Heat Wave

by Eden Bradley

  She pushed her hips into his face. She wanted more. The tension built as he worked her with his hands and his mouth. She determined to hold her orgasm back this time, to enjoy what he was doing for as long as possible. But when he began to suck on her clit in earnest, to suck it hard and fast, she lost it. Her mind left her body as she came on a wave of painful pleasure, sharp, stabbing, like fireworks going off in her throbbing pussy, shattering her completely. She sobbed as she came, while Jared continued to suck her and pump her with his fingers.

  When it was over she was trembling all over, shaken to her core. And when Jared moved up to cover her body with his, she knew she'd never needed anything more than this man, at this moment.

  And then he slid home.

  Even though Leigh was as wet as she'd ever been in her life, it hurt a little going in, he was so big. But she loved it, loved the feel of his big, solid body over hers. Loved how his cock filled her in a way she'd never been filled before.

  He kissed her mouth and she tasted her own sweet ocean-saltiness on his lips. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, thrust his thick member inside her. She tightened around him, wanting to come again.

  She wrapped her legs around him, looping them over his wide back as he moved, his hips undulating. His cock was hot and huge, grabbing her inner flesh as it pushed in, pulled out. She felt each thrust like a shockwave of pleasure. He sped up, thrusting faster, harder, and she moved with him. The shockwaves turned into thundering ripples as another climax took her, as he took her, pounding into her with the force of the ocean.

  As her pussy pulsed around his throbbing flesh, he cried out, slamming into her now, dragging her orgasm out until she no longer knew who or what she was. All she knew was sensation. Overpowering, heated, aching, throbbing sensation. Time expanded, became nothing. She became nothing. She went limp in his arms.

  Chapter 5

  After an endless stretch of time in which they both lay gasping, Jared rolled off her and onto his side. He pulled Leigh into him, holding her against his body. She heard his heart thundering in his chest, knew her own was hammering no less erratically.

  With her mind still half-numb, Leigh tried to ignore the thoughts trying to filter in through the post-sex haze. But they were too persistent.

  When had any other man been able to make her feel like Jared did? To know her body and its wants and needs without her having to speak? What other man had ever played her body the way he had, alighting her flesh with a tiny, orgasmic sensation with every stroke, every caress, every kiss?

  What man had ever recognized her need to be taken over, dominated, commanded? For Jared it had come naturally. Instinctively. He knew she needed it. Knew everything she needed, as though they were each part of the same person.

  But no. That was going too far. This was surely nothing more than a summer fling. Leigh knew better than to begin thinking about any other sort of connection. He was a superb lover, a true artist in the art of lovemaking. That was all. And she intended to appreciate the experience for what it was. She'd be a fool not to.

  When he kissed her hair she suppressed the responsive lurch of her heart.

  "You are a most amazing woman." His voice was deep, gravelly, soft around the edges.

  "And you are a most amazing man. An amazing lover."

  "You inspire me. In fact…" He sprang up, startling her.

  "How can you even move after that?"

  "I told you, you inspire me. Be right back." He stepped through the door, only to poke his head back in a moment later. "Don't move."

  "I hadn't planned on it." Leigh stretched luxuriously, enjoying the ache of muscles long unused.

  Jared returned, his thick hair gloriously disheveled, giving him a rakish, boyish look. His dark brown eyes were glittering again, and he held a camera in his hand.

  "Let me photograph you, Leigh."

  She groaned. "I'm a mess!"

  "You're beautiful. Glowing."

  He stared at her, a smile on his full, sensual mouth. How could she resist? Especially when his accent washed so deliciously over her along with his words. And she was still too sated, too content, to argue.

  "What do you want me to do?"

  "Just lay there. Move a bit, if you like. Doesn't matter."

  He crouched down and began shooting, the clicking camera looking tiny in his large hands. Leigh felt a sudden surge of shyness and rolled onto her stomach, hid her face in a pillow, then peered out from beneath her tousled hair.

