She whimpered and curled her fingers into the puffy duvet.
“Let’s get you out of the rest of those clothes.”
Her bra disappeared, then her shorts and panties, leaving her lying naked in front of him as he ripped his own T-shirt over his head.
All the oxygen was sucked out of her lungs as she gazed at him while he unzipped his jeans. Sweet Jesus, he was ripped. She’d known last night he was built, but she hadn’t seen him naked. Tattoos curled around bulging biceps and crawled up over one shoulder. His pecs were firm, his abdomen ridged, and she followed the lines of defined obliques lower as he shoved his jeans down along with his underwear. Another soft cry choked her as she regarded his cock, magnificently thick and thrusting from a patch of dark, masculine hair.
He kicked off the jeans, gripped her waist, and easily lifted her higher on the bed. “There. Spread those beautiful thighs, sweetheart. Let me see if that pretty pussy is ready for me.”
Heat scalded her cheeks but she obeyed, parting her legs.
His hot, fascinated gaze stared at her so intimately, and then he reached out to run his fingers up through her slit. “Oh yeah. You’re ready.”
She bit her lip. She’d been ready since early this afternoon when she’d relived last night’s activity, touching herself to relieve that tormenting ache there.
But even though he’d said he wanted to sink his cock deep inside her, he moved over her and kissed her again. His mouth ate leisurely at hers, licking and sucking; then he slowly kissed his way down to her chest. This time he cupped both breasts, plumping them together, squeezing them, admiring them before he lowered his head to take one nipple in his mouth and suck.
“Damn, baby.” He licked the swollen tip. “You have amazing nipples.”
She swallowed dryly, dazed. “I do?”
“Fuck yeah.” He pulled the other one into his mouth and tugged on it. More streamers of pleasure coursed through her, converging at her core in a hot throb, filling her pussy with melting warmth. Her pelvis lifted instinctively.
He held her breasts and moved from one nipple to the other, over and over, pulling them into his hot mouth, circling them with his tongue, grazing them with his teeth until she was a mindless puddle of arousal.
“See, this is what I mean,” he whispered roughly. “So responsive. You love that, don’t you, beautiful?”
“I do.” The words were torn out of her. “I love it. Oh my God, it feels so good. But I need more, Beck.”
“Here?” He again cupped her pussy.
She pulsed against his palm, her hips lifting. “Yesssss. Oh, please.”
“Mmm. That’s what I’m talking about. Want me to make that feel better? Want me to lick that sweet pussy?”
She wanted him inside her, but she wasn’t about to say no to more of his talented mouth after experiencing it last night. He was already moving, kissing his way over her belly, nuzzling the patch of gold hair at the apex of her thighs, opening his mouth on one inner thigh in a slow kiss. His big hands eased her thighs farther apart, running up and down the sensitive skin there, and she shivered with delight.
Beck paused, as if he’d noticed her response, and drew his fingertips up and down along her inner thighs. She quivered, her abs tightening, her nipples tingling. He smiled.
“This is gonna be so much fun,” he whispered, looking up at her over her body with a carnal half-smile. “Exploring your sexy body and finding all the places that make you shake. All the places that make you scream.”
His words were as arousing as his touch, so frank and so appreciative. She’d never experienced anything like this, being the object of such intense sexual focus. It was dizzying. Exhilarating. Terrifying.
He lowered his mouth to her pussy. His hands bestowed sweeping caresses over her waist and hips and thighs as he licked everywhere, sucked gently at soft furrows, probed with his tongue, and nibbled with his lips. Her body burned everywhere, her fingers convulsing against the bedcovers, her head rolling helplessly.
Then she emitted a shocked gasp when his big hands lifted her again and flipped her to her belly. “Oh!” She turned her head to look behind her and saw Beck’s dark, hungry expression as he studied her ass.
