by Sandy Lynn
But commando was always rewarded, even if the player had guessed incorrectly. Instead of a quick kiss, she now had an excuse to give him any kiss she wanted. She couldn’t wait to taste him, to feel his tongue playing with hers. She had no doubt that he’d return the kiss.
Placing her hands on his chest, Willow leaned back slightly, careful to keep her movements and touch light. Caressing her way up his body until her arms were around his neck, she shifted her position on his lap once again. As the band began the opening chords of a new song, one of their rare slow songs, she leaned in for her kiss.
If she surprised him it was hard to tell. Seth quickly responded. He opened his mouth and immediately tried to take control of the kiss. He traced his tongue over her lower lip, tempting her to open her mouth more and allow him inside. Before he could become the aggressor, Willow took control. She slid her tongue into his mouth where it played, thrusting and sweeping with the beat of the music around her.
Her entire body could feel the throb of the music as it settled deep inside her while Seth allowed his hands to roam over her body. She felt his hands slide up and down the length of her thighs then withdraw to skim over her hips and around to cup her ass. Combined with the most delicious, knee-melting kiss she’d ever had, she had to struggle to keep her hips still, to prevent herself from dry-humping him in front of the large crowd.
As the kiss continued, she felt her body grow hotter, wetter. Almost chocking on a whimper, she craved more of his touch when he moved one hand off her ass and leisurely up her thigh, stopping just before he reached beneath her miniscule skirt. Seth’s slightly callused fingers played on her thigh and she began to make small thrusting motions, trying to entice him to continue his exploration. She came close to losing herself in the pleasure of his touch when he obeyed her silent plea, his hand slowly sliding up and down her thigh, coming close but never quite touching her where she needed him to the most.
The slow movement of his hand was a stark contrast to the throbbing beat of the music. The stark contrast of stimulus was the only thing preventing Willow from abandoning herself to the music, to the sensations he created within her and the fire that was now raging through her blood.
Their kiss ended and Willow took a deep breath. She wasn’t sure how she was going to manage the return trip to the table where her friends sat. Surely her bones had melted from his kiss, from his touch. After a few minutes, when she finally attempted to stand, Seth gently pulled her back down onto his lap.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, Seth.” The voice behind her sounded resigned.
Willow’s body tensed as the other man reminded her of their audience. She couldn’t believe how completely she’d forgotten about the his friend as Seth moved his hand beneath her skirt.
“I can see we aren’t going to get any work done tonight,” the blond continued. He seemed either unaware or uncaring of her embarrassment. “Later.”
It took a moment of intense concentration—made harder as Seth caressed her hips where he held her on top of him—before Willow remembered Seth had called the man Jason.
Nodding once, Seth let the other man know he had heard him. But Seth’s gaze never once left hers.
Turning her head slightly to try to get a glimpse of their audience, she caught Jason standing and walking away from the table. He’d left them alone.
She tried to get up again, this time a bit more confident that she wouldn’t simply fall flat on her face, thanks in large part to the quick return of reality she had just experienced. Once again he easily held her in place. Beneath her, his erection strained to press closer to her.
“Now it’s your turn, sweetheart. What are you wearing under your skirt?” Seth placed his hand below her skirt, allowing it to travel up her thigh and stopping just shy of touching her. His hands played delicious havoc on her senses as he began drawing circles on her flesh with one finger, so very close to where Willow knew she was dripping for him.
Practically moaning, it was a struggle not to begin writhing on his lap as her senses were overloaded with pleasure.
“Tell me, what will I find if I touch you?” His breath tickled her ear.
Nothing. I don’t like wearing underwear and tonight I’m really, really glad they annoy me. She closed her eyes, amazed the man wasn’t sitting in a puddle of her juices. When was the last time any man made her this hot, this horny?
“May I find out?”
This was it, the time for her to say no or call her friends over if she wanted to simply walk away from him. Looking into Seth’s eyes, she couldn’t stop herself from finding out what his touch would feel like there, on her bare pussy. It had been too long—it felt like an eternity—since she was last touched by a handsome man. Nodding almost eagerly, she let him—and the two women she knew to be watching them avidly—see that she gave her consent.
Willow closed her eyes and tried to forget about her friends. The other women were the last thing she needed to be thinking about at that moment. They may not see exactly what he’s doing, but with their dirty minds, they should be able to guess rather accurately… She was amazed when there was no accompanying embarrassment with the thought. Opening her eyes she waited for his touch.
Not for the first time since she’d picked him, Willow was thankful he had chosen a semi-dark corner to sit in. Without taking his eyes off hers, Seth moved his hand the short distance to where she was hot, wet, and thanks to her straddling his lap, open for him.
His fingers had barely skimmed her slit, stroking only the outer edges of her lips when she grew wetter. Much more of this and he really will be sitting in a puddle.