  "Beautiful. Come on now, move onto your side. Yes, that's it. Perfect." He paused to bend down and kiss her breasts, making the blood rush into them again, the nipples peak to attention. "Yes, that's it. God, you're gorgeous."

  As he shot the pictures, his cock filled, thickening, until it was lusciously hard again. Leigh's sex filled and tingled just looking at him, thinking about what it felt like to have him thrusting inside her. Yes.

  "Jared, come back to bed. I need more."

  "Ask nicely." That devilish smile again.

  Instead, Leigh turned onto her back once more, spread her thighs and used her fingers to stroke her cleft.

  "Oh, you are very persuasive, aren't you?" Jared took one last shot, then set the camera aside and lowered himself on top of her.

  Leigh clamped her legs around him. "I want it hard and fast this time."

  "Just a good, hard fuck, my darling? You shall have it." He grabbed another condom from the night table, sheathed himself, and just as quickly pushed into her.

  She let out a gasp as he filled her. She lay still at first while he began to move, pushing in slowly, pulling out, thrusting harder with each stroke until his big cock was buried to the hilt inside her.

  "Christ. Hold on," he warned, his voice raw with lust.

  Leigh obediently reached behind her and grabbed a wooden bedpost. Jared thrust his hips, his cock pumping inside her, the tempo building quickly. Her pussy contracted, squeezing around him, every exquisite sensation bringing her toward yet another orgasm, her whole body tingling, trembling.

  He pumped faster, his hips piston-like, hammering, driving his heated flesh home. Her own hips bucked to keep up, grinding her mound against him with each thrust. Her clit was on fire. Her insides melted around him, the sensations overwhelming her again. And she hung on to the bedpost for dear life while his enormous body pummeled her.

  She loved every second of it.

  When her orgasm hit, it hit like a ton of bricks, slamming into her with such force she cried out, screamed his name.

  It sent him over the edge as well. "Leigh!" His muscles convulsed, he shivered all over, then collapsed on top of her.

  After a while, he lifted his head, nipped her lips playfully. "Next time, you're going to be on top. And after that it'll be bent over the kitchen table and I'll fuck you from behind. And after that…I'll think of something."

  She laughed.

  "Lord, I'm starved. Do you like ice cream?"

  "Who doesn't?"

  "Right. I'll get it."

  "You're not one of those drop right off to sleep after sex kind of guys, are you?"

  "I told you, you inspire me." He stood, grinning down at her. "And I'm hungry. I worked up a good appetite. If only your pussy was full of mint chocolate chip, you'd be the perfect woman."

  She chuckled again as he left the room. While he was gone she took the opportunity to look around his bedroom.

  Wooden nightstands on either side of the bed. Dark carved wood, probably Indonesian, as was the big dresser against one wall. Stacks of books were piled on the floor, but she couldn't read the titles from where she lay. A few black and white prints hung on the walls. Extraordinary, she realized, focusing in on them.

  One was a small Asian boy of about two or three, squatting on the ground, while behind him stretched the Great Wall of China. The focus was on the child, while the undulating miles of stone were soft in the distance.

  Another was a close-up of an old, dark-skinned woman, her eyes bright, peer
ing from behind a swath of complexly patterned fabric.

  A third was a group of brown-skinned, naked children, playing happily in a puddle of water, while an enormous military tank loomed directly behind them. The image was familiar.

  Leigh sat up and looked for a signature. There it was, in the lower right-hand corner. J.W. Townsend.

  Jared was the J.W. Townsend. He wasn't just any photojournalist. Four books of his photos had been published, books one saw on the coffee tables of anyone who appreciated good art. He'd won awards, taken pictures in some of the most dangerous locales in the world. Leigh couldn't help but be impressed.

  Jared returned with a carton of ice cream and a spoon. He plopped onto the bed, pulled her to his side with a growl.

  "Come here, woman. Help me eat this."

  "Why didn't you tell me?"

  "Tell you what?" He spoke from around a colossal spoonful of ice cream. "Hope you like vanilla, it's all I've got at the moment."

