Tempting Escape
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Clenching his teeth in an effort to ignore the burning in his loins, Guy tugged her top up to expose her breasts. They were full and rounded, just looking at them caused another coil of heat to shoot along his cock. He swallowed and scooped them up in his hands. Then he ran the pad of one finger around her nipple until Shelly thought she'd explode from the sheer pleasure of it all.
Gasping, she watched as he bent his head and suckled on her erect nipple, his pink tongue leaving a wet trail against her hot skin. Her thighs clenched, robbing her of breath. She was wet. She could feel the moisture clinging between her legs. Sizzling and, crazy now with desire, she wanted him to probe her with his long, hot rod.
He looked down at her, and the fierce passion in his eyes told her that he was only conscious of the signals their bodies were sending to each other. A longing gripped Shelly, to feel him inside her, even if only this one time for this one night. The need crowded out all caution, all warning of consequences; the botched wedding, Ted, everything suddenly seemed so trivial, so great was her need.
When he gently bit her nipple, Shelly felt a rush of heat between her thighs. She lifted off the bed with a slow gasp of pleasure. His hands took advantage of the new opening and slid between her legs, stopping teasingly short of her liquid hot pussy, where the heat centered torridly.
"Does that feel good, Shelly?” he asked, rubbing himself harder against her pubis as his hands teased the beaded tips of her nipples, tugging and then rolling them gently between his finger and thumb. Eyes closed and lips slightly parted, Shelly's head rolled back against his shoulder.
"Oh, yes,” she moaned, her fingers clenching the sheets. “That feels so good."
Impatiently, he pushed the flimsy material of her pyjama bottoms to the side and plunged his middle finger into the welcoming warmth of her pussy. Shelly bucked as scorching pleasure began to move slowly outward from her groin. Guy pushed a second finger into her, then a third. He wanted to bury his cock in her cream, until he had no more to give.
Even as his fingers pleasured her in a way she hadn't thought possible, Shelly shrank inside. It was as if something mechanical inside her suddenly shut down. She felt only an icy coldness where the warmth had been. Fear seized her, turning every sweet impulse into a terrible temptation. Guy was a man and she liked him; that made him dangerous. She wasn't going to let herself care again, ever! If she was a coward, so be it. People who cared got hurt, if not now, they always did in the end. Wasn't she proof of that? Her body stiffened in his arms.
"What?” he asked.
"I'm sorry, I can't,” she whispered, the words catching in her throat, a hand on his chest, to keep him at bay.
"It's all right,” he said soothingly, his finger slipping from her pussy.
It wasn't all right; not by a long shot, Shelly thought. She had led him on and now she couldn't follow it through. “I didn't want to torment you, it's just that—"
"You've got some issues,” he finished helpfully.
She nodded, mortified she should be close to tears.
Guy held her tighter, bathing her in the comforting warmth of his arms. “We don't have to do this again, if you don't want."
Shelly frowned. She very much feared she did want. What on earth was the matter with her?
"Do you want me to stay,” he asked, almost with a yawn, “until you fall asleep?"
Shelly hesitated for a nanosecond—certainly not long enough for decency—and then nodded. He pulled the light blanket across them both, tucked her bottom into his lap and draped an arm around her waist. “Okay?” he murmured.
"Mmm.” Shelly snuggled closer, comforted by the solid warmth of his long body at her back and fell instantly asleep.
Chapter 5
Shelly woke to the worst headache of her life, only to find her cheek cradled on Guy's shoulder, loose tendrils of her hair spread across his chest and her legs tangled with his.
"Ow,” she moaned and he was instantly awake, alert blue eyes peering back at her.
"Wha—"
She flapped a hand at him to shush him. “Nothing exciting,” she whispered. “I've got a major hangover."
He grinned.
She scowled and moaned, clutching her head. She decided she'd throttle him later, when her head felt like she hadn't gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson.
Still grinning, Guy removed her hands and gently massaged her head, while his other hand pulled and kneaded the muscles in her back. She wailed softly.
