Bad Behavior

by Kristin Hardy

  It ripped a groan from him. And how was it that as she licked his most sensitive spots, she was the one who was feeling the growing heat of arousal between her thighs? There was no mouth on her breasts, no hands between her thighs, only the sound and the textures, the hard and the soft of giving him pleasure. She moved the circle of her mouth over his shaft, working him with one hand below, where she couldn’t reach.

  And then she took a breath and bobbed her head down, taking him deep, taking him all the way in.

  A curse exploded out of his lips. His fingers clutched her shoulders, digging in mindlessly as she did it again, then once more. And then he was holding her head with shaking hands. “Stop or I’m going to lose it right now.”

  “So lose it.”

  “No way. There’s too much else I want to do.” He drew her to her feet. “And the first thing is to get you out of that dress.”

  He dragged the green fabric up over her head. Delaney raised her arms up to help him, laughing softly. “Aren’t you worried about being naked out on the balcony?”

  “I don’t give a damn,” he muttered, pressing her back down on the chaise. “Besides, if you’d stop arguing and lay back, you’d be out of sight.”

  And with a chuckle of delight, she obeyed.

  For a minute, he simply stood and stared at her. It made Delaney’s breath come faster, the look of total absorption, discovery in his eyes. Then he started to touch. His hands were urgent and a little bit rough as he unsnapped the clasp of her bra and peeled back the cups. Like being tugged out of the bar, it turned her on in some elemental way. She liked it a little rough. She liked him rough.

  When he bent to her, she drew in a breath of giddy expectation. She could feel the heat of his mouth on her skin. At the touch of his tongue on her nipple, she said his name. But when he blew on it, bringing her a momentary chill, he won a moan from her. And the dark red nub furled into a tight bead.

  Delaney stared in awe. “You didn’t know how to do this in eighth grade.”

  As though ravenous, he drew her nipples into his mouth one at a time, sucking them, licking them as he molded her breasts with his hands. Each touch sent a pulse through her body, setting up an answering throb of arousal lower down. Lightly, playfully he bit at one of her nipples with his teeth, sending a sensation through her like an electrical shock.

  She jolted and gave a strangled cry. “You definitely didn’t know how to do this back in eighth grade,” she gasped, fighting for breath as he did it again.

  He shifted, licking his way down over her flat belly. “I’ve learned a few things since then. Want me to show you?”

  “Show and tell was always my favorite part of school,” she managed, moving against that wet, tantalizing touch, the light brush of fingers that had her shivering.

  “Me, too. Although maybe I should concentrate on the tell part—I’m better with my mouth.” He moved down, settling between her parted legs, curving his arms around them, his rough cheek next to her skin.

  Delaney prepared for his onslaught, but all he did was lick first one thigh, then another. Slowly, he kissed his way closer to where she ached for him to touch her. When he finally did, it was only with the tip of his tongue, stroking those private lips folded protectively together. She quivered at the contact. He gave a long, leisurely stroke of his tongue, then another, tracing a gradual furrow into where she was already slick and hot and wanting. With his fingers, he traced the dip, then for a breathless, whirling instant, he opened her to his gaze, his breath.

  And then the shocking heat of his mouth was on her.

  Her body bucked against him. He’d learned, oh, he’d learned since junior high, things she’d never had any idea of back then. Liquid caresses, slick patterns that tormented as much as they satisfied. If his tongue had teased her in their kisses, that was nothing compared to what it was doing to her now, flicking over her clit, stroking it. And each touch sent a pulse of arousal to every part of her body. She moved helplessly, moaned as the tension wound tighter, like an arc of heat across her hips.

  When he brought one of his hands back under her, she barely noticed. Until his fingertips moved lower to find other places, other sensations even as his tongue and lips drove her relentlessly.