He moved his finger back and forth, caressing the outer folds of her sex as her hips flexed, encouraging him to touch more of her, to slide his finger deeper. When he finally parted her folds, barely grazing her clit, Willow’s eyes closed blissfully. Arching closer to him, she reveled in the erotic sensations he seemed to awaken in her body, gasping, praying for more.
Taking advantage of her gasp, Seth swooped down on her. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth, thrusting aggressively as he mimicked the motion of his fingers stroking and lightly pinching her clit.
Moaning deep in her throat from the pleasure of his touch, she shifted her hips against him, tilting her body slightly to allow him better access to her pussy. His attention transferring from her mouth back to her ear, Seth nibbled on her lobe as his hand continued bringing her pleasure.
Finally answering her silent plea, he easily slid one of his fingers inside of her, forcing her to bite down on her lip or moan aloud. When he added another, her head fell backward from the pleasure as her hands gripped his shoulders. Seth’s fingers thrust in and out of her, matching the rhythm of the song the band was now playing. Eagerly, Willow arched her hips to meet him, all thoughts of discretion fleeing.
Seth pressed his thumb against her, continuing to tease her clit, following the increasing tempo of the song, causing her to bite her lip harder as she lost her grip on reality.
Thankfully, as the first telltale signs of her impending orgasm began, Seth claimed her mouth. His tongue stole the moans that threatened to escape as her body tensed, pulling him deeper inside of her.
Willow was sucking on his tongue as greedily as her pussy gripped his fingers, an orgasm tearing through her body.
Burying her head in his shoulder, she sent up a silent prayer of thanks that there had been a band playing at the bar, distracting the other patrons from whatever happened in their corner of the room.
* * *
Seth was as hard as a rock beneath her. Lifting her head up so he could look into her sated eyes, he placed another brief kiss on Willow’s lips. Despite the amazing orgasm he had just brought her to, she arched into his body, as though she wanted to find out how he would feel deep inside her.
He was more than willing to show her. He was anxious to find out how her tight, wet pussy would feel milking his cock the way it tried to milk his fingers.
Looking aro
und, he thought he could always use the back office for a quickie… But he didn’t want to do that. He wanted time to savor her. Would she be willing to return to my home where I could take my time ravishing her body?
He refused to look inside her mind, didn’t want to invade her thoughts to discover what he wished to know. With her it felt somehow wrong.
Paying attention to her expression, he watched her closely as she rested her head on his shoulder, her face flushed with passion. She had blushed so prettily as she questioned him, then again when she realized Jason was still at the table while she kissed him. It had given her an air of innocence. One that quickly melted away when she’d kissed him the first time.
Her mouth tasted sweet, full of passion and honesty. If her blood tasted the same, he knew he would not wish to part ways with her after only one encounter…
No, Seth’s mind was made up. He wouldn’t insult her by taking her into the dust-covered room labeled his office, or even to a hotel. Thinking hard, he knew most women wouldn’t be comfortable telling someone they just met where they lived. On an impulse, he decided to take her to his apartment. At least then he could be sure they would have no interruptions. Especially when he drank from her. There, he would have the luxury of taking his time, of making sure her body was fully sated as he tasted every inch of her.
Without saying a word, Seth held on to her hips and stood, smiling when she pouted at the loss of his body pressed so intimately against hers. When her legs appeared to once again accept her weight, he took her hand. Leading her through the crowd, he maneuvered them toward the exit. She followed willingly. He hoped that, like him, she couldn’t wait to feel him touching her so much more. Outside of the bar, it was a short walk to where he’d parked his motorcycle. Not for the first time, he praised the convenience of the machine, knowing it would help get him to his home as quickly as possible.
Being a gentleman, Seth helped her to climb on the machine before he placed the spare helmet on her head. When he sat in front of her, Willow wrapped her arms around his waist. In no time the engine was purring beneath them, and they were on their way.
Another thing he loved about his motorcycle was the way a person could feel the motor purring through their body. He knew the vibrations from the engine would bring her clit humming back to life almost instantly.
Willow pressed herself tight against him. She slid her cheek back and forth against his shirt as she gently stroked his stomach. More than once Seth had to remind himself to pay attention as he drove.
He wanted her to do more, feel her body against his bare flesh, but knew it would be safer to wait until they were no longer on a moving vehicle. They would both be denied too much if he had an accident.
In no more than five minutes he’d parked the bike in an underground parking deck, dismounted and ushered her over to a waiting elevator. Climbing inside, he inserted then twisted his key into the special section of the elevator. After he pushed the button that would take them to his apartment, he returned his attention to her.
Pulling Willow close, he once again began his teasing caresses on her skin as the doors closed. There was no chance of them getting caught since the elevator wouldn’t stop until it reached his floor, but Seth wondered if the idea of being discovered would make his tempting new friend wetter.
