by Cara Hart
His lips wandered down her neck, stopping every few inches along the trail his finger had blazed to place a wet kiss to some piece of her flaming skin. With each sweep of his tongue, each scrape of teeth, her breath stuttered and heat swirled in her limbs, culminating in her pussy, which grew wetter by the millisecond. He took his time, advancing leisurely toward his stated goal, lowering his body until he knelt at her feet.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you,” he breathed against her piercing, swishing his tongue inside the little cavern, sending a streak of sensation straight between her thighs so intense her knees jolted. He glanced up to meet her eyes, a twinkle of mischief shining from his mask. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling.
“Have you?” she squeaked as his hands drifted down her legs to her ankles, then caressed a path along the backs to her knees. His fingers lingered in the crease there, stroking lightly.
“Um-hm.” He bit her gently to the left of her jeweled bar. “For so long, Elle.”
“Not that long,” she protested.
“Longer than you think,” he said against the skin on the right of her navel before nipping there, too. He lifted her left leg, steadying her on her right foot as he brought her ankle to his mouth and traced the curve of her bone with his tongue.
Elle trembled with lust, her fingers clutching his broad shoulders, digging in to maintain some semblance of balance. “Oh God, you’re good.”
“Damn right,” he chuckled as he moved upwards, his palm sliding along the length of her calf, then her thigh, his mouth close behind. A moan escaped her as he came within inches of her pussy, the swollen folds throbbing, a trickle of moisture soaking her panties.
He set her foot on the floor and she glanced down in disappointment, startled to see her skirt puddled around her right ankle and his lean fingers curling around it. “You took off my skirt.”
He grinned. “Of course.”
“I didn’t even feel it,” she mumbled, gasping when he lifted her right leg to rest on his shoulder, leaving her feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable. Sweet Jesus, she was actually allowing a stranger to touch her in ways no other man had. Elle stiffened, her eyes wide. What was she doing? She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t let him—
Her thoughts scattered when he pressed his mouth to the inside of her thigh, then moved higher and kissed her through her panties. A keening cry burst from her throat, and she ground her teeth to keep from screaming as his finger brushed against her wet pussy and pulled the triangle of her thong to the side.
“Fuck me,” he said, breathless himself. “You wax.”
Elle looked down and met his astonished eyes. A flare of recognition lit in her mind, but her fractured thoughts could not place him. For a moment, her calf draped over his shoulder, his mouth paused six inches from her aching cunt, the world shrieked to a halt.
Then he leaned forward slowly, his tongue extending to trace over her needy folds, the rasp of it nearly making her come. His gaze never left hers as he proceeded to reduce her to a quivering mass of pleasure, tingles and zings shooting through the weakened muscles of her thighs and belly. She broke the stare, disappointment over her lack of control overwhelmed by sensation, when he simultaneously suckled her clit and drove two fingers into her weeping sheath. Her knees buckled, and she would have fallen to the floor if he hadn’t held her steady with his free hand. Hips writhing, she tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him tightly to her as he continued to lap her cream, her eyes squeezing closed as she pressed her head back against the wall. Strangled moans escaped her throat more frequently with each pass of his tongue.
He fucked her with his fingers, varying the speed and depth, until she ached to be filled with him, with something thicker and harder, with his cock.
“Oh God,” she whimpered. “This is so good—but I need—I need...”
After a particularly hard thrust, he pulled back, his thumb coming up to replace his mouth. “What do you need, baby?”
“This—you—more...” Mind blank, all she could utter were single words, unable to complete a coherent thought. “God, I can’t...”
“You like this?” he growled, and she shuddered as his fingers slid slowly up into her pussy. Her thighs spasmed at the feel of his stubble scraping along the crease, nuzzling her bare mound. She’d had no idea it could feel so good to be touched there when she’d made the rash decision to go for a Brazilian. But the pain of the procedure just might have been worth the sensations now.
“Yes...”
“What about this?” he murmured, spreading her apart and shoved the length of his tongue into her vagina, rotating it as he thrust his separated digits in tandem.
“Oh my—” Sparks burst behind her eyelids as ripples began through her lower body, expanding and contracting in widening circles of ecstasy, until her entire frame shook with rapture.
She was gorgeous.
It was a simple word, a superlative, true, but not nearly enough to describe plain Jane Eleanor McLaren in the midst of an orgasm. Watching her come, seeing her muscles twitch, feeling her cunt hug his fingers, Eddie wondered if he hadn’t always known that she would be this magnificent. If somewhere in the back of his mind, he hadn’t realized that the images of her he’d pictured while massaging his cock in the middle of the night would pale in contrast to the truth of her.
Of Elle.