He cupped her cheeks and squeezed experimentally. Her skin pulled up into gooseflesh and her pussy clenched. “Gorgeous,” he muttered. “Perfect.” And he shocked her yet again by lowering his face to her butt and kissing it. And again, lingering, openmouthed kisses over one curve, then the other. He slid his tongue up one cheek, then the other, then laid another soft kiss at the base of her spine. Tingles danced up her back to her neck. He lifted her hips so her pussy was available to him and worshipped her again from behind, with fingers and tongue and lips. She quivered and moaned.
“Oh, baby, you taste so sweet. Love this perfect pink ass.” He rubbed a palm over it and she ached for a deeper touch. More nibbles had her panting into the bedcover. More licks had her whimpering wordlessly. His hands gripped her cheeks and he bestowed long, lush licks up and down, pausing to presumably study her between each stroke. Fire burned in her core.
He buried his face in her ass again and heat shot straight to her clit. Her head lifted. “Oh my God!”
His hands gripped her hips to hold her still as he ate at her as if he wanted to devour her. His beard rasped against her sensitive skin, abrading it as his lips and tongue worked over her pussy. Helpless little sobs spilled from her lips at the overwhelming sensation.
When his tongue circled her clit, every nerve ending in her body went on alert, and when he licked over the bundles of nerves, she jolted. He worked her clit with his tongue. Shaking uncontrollably, her hands curled into fists and she muffled on the bed the embarrassingly needy sounds that poured from her mouth. The need was too sharp, too consuming. She needed release, burned for it. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth and every sensation coalesced into an explosion. Her hips bucked against his face, his beard rough on sensitive flesh, his mouth eating at her and eating at her until she collapsed in limp exhaustion.
“Oh, baby.” He smoothed a hand up her back and moved over her to lay a hot kiss between her shoulder blades. “That was stunning.”
“Ungh.”
He gently rolled her to her back and she dragged her eyes open to see him looming over her, broad and powerful. He produced a condom from somewhere—presumably he’d found it before he took off his jeans—rolled it on, then stretched out over her. She bent her knees and welcomed him between her legs, amazed at the beauty of his body, the lean hips, strong core, powerful shoulders. And yet he touched her with such gentleness—with control, yes, but also with a tender strength. He kissed her mouth and she tasted her own essence faintly on his lips and tongue, and the eroticism of that had her belly fluttering. She kissed him back, her fingertips on his chest. He slid a hand beneath her neck and with his other hand grasped his cock and found her entrance.
The feel of him entering her, pushing inside her with slow insistence, along with his gaze focused on her so intently, had her body trembling again. Her lips parted, trying to pull air into her burning lungs. He reached for her ass with his free hand. She pulled her knees up and back and he sank deeper inside her with thrilling pressure. He buried his face in the side of her neck, his breath hot and rough on her skin, and his hips began to power against her, his cock sliding in and out with increasing speed, then driving into her.
She was close to another orgasm, unbelievable! Her chin lifted and her eyes closed. She slid a hand into his hair, loosening the knot as he sucked on the side of her neck. The mattress bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts. He slowed the pace, lifted his head to gaze down at her, eyes burning. He touched her face, brushing his index finger over her bottom lip, and she met his eyes and held that gaze. Heat exploded around them, and she sucked his finger into her mouth and closed her lips around it.
“Oh, baby.”
He kissed her again slowly. He reached for her leg, caressed her calf, then found her hand a
nd drew it around to set it on his firm ass. He slid his tongue over her neck again and resumed his strokes. She helped pull him tight to her with her hand on the big flexing muscle of his ass and she rocked her hips up into his to find the pressure she needed…oh yes…there…
He thrust faster. The bed bounced. The abrasion on her clit had sensation twisting up tight and hot inside her yet again…maybe she hadn’t even stopped coming from the last orgasm. This one didn’t explode, but rather washed over her in a delicious wave of pleasure that spread from her center to her toes and fingers and hairline, and she cried out at the sweetness of it.
“Oh yeah. That’s it, baby. Come on my dick. Feels so good, squeezing me like that. It’s making me come too…aw fuck yeah.” And his body went still and tight against her, still except for the pulsing of his cock inside her.