  She didn’t know she could teeter so completely on the edge of orgasm, be dragged higher and higher still without going over. She was stretched tight as a wire, heart pounding, lungs tight, every fiber of her focused on that one spot where he used his mouth, his lips and tongue to torment her with desire. Then he pushed his fingers inside her and it was that that had the orgasm exploding through her, tearing a strangled gasp from her throat even as she jolted against him.

  He didn’t stop, though. He kept at her with his mouth, so that the climax went on and on. And startlingly, instead of ebbing away into hypersensitivity, the sensations began to swell again to another peak, this one bigger, more powerful. She cried out in shock, in arousal, in pleasure, and when she finally went, it rocketed through her body, wracking her with intensity, sending her shaking against him with a single, long gasping cry.

  Followed by helpless laughter.

  He raised his head. “You’re laughing?” he growled. “You’re not supposed to be laughing. You’re supposed to tell me this was a life-changing experience.”

  “Oh, it was, it was,” she assured him, giggling helplessly. “But we’d better get inside before someone calls the policia on us.”

  “More like the Federales. They probably thought someone got murdered.”

  “They don’t call it the little death for nothing.” She levered herself upright and sagged against him, finding her legs almost too weak to hold her up. “Although I’m not usually so loud.”

  He moved back to let her through the door. “I’m not buying that,” he said, following her into the room. “I bet you make all kinds of noises.” He caught her around the waist from behind and swung her onto the bed, making her yelp. “Like that.”

  She turned into him with a throaty chuckle. “Give me reasons to make noise and you’ll see.”

  And then he did and the laughter was forgotten.

  How extraordinary it was that they could morph that quickly from heated intensity to laughter and back to passion. His mouth was urgent against hers, his hands demanding on her breasts. When she slid her fingers down, she found his cock harder than ever, almost flat up against his belly.

  “Tell me you were serious about those condoms,” he said hoarsely.

  “In my bag, on the bedside bureau.”

  He handed it to her. With clumsy fingers, she dug out the condom, tore open the package. “Roll over on your back,” she murmured.

  “Wait, I want to—”

  “Roll over.” She pressed his shoulder.

  DON COULDN’T REMEMBER having been so turned on in his entire life. His cock ached, he ached with the need to drive himself into her. He waited to feel her roll on the condom.

  Instead, he felt the warm heat of her tongue. And his fingers clenched the sheets. “I want to be in you,” he said raggedly. Then he realized that she was rolling the condom onto him with her mouth. And even through the latex, he felt the soft stroking pressure that had him grinding his teeth. “You really are trying to drive me crazy, aren’t you?” His voice was tight with strain.

  Delaney just chuckled, but she started using her hand, too, to speed things up.

  He wasn’t sure if that made things better or worse.

  And then it was on. She worked her way up to straddle him. “Now, what was that about being in me?” she murmured.

  He caught her by the shoulders and flipped her onto the mattress and poised himself over her. She looked like some goddess of eroticism, her eyes large and dark, her lips swollen from his. And with a mischievous, knowing smile, she reached down to take him in her hands, to rub him through the slickness between her thighs.

  It had come to this, all the anticipation, all the banter, all the caresses. It had come to this breathless mome
nt when it was just the two of them, their naked bodies and no barrier at all between what was him and what was her.

  And then he pumped his hips and the two were one.

  It tore a cry from her, a cry echoed by his groan.

  “Is it all right?” He trembled with the effort of not moving in the sheath of her tight, wet heat.

  She let out a held breath. “Oh, yeah,” she said, and he began to slide, cautiously, clenching his jaw with the need for control. “Oh, glory, it’s better than all right,” she breathed. “And it’ll be better still when you really fuck me.”

  “That’s what I’m doing,” he told her.

  “No, right now you’re trying to be careful, trying to go slow.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Trust me, big boy, you won’t.”

  Gradually, his strokes lengthened, deepened until he was moving rhythmically. He’d tried to imagine it all those years ago, taken the stories he’d heard, the kisses he’d stolen, the fevered moments he’d had of finding his own private release. He’d tried to imagine what it would be like to slide into her, how soft, how slick, how hot.

