The Principles Of Lust

by Sasha White

  His lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear and his hands ran over her waist again, up across her ribs. His calloused palms scraping against her skin erotically, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched. “Close your eyes, feel my touch. Feel it, and enjoy it for what it is… and trust that I’ll please you. You don’t need to rush it; I won’t leave you hanging. I promise.”

  She tossed her head back, rocked her hips, and another moan slipped from her lips. God, she felt so good! It was more than just turned on. She was all warm liquid emotion. His touch calmed and set her on fire at the same time. She wasn’t even aware that he’d removed her bra until his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over the aching peaks.

  “Tell me, baby,” he whispered as he scraped his teeth against her neck. “Ask for what you want.”

  She widened her thighs and rocked against the hardness behind his zipper. “You. I want you.”

  He pushed back against the sofa, putting a bit of space between them. “I’m yours.”

  Teal planted her lips against his, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and making quick work of his zipper. He lifted his hips, lifting them both off the sofa and she shoved his jeans low enough to completely free him. When he settled back on the couch, she was already reaching for his cock.

  Long and thick, he throbbed hotly in her hands. Her insides clenched and her pussy ached to be filled. His hot hands slipped under her skirt, palming her bare ass cheeks and teasing her senses until she panted the word “more” against his jaw as she nuzzled his neck.

  His hands met at the thin elastic on her hip and with a sharp jerk, snapped it. He did the same on the other side, pulling her skimpy thong away from her body. When he didn’t immediately touch her, she sat back and saw that he’d lifted her panties to his face and was breathing in the scent, his eyes gleaming from above the delicate cream lace.

  “Embrace it,” he reminded her, and held the bundle up for her.

  Meeting his gaze, she held his hand in hers, leaned forward, and inhaled the scent of her own sex. Musky and slightly spicy, it filled her head and fired her blood up even more.

  “Good girl,” he purred, his other hand reaching between her thighs. His fingertips brushed across her swollen pussy lips and her whole body jerked in response. She dropped his hand, gripped his shoulders, and braced herself up on her knees so he had better access.

  “More. Inside me, please.”

  Zack guided her hips down, the head of his cock slipped inside, stretching her as he filled her slowly and surely.

  “Yesss,” she groaned. And immediately tried to rock on him, but his steady grip stopped her.

  “Look at me, Teal.” A hand cupped her jaw and he gazed straight into her eyes. Their gazes locked and his hand trailed down her neck, over her collarbone, slowly, until he covered her breast. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see every emotion. I want to see your pleasure, your joy as you come.”

  He cupped her breast, squeezing it and tweaking the rigid nipple as he began to move inside her. Small thrusts, not more than an inch in and out he went. The slow teasing movements made every move, every stroke, every sensation that much stronger. When his thumb settled on her clit, the jolt of pure pleasure that zinged through her made her cry out. Yet their gazes remained locked. His dark eyes brightened in their intensity. She saw pleasure, confidence, pride and worship there. Before she could grasp the concept of it all, he pinched her clit and her nipple at the same time and her world shattered.

  She threw her head back, her cries echoed through the room mingling with his husky praise. “That’s it baby, come for me. Feel the pleasure, enjoy every second, every sensation.”

  When the explosions stopped and she settled against his chest, there was still an ache deep inside. She rocked against him some more, a small whimper escaping.

  “Oh, you need it good don’t you baby? That wasn’t enough for you.” His hands cupped her ass and he rolled. Suddenly she was on her back on the sofa and he was seated firmly between her thighs. He braced himself on his elbows and looked down into her face with glowing eyes. “It wasn’t enough for me either.”

  “Fuck me, Zach,” she whispered. “Please.”

  “Oh yeah.” He pulled out and thrust home hard. No more slow and steady.

  “Yes, yes,” Teal panted. She braced one foot on the edge of the sofa, threw her other leg over the back of it, hooking her knee so she could tilt her hips up and take everything he gave her. She slid her hands around his ribs and raked her nails along his back as he pumped his hips and thrust deep and true each time.

  It didn’t take long. Her body tightened, her pussy clenched around his throbbing cock as it pulsed deep inside her, hot come filling her up. She curled her body up and bit into his shoulder to stifle the scream ripped from the center of her being as every muscle within her tightened and then released in exquisite pleasure.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  He knew before he opened his eyes that she was gone.

  Zack rolled over in the king-sized bed and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Four-thirty in the morning, and she’d snuck out.

  Part of him couldn’t blame her. The night before hadn’t exactly gone as he’d planned either. Although why he expected it to follow his plan he didn’t know. If he were able to follow any sort of a plan where Teal Jamison was concerned, she never would’ve been in his house, let alone in his lap.

  He’d known, from the moment he shook her hand on the day they met, that she was dangerous to his peace of mind. But he had to be cocky and think he could control his emotions as well as he could control his body.

  It was simple really, he thought, as he lay sprawled out on his back, staring at the ceiling.

  After actually talking to her and getting to know her, he liked her. He surprised himself by liking her aggressive flirting, and her ‘I dare you’ attitude. It looked like he’d finally met his perfect match.

