by J. A. Coffey
"Do you want me?" She tilted her head, her sharp gaze softening in the moonlight streaming in through the patio doors.
"I'd have to be dead not to want you," he admitted. "But you need to be sure before this goes any further. Am I talking to you or the vodka?"
"It's me and I'm sure. This is long overdue." She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. Just a heady reminder of what she'd offered him in the woods this afternoon. His body sizzled with longing, every nerve ending attuned to her presence. "I'm not some trembling virgin, Matt. I want you."
She looked so beautiful with her hair drifting around her cheeks like vibrant feathers on the porcelain mask of her face. He swept a tendril out of her eyes with the back of his palm. The mere brush of her silky locks against his skin and all his carefully calculated plans seemed stupid and insignificant. She was definitely going to be trouble.
"Kiss me," she ordered.
What else could he do?
He brushed his lips against her, marveling at the soft fullness of her lips. Full, plump lips made for kissing and sucking. He wanted to feel her, feel every inch of her. This afternoon in the woods had been incredible; tonight could be even better. He could spend hours making love to her mouth.
When he increased pressure, her lips parted and he slid his tongue inside. She moaned softly and a surge of need overtook him. He covered her mouth with his. She leaned into him, her fingers stealing up into his hair. He stroked her tongue with his, running it between her lips, along the ridge of her teeth. Her body arched against him. He lowered his hands to her waist and drew her lower body against his burgeoning arousal. The rocking motion of their hips drove him crazy.
"This feels so good," she murmured. "Take your shirt off."
Good didn't begin to describe it.
He shed his shirt in a single motion desperate to return to kissing her. His hand stole up and cupped her face. He cradled her, allowing himself time to suckle her bottom lip. She hissed air between her teeth when he moved lower to gently bite the hollow of her neck just below her ears. His tongue throbbed against her tender pulse.
"Lower." Jess moaned. She reached up and began to unbutton her blouse, her fingers fumbling and unsuccessful.
"Let me," he breathed. He shifted his stance, bending his head to kiss each spot of bared skin as he unbuttoned her blouse buttons one by one. Her skin was as creamy smooth as he'd imagined and just as sweet. She was spun sugar beneath the onslaught of his mouth. He couldn't wait to taste all of her.
With her blouse hanging loosely at her sides, Matteo tugged her bra strap down over her shoulder until a single rosy nipple appeared above the fabric cup. He puckered his lips and blew a stream of air over the tip until the nub grew stiff and responsive.
"Oh." Jess sighed. "That feels so nice."
"Just wait, querida. It gets better." He reached behind her and released her bra clasp. Jess stepped closer to him as he removed her blouse and bra with one sliding motion. For a second, he was hypnotized by her beauty, the pale perfection of her bared upper body next to his.
She had great breasts. Not too small, not too large. They fit into his palm as if the two were made to go together. The sight of them bobbing just inches from his face was too much to withstand. He lifted a hand to her breast and rubbed his thumb over her nipple. Jess moaned, a sexy little sound that made his cock throb.
After tonight, her fears and inhibitions would be gone. She'd have no grounds for investigation, as long as she didn't find out he was the company owner, not a client. LoveLines would have its perfect record restored and Jess would be ready to take the next step toward a real relationship with her sensuality regained. He pushed away the surprising resentment that surged to the surface whenever he thought of Jess being touched, being kissed by another man. It wasn't his place to want her this badly, but he did.
He'd figure out the rest later.
He lowered his head to her breasts and flicked a tongue first over one nipple, then the other. When her knees buckled, he caught her, easing them both back onto the king-sized bed. Jess inched towards the pillows, shrugging out of her pants. The sight of her nearly naked figure squeezed the air from his chest.
In their prone position, he had ample access to every inch of her magnificent figure, obscured only by the dim room and a pale green thong. Her pale skin glowed like a beacon. He lay beside her, stroking her arms and legs, caressing her until her body relaxed. She molded against him, the planes of his pectorals flattening the curves of her naked breasts. Her bare legs twined against his faded blue jeans. His cock flexed as if sensing her pleasure core positioned just beyond the rough fabric and button fly. He ached for the silk of her skin.