Sliding his hands under her shirt, he effortlessly unhooked her bra. Pulling the silk and lace item apart, he slipped each strap off her shoulder and, with Willow’s help, down her arms. Once the barrier was removed, and her bra tucked safely inside the pocket of his jeans, he reached back under her shirt and cupped her breasts. He moved his thumbs back and forth, teasing her nipples until they were tight buds and Willow was leaning into his hands, eager for more.
Chapter Two
Willow watched in shock as Seth knelt on the elevator floor in front of her. Lifting her shirt, he kissed one erect nipple before shifting to the other, circling it with his tongue. Sucking the already tight bud into his mouth, he looked up into her face.
She knew desire was written all over her expression. How could it not be with the things he had done—was doing to her body?
A very low moan escaped her throat as he teased first one breast then the other. Her breasts ached with desire. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait to feel him inside of her. Back and forth he altered his focus, making certain each breast received equally lavish attention.
After what felt like an eternity, the elevator finally stopped, bringing Willow back to reality once again. How was he able to make her lose herself so completely? Never before had she become so wrapped up in what was happening to her that she’d forgotten completely about her surroundings. Yet Seth had managed to make her forget everything but him twice that evening. What if there had been another stop, and another person—or couple—had joined them inside the small car?
Seth stood quickly and, without warning, picked her up. The feel of his arms so strong around her forced her to forget her previous embarrassment. He carried her through the apartment, not pausing to show her anything, but she didn’t mind. She was too entranced with this man who wove such a spell on her that she didn’t bother to look around and see what his home was like.
In what felt like a few short seconds, she was standing on her own again. Glancing around, she saw she was inside of his bedroom, by a bed that—when she turned to look at it—she noticed was decadently huge.
Watching him avidly, Willow felt her mouth water as Seth pulled off his shirt, revealing a well-muscled chest with just the right amount of hair covering it. She wouldn’t feel as though she were in bed with a bear, but there was plenty for her to twist her fingers in as she enjoyed nibbling on his nipples. Sitting on the bed, Seth removed his shoes next. Willow looked back up at his face, desire still coursing through her. She was surprised to find his steady gaze on her, as though he were gauging her reaction to him.
Reason once again tried to intrude on her pleasure. How did things get this far this fast? Is this really what I want? Questions assailed her as she pondered the wisdom of allowing things to move so quickly. She wasn’t used to jumping into one-night stands.
After the unbelievable orgasm he’d given her in the bar, surrounded by people, Willow was sure he was a talented lover. No one had ever made her feel that way while in a crowded room before. Never before had she been even remotely tempted to leave a bar with a man she had just met.
Her gaze feasted on what she could see of his bare body as he stood, and the sensible side of her wondered if she should put a stop to things before his mouth made her forget everything but him once more.
Her gaze followed the trail of soft brown hair leading down to the waistband of his jeans and she licked her lips. Seth paused, grasping the button, ready to open his pants or possibly to stop if she were to give the slightest protest.
Sensing his hesitation made her decision easier. Tonight she would forget she was the mature sister. Tonight she would be immature and selfish, taking what she wanted. And she wanted Seth. She gave herself permission to have fun and not to question every minor action, to do things that she would typically be entirely too embarrassed to try. Walking over to him, she eased his hands away from their position then unbuttoned his jeans herself as she rose to her tiptoes to place a tender kiss on his lips.
Pulling slightly away from him, she easily played the part of temptress when he tried to coax her into a deeper kiss. Tugging his jeans low, she felt them fall off of his hips. Taking a single step back, Willow admired the body now bared completely to her.
Her eyes widened as she stared at him. Having him beneath her, erect but still fully dressed, had not prepared her for just how blessed he was down there. He was huge! His cock was long, thick and hard, and it looked as if it were ready to attack.
His body is truly amazing. To let a body like this go to waste is shameful.
Stepping closer, she allowed her fingers to skim down his hard body. She was unable to feel so much as an ounce of
spare fat on him. His muscles tensed beneath her light touch. Finally taking his erection into her hand, she stroked the velvety flesh while he looked down at her.
She felt powerful and seductive. A smile tilted Willow’s lips. Lowering herself to her knees on the hardwood floor, she licked the single fat drop of moisture from the silky tip.
Seth’s groan of pleasure encouraged her to continue. Guiding his cock to her lips, she traced the head with her tongue before sucking him into her mouth. She stroked him that way for a few moments, her tongue moving against the soft underside as he withdrew from her. Willow was careful to savor any moisture that escaped him. She whimpered when his hands stopped her ministrations.
“Ah, sweetheart, if you keep that up we’ll both be disappointed,” he told her. His voice was husky with desire as he pulled himself from her mouth while she pouted.
Pulling her up his body, Seth kissed Willow’s bottom lip, taking it into his mouth, ruining her pout. When the kiss ended, her shirt was off and thrown somewhere—she believed it was across the room. Her shoes and miniskirt soon followed. She wasn’t sure exactly how he managed to strip her so quickly, unable to process much of anything other than the assault on her senses. She wondered if the pleasure portion of her brain was being overloaded.