by Marie Harte
“Am I game?” He gave a harsh laugh, drained the rest of his beer, and stood. “Baby, I’ve been hard since you texted me back earlier. I keep thinking about Saturday. Hate to break it to you, but I don’t normally bang a woman against a wall at a party. I’m not into public scenes.”
She noticed he wasn’t joking about being hard. A huge bulge distorted his jeans. “So, ah, the bedroom?”
He glared down at her.
“What did I say? You look angry.”
“No, this is my sex face.” He gave a menacing grin, and she grew immediately wet. “Here’s the deal. I have a box full of condoms in the bedroom. You say no, we’re done. I don’t play around. You want it rough, you tell me you want it rough. I want to see you naked. I want to eat you out and swallow you down when you come. And I don’t think one time is going to be enough. You okay with that?”
She nodded, unable to speak. When Gear took charge, he took charge.
“Great. So you going to nurse that thing or what?”
She slammed the rest of her beer, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and stood. “Let’s go.”
They walked down the hall to his room in silence, and Sadie felt as if she’d become a combatant in some weird game. Gear radiated intensity, and she felt a little discomfited. She’d been with men before. Hell, she’d been with Gear before. But he seemed so much bigger, so much…more…somehow, right now.
Once in his bedroom, he closed and locked the door behind him. “Sorry. Habit,” he apologized. “I’m the oldest with two nosy siblings.”
She understood that. She watched him light a few candles. “Nice.”
“I can do romance. Sometimes.” He winked at her, and everything was okay again. “Now strip, Xena. Let’s see those weapons you were hiding Saturday night.”
She chuckled. “I’d say you were the one with the big gun. Have to say, I was impressed. You filled me right up.”
He groaned. “Quit talking before I come in my pants.” So saying, he stripped off everything but his boxer briefs. And wow, was he a sight to see.
Gear had definition everywhere. Thick thighs, that sculpted V-shape from a muscular torso. His biceps were twice the size of hers, his forearms huge like his hands. This was a man who worked with his body for a living. She studied the tattoos on his left arm, from his wrist to his shoulder.
“Pretty.”
He made a face. “Please. Not pretty. Sexy. Tough. Handsome. Pretty is for wimps. Now quit stalling and get naked.”
“One thing I have to know. Are the condoms to prevent a baby or disease?”
He wiped a hand over his face. “Does it matter which if I’m wearing one? But to answer your question, I’m clean.” He gave a mean grin that turned her on even more. “Always wore one with my ex too, because I wouldn’t have put it past her to try for a kid to keep us together.”
“You don’t like kids?” She toed off her shoes and socks.
“I like ’em well enough. Plan to have some after I get married. But not before.” He nodded at her. “Can you hurry up? I’m hurting over here.” He palmed his erection. “I might implode if I don’t get some relief.”
“Why didn’t you say so?” She whipped off her shirt and shucked out of her jeans. But when she started to unhook her bra, he shook his head.
“No.” He stared at her, muttered under his breath, then stepped close. “If I’d known you were wearing that under your clothes, I totally would have eaten you before the pizza.”
She smiled. Her decision to wear the red lace panties and bra set had panned out. Sadie liked the little luxuries when she could afford them. Expensive soaps. Truffles. And pretty lingerie. But other than that, she was a fairly plain person.
Fortunately, Gear liked both the plain and the luxury. So far, so good. The same excitement she’d felt for him on Saturday she totally felt right now. It wouldn’t take much for her to climax, especially when he watched her like that, touched her like that.
His hot hands gripped her shoulders, but he held back from doing more than looking. “This has to last. You’re not going home for a while.”
“Put up or shut up.”
He barked a laugh and looked her over some more. “So why ask about the condom? I’m wearing one, so that’s good, right?”
“Well, if you had some problem other than not wanting to make a baby, I wouldn’t want to go down on you, would I?”
He seemed to stop breathing. In a thick voice, he said, “We’ll get to that later too, hmm?”
Then he kissed her, and her world spun, sparkles of color and feeling swirling behind her lids as she moaned and tried to press closer.
He controlled the kiss, the embrace, and her with his strength, which she found impossibly sexy. The kiss moved from her mouth to her cheek and then her neck. He sucked the spots that sent tingles throughout her body then zinged straight to her sex.
When Gear’s chest grazed hers, she sucked in a breath, exquisitely sensitive.
“Oh yeah. You have great tits,” he rumbled. “A kickin’ ass, and that pussy. I gotta have some.”
For a man not great at romance outside of bed, he said all the right things to Sadie. She didn’t want pretty, not in bed. She wanted gritty, real desire. She leaned her head back when he sucked her throat and cupped her breast.
His thumb rode her nipple, and her arousal shot off the charts.
“Oh yeah, I need to suck these.” His hand slid down her belly, and she blinked her eyes open to find him watching her. When his fingers slid beneath her panties and found her wet folds, the heat in his gaze set her on fire. “You feel like silk. So fuckin’ hot. I’m still hungry, Sadie.”
“Me too,” she managed, stroking his firm shoulders.
He continued to watch her as his thick finger slid inside her. She closed her eyes.