He dipped his head lower, placing open mouthed kisses between her breasts, down her rib cage to her belly. Jess bucked beneath him as he swirled his tongue around her hipbones. He lowered his hand between her legs and found her wet and swollen beneath the silk of her panties. She couldn't hide the truth. Her legs were slick with her own juices. He wanted to lap at her, but each time he moved she pulled him back up to her mouth.
He slipped a finger inside her, his tongue rhythmically stroking into her mouth as his finger moved inside her. His cock pulsed with each subtle motion. She was so tight and wet. He wanted to bury himself in her sweetness. It no longer mattered why.
"You're amazing," he mumbled against her mouth. "So beautiful and so soft."
Her head was thrown back and her eyes half closed. Her breath quickened, puffing against his cheeks like butterfly kisses. Her hands reached out and tugged at his jeans. "Off," she ordered. "Take these off."
"Jess," he gasped. He couldn't stop his pulse from leaping at the guttural sound of her voice. He wanted her so badly it hurt. But she'd been drinking. "I need to know you want this. After tonight, there's no going back."
"Matt, please," she moaned.
"I don't want to rush you. I don't want things to be...uncomfortable for you the rest of the week if this doesn't work out." Why was he stalling, damn it? This is what he wanted, right? To seduce her?
"I want you," she said, leaning back onto the bed. "Right here. Right now. That much I know. We can discuss the other stuff later." She shimmied out of her panties and looked up at him expectantly. "Care to join me?"
She was so damn beautiful. Matteo took one look at her lovely naked form leaning against the pillows. He wanted her, more than he'd dreamed of wanting a woman. He'd always been a conscientious lover. Made sure that his partners were satisfied, but this was different. He wanted to please Jess, take her to heights of passion he'd suspected she'd never been. The fact that she had such an effect on him was frightening and challenging all at once.
"Make love to me," she urged.
"With pleasure," he said.
And just like that all thoughts of keeping score rushed completely out of his head.
Chapter Five
Matt palmed her breast and her nipple hardened against his hand. Jess sighed. Her body was awash with tiny pinpricks of desire. A haunting need that ached to be fulfilled blossomed between her legs and somewhere dimly she remembered that they needed to hurry.
Too bad.
She really wanted to take her time with him. Her arms and legs were sluggish. She felt like she was swimming in a pool of molten honey. Thank goodness she had such a sexy man to guard against drowning....She shifted, nuzzling closer to his half-clothed form, her body seeking his heat. He gave her a wicked smile and replaced his hand with his mouth, a hot, moist cavern that sent waves of longing coursing through her veins like too many chocolate martinis. She hissed air through her teeth and arched against him, straining for more.
"Yes." Matt breathed. He nibbled at her breasts, alternating between suckling and gentle love bites. "Open for me, querida. Let me pleasure you."
The thought of an incredibly handsome man seducing her with the single notion of pleasing her was so enticing. So many times it had been the other way around. She'd spent years working on erasing her
inhibitions, trying to entice Stan to stay faithful. When he hadn't, she'd taken it as a personal slam in the sexual arena. But to hear Matt talk, and see the way his cocoa colored eyes darkened with desire, feel the press of his cock against her thigh.... She felt beautiful and desirable in a way that she'd never felt before.
His tongue stroked her sensitive areola, laving the tip with an insistent rasp. His fingers crept down her torso to swirl in her neatly trimmed pubic region, gliding up and down the length of her inner thighs. She flexed her buttocks, trying to encourage him to move his deft hand to her most responsive areas.
"Mmm," he murmured against her breast. "That's right. Show me how you like it, Jess."
His thumb swiped over her clit hood and her hips bucked. He gave a low chuckle.
"You like to be teased, do you?" His eyes were heavy lidded with desire.
"I do," she agreed. If she wasn't careful she just might melt away in his arms. It was time to take a little control of this situation.