They clung together, panting, hearts pounding, skin damp.
When she could move, she swept her hands over the strong curves of his back, down to his tight buttocks to squeeze, then up to hold his shoulders. She kissed the front of one shoulder and let out a long, satisfied breath.
“Fucking amazing,” Beck mumbled against her jaw. He rose to kiss her mouth, then rolled to his side, bringing her with him, pulling her thigh over his hip, keeping them joined. “Damn.”
Her breath quavered as she drew it into her lungs, emotion swamping her. She loved that he seemed to be as affected as her, that he’d seemed to enjoy that as much as she had.
“Enjoy” wasn’t even a strong enough word for what she’d just experienced. She’d floated. She’d flown. She’d luxuriated in the voluptuous sensation. She felt as if it had been…life changing. Like nothing would ever be the same.
Chapter 8
Beck palmed Hayden’s ass, holding her against him. Jesus. His brain might have short-circuited from that orgasm.
Feeling her come around him, holy fuck, that was hot. He wasn’t sure exactly why this was different. Must be because she was so…untouched. Not virginal, clearly. She’d had sex. But he had a feeling that much of this was new to her, from the way she reacted, the way she seemed blown away, the way her tightly fastened buttons loosened up with a little coaxing and let out all that latent sensuality. He fucking loved giving that to her.
Wait a minute. She was the one who liked to analyze everything. Why was he even thinking about this? He should just be enjoying it. Living in the moment. As he always did.
This was fun. That was all there was to it. And he could give her more fun, in lots of different ways.
“Wow,” she murmured. “I can barely speak.”
He kissed her temple. “Know the feeling, beautiful.”
Their bodies calmed, their breath easing, hearts slowing. His dick softened enough that he knew he had to pull out and ditch the latex. He gave her one final kiss before sliding out of her body and rolling off the bed. He headed toward a door that appeared to be a bathroom. Yep. He stepped in and took care of business.
Wow, he’d really violated his rule about more than one night. And yet he couldn’t feel sorry about it. He kept preaching at Hayden to just enjoy the moment, and he needed to do the same and not get all freaked out about what he’d done.
He’d leave there and that would be it. Panties replaced. A little fun at the beach. A little more hot sex. Nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all.
When he emerged from the bathroom, Hayden was out of bed, standing near a dresser wearing a long, loose T-shirt that covered her from neck to knee. She looked cute, her hair all tousled and lips swollen.
“I’m so sorry to…er…”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Fuck and run?”
“Well, technically you’re the one leaving, but basically yeah.” She bit her lip and clasped her hands together.
She was kicking him out? He wanted to scrunch up his face with displeasure. He was the one who fucked and ran. Eh, it didn’t have such a good sound in past tense. Whatever. Chicks usually weren’t booting him out of bed. And he kind of didn’t like it.
But he kept his face impassive. “No need to apologize, beautiful.” He meandered toward her, stopping to scoop up his jeans, aware of her gaze tracking down his body, then snapping back up to his face. Her lips parted.
A little satisfaction eased his annoyance. It would be so easy to convince her to go another round. But she was right, it was time to go. He stopped in front of her, brushed his lips over hers, and said, “I do have to go. There are some things I need to look after at Conquistadors.”
Her eyelashes fluttered and she nodded. “Right.”
He stepped into his boxers and jeans, then pulled his T-shirt over his head. He patted his back pocket to make sure his wallet was there, and dug out his car key from a front pocket.
“I’ll see you to the door.”
She padded along behind him in bare feet.
Along the way, with the keen observation that had been trained into him, he quickly assessed more details about her condo. It wasn’t big, apparently only one bedroom, her living room containing a couch and love seat and television, but also a long desk on one wall, with bookshelves above it.
The bright red leather sofa and loveseat were unexpected. So were the framed photographs on the walls, gorgeous scenic pictures and some interesting portraits that he wished he had more time to study. These things only raised more questions in his head about her.
Questions he did not need to know the answers to.