“No, watch me.”
She opened her eyes and saw his intensity as he started fingering her, thrusting that digit in and out. “I’m so wet,” she admitted.
“I know. Jesus, you’re fine.” He kissed her again, this time fucking her mouth with his tongue while his finger made her hotter and hungrier for the rest of him.
Just as she teetered on an orgasm to end all orgasms, he pulled away.
She moaned and reached for him. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t move.”
She froze at the harsh command.
Gear put his hands on her waist and slid her panties down, holding each foot so she could step out of them. He kissed her, right between her legs, and sighed, before continuing up along her belly. He stood and removed her bra, letting it slide down her arms slowly.
He shook his head, not saying anything. But then, he didn’t have to. She read the approval on his face and in the tense body so close to her own. He palmed her breasts, kissed each nipple with a reverence that surprised her, then moved up to kiss her mouth. He pulled her body to his, and the press of skin to skin made her tremble as she returned his desire.
They were moaning and panting, touching each other everywhere. Sadie grazed his abdomen and sought the heat of him lower, clutching that thick rod through his underwear. He was wet and long and so damn thick.
“I want you,” she said and pulled back to see his face. “Get naked, Gear.”
His heavy-lidded eyes and raspy breath pleased her, as did his hand stilling her own, his grip powerful. “I take these off, I’ll fuck you and come too quick. I want to take my time.”
“I’m close to coming. Don’t take too long,” she whined—and hated herself for sounding so needy.
But Gear smiled. “Get on the bed.”
She did, watching the shadows and candlelight filter over a face too brutal to be called classically handsome. Yet he compelled all the same. She wanted to lick him all over. And by the direction of his gaze, he had the same thought.
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sp; “Gear?”
“Time to eat, baby.” He smacked his lips and gave a deep chuckle. “Now spread those pretty thighs wide and enjoy.”
Chapter 6
Gear couldn’t believe how hard he was. Or how much he wanted to watch Sadie come. To hear her beg and plead, his name on her lips.
He saw nothing but loveliness as he stared at her. So long and lean, muscular yet soft under his roaming hands. She squirmed and tugged and ran her foot along his shoulder. Her low moans were music to his ears.
He wanted to suck and kiss every part of her. But that would have to wait. He removed his underwear finally, unable to stand having it against his skin. Then he settled between her legs and blew a breath over her pretty pussy.
She had a strip of dark hair over her sex, but her folds remained bare, slick from her cream, her clit full and ripe. Begging for a taste.
He spread her with his hands and blew another breath over her. She moaned and shifted, then arched up, so close to his face he could dart out his tongue to touch.
“Please,” she begged. “I’m so close.”
He answered with a kiss, and the taste of her went straight to his head. He took her clit between his teeth and gently bit down, overjoyed to hear her cry out his name. He licked and sucked, nothing but his mouth over her. And damn, she was wet. As excited to have him as he was to fuck her.
Thinking he should have put a condom over himself before starting this, he could only hope he wouldn’t embarrass himself and come before he could put himself inside her. He groaned and continued to tongue her, clutching her hips to keep her still while he lapped up the taste of ambrosia. Fuck, he could do this for hours. So damn good.
She clawed at his shoulders, humping his face, and he attacked with greater intensity. The amusing thought that the warrior woman underneath him would fight for her orgasm made him want to smile. And made him want to fuck the fight out of her.
“God, Gear. I’m coming. Right now,” she moaned as he licked and put more pressure on her clit.
She cried out, a rush of honey coating his mouth, and he devoured her until she shuddered and pushed him away.
“Too much,” she rasped, overcome.
He kissed her thighs, gave her a moment, then kissed her clit again. He had to lick her, to take her inside him once more, loving her scent, her taste.
When he finally raised himself to his hands and knees, he saw her dazed smile.
“I think I died.” She flopped her arms back, bringing attention to her beautiful breasts. Perky, full, and just the right size for her frame, they demanded a few kisses of their own.
He crawled up her body, still not speaking, and gave her breasts the attention they deserved.
“Gear,” she breathed, stroking his hair and making him crazy. His cock dragged along her belly, the greedy thing more than ready for some respite. “When are you going to fuck me?”
He pulled away, breathing hard, and managed a “Now” without losing it. How, he had no idea. He’d never been so hard.
He sat up on his knees and saw her attention on his erection. With no time to waste, he dove into the drawer and fished out a condom.
“Wait.”
He froze. If she said no after all she’d put him through, after tasting so damn good and being so incredibly responsive, he might cry.
“Let me.” She scooted out from under him and took the condom. She had it in hand, then surprised him by lowering, belly down, on the bed.
“What—?”
“You need to get cleaned up first.” She shocked him by licking the tip of his dick, then sucking the head.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he gripped her hair to hold her still. But the damn witch used her tongue. “Stop before I come down your throat. Stop,” he growled, desperate for relief but wanting his first time to be inside her.
She pulled away and smiled. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.” The mischievous look in her eyes had him laughing and swearing. She laughed with him and, true to her word, had the condom on quickly with minimal fussing.