Flushed and sated, she relaxed against the wall, her leg falling from its position at his shoulder even as he continued to stroke his tongue gently along her plump feminine flesh. With one last swirl over her swollen clit, he rose, dragging his fingers from the tight sheath that housed them. He waited until she opened her eyes, wonder mixed with the sparkle of pleasure, before he deliberately held her gaze and sucked his sopping digits into his mouth.
Her eyes widened with a flare of lust. Eddie’s lips curled slightly at the corners as he withdrew his fingers with a pop.
“You taste like the freshest spring morning.”
The blush on her cheeks deepened. “I—I don’t know what to say.”
“You can say whatever you want,” he murmured, pressing her naked body back against the wall, his hands flat beside her head. His nipples, already hard, brushed against the rough lace of the bra she still wore. A few tendrils of her hair had come loose from their confinement and wrapped around his wrists, almost as if they wished to hold him captive. It would have been an easy task to escape the bindings, but he found, to his astonishment, that he was perfectly at ease with being Elle’s hostage.
A bolt of something unidentifiable ripped through his chest.
Ignoring it, he shifted so his groin was cradled in the vee of her thighs. The heat of her scorched him even through his leather pants, and it was all he could do to refrain from jerking them off and burying his throbbing cock inside the damp haven he knew awaited him. But any further intercourse had to be her choice. He didn’t intend to force sex from her because he’d gotten her off.
He may have dreamed of fucking her into oblivion, but the reality could only come at Elle’s instigation, not his.
Her hands crept up to almost tentatively land on his pecs, her long fingers brushing down his sides to settle at either side of his waist. She pressed her face into the curve of his neck and bit gently. His hips jerked at the slight pain and he grinned.
Perhaps he’d unleashed the tiger from the pussycat. And that was a marvelous thing, indeed.
“I want—” Her voice cracked with hesitancy and she drew in a deep breath, then wrapped her arms around him to clutch his ass. “I want you inside me. Hard and deep.” She reached up to tug his earlobe with her teeth, sending shivers along his spine and causing a responsive thrust of his groin against her mound.
They both moaned.
“Do you?” he growled. “Because you don’t owe me anything.”
She stilled in his embrace, the distant beat of bass from the dance floor the only sound besides their harsh breaths.
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Jesus, he was a dumbass. He had given her an out, and from her actions, he was pretty certain she was going to take it.
Why the hell was he being so noble? Any other woman who’d offered her body to him would have been accepted immediately. But the one woman he truly wanted had granted his most secret wish, and he pushed her away.
He stepped back, gave himself the space he needed to let her walk out of the room. “I’m sorry. This was a mistake.”
“I didn’t think so,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest, oblivious to her own nudity, though Eddie was definitely not. Her rounded hips and trim waist, not to mention the bare pussy that screamed come and get me, tantalized him. He felt his control slipping. “At least, not until now.”
“You want to have sex with a stranger, and you don’t think that’s a mistake?”
“Maybe it is, but that’s my problem, isn’t it?” she asked, stepping up to jab a nail into the center of his chest, a stab he felt all the way through his heart. “All I wanted was a little fuck and chuck, just like everyone else I know does on a regular basis. Hell, my almost-brother-in-law did it up until the day he ditched my sister for a woman with a boatload of cash.”
“He sounds like an asshole.” Eddie wrapped his hand around the finger she kept poking at him, emphasizing her words like a hammer. “You really want to be like him?”
“Not particularly, but I did want to learn the nature of the draw. What made him cheat? It had to be good if he was willing to risk losing my sister.” She glanced away. “No one ever walked away from her before that.”
The devastated expression she wore sliced through Eddie’s resolve. “I’m not walking away.”
“And I didn’t retreat, did I?” Her hand dropped to her side. “Oh shit, I’m naked.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, almost. You’re cursing, too.”
Her chin lifted defiantly, despite the chagrin in her eyes. “I’m an adult. I can say whatever I bloody well want to say.”
“I just didn’t think a classy lady like you would use words like that.”
Her eyebrow lifted as she began stalking toward him. Surprised, and not a little intrigued, he stepped back until his knees hit the divan in the center of the room.
“Would a classy lady do this?” His arms closed around her as she leapt into his embrace.
Chapter Five
They fell backwards, landing on the sofa, legs tangling and hands groping as her lips fused with his. She held his head still as she ravaged his mouth, her tongue now the aggressor, darting in and out in imitation of what he desperately wanted to do to her with his cock. Blood roared through his brain, until all he could sense was her. Her hips undulating against his, her breasts pressed to his chest, her purrs of pleasure in his ear, her lips hard against his.
Their mingled panting grew harsher as he felt his cock growing even harder in his leathers, more aroused than he could ever remember being in his life. Sweet Jesus, this woman was going to be the death of him, right here in Hell.
And he couldn’t care less.
“I want to lick your cock, suck it so hard you come in my mouth,” she breathed.
