating hips and choppy moans. When she tried to push him away, he pinned her hips to the mattress, keeping her still. She was his buffet, and he was going to eat until she lost her damn mind. The task would be easy, because her pussy was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Ever.

  “Rye.”

  He held his head at an angle, tugging her clit in a firm, milking motion. When her creamy essence spilled from her, he slurped up every drop.

  “Ahh,” she screamed and jerked and arched her sex against his face. “Oh God, I’m coming.”

  As she shook through her climax, the urge to pound his chest like a primate was strong, but he resisted. Instead, he stood and retrieved a condom from the nightstand. He groaned when he almost shot his load at his own touch. Hell no, not happening; he was determined to be surrounded by her hot walls when he came.

  After taking several calming breaths, he climbed onto the bed between her widespread legs. Eyes closed and hands clutching the sheets, he trembled at the first connection of his engorged cock to her moist opening. His paler skin against her brown softness fucked with his head so badly he had to stop and savor the contrast of their complexions.

  “Lacey, look at us.”

  Her chocolate, glazed eyes shifted down. When she looked at his face again, all he saw was need.

  “Please,” she whispered, twisting her hips toward him in a feeble attempt to capture his cock.

  Her movements sent shocks through his system, making him flinch. “Please what?”

  “Rye!”

  “Come on, Lacey. Say it. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you.”

  “You want me to what?”

  “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me!”

  “My pleasure.” He grunted as he gripped her ass and surged forward. His cockhead managed to delve into her glory, but the rest of his dick went into panic mode when he couldn’t go any farther. She was as unyielding as fucking a virgin.

  “Son of a bitch,” he muttered. Her pussy was so hot and good he wanted to tap her fucking backbone, but no way would he hurt her.

  “You’re so tight,” he growled as he eased forward inch by agonizing inch. He damn near couldn’t breathe, and his eyes were crossed, but her silken tunnel widened to make room for him. No sooner than he was in to the hilt, he pulled out and then circled his hips until he established an acceptable
rhythm. He almost couldn’t believe it. He was fucking Lacey Bishop.

  And he loved it. Loved how wild she looked and the way her liquid walls snapped to his dick. He loved how her pert breasts with their pointed centers jiggled and bounced each time he bottomed out. He couldn’t wait to run his tongue across every inch of her. How had he lived without being surrounded by so much beauty?

  He thrust faster and harder, and pure ecstasy traveled up his spine. As he watched, her mouth formed a stunned O.

  “Yes,” she wailed. When her release hit, her warm channel convulsed and clutched him like a vise grip. He’d made her come again, and it swelled his head as if he’d negotiated world peace.

  “Shit.” Sharp zings of pleasure moved from his spine to his loins. He hooked her knees around his elbows and then pushed into her with all the force he could gather. His heart raced; the sweat on his torso dripped onto her chest. An insistent pressure began low in his sac. When his ears started tingling, he knew he was close. Being inside Lacey’s pussy was so good, but almost painful at the same time. Blessed relief came when his climax spiraled through him.

  “Ah, yes,” he groaned in an unrecognizable voice as cum shot from him at high speed. Raw sensation ravaged him from the ends of his hair to the soles of his feet. It took a few minutes, but eventually his thudding heart calmed to normal. When his legs worked again, he retrieved a towel from the bathroom.

  Lacey flinched at the warm, soapy towel between her legs, but then she seemed to enjoy the soothing ministration. He felt the stirrings of another hard-on, barely noticing when the towel slipped to the floor.

  Anyone seeing her right now would know with just a glance she’d just been well and thoroughly fucked. And that she’d liked it. Her skin had a rosy glow, aside from the reddish marks left by his stubble. The wild hair, the heavy-lidded eyes, and the languid expression all indicated complete satisfaction. He was responsible, and it made him want to do it all over again, right fucking now.

  If he thought she could take more of his dick, he’d already be between her legs. She’d probably be too sore to move at all tomorrow, let alone walk, but he had to have her again. Had to experience the rarity of a full body-and-mind orgasm many, many more times although she didn’t know it yet. Too bad he had to catch a flight in the morning; if he had a choice he wouldn’t leave.

  “You’re so sexy here.” He ran his index finger along the satiny skin on the side of her breast.

  “I’m glad you approve.” Sleep clouded her voice as she brushed her hand softly over his chest. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. McKay.”

  “Oh, it’s Mr. McKay now?” He chuckled.

  “What? You want me to stroke your big-ass ego? Okay. You more than delivered on your promise,” she admitted before giving him a wan smile. “What are you staring at?”

  “You.” With an unlined, angular face, high cheekbones, and symmetrical nose, she was beautiful. The pretty girl no one wanted to mess with because of her protective older brother. And her brother’s best friend. The irony was her most attractive feature was her lack of vanity, which was as much of a turn-on as her looks. “How is it possible you’re the same shade from head to toe?”

  “You never had a black woman pass through that revolving bedroom door of yours?”

  “Nope. Never had the pleasure,” he whispered, his voice once again thick with desire. Just like his cock.

  “To answer your question, besides genetics, I guess I don’t have tan lines because I don’t actively pursue the sun. I can’t believe you’re fascinated by something so ordinary to me.”

  “Well, I am. You look good enough to eat.” He licked the plump, full breast he was still stroking. After a minute of sucking her citrusy skin, he raised his head. “You okay?”

  “Other than not being able to walk?”

  He managed a slow smile. “Yeah.”