She leaned close to kiss his lips, and he wondered if she liked tasting herself on his mouth. He thought it the sexiest thing to know she’d tasted his cock.
Without waiting another moment, he manhandled her onto her back and mounted her. “I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t. I didn’t.” She yanked him down for a kiss, her tongue making him insane. “Fuck me.”
He couldn’t wait a second longer. Especially knowing how wet she was. He’d come to the end of his ability to hold back. Gear moved between her legs, stared into her eyes, and entered her with one deep, hard thrust.
She gasped and arched up, into him. “More.”
He grunted and began fucking her. Nothing gentle or timid about it. He needed to give her what she’d been asking for. And it didn’t take him long. He was harder than he’d ever been, so it made sense that his orgasm would be as intense.
“Coming,” he warned, barely able to remember speech. “So hard.” He groaned and growled as he fucked her, and then he was there. At heaven’s gate, as he shoved one final time and spent. He jetted into that damn condom, unable to get deep enough inside her.
For a minute he saw nothing but black as pure bliss settled over him.
Then he was aware of her petting him, stroking his shoulders, his hair, while he inhaled her scent at the crook of her neck, bent over her, shuddering.
When he could function again, he pulled his head back and saw her smiling up at him. Something broken in him felt whole again. And he smiled back.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” He pushed her hair back. “I think I died too.”
She laughed. “Died right inside me. You are so big.” She sighed. “Man, I hit the jackpot.”
“Me too.” He kissed her, needing to pull out but loath to leave her. So he kissed her some more. She started to move under him in a way that told him she was ready for round two. “Hold on.”
He left to dispose of the condom and returned, sliding on top of her once more.
But Sadie wasn’t having it. She shoved him onto his back and straddled him. Not so stupid he couldn’t see the advantage in this position, he let her run her hands over him while he stared up at the nicest breasts he’d ever seen.
“I know. Smaller than you’re used to, huh?” She grinned.
She didn’t seem fishing for a compliment, but he gave her one anyway. “Better than any I can remember.” He cupped her, and she bit her lip, a soft moan escaping. “You are fuckin’ amazing. I love your tits. Your pussy. Your mouth.” His cock jerked, waking up again. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be ready to go again.”
“Oh goody. You’re not a one-time wonder. No, make that a two-time wonder.” She pinched his nipples, and his cock gave another twitch under her. Nestled against her slick pussy, he wouldn’t have far to go before entering her.
“Ah, better put a condom on just in case.”
She smiled and grabbed one. But instead of putting it on him, she moved aside and played with his dick. Stroking the semi-hard shaft, then grazing his balls. She cupped and petted him, and he watched her single-minded focus with pure pleasure.
“Have I told you how much I love your body?” She stroked him, small pumps that woke his dick right the hell up. “You’re so hard all over.”
“Mmm. You make me that way.” Hell, he sounded like one of his mufflers, low and grumbly. But it was as if his vocal cords needed a restart.
“I mean, you obviously have muscle. But not too much. You’re not a beefcake or gym flunkie.” She snorted. “Those guys have to be compensating for something.” She had yet to take her gaze from his cock. “But not you.”
“Sadie…” He closed his eyes and bucked into the mouth over his dick. “I think you have an oral fixation,” he said hoarsely. “Thank yo
u, God.”
She laughed around him, then started blowing him. When she stopped after getting him hard again, he swore.
She gave him one final kiss and pulled completely away. “Sorry. I was playing.”
“Play some more.”
“Well, I’m not as talented as you are. Because your mouth is just sinful.” She sighed and lay next to him, still caressing his body while he lay like a lump, unable to do more than bask in her touch. “I thought maybe the first time was a fluke. I came really hard. But you proved it wasn’t just a lucky night for me.” She leaned over and sucked his nipple into a tight bud.
He’d had enough. He yanked her on top of him, her knees on either side of his head.
“Playtime’s over.”
“Well, how about we do some mutual kissing? That way we can save some condoms for later.”
“Wow. Great minds really do think alike,” he teased, staring up at her sexy, sexy body. “Hurry up and turn around, and be prepared to swallow a mouthful.” He waited, tense, for her to disagree. But his girl didn’t protest a bit. Instead, she took him down, all the way down, her expertise with oral something he’d one day write a poem about. And Gear didn’t do poetry.
Then all thought left, and Gear did nothing but her.
* * *
Sadie was in a daze for the rest of the week. Everything reminded her of Gear. Elliot begged for details, but she’d only tell him Gear’s shoe size did indeed fit the man. In all ways. To which Elliot had called her a lucky bitch and complained about rinky-dink Pierre. Rose wanted to know if Sadie was on drugs. Even the other employees had teased her about how nice she’d been acting to them and the customers.
Gear had texted her the day after, then called twice since Wednesday night. But Sadie didn’t know what to do. That date had been to satisfy her curiosity, nothing more. He’d been amazing in the sack. He sure hadn’t lied about that. But the clear affection, liking her for herself, and his unselfishness in bed and out threw her for a loop.
She’d answered his text briefly with a smiley face and a thank-you. But she hadn’t returned his calls. He wanted to get together again.