She followed that flush with one hand, brushing her fingers over her distended nipples, biting her lip to stifle the moan that bubbled in her throat. Her hand continued its journey, sliding against her stomach, tangling in the pale red curls that covered her mound, fingers dipping into the hot, moist heat of her folds.
It felt so good, so utterly decadent to search her body without restraint, to imagine her hand was not her own but a lover’s. A possessive, masculine hand that would claim her, own her, make her body react in ways she hadn’t realized possible.
Colin McNamara’s hands fit that description perfectly.
Her eyes closed at the thought of him standing in front of her, his big hands roaming over her body. She searched her wet center with tentative fingers, brushing against her sensitive clit, imagining a long, thick finger touching her there. White-hot lightning whipped through her body at the contact and she rubbed again, her orgasm already starting deep within her.
The stones trembled against her skin and she paused, shocked. She knew they held some kind of power but she hadn’t expected them to take on a life of their own! She could actually feel them move, pulse against her, within her, and without conscious thought she plunged a single finger deep inside her channel, thrusting in and out in a slow, steady motion. Her pussy was so soaked she could hear her finger move, could feel her inner walls suction against her finger.
Oh God it feels so good…
Weak with desire, she opened her eyes, searching for a chair, something to collapse on before she fell writhing to the floor.
Grabbing the tiny wooden chair that sat behind the counter, she placed it in front of the mirror, watching herself in fascination as she sat down and slowly spread her legs. She’d never really looked at herself down there before. Now she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Her deep pink folds opened up like a flower, glistening with her juices, the fleshy nub of her clit protruding from its protective hood. Lovely. She rested her hand over her pussy and shuddered, her fingers combing through the wiry hair there. Mmm, so close. She had brought herself to orgasm many times with her own hand but never this fast or intensely. She wanted to savor it, wanted to make it last but she grew impatient, her body taking over as if she couldn’t control herself.
Slipping first one, then another finger into her tight hole, she cried out, rubbing her thumb over her clit once, twice. Within seconds, she shattered with the most exquisite orgasm she’d ever experienced.
Hannah thrashed on the chair, rubbing her pulsing clit with the heel of one hand, pinching a nipple hard with the other. She moaned with pleasure, her entire body racked with spasms, her pussy clenching repeatedly around her thrusting fingers. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after delicious wave washing over her, radiating through her sharp spikes of power.
“Oh God,” she breathed when it was finally over, opening her eyes to stare at her reflection in amazement. She’d never indulged in something so intense before.
She’d never seen herself look so beautiful before, either. She thought she’d looked different when she’d first slipped the necklace on but now—oh my. Now she was a ravished, sexy woman. A woman with determination in her eyes and a sexy smile on her face.
The complete opposite of her usual shy, withdrawn self.
No, this woman appeared ready to conquer the world. Ready to go after what she wanted and actually get it.
A wicked laugh escaped her and for once, she didn’t try to repress it. She grinned at her reflection, cupped her full breasts in the palms of her hands and spread her legs wider, enjoying what she saw.
She only wished she had someone else to enjoy what she had to offer. Someone like Colin McNamara.
Her pussy flooded with moisture at the mere thought of the man and she squeezed her breasts tightly, thumbs moving to flick at her nipples. She knew a man like Colin would know exactly what to do with her. Suck her nipples until they were wet and aching from his mouth, rain kisses all over her skin until she was writhing with need. Bury his face between her legs and tongue-fuck her until she came all around him.
“Oh yes,” she whispered, a hand slipping down once more between her legs. She pretended it was Colin’s hands, could actually see Colin’s sure fingers as they searched her, fingered her, plunged deep within her…
And just like that she came again, this orgasm just as intense as the first. She nearly fell off the chair, so overcome by the delicious quivering that radiated throughout her entire body.
She laughed again and pushed her hair out of her eyes, stood and grabbed her dress from the floor and slipped it back over her head. She needed to go home and change before going to the gallery and she didn’t have much time. Realizing she forgot to put her bra and panties on, she scooped them up with a smile and shoved them into her purse, along with the invitation and a stack of business cards, and walked out into the dimming twilight, quickly locking the door behind her. There was a bounce in her step as she walked along the sidewalk toward her car, a smile on her face that caught the eye of more than one of the men who passed by her.
Hannah wasn’t even interested. Her body thrummed with awareness, her skin still tingling from the orgasms she’d just experienced. She wanted to experience more. She wanted to share this overwhelming pleasure with someone else. But not anyone would do…oh no. She had to find the one man who would take her virginity, the one man who, once he entered her body, would never want to leave again.
Colin McNamara.
* * * * *
“Oh darling, your showing is a huge success!” Dolly, the gallery owner, rubbed her hand along the length of Colin’s shoulder in an aggressive caress and he was tempted to pull away from her. Rub her touch away much like a six-year-old boy would do after a particularly gross hug from his creepy Aunt Myrtle.
“A thirty-thousand-dollar success?” He couldn’t help asking, couldn’t help the hopeful tone in his voice. Right now he’d give anything to have that much money, to be able to purchase the Virgin’s Blood Jewels and then slip the necklace around a certain woman’s neck. Watch her blossom and bloom under the power of the jewels, hopeful that she would turn her attentions on him quickly.