  “Yes,” she said, and then she inched to the middle of the bed. After clicking off the lamp, he pulled her into his arms just as she fell into a quiet, boneless sleep.

  Mr. Bishop and Kyle were going to fucking kill him. He shifted until his body bracketed Lacey’s, and then cupped his hand over her warm sex. Hell, she was worth it. He’d sampled heaven, and no way was he giving it up.

  Chapter Two

  “So, Lacey, did you get tuned up this week? And by tuned up, I mean did Rye damn near put your ass in a coma again? I need all the juicy details.” Monica Broussard said with a cheeky grin as she lifted a bowl of seafood mix onto her workstation.

  Lacey cursed the poor judgment that ever made her tell Monica a single word about Rye’s dynamic bedroom skills. Of course her cousin loved putting Lacey on the spot, particularly if the topic was s-e-x. In a weak moment, she’d set a stupid precedent, and now Monica was stalking her for more information just like she had over the last three months. That long since her one-night stand had turned into weeks of a sexual haze.

  “Oh, La-cey? I know you hear me.”

  “Look, we have at least a thousand more shells to fill and a short time to get them done.” Lacey used the sternest voice she could muster, never looking up from her task. “We don’t have time for idle chitchat.”

  “I was just wondering because I haven’t heard you mention Mr. Ryder McKay in a few days. I’ve never had vanilla, but hell, in his case, even I would give him a lick. Try. I mean try.”

  “Plus, I figured you could use some new freaky bedroom tips by now,” Monica continued.

  “I don’t need any help entertaining Rye’s dick, thank you very much. He is well taken care of,” Lacey muttered as she loaded another finished tray of food onto the cart. Troy, her head chef, was off today, so she was helping Monica prepare appetizers. The better decision probably would have been tackling paperwork in the office.

  “Damn. Using big-girl words and everything. You must have already taken my advice and turned straight hood in the bed.”

  Rarely did Lacey allow her thoughts to dwell on Rye while she was working; it made her miss and want him too much. With him, her pussy was ready on demand, which was a bit alarming. She didn’t quite understand her new over-the-top libido herself, so no way was she going to indulge Monica’s voyeuristic fantasies. “It’s all Rye. He just does something to me.”

  Monica’s eyes grew as big as saucers. “What do you mean, ‘does something’ to you? Does he want you to do some kinky shit like bondage or something? I knew it. I knew being with a white man was more of a difference than you could handle!”

  “No, Monica. Hell no. Our families have been friends for more than twenty years; why would race be an issue with us? I’m just saying he makes it easy to do anything and everything with him.”

  Monica calmed and gave a wide, sly smile. “He sexes you that good?”

  Lacey flushed and was probably beet red, a hard feat with her brown complexion. “Yes.”

  “Ah, so it’s true.”

  She stopped in her tracks. “What’s true?”

  “What they say about white men,” Monica said with a devilish grin.

  Knowing she shouldn’t ask, Lacey did anyway. “What do they say?”

  Monica gave a dramatic pause before answering. “They have…white parents.”

  Lacey sputtered with laughter. “Monica!”

  “I’m just playing. I always thought Rye’s sexy behind had a little roughneck in him. He looks like he could eat you alive. Does he?”

  “Does he what?” Lacey asked without thinking.

  “When he eats your puss—”

  “Monica!”

  “You are such a prude. No wonder you don’t need a whole hand to count the men you’ve been with,” Monica said through her laughter.

  “I’m not a prude. I just don’t broadcast every little thing I do like some people I know,” she said with a pointed look.

  “Okay, okay. I’m trying to make sure you can beat any competition for Rye’s attention hands down. I don’t want some hoochie to accidentally fall on his dick and him like it becaus
e you’re not up to snuff.”

  Lacey frowned. Although she knew her cousin was pulling her chain, the very thought of Rye with another woman gave her pause. “I’m not worried about competition. Rye and I are having a good time.”

  “You sure?” Monica’s eyebrows rose almost to her hairline.

  No, she wasn’t sure Rye didn’t have other women, and the thought was making her nauseous. “We have to prepare for one of the biggest jobs we’ve ever had. Let’s focus on getting finished.”

  “I’m trying to help you out. Rye stays gone for a while sometimes, and I’m sure such a virile man has to have a woman on a regular basis. Have you ever thought about what you’d do if you found out he was with someone else?”

  Lacey’s heart sped up, and she found it difficult to suck in enough air without alerting Monica to her distress. Could he be with someone else even as he kept knocking on her door all hours of the day and night? Whispering how he loved making her wet and how hard she made him come?

  “Lacey?” Monica called after the long silence.

  Lacey started moving again, this time filling the shells in curt, jerky motions. “I haven’t thought about Rye being with anyone else. I just want to complete this batch on time.”

  “You should think about it. And you should make sure your brown sugar produces all the sweetness he needs. If you want to keep him, you have to make it so good he can’t even see another woman. Come to think of it, you don’t already let him go raw in you, do you?”

  “Monica!” Lacey bellowed. “Why are you so worried about Rye and me? You need to be concerned about your own drought. And for the record, I do not want to discuss this right now.”

  “My drought is of my own making, and this isn’t about me. It’s about you. Have you guys even talked about where your relationship is going?”

  Lacey sighed and plopped down on a stool beside the stainless-steel worktable. Apparently they were going to discuss it now. “Why does it have to ‘go’ anywhere? As much as you and my mother try to hook me up, you should be happy I’m with someone.”