  "Why didn't you tell me who you are?"

  "I thought I'd introduced myself." He paused. "Yeah, pretty sure I did."

  "Very funny. I mean why didn't you tell me that you're the famous Jared Townsend?"

  "Oh, yeah, that's always charming. How do you do, I'm Jared Townsend, famous photographer and modest as hell. Does it matter?"

  "No, I suppose not. I just feel a little funny. Like I just unknowingly fucked a rock star."

  He laughed, a deep sound rumbling in his broad chest.

  Leigh laughed, too. "God, never mind. Now I just feel like an idiot. Give me some of that ice cream."

  Jared fed her a spoonful, then took another bite while they sat in companionable silence. His body was warm, and they were both slick with the heat of the day and the heat of sex. The ice cream was a lovely, cooling contrast as it slid down her throat.

  Suddenly, it occurred to her that the cold sweetness would feel pretty damn good elsewhere. And without her having to say anything, Jared placed the next spoonful on the tip of one of her breasts. He bent over and licked it off while Leigh laughed. But her laughter faded away when he swirled his tongue over her stiff nipple, then took it into his mouth to suck. She groaned.

  He lifted his head. "More?"

  "Oh, yes."

  This time he used his fingers to wipe a glob of the cold ice cream onto her other breast. He took his time licking up the mess, catching the melting rivulets when they slid down over her skin, then drawing her nipple into his mouth and sucking, hard, before pulling away.

  "The best ice cream I've ever had. Only one thing that could make it better."

  The mischievous twinkle was back in his eyes and she knew exactly what he was thinking. She got soaking wet just imagining what he was about to do. She sat back against the pillows and opened her thighs for him.

  Grinning, he took a big scoop of ice cream on his fingers and rubbed it into her cleft. The cold felt incredible on her already throbbing pussy. And it was even better when he lowered his head and started to lick it off. His tongue moved in the slick folds, over her swollen clit, licking and sucking as he went. Then he took another spoonful and rubbed it over her opening.

  God it was cold, but so good, and his mouth was even better as he sucked the ice cream out of her. When she came it was fast and hard, her body and her mind spiraling upward once more. Her sex pulsed, her blood pounded in her head, and she pushed her mound right into his lovely sucking, hot mouth.

  When it was over she was still tingling all over. And there was Jared, grinning, sucking on one of his fingers, then his thumb. His enormous erection sprouted below his belly. Too lovely to resist.

  "Your turn."

  "I thought you'd never ask." He leaned back against the headboard and handed her the ice cream carton.

  She spread the cold ice cream on his cock, watched him shiver. But he was hard as ever. When she lowered her head over him and took him into her mouth, he stiffened all over.

  He was huge, but she managed to slide her mouth almost to the base of his cock, the ice cream helping the motion. She could taste the vanilla flavor, mixed with the unique taste of his flesh. And what glorious flesh! It pulsed already against the back of her throat.

  Jared groaned. "God, you feel good. Yes, just like that. Take as much as you can."

  His hips bucked as she pulled her lips up his shaft, then back down again, burying him in her throat. His hands were in her hair. He was so big, so hard, and sweet with the melting ice cream.

  When he moaned it made her want even more to please him. She moved faster, sucked as she slid her mouth up and down the thick shaft. She reached down between his muscular thighs and cupped his balls. He groaned and thrust between her lips, into her throat.

  "Yes, let me fuck your mouth," he gasped.

  She took as much of him as she could, loving that she could do this to him. And when he came, exploding into her mouth, she tried to swallow all of it. His cum went down her throat with the sweet tinge of vanilla.

  After licking him clean, she sat back on her heels and looked at him. His big body was relaxed, one arm thrown over his head. His eyes were almost black. Glossy, hooded.

  "Did I finally wear you out?"

  "Only for the moment. Give me a minute to catch my breath. Okay, maybe an hour. Come here."