  He’d fallen miserably short of the mind-blasting pleasure. She was under him, lithe and strong, her legs around his waist, pumping her hips against him, tightening on every stroke so that every inch of him was straining to hold himself back. And oh, those throaty little moans of hers worked on him, pushing him even closer to the point of no return.

  “Come on,” Delaney muttered, clutching his back, wrapping her legs up higher. “You can do better than that. Let it go, let it go. Oh, like that.” Her voice rose like an incantation as he pumped harder, faster. He felt her rake his back with her nails and the last vestiges of civilization fell away. Unleashed, he stroked into her, searching out his own ecstasy, hearing hers in her cries.

  Pleasure became pain, pain became pleasure, labels irrelevant in the face of such utter sensory overload. Delaney felt him so deep she thought he was going all the way through her. Every instant she was sure she couldn’t take another moment of it, and she couldn’t bear to have it end as each stroke dragged her past any feeling she’d ever known. So she clutched at his slippery back, trying to hold on to her sanity even as she cried out without volition, her body drawn tight with tension. She felt the orgasm looming, building, swelling, enormous and more intense than she’d ever felt before with anyone.

  Head flung back on the pillow, she opened her eyes and found Dom staring down at her, his eyes burning with heat, his face taut. “Come on, give it to me,” he muttered and slammed into her hard.

  And suddenly the climax exploded along her entire body, shaking her, shattering her into a million burning pieces. Dimly, she heard herself crying out and felt Dom stroke a handful of times more before he spilled himself into her while she was still convulsing.

  5

  DELANEY WOKE TO THE morning light, individual blades of sun shining over the bed through the louvers they’d forgotten to shut on the balcony doors. They’d fallen asleep around 4:00 a.m., she recalled dimly, out of exhaustion, not lack of desire. No wonder they hadn’t been paying attention to details. With a vague thought of closing the louvers, she moved to rise. And every single muscle she had protested.

  Beside her, Dom stirred. “Hey.” He kissed her nose.

  Delaney groaned. “Are you the one responsible for the fact that my body feels like someone worked it over with a ball-peen hammer?”

  He grinned. “I seem to recall someone telling me to stop being careful.”

  “That didn’t mean you had to listen.” She stretched, though, as satisfied as a cat full of cream. “Okay, it was worth it, even if I am permanently lame.”

  He stroked his hand down her torso and she shivered at the feel of his hand on her bare breast. “I think you’ll survive.” He bent to take her nipple into his mouth. “We just need to get you into a hot shower with someone who knows how to handle a bar of soap.”

  “Would that someone be you?”

  “Why don’t you come on in and find out?”

  He drew her up off the bed, led her into the bathroom, where he turned on the water.

  “Hot,” she said. “As hot as it can get.”

  “I don’t think that’s very. They don’t bother with it. Most people keep it cool.” Dom lathered up the soap as Delaney stepped gratefully into the steaming stream. “Now about those sore muscles,” he said.

  And his slippery fingers slid between her legs.

  THERE WAS A LOT TO BE said for hot water, Dom thought later, as they walked out of the bathroom.

  Delaney lay back naked on his bed. “Mmm. I’m feeling almost human. You know, if they put this in the brochures, they’d be mobbed with guests. Ten days, nine nights, world-rocking sex guaranteed.” She yawned. “That gives me, what, another seven nights?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “Six?”

  “Try two. And a half,” he added. “I fly out Sunday.”

  “Sixteen years you wait to give me bang-the-headboard orgasms and now you’re leaving? You don’t get to be the one to leave again.” Underneath the pout was a hint of real reproof.

  And nobody could be unhappier with the situation than him. “I don’t have a choice. I’ve been here a week already. You should have gotten here earlier.”

  She rolled over onto her belly. “Better late than never.”