He turned at the door with a smile. “Thanks for coming to the beach with me.”
“Thank you.” She swallowed and her cheeks went adorably scarlet. “For dinner. For the fun in the arcade. And for the…”
“Fuck?” he offered again.
She let out a little huff, but her eyebrows pulled together. “Okay, yes.”
“It was my pleasure, beautiful.” He kissed her once more. “G’night.”
He jogged to his car, the sky now a deep blue. Palm trees rustled in the evening breeze that carried a faint ocean scent. He used a driveway to turn around and headed down Grand Avenue toward Conquistadors. He could walk there from here, and to his home, oddly enough. He’d chosen his condo partly for its proximity to Conquistadors but also for the view of Sail Bay and the Bayside Walk that led all the way around to Mission Beach, where they’d just come from. He loved his morning runs along the water or taking his bike out for an easy spin, enjoying pale sand, palm trees, blue sea, and sky.
He’d been surprised to learn Hayden’s address wasn’t far from his own.
Instead of turning off Grand to go home, he continued and drove into the small parking lot behind Conquistadors, with its “Reserved Parking” signs for him, Marco, and Cade.
Jesus. Someone was parked in his fucking spot. Scowling, he drove around the block, and lucked into a spot not far away.
He entered through the front door. Despite his annoyance at having to park on the street, he still felt a twinge of pride in what they’d created here. The main selling point for the bar had been its location, close to the beach and other restaurants and shops. But they’d poured some equity into it, including sweat equity, as they’d demolished, rebuilt, sanded, and painted, and the results were deeply satisfying.
Even on a Sunday night, business was brisk, though more so in the bar than the restaurant. He paused to survey empty tables on the restaurant side, sighing inwardly, then continued into the bar, where Marco was mixing margaritas.
“Hey, man.”
Marco glanced at him. “What are you doing here? It’s your Sunday off.”
Managing a bar was long hours, seven days a week, and the partners divided shifts so that each of them had at least a couple of days off in a row every few weeks, and they weren’t all there from morning till night.
“I just can’t stay away from you guys.”
“Ha. Couldn’t get laid tonight?”
Beck grimaced.
Marco laughed. “No shit! You’re losing your magic touch?”
Beck’s gut tense
d. For some reason, he preferred to take Marco’s bullshit than tell him he’d been with Hayden. Because Marco and Cade would give him no end of grief if they knew he’d gone back to see her.
“I had some stuff to do here,” he said with a shrug.
“Hey, Beck.”
He turned to see one of their regulars, Jim Dussen, sitting at the bar. “Hey, Dussen. How’s it hanging?”
“Long and loose, and full of juice.”
Beck grinned. “Good to know. Better than short and shriveled.”
Dussen toasted him with his glass of draft. “You got that right.”
Dussen was a Navy vet Beck had met through the Trident Foundation after he’d left the service. When Beck had told him the three former SEALs were opening a bar, Dussen had been pretty pumped. He’d showed up on opening day and regularly since then. He’d been a one-man promotion machine during the early days, bringing in friends and acquaintances and telling everyone what a great place it was.
“Hey, Dussen, that’s not you parked in my spot out back, is it?”
“Nah. You know I know better’n to drive here.”
“Good man.” Making sure customers didn’t drive home drunk was one of the toughest parts of this gig. But since they wanted to see their customers back there alive the next day, they tried to be on top of it, and made sure their staff were too.
“So I hear you’re having a dry spell.”
Beck frowned. “What?”
Dussen nodded at Marco. “Heard you two talking about not getting laid.”
“Fantastic.” Beck shot a glare at Marco. Their behind-the-bar conversation was not supposed to be audible to customers. Especially when it made him look like a loser. “Well, you can’t get laid every day.”
“Ha-ha-ha.” Dussen nodded, then looked sad. “So true.”
Beck bit back a grin. The old guy somehow managed to leave with women more nights than not. They’d never been exactly sure how that happened.
Body Shot (Last Shot) Page 8