  The big question now was…what was he going to do about it?

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  “God Damn it!”

  “What? What happened?” Brina Jo came running out of the back room, scissors in one hand and packing tape in the other.

  Teal waved her hand in the air angrily, her temper in full swing. “I stubbed my toe on the corner of the fuck’n desk.”

  “That’s it?” Brina glared at her. “Jesus woman, you scared me to death yelling like that. What’s wrong with you?”

  “Everything. Nothing.” Teal threw her purse on the reception desk and planted her hands on her hips. She glanced around the gallery real quick, but didn’t see Zach. They were alone. “Last night didn’t go the way I’d have liked. Then this morning Dominick called to tell me how much I owed him for getting Wanda Brooks to make an appearance at the opening on Friday.”

  “Well, that should’ve put you in a good mood.”

  “It did. Until I got out of the shower and heard the voice message the caterer left. It seems they overbooked themselves and are backing out of the opening. So now I have no food, no drinks, and no servers!”

  “Oh.”

  The women looked at each other. Brina knew about the flyers and the graffiti, and now this…

  “I’m really starting to wonder if someone, or some thing is seriously working against me here.” There was a slight tremble in her voice that had nothing to do with temper.

  “Whoa! What is going on with you Teal? You know little things like this always happen when they can do the most damage. It’s why some people get what they want out of life and others don’t. You taught me that and there is no way I’m going to let you start thinking like a defeatist now!”

  “Things are…it’s just that…last night…Damn it!” She threw her hands up in the air.

  “Breathe, Teal. Sit down and tell me what is going on.” Brina steered Teal to the chair behind the desk, then sat on the edge of it, directly in front of her. “Start with last night. How did things go at Zach’s?”

  Teal
lifted her left foot and placed it on the edge of the desk. While she examined her toe to make sure she hadn’t broken it, she told her friend about Zach.

  “I gotta tell ya, he shocked me in more ways than one.”

  “Well, it doesn’t sound like anything bad, though. He has a nice house, is a good cook and a bit of a kinky bastard.” She grinned. “He sounds perfect for you.”

  Teal nodded slowly. “Yeah, except he actually didn’t get kinky with me. When he showed me his toys in the basement, I thought we were going to get busy. Instead, when I said, ‘Tie me up, baby’, he said, ‘Let’s go eat dinner now.’”

  The rejection hurt much more than it should’ve.

  Brina leaned back on her hands and eyed Teal. “Are you telling me you didn’t have sex with him?”

  “That’s not what I said.”

  “Would you just spill it all?”

  “After we ate dinner, we had a make out session on his sofa that got a bit out of hand. Then he carried me to his bedroom and we had normal, straight up, missionary sex.”

  Straight up missionary sex that had still managed to blow her mind. When she woke up sprawled over top of the guy, thinking that his heartbeat beneath her ear was the sound she wanted to wake up to every morning, she knew it was time to run.

  And run she had.

  Brina was looking at her like she was crazy. “What’s wrong with regular sex? There’s a reason missionary is the most popular position Miss I-know-everything-about-lust.”

  “Yeah?” Teal smirked at her. “And what is the reason?”

  “It’s the most intimate.”

  It hit her right between the eyes. That was why she was so freaked out by Zach. Somehow, someway, he’d managed to control their whole night, without using any physical restraints, and it had been extremely intimate. She’d been so comfortable with him that she’d forgotten to keep her guard up.

  Her shock must’ve shown on her face because, without another word, Brina Jo picked up the phone on the desk next to her and dialled. At least something was going right. The phones had obviously been hooked up.

  “Hi honey,” Brina said into the phone while Teal just sat there trying not to think too hard. “Don’t you have a cousin or something that works at a hotel restaurant downtown?”

  Teal watched as Brina Jo hung up with her husband and then dialled again. Fifteen minutes later they had a new caterer that would provide full service for the opening. At a family discount, no less!

  “Done.” Brina waved the scissors in her hand at Teal and hopped off the desk. “Now, let’s get to work. You have a gallery to open.”

  “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to run with scissors in your hand?” Teal teased as they made their way to the backroom together. With only four more days until Lush opened they needed to get the rest of the stock unpacked.

  “I haven’t listened to my mother since the day I met you. You’re a bad influence, you know?”

  The women continued to joke around and soon Teal’s heartbeat was normal again. Determined to stay on track, she did her best not to ask about the lack of Zach’s presence. He still had one more podium to stain before he was done there. She’d sort of been prepared to see him when she walked into the gallery, and even though she hadn’t said it to Brina Jo, his absence had been another of the things that had put her in a mood that morning.

  The two women had worked out a good system for unpacking and cataloguing items so they worked smoothly for a couple of hours. When lunchtime hit and Zach still hadn’t come in, Teal started to worry.

  “Did Zach come in this morning?”

  Brina looked at her steadily. “Yes, he did, actually. He didn’t stay long, though, and said he’d be back later this afternoon.”

  Relief and panic hit her at the same time. She didn’t like the look in Brina’s eyes, so she tried to change the conversation.