  He pulled her on top of him. She lay sprawled over his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It slowed after a few minutes to a lazy lub-lub. Why did she feel so happy here, in his arms? Was it just the sex? No, great sex felt good, but wouldn't give her this sense of comfort, of rightness.

  Stop right there, Leigh.

  She was not going to set herself up for heartbreak. This was a man who never stayed in one place for long. She had no reason to think he'd suddenly change his entire lifestyle because they'd just had sex. Great sex. Absolutely stupendous, mind-blowing sex. And it wasn't just that he was such a wonderful lover. It took two people to make that kind of sex happen.

  Well, screw her ex, she decided. If the sex between them hadn't been great, it must have been as much his fault as it was hers. In fact, maybe it hadn't been her fault at all. It had just taken Jared to show her what she was capable of.

  "Thank you."

  "For what?" he mumbled sleepily.

  "For…" Did she dare say it? Why the hell not? If this was just a fling, did it matter what she said? "For making a real woman out of me."

  "I'd love to take the credit, but damned if you didn't come that way."

  He gave a big yawn and stroked her hair, and Leigh felt the warmth of his hand deep inside her. But not between her legs. In her heart.

  You are not falling for him.

  But that warning went unheeded. Because the truth of it was, she was falling hard; mind, body, heart.

  Chapter 6

  Night brought cooling air and darkness speared with stars. A faint breeze blew through the open window, playing over Leigh's sweat and sex dampened skin. The scent of the ocean was in the air, mixed with that unique, summertime smell of pavement baked all day in the sun. She ached pleasantly all over. When she stretched, Jared stirred beside her.

  "Hungry?" he asked.

  She grinned. "You're always hungry for one thing or another."

  "All day in bed with you, my sweet, and I'm famished. For you--" he paused and gave her nipple a playful nip. "And currently for food."

  He popped out of bed. "Do you like Indian food? There's a great place down on Venice that delivers. Brilliant curry."

  "Yes, anything."

  "Anything?" He quirked an eyebrow and his eyes sparkled dangerously.

  She laughed. "Anything to eat now, and anything else you want later."

  "You're a good woman, Leigh."

  "I aim to please," she said lightly while her heart danced in flitting spirals at the easy compliment.

  The promised curry arrived quickly. They ate naked in Jared's big bed, propped up against piles of pillows.

  "I suppose this is the getting to know one another segment of the even
ing." Jared popped a piece of chicken into his mouth.

  "Not if you don't want it to be."

  "That's why I asked, darlin'. After what we've been doing all day, we shouldn't be strangers."

  His fork paused in the air and his deep brown eyes held hers. Leigh's chest tightened at the sincere intensity of his gaze. She swallowed her mouthful of rice.

  "What do you want to know?"

  "What would you like to tell me?"

  She shrugged, suddenly self-conscious. What did he really want to know about her? What was there to tell?

  "Well, you already know I'm an interior designer. I've been doing it for about five years."

  "Is your family happy with what you do?"

  "They'd be happier if I'd stayed married to my ex and made grand-babies for them." Damn. How had that slipped out?

  "Sorry. We don't have to talk about that. Change of subject. I have a younger sister, Erin. She's coming to visit some time this summer. She's in a rock band. Plays guitar. She's a genius. Writes all her own music."

  "Interesting. Perhaps I'll get to meet her. So, what happened with your ex-husband?"

  "What? I'm sure you don't want to know about that."

  "You and I don't need to keep secrets from each other. Do we, Leigh?"

  Jared set his plate down on the nightstand, took Leigh's empty plate and set it aside as well. He pulled her to his side, one arm draped around her shoulders. "Tell me."

  Another command. Different than during sex, yet just as compelling.

  She shrugged, took a deep breath. "It's the same old, sad story as everyone else. I was never good enough for him and eventually he found someone else who was."

  "Don't ever let anyone tell you you're not good enough," he said quietly, his voice firm with conviction.

  Her heart contracted again. She had to stop allowing him to affect her like this. It was dangerous. She was feeling too well-used, too well-loved. Vulnerable.