"Good?"
Yes, it was. Her head even felt better but she wasn't going to admit that to him. She'd only just met the man, but he had that cocky, knowing grin on his face again, the one he tended to wear too much for his own good. He definitely needed to be brought down a peg or two. She studied him through narrowed eyes, deciding that maybe he did have some reasons to be so sure of himself. For one, he was a hell of a kisser...
He continued to massage her for a while, then he squeezed her shoulder. Like a graceful leopard coming out of a crouch, he pulled the blanket back and moved slowly from the bed. Shelly's jaw dropped. It was a full minute before she found her voice. “What the hell do you think you're playing at, Guy?"
He stared at her in stunned amazement, his deep blue eyes bright below dark brows.
"You weren't supposed to stay the night!” She sat bolt upright in bed, pointed a finger at his briefs, flushed and looked away. “You're not dressed!"
Guy looked down at his skimpy briefs. “I am. Well, kind of.” He shrugged those wonderfully broad shoulders. “I didn't think you would mind."
"Well, I do.” Shelly exploded, wondering, why am I angry with him?
"Fine, I'll just use the bathroom and be out of your hair.” He said it dangerously soft, then turned on his heel, stalking out of the room.
Shelly, angry for reasons she couldn't place, lay back against her pillows listening to the loud sound of a heavy stream of urine hitting the toilet bowl. A moment later, the toilet flushed before a quick jet of water struck the shower tiles. The nerve of the man, she thought, fuming inside like a volatile volcano. How dare he just make himself right at home as if he owned the place. She pulled the covers over her head; the thoughtless jerk would probably use all her fresh towels, too.
Guy returned a moment later, black hair dripping water, giving Shelly altogether too much to look at. Well, that decided it. With a yip of frustration, she stood up, grabbed his trousers and rammed them hard into his chest. Mistake! She shouldn't have touched him. Her hands, suddenly with a mind of their own, were aching to explore more of his warm flesh. Ignoring her stiff nipples budding against her gauzy pyjamas, she pointed to the door.
Guy gave a huffy little sigh. “Don't worry, I'm going."
"Good,” Shelly shot back. “I'm not in the market for a man."
"My God, you're arrogant,” he murmured.
She exploded, “Me, arrogant? Just where the hell do you get off calling me arrogant? And for your information, you leave me cold."
"I leave you cold, do I?” he asked softly.
She tipped her head back at a crazy angle and nodded.
"How cold?” he asked, and there was a curious rasp to his voice that did funny things to her nerves.
"Ice cold!” She stalked off but he grasped her and turned her back, pulling her none too softly up against his chest.
"Liar,” he said huskily. His eyes glittered dangerously and she wondered what she had done by angering him. After all, what did she really know of him?
"I am not!” she protested. “Sun-loving beach bums are not my type,” she added, just to run the point home.
"Is that why you kissed me back last night?” he murmured, his mouth just inches from her lips.
"I didn't,” she protested. “I was confused."
"Confused? You didn't like it?"
"Of course I didn't."
He cut off the rest of her words by the simple maneuver of sealing his lips over hers. His mouth was firm yet soft, coaxing, and teasing. Shelly
felt her resistance ebbing away.
She was powerless to resist the gentle caress of his lips, or the warm probe of his tongue. Her mouth opened to him, giving him what he so gently demanded. Immediately, her body exploded and she sagged against him with a little cry. When he pulled her top over her head and grasped her hair, she leaned into him. Hungrily, he cupped both her breasts, kneading and pulling, until he left her body positively aching for more. Shelly felt like offering all that she had to give. Guy sensing her complete abandonment, cupped her butt and pulled her hard against his throbbing erection. That did it, the tattered remains of her mind fluttered away like autumn leaves in the wind. If he didn't fuck her now, her head would explode.