Jess tugged at the button fly of his jeans, marveling as they popped open with ease.
"Ooh," she said. A move like that only happened in made-for-TV movies and porn flicks. "Wow that never works for me."
Matt arched a brow as his cock burst free from its solitary confinement, straining against the grey cotton fabric of his boxer-briefs in an impressive show of arousal. "You've got some skills, there."
Did she? With Matt, she suddenly thought she might.
Jess kissed the concave valley between his pecs. "You have no idea." Another kiss, this one a little lower. She let her hot breath warm up his tanned trim abdomen. "But you're about to find out." She lowered her gaze to his crotch. If he was half as big as he appeared, this was going to be some night.
A thrill rushed through her at his shocked expression. Who knew teasing could be so fun? Teasing and taking control, those were her two favorites from now on. Definitely.
She gave him a gentle shove back on the bed and laid between his spread legs, her breasts flattened against his pelvis. The sensation of rough fabric rubbing against her hardened nipples was erotic. She lowered her head and heard Matt gasp as her tongue swirled in slow circles down to his hips and across the rim of his waistband.
Matt groaned and bucked. "Jess," he warned.
"Mmmm," she murmured. Her tongue laved the skin just under his briefs. He tasted sweet and salty at the same time. "Hush, you. Don't think. Just feel."
He growled low in his throat like an animal as her tongue stroked lower and lower, searching for the tip of his hard cock.
"Oh, god," he said. "You're so good at being good." His hands stole up into her hair and he grabbed handfuls between his clenched fists.
Jess drew back and hovered over the outline of his arousal. She cupped her mouth over the head and blew a stream of hot air against the straining fabric of his boxer briefs. One second, then two, and suddenly Matt twitched beneath her lips.
"Dios mio," he whispered.
The tip of his cock had released a bead of moisture in anticipation. She ran her hands down the stiff shaft hidden behind the cotton stretch fabric, longing to feel his skin. She pressed her face against the trim muscles of his abdomen and ran her tongue in a wet trail to his left hipbone. Matt groaned again.
She experimented in pleasing torture, swirling her tongue and sucking on the sharp planes of his stomach and hips. Her tongue swept ever lower, inching closer to his protruding tip. His hips twitched beneath her as if he restrained his movements.
Well, she didn't want to be restrained. Not tonight.
She grasped him through his briefs and rubbed her thumb over the slick, silken head. Her mouth flooded with saliva. She ran her tongue over her lips as heat blossomed between her legs. She ached to take him inside her.
Jess bent and put her mouth over his member. She exhaled, breathing hot air onto him until he squirmed.
"You're so hot." He moaned. "You're driving me crazy." His eyes were closed.
Jess smiled. "Nope, I'm just having fun."
She slid her fingers under his waistband and tugged until the swollen tip of his cock popped free. Matt wriggled a little and another few inches of perfectly formed member appeared.
She couldn't resist. She tucked her hand into the opening of his briefs and rescued his shaft from the binding cotton cloth. He sprang to life in her grasp, easily several inches above the width of her hand. But it was his girth that was the most impressive. She couldn't close her fingers around him.
"My, my," Jess said. "Everything is bigger in Texas."
Matt lifted his head and gave her a sheepish smile. "I've never had complaints."
She grasped him, her hands stroking up and down the length of his member. She'd never seen a finer looking man. His skin was like wet silk. Wet, responsive silk.
Her hands pumped him as she licked around the base of his penis. He moaned.
Matt was a guy who let her know how she was doing. She liked that.
She bent her head and took him into her mouth, reveling in the sharp intake of his breath. His hands flexed in her hair, as his cock bobbled in and out of her mouth. She swirled her tongue along the underside of him as she moved her head up and down on him.
Matt muttered something unintelligible.
She worked his shaft with her hands while her mouth focused elsewhere, tonguing the sensitive ridge under the head of his cock. She slipped him between her lips and his hips bucked again. She could only imagine what he would feel like when she finally took him inside her body. Her vagina clenched as she worked him, as if she could feel him moving inside both orifices. Matt's hand left her tangled hair and he began to stroke her back, his fingers creeping lower as she sucked him. When he dipped his hand between her legs, she paused to moan.