Throw herself at him so he could fuck her unmercifully long into the night.
“Aren’t you a funny one,” Dolly said, her fingers curling around his shoulder. “Though you never know, there are plenty of people here.”
This time he did yank himself away from her touch, clearly seeing the irritation in her shrewd gaze. The woman was practically old enough to be his mother. No way would he be interested in fucking the crabby old bag.
“I need to mingle. I know a few of my sculptures haven’t sold yet.”
“Of course, darling. Go mingle amongst your fans.”
He ignored her condescending tone and left to immerse himself in the crowd. He walked through the bustling gallery, stopping to talk with the few people who recognized him, hopeful that they had lots of money and would buy one of his pieces. Dolly drove a hard bargain though, so her cut from the showing would dip into his earnings considerably. She also had one of the most well-known galleries on the central coast, so any artist she showcased, well…word got around. He could only hope this was the beginning of many future showings.
The starving artist routine was starting to wear a bit.
“You do wonderful work, Mr. McNamara,” said a tall brunette from his left. He turned and admired the exotic tilt of her eyes, the olive darkness of her skin. She was beautiful, dripping with diamonds, and her full breasts very nearly tumbled out of the low-cut halter top she wore.
“Thank you,” he said, nodding at her courteously, trying not to let his gaze drift to her abundant chest. He didn’t want to look like a pervert but no one could miss those things just dying to escape.
“Your work is so sensuous, almost…erotic. Tell me, do you use live models?” The woman practically purred her question as she rested her hand possessively on his forearm—and he wondered what was i
n the water, causing all these women to grab him as if they owned him.
“No, I’m afraid all my pieces are from my own fertile imagination.” He extracted himself from her grip and glanced about the gallery. Prickles of awareness washed over him, his senses going on high alert and he wondered if someone was watching him.
“Mmm, I bet you do have a fertile imagination, Mr. McNamara.” The woman dipped closer and he swore he saw a shade of dark brown nipple peeking out from her top. “I wouldn’t mind having a sample of that imagination.”
A cold sweat popped out on his skin and he wondered how the fuck he was going to get himself out of this situation. Normally he would’ve taken this woman up on her offer, would’ve had his hands full of her breasts, his mouth full of her nipples in about two minutes flat.
After meeting the alluring Hannah Anderson, though…after seeing the greedy way her eyes watched the Virgin’s Blood necklace…he wasn’t interested.
Wasn’t interested in anyone else but Hannah.
“So, Mr. McNamara what do you say? Are you interested in sampling me?” The woman’s voice was laced with amusement and without a doubt, she did flash him an erect nipple, sliding her fingers along the neckline of her top and then tracing a single finger slowly around and around the naked bead of flesh.
He glanced around the gallery, shocked as shit that she had no qualms in showing her tits in the middle of a public place. Who the hell was this woman?
“Colin.”
A sweet murmur sounded behind him and he turned around, his eyes going wide at the sight before him. Hannah Anderson stood in a clingy, black strapless dress, her creamy shoulders exposed, the length of her long, long legs emphasized by the shortness of the skirt and the high-heeled black sandals on her feet. Her strawberry blonde hair hung in loose waves around her face and her dark eyes sparkled with unmistakable arousal. Her lips were ripe and red, and looked as if they’d just been thoroughly kissed.
She looked the same yet different—different in a good way. A very good way. Whereas before her expression had been hesitant and shy, now she appeared bold. Her eyes drank him in from head to toe, her little pink tongue sneaking out to stroke across her upper lip. Sultry, seductive…the entire image of her intoxicating to his senses.
Then he noticed the Virgin’s Blood Jewels sparkling around her neck.
All the blood in his body went straight to his cock, making him painfully huge in mere seconds. The overtly sexual woman with the exposed nipple long forgotten, Colin reached out a hand and Hannah took it. He pulled her close, tilting his head so that he spoke directly in her ear.
“You have the necklace on.”
“So I do.” A wet sensation tickled his ear and he realized it was her tongue. “Do you like it? I wore it just for you.”
“You look beautiful.” He didn’t want to admit that her last words touched him but they did. The idea of her thinking about him as much as he’d thought about her warmed him, leaving him with an unfamiliar feeling he didn’t quite recognize. Ignoring it, he smoothed a hand down her back, settled his palm against the lush curve of her ass.
“Thank you.” She pulled away, smiling at him. “I’m surprised to see you here.”
He cocked a brow at her. “Why? This is my showing, after all.”
“Oh!” Her mouth dropped open, those pretty, plump red lips tempting him beyond reason. He curled his hands into fists to keep from yanking her against him and kissing her senseless. “You’re the artist?”
“I am.”
“Wow.” She smiled again and leaned toward him, her soft scent surrounding him. “You’re full of surprises.”
Her whispered words in his ear had his cock ready to jump out of his pants. “So are you.”
“I’ve had six orgasms by myself since I’ve put the necklace on,” she admitted, her teeth nibbling on his earlobe.