His fingers pinched her nipples. Looking down, Shelly saw one dark saucer; infinitely paler against his tanned fingers, being kneaded none too softly, but somehow exquisitely, between his fingertips. She felt the heat of his mouth on her ear. There was a gentle suck, a nip, and then the soothing foray of his tongue into the sensitive lobe. Her head fell back and she closed her eyes. He cupped her hips and pulled her up; and wrapping her legs around his waist, strode forward to the small breakfast bar. Shelly gasped as her pussy made contact with the wood beneath her, but it was a gasp of pleasure. The prickly wood and the unexpectedness of it caused her to become damper between the legs.
Guy left, then returned a moment later with a bowl full of fruit. Still holding the bowl in one hand, with the other he pulled her panties down and tossed them on the floor. Taking a large green grape, he pushed it slowly into her pussy. Shelly shivered with sweet anticipation as his finger, long and hard, searched for the grape a moment later. When he found his treasure, he smoothed it across her lips. She licked it eagerly, tasting her own juices, and his tongue joined her. Both of their tongues mated around the grape in a passionate kiss. Next, he sat the grape on her right nipple, before sucking it into his mouth. Curling his tongue around her nipple a few times, he returned his attention back to the bowl.
Shelly ran her tongue along suddenly parched lips and pinched the swollen tips of her nipples. She was wet with expectancy. What would he do to her next?
She watched his large suntanned fingers search through the glass fruit bowl, blue eyes narrowed in concentration, a lock of black hair falling over his forehead. His lips were still wet and shiny from the kiss they'd shared. His muscled abdomen, the huge bulge in the front of his white briefs, not to mention the dark sticky patches dotted here and there, caused her temperature to go up another notch. The man was a walking, breathing, testosterone bundle. She could practically have an orgasm just by looking at him.
Hell! Judging by her clamping thighs, maybe she already had.
She watched, transfixed, as he took a banana and inserted it gently into her pussy. She shivered with pure ecstasy as he began to move it slowly but firmly between the parted lips of her pussy. Her vaginal muscles tightened around it, making it harder for him to pull it out of her depths. Tenderly, he pinched her clit, which had swelled to the size of a small cherry. Her legs tightened around his waist. A tiny frisson of sensation coiled through her. It was an ache that she welcomed. The feeling was good, but as she bucked against the breakfast bar, Shelly just knew that the feel of Guy's hard cock would be so much better. Squashing a handful of strawberries, he rubbed the blood-red juice over her skin, bending to lap it up with tiny licks of his tongue that left her panting.
Shelly moaned again as his hands massaged her breasts. His weight was wonderful. His body hard and virile as he ground his lean hips against her fanny. The way he had her trapped against the counter, naked, she couldn't resist him as he continued to pleasure her. She could only close her eyes and go along for the wonderful ride. Forgetting that he was supposed to leave her cold, she began to play with her breasts, smearing the sticky, strawberry juice around her nipples. She could feel warm sensations begin to work their way outward from the center of her groin, shimmering through her body, making her quiver all over.
Guy continued to stroke her with expert skill, causing Shelly to bite her lip to keep from crying out, as white-hot flames built to a fever pitch between her legs.
She barely realized that he'd left her to fetch something from the freezer until she felt an ice cube rub across her mouth. She gasped. The ice was incredibly cold against her flushed skin. He trailed the frozen cube around her eyes and down her neck, following it with little gentle kisses. Her thighs clamped around his hand, still working its magic between her legs, as he rubbed the ice over her nipples, causing them to tingle unbearably.
After kissing both of her breasts, he trailed it down around her navel and along the wet slit of her pussy. Shelly bucked as shivers part pain, part delight, shook her slender frame. Trailing the ice cube slowly up and down her thighs, Guy worked his way to her feet. Lighter than a feather, he darted his tongue against the sole of her left foot.
Shelly groaned, practically in pain. Her need for him was so great.
Grasping her ankles with his strong, warm fingers and spreading her legs wide, he pressed his cock up against the tight slit of her pussy, teasing her. She growled, a low primal sound escaping from deep within her throat. “Ohm ... ohhh my, that feels so good!"
"I love to hear you whimper,” he teased. “Come on, whimper for me again, baby."