  “Sushi for lunch?” she asked brightly as she brushed bits of Styrofoam from her blouse.

  “It’s okay, you know?”

  “What’s okay? Sushi?”

  “It’s okay that you like the guy. That you might want more than sex with him.”

  “Sushi it is,” she said, and headed out to pick up lunch.

  CHAPTER NINE

  By 4 o’clock, Zach still hadn’t called or made an appearance at the gallery. Teal didn’t know what to think, and she was pissed off at herself for caring. After all, she’d really only wanted a good fuck from him, and she’d gotten it. That should be the end of story.

  Should be.

  Yet, somewhere, somehow, she’d developed a desire for more.

  One of the benefits of having hippies for parents was that she knew herself very well. Both she and Dominick were taught to analyze their own emotions and responses right from the start. So she knew that her own need to be commercially successful and to be her own boss came about as a form of rebellion against the laid-back lifestyle her parents still retained. And, she knew that she was scared of the intensity of her feelings for Zach.

  Especially scary was the urge to relax and let him take care of her.

  The only time she’d ever let someone cook for her without getting up and taking over was when she was in a restaurant. She liked being independent and self-sufficient. Too many years of being dependent on her parents lackadaisical lifestyle had made her into a bit of a control freak. She knew that.

  But when Zach had been cooking, there’d been such an air of pleasure about him that she knew he was doing it because he truly enjoyed it. So, she’d relaxed and enjoyed it, too.

  When he showed her his basement, he’d surprised her. But the shock wore off quickly, and she was surprisingly turned on by it. As much as the thought of giving up control scared her, the though of giving it up to him intrigued her.

  A sudden thought had her spinning on her heel and heading out into the gallery. There, on the far wall behind the reception desk, was the photo that had started her on this path.

  The whole gallery was painted a very light cream shade. A classy, yet neutral color that blended well with the natural wood shelves and display podiums Zach had built for her. Everything was set up to show all the pieces equally.

  Except the wall behind the reception desk.

  It was painted a rich deep burgundy that drew the eye.

  Teal stepped closer and thought back to what had enthralled her so about that photograph. It was subtle, but it was there. Even when she’d used the word masterful in her mind before, it hadn’t clicked. But the position of the woman, bent over and exposed…and the way the hands were both gentle and commanding…

  The photo had aroused her, but it wasn’t the explicit nature of it, or even the naughty details that had done it. It was the sense of complete openness.

  The sense of complete trust.

  Zach parked his truck in front of the gallery and sat there for a minute. It was almost six. He’d meant to be there long before then, but it had been one of those days. The good thing about the day being so busy was that he hadn’t really had a chance to think about Teal and what he was going to do. Should he bring everything up and out into the open with conversation? Should he tell her that he thought he was falling for her? Or, should he just pretend that nothing had happened? That she hadn’t knocked his world off its axis and then snuck off without a word.

  With a sigh, he got out of the truck just as Brina Jo was exiting the gallery. She saw him coming and waited.

  “A bit late to start work isn’t it?” The smile she gave him was friendly, but a bit reserved.

  “Busy day lining up the next couple of jobs. This one is almost done.”

  She nodded. “Does that mean you’re almost done here?”

  Zach wasn’t sure how to answer that. What was his next step? May as well be honest. “Done with the work? Yeah, I’ve only got a couple more hours and everything should be good to go. But I’d like to think that there’s more for me here than the job.”

  Brina Jo’s smile brightened. �
��A word of advice?”

  He nodded.

  “Don’t give up, and don’t give in. She’s not as strong as she pretends to be.” She patted him on the shoulder and walked away.

  Figuring that for good advice, he pulled open the gallery door and went looking for trouble.

  CHAPTER TEN

  He found her in the back room, surrounded by unpacked crates and a variety of shimmering glass pieces. The one in her hands looked like a glass dildo. A very large glass dildo. “Teal?”

  She jumped and spun at him, dildo raised above her head like a weapon. When she saw him, her arm dropped and her other hand went to her chest. “Jesus, Zach! You startled me.”

  “Sorry.” He gestured to the oversized phallic toy in her hand and chuckled. “I, uhmm, hope you don’t plan on using that on me? In any way.”

  “What? No.” She laughed and held it up for him to see. “With a price tag of almost a thousand dollars, it’s a little out of my price range for a sex toy. Not that I’d want to use it on you. Or myself for that matter.” By the time she was done talking color had flooded her cheeks and her eyes darted about the room. She was looking anywhere but at him.

  “You don’t use sex toys?” Her almost shy behavior made it impossible for him to not tease her.

  Her color deepened, but she rallied fast. “I admit to having a toy chest of my own at home, but its nothing compared to yours.”

  His heart thumped at her sassy smile and quick recovery. Never mind that she’d just given him the perfect opening. “Did you like my collection?”

  She put down the glass and leaned against the nearest crate, folding her arms across her chest. Everything about her body language said she was backing away, putting up walls between them. But when she lifted her head, she met his gaze head on. “It was impressive, and pretty surprising.”