"I can't hold out much longer," he admitted. "You're so hot and it's been a while."
Jess nodded, and he gasped again. She backed off, slipping his head out of her mouth.
"Try." She smiled.
*****
Sweet torture.
He couldn't withstand the sweet onslaught of her pretty pink lips. If he didn't do something quickly, he was going to explode.
"Jess," he begged. "Give me the reins for a while." He sat up and took her head in his hands, bringing her mouth within range. Her lips were slick; he could taste himself on her as he kissed her.
He rolled her gently onto her backside, his mouth never leaving hers. She whimpered hungrily against his lips as his fingers slid down her abdomen to play. Rhythmically he stroked her clit with his thumb while inserting his middle finger inside her. She was so tight and wet. He couldn't wait to sheath himself inside her. Just the thought of it almost sent him over the edge. His moist cock rubbed against her thighs as she pumped her hips, moving against his hand.
Her tongue stole out and lingered between her parted lips as her breathing went erratic. She gasped and thrashed against the pillows. God, she was magnificent. He'd never been so turned on watching a woman about to climax. His eyes devoured her, wanting to capture her image in his memory.
"Now, Matt." She gasped again. "Right now. I want you in me."
He slipped his hands free and moved to position himself above her. "Protection?" he asked.
Jess pointed. "In the bathroom. In my makeup bag."
Matteo rolled off the side of the bed, his stiff cock bouncing against his thighs.
"Hurry," she called after him.
Like he needed to be told.
Matteo grabbed the black vinyl bag, locating the small, flat squared package. He tore it with his teeth, preparing to roll it over his increasingly painful erection. His balls were so tight, he could have bounced a quarter off them. He positioned the lubricated latex over the tip and started to roll it down. Sometimes it was difficult to fit into certain brands because of the thickness of his shaft. His fingers fumbled a little in the heavy lubrication and he had to grasp himself with both hands to keep it from snapping back off.
"Almost ready," he c
alled back into Jess.
She didn't answer. He hoped she wasn't taking care of herself before he returned. She was pretty damn close to orgasm as far as he could tell.
The condom securely in place, Matteo turned toward the bedroom just as there was a loud knock at the door.
"Shit," Matteo said. He froze.
"Room service," announced a muffled voice. Another knock.
Dinner. They'd forgotten about dinner.
He could hide out, pretend they weren't there. But Jess hadn't eaten as far as he could tell, and she'd need something in her stomach besides vodka. A perfect little post-coital feast waited on the other side of the door.
There was no way he was going to make her get dressed or answer the door. Another knock. Jess made a quiet sound from the depths of the bed covers.
"I got it," he said softly. "Stay there." He snatched up his jeans from the floor and dragged them on, wincing as he buttoned them over his softening arousal. "Hang on," he called louder. If he hurried, he could sign for dinner and get back to business before things completely cooled.
Matteo whipped the door open.
The waiter started and gave him a once over. "Uh....your order."
"So I see," Matteo gritted. "Where do I sign?"
The waiter gave him a blank stare. His eyes darted over Matteo's shoulder and back. "Do you...uh...should I come in and set it up for you, sir?"
"No!" Matteo practically shouted. He took a deep breath and the pen from the waiter's shaking hand. "I mean, it's no problem. I got it, okay? We'll leave the trays in the hall."
The waiter took his pen and the signature slip with a nervous nod and high-tailed it out of sight.
"Look what I have, Jess." Matteo tried to sound cheerful as he wheeled the food cart into the room. His cock was now completely deflated. The condom was cold and sticky against his hip. He closed the door and flipped the latch. "Now, where were we?"
No answer.
Matteo slipped off his jeans and slipped under the covers next to Jess' warm body. "Did you hear me, querida? Food's here. Are you hungry? We have a chocolate soufflé to tempt you." He touched her shoulder. He was ravenous, but not for the items on the food cart.