"Damn you, Guy,” she shot between clenched teeth.
He pinched her clit and she gasped. With a satisfied grunt, he used the banana to fuck her again. The yellow skin parted her blood-filled lips, the very lips she wanted his impossibly hard cock to plunge into. He thrust the fruit in and out of her pussy in a steady rhythm that had her arching up off the counter. The only sounds in the room were that of their heavy breathing and the wet kissing of her vulva against the bone-hard banana.
Shelly was delirious from pleasure as she buried her hands in his soft, midnight locks.
Undulating her hips, she started to rock against his cock. She felt her pussy contract when he thrust the banana hard inside her. She felt herself clawing at his back, her nails digging impatiently into his flesh. Her body was throbbing; she was hot and wet, and desperately hungry for more. Suddenly, he released her and stepped back. Shelly would have sagged to the floor, had it not been for his firm grip on her hips.
"Now tell me that I leave you cold,” he said softly, and turning, he pulled on his trousers, but not before she'd seen that he was still aroused. His briefs hid nothing.
"Damn you, Guy,” she muttered under her breath. “Damn you. I'm not interested, do you hear me?"
His smile was a mere bearing of teeth. “Loud and clear, lady."
"Good!” Shelly snorted. “Because I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man on the planet."
He sneered. “And just for the record, you're sexy enough, but I wouldn't sleep with you if you paid me."
She sensed a compliment somewhere inside all that ambiguity. Another half compliment, half insult; she didn't know what to say. So she didn't say anything.
His eyes paused on her erect nipples before wandering down to her hairy mound, the light hair darkened by her wet desire. “You're far too scrawny for my tastes."
Shelly averted her gaze as his words singed her.
"I like my women to have some meat on them,” he said in the same flat tone.
"Oh, you're a pig!” Angry and hurt, Shelly clucked her tongue and thumped her fists against the bar.
Guy decided that was his cue to leave. He shut the front door quickly behind him. Not a moment too soon, from the sounds of the objects thudding against it. He walked away through the sand, enjoying its warmth against his bare feet. It occurred to him, as he felt a wicked smile tug at the corners of his mouth, that he hadn't felt this good in years.
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"I hope you rot in hell, Guy Pearson,” Shelly cursed fiercely, as she opened her case, found a cool cotton shirt and some fresh underwear. She grabbed the thick white towel off the rocking chair in the bedroom and padded on foot to the bathroom.
Shelly shed her pyjamas and set them, along with her fresh clothes, on the side of the bath. She stepped into the turtle-shaped shower cubicle, and turned the dial to cold.
She needed to cool down; Guy had gotten her so horny, and then so mad. “Oh well, there's no point letting the jerk spoil my day,” she told herself, and stepped beneath the spray.
A little shriek escaped before she could control it. The water was very cold against her hot skin, but wonderfully refreshing. Better, it helped quell the aching in her loins. She picked up her soap, it smelt like Guy. He'd obviously used it while he'd taken a shower that morning. As Shelly rubbed it over her body, she wondered if he'd done the same.
Her nipples pebbled beneath the ice-cold water. It was curiously intoxicating, she thought; humming with a smile. Strangely intimate.
She rinsed, grabbed a towel from over the door and rubbed her hair, threw it back out of her eyes and then dressed.
Wearing her knee length shirt and a pair of practical panties, she dumped her pyjamas, which were saturated with Guy's spicy cologne on the bedroom floor.
"He's infuriating,” she grumbled a moment later as she bustled around in the small, whitewashed kitchen. She was trying her hardest not to look at the breakfast bar and the steamy memories, along with the bitter tinge of annoyance that it brought. She doubted that she'd ever be able to eat a banana again. She filled a cup with some coffee. While the kettle boiled, she tapped her fingers impatiently against the counter.
She could still remember the way Guy had looked that morning. With his tousled black hair, bedroom eyes, and a day's growth of whiskers darkening his face sexily. He had looked good enough to eat. She snorted. He left her cold, did he? Try telling her pussy that. She was still wet between the legs.