He almost came right there. “God—” He swallowed. “Okay.”
She chuckled, the sound a vibration in the back of her throat. “Just okay?”
“Yeah.” He blinked at her as she sat up, running her palms down his stomach. “Okay.”
“I like a simple answer,” she murmured, her fingers fumbling at his waist, caressing his sac through his pants gently before slowly loosening the button and unzipping his fly. His balls tightened beneath her ministrations, and a shudder ripped through him as his dick popped free of its constraints.
Eddie moaned in satisfaction as relief flooded through him. Without the pressure from his leathers, his cock was free to expand in comfort.
“You’re not wearing any underwear.” She frowned.
“Nope.” He reached a hand up to tangle in her hair and pulled her face closer to his. “Is that a problem?”
“Definitely not.” Elle grinned. “I think I like that as much as you liked my waxing.”
“Mmm.” He leaned forward to press a light kiss on her lips, and was gratified to hear her breath catch. “I love that smooth skin.”
She sat straight, jerking more of her curly brown hair loose in her haste. Confusion lit her eyes as she stared down at him, her chest heaving with shattered breaths. He was losing her, he realized, but wasn’t willing to allow her foray into sexual freedom to come to such a sudden end. She seemed so determined to join the ranks of the adventurous, and he was afraid the next time she worked up the courage to proposition another guy, the man, whoever he would be, might not be as safe as Eddie was.
He settled his hands at her waist, stroking upwards to meet the lace of her bra. “Take this off, Elle. I want to see your sweet breasts.”
Indecision lurked in her eyes. She needed a push.
“Do it. Now.”
Slowly she nodded, her arms reaching behind her back at awkward angles to undo the clasp. Her full breasts bounced slightly as she dropped the peach bit of lace, elastic, and silk to the ground. Eddie’s mouth watered. Her skin was milky with just a hint of pink beneath the surface, tipped with large, round areolas and a small beaded nipple in the center of each. The dusky rose color had him licking his lips.
“You’re beautiful, Elle.” Eddie leaned up to trace the tip of his tongue around the edge of her areola and she shivered. They both gasped as she shifted above him, the sweltering wet flesh between her legs caressing the length of his cock.
“Condom—” he choked out. “Drawer in side of divan.”
She nodded and leaned down to open the little compartment that contained an array of birth control and other paraphernalia. Her pussy grazed his cock again and he hissed, the heat of her nearly as scorching as the temperature of his own arousal. Although she may have been a bit shy to be so blatantly displayed when she wasn’t caught in the throes of an orgasm, that hesitation had done nothing to diminish her lust.
Eddie leaned his head back with a silent sigh of relief.
Elle straightened, dropping an extra large orange condom wrapper on his chest. “I figured you’d need the biggest size available, stud,” she said with a leer and a wink.
He choked on a laugh. “I aim to please, milady.”
“Oh, I think you will.” She tiptoed her fingers down the crease of his abdominals, along his pubic hair, and grasped his cock. He stiffened. “In fact, I’m sure of it.”
“Jesus—”
The tip of her tongue poking out of the corner of her lips, Elle grinned and ran her palm along his length. Shudders raced through Eddie’s body as she manipulated his hardened penis, lingering over the sensitive tip, slathering the drop of fluid she found there over the thick shaft. He watched her face as she touched him, amazed at the almost feline satisfaction he glimpsed in her gaze, mixed with a curiosity he found stunning. She was even lovelier when she focused on pleasing him, on finding her own pleasure through her sexual torture.
He glanced at the mirror on the ceiling and caught his breath. The lithe line of her back, with its graceful curves at her waist and hips, was reflected over his twitching body, tendrils of her hair flowing down to the middle of her back.
“Take your hair down,” he gasped, a moment before he saw her tongue peek out to tenderly lick the tip of his cock. Eddie jerked. “Oh my God, that’s amazing!”
“Thank you.” Mischief glinted in her brown gaze before she leaned over and sucked half of his cock into her mouth.
“Christ—” he gritted between clenched teeth, the swirling of her tongue around his engorged flesh causing his hips to thrust upwards. His hands, until now fisted at his sides as he held his torso off the divan, reached blindly for her head as he fell back against the sloped crest of the sofa. Fingers entwined with her brunette locks, he could watch her alternately enveloping him in her mouth and slowly drawing away, until only the very tip of
him remained encased between her full lips.
She tortured him for what seemed like hours, until his control began to falter and he could feel the beginnings of an orgasm gathering in his balls.
“Elle, stop,” he said, tightening his grip on her hair and towing her gently away from his cock, every cell in his body protesting. His heels ground into the soft fabric beneath him in an attempt to keep her mouth around him, but he resolutely pulled her away.
“Why?” she asked, her fist coming to encircle him, pumping him even as he reached down to yank her hand off his agonizingly rigid cock