  “Better than most things I can think of.” He sat beside her and stroked his hand down her back, tracing the groove of her spine, sliding up and over the rise of her ass. “How’s your condom supply holding out?”

  “I’ve got more back in my room.” She leered at him. “Want to come search with me?”

  “Maybe. What do you have planned for today? I figured maybe we could hang out.” He kept his voice light. She was there with friends. She might need to spend the day with them. She might have been going on some kind of tour or activity, in which case, he’d do his best to tag along, even if it meant swimming with dolphins.

  Although he drew the line at shopping.

  “I was planning to lay on the beach, drink, maybe learn the merengue. What have you got to offer?”

  He leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss on her bare ass. “Besides the obvious?”

  “Besides that.”

  He moved around behind her and began to spread her legs apart. “Let me think.” He licked the inside of her thigh and watched the goose bumps form. “Eric’s diving again today but I wanted to go see Tulum. You could come with me.”

  “Tulum? The Mayan ruins?”

  He nuzzled her. “They’ve got a pyramid there. Not quite as big as the one at Chichen Itza, but it’s right on the beach. We can rent a car.”

  At that, she perked up and scrambled away from him. “Only if I can drive.”

  “Why does that thought make me nervous?”

  She pulled her dress on over her head. “I don’t know why it would. I’m a very moderate driver, I’ll have—”

  He tugged her into his arms and fastened his mouth over hers. “I don’t think you’re moderate at anything,” he murmured against her lips. “It’s one of the things I like about you.”

  “Oh, really,” she said breathlessly. “You want to tell me a few more of those things?”

  “The fact that you’ve got absolutely nothing on under that dress?”

  “It’ll give you something to think about on the way over to my hotel. Now about the rest of those things.”

  “Come with me to Tulum and I’ll tell you.”

  “Let me drive.”

  He reached out to pick a ten-peso coin off the bureau. “We’ll flip for it.”

  “I STILL THINK THAT WAS a two-headed coin,” Delaney grumbled as they headed down the bleached concrete highway that led to Tulum. On either side of the road rose the low, green tangle of palmetto jungle, broken up with the occasional brightly painted bodega or gas station.

  “Do you think I’d do anything so devious as use a two-head
ed coin on you?”

  “Heck, yeah,” she shot back.

  “That’s slander.”

  “I don’t think it’s slander if it’s just the two of us. I think then it’s merely an insult.”

  “After all I’ve done for you, you insult me?”

  She regarded him with a raised brow. “I’ve done a few things for you back.”

  “True. So I’ll ignore the insult.”

  “And let me drive home?” she asked, surfing her hand in the slipstream outside the window.

  “We’ll see.”

  “The ultimate parents’ line. You sure you don’t have kids?”

  “Positive.”

  “You drive like you’ve got kids.”

  “I drive like I’ve got a vehicle that can barely stay running,” he corrected.

  “It is kind of shaky.”

  “These old Bugs are like that.” They’d rented a rust-dappled blue Volkswagen that looked as if it had done more than its time on the roads. And sounded it.

  “Eighty kilometers an hour,” Delaney read off the road sign. “How fast is that in American?”

  Dom thought. “About fifty.” He reached out to slide a hand down her thigh.

  “Careful. You don’t want to get a ticket for reckless driving.”

  “Why do you think I made sure you wouldn’t be behind the wheel?”

  Delaney folded her arms and scowled. “Just for that, no blow jobs in motion.”

  “I’d rather have one while I can give it my full attention, thanks.” He squeezed her thigh. “Especially coming from a master like you.”

  “Well, at least you appreciate me.”

  “Devoutly,” he assured her. “I’ll be happy to demonstrate at first opportunity.”

  “You already spent the morning demonstrating after we found my condoms.”

  “I took it as a challenge. Relax. It’s still early afternoon. We’ve got a few hours yet.”

  The village of Tulum was bigger than she’d expected, a collection of hotels and shops and restaurants clustered around the highway. And the ruins were purely and simply magical.