“Really?” Talk about surprises! He could barely choke the word out, he was so aroused. Could only imagine what she looked like while she pleasured herself. Skin glowing with perspiration, nipples hardening into little red points and begging to be sucked, her fingers buried in her juicy, wet cunt.
Oh yeah.
Hannah nodded, her soft hair brushing against his jaw. “Every one of them I had while thinking of you. I want you to give me my seventh. Will you do that, Colin? Will you take me somewhere and touch me? Anywhere?”
He glanced about the room, looking for a way to escape. He needed to get out of the gallery and quick. It didn’t matter that the most important show of his career was still going strong. It didn’t matter that he needed to stick around and help sell the rest of his pieces. He desperately wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else, as long as he was alone with Hannah. His hands all over her, bringing her to that seventh orgasm, and an eighth, a ninth, tenth…
“So, Colin, what’s it going to be?” Her hand snaked beneath his suit jacket, the heat from her touch seeming to sear into his skin and permanently burn him. “Will you take me somewhere and…take me? I need to be taken, so badly.”
His restraint was pushed nearly to the edge. This woman, this very sexy, suddenly aggressive woman was meant to be his. He knew it without a doubt. He would be a fool to put her off and make her wait. With the wanton way she behaved, her leg rubbing against his, her nipples stiff beneath her dress, eyes glassy with arousal, if he didn’t act fast she may just find someone else.
“Let’s go,” he said, his voice gruff.
He took her hand and led her outside into the dark, cool night.
Chapter Four
Hannah took hurried steps to keep up with Colin’s long strides, her feet aching in the extreme high heels she wore. Her dress was so short she could feel it riding up her thighs, could feel the cool night air caress the heated damp skin between her legs and she shivered. God she wanted him in the worst way, was afraid she could orgasm right here on the street without Colin even touching her.
He stopped suddenly and turned and she collided with him, reaching out to brace herself against his broad chest. She smoothed her hands over him, felt the warm muscle that lay beneath the fine fabric of his shirt and she had the sudden urge to tear the shirt open. Watch the buttons pop and fly as she ran her fingers over the hard expanse of his chest.
“Where do you want to go, Hannah?”
“Anywhere—as long as it involves you and me and both of us naked.” She meant it. She was so hot for this man she’d shove him in a dark corner and have her way with him if she had to. It didn’t matter that she was a virgin, it didn’t matter that she wasn’t normally so aggressive. Tonight she wanted to fuck Colin’s brains out. She wanted him to fuck her brains out.
“The necklace has you pretty worked up, huh?” He ran his hands up and down her bare arms and her nipples puckered beneath her dress, aching for his mouth.
“You don’t even know how badly,” she whispered as he bent toward her and captured her lips with his.
The sizzle between them sparked and then lit aflame, consuming them as their mouths connected again and again, tongues sliding around each other’s, searching, tasting. She pressed herself against him, grinding her crotch against his burgeoning erection and he moaned into her open mouth.
“Fuck me, Colin,” she whispered, her tongue darting out to lick at the corner of his lips. “Please.”
“We’re outside on a city street, Hannah. I can’t fuck you right here.” He kissed her again, his mouth moving languidly, stealing her breath.
She broke away from him and glanced around, noticing a very dark, recessed doorway amongst the row of storefronts, hidden further by a large awning. Extracting herself from Colin, she grabbed his hand and dragged him into the entrance, hiding them from plain sight. It reminded her of a cave, dark and quiet but not entirely hidden from view.
A little thrill coursed through her at the thought of someone catching them, making her even hotter. But the street was quiet—and she didn’t care if they got caught. She had to have him. Now.
> “Someone could still see us here,” he cautioned, his arms slipping around her waist, moving down to grab her ass.
“Only if they look really hard.” Her pussy wept as she thrust against him, at the feel of his rigid cock beneath his trousers. She slipped her hand between them, cupping his length and he released a ragged breath at the contact. She was suddenly overcome with the need to sample this man, to taste him, to suck his thick hardness deep into her mouth.
“Hannah…”
“You’re so big, Colin. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” She went to her knees without hesitation, her fingers fumbling with the button at his waistband, finally popping it free. His zipper sounded loud in the quiet night and then her hands were pushing at his pants, making them fall to his knees. Her hands dived beneath the fabric of his underwear, yanking them down his legs until his cock sprang free.
“Ah shit,” he murmured, leaning against the brick wall of the building.
She curled her fingers around his cock, stared at the mushroom head. A tiny pearl of cream gathered in the slit and she licked it away, his pre-cum dissolving on the tip of her tongue. He groaned above her.
“Oh, you taste so good,” she whispered, laving him eagerly with her tongue. Salty, musky, all man…his taste, his essence was delicious. Eagerness filled her as she sucked his cock into her mouth, taking him in as deeply as she could.
“We shouldn’t do this out here,” he panted.
His protest was weak and she ignored it, concentrating on pleasuring him with her mouth. Her own sex dripped, her juices running down the insides of her thighs as she continued to suck him deep, pumping him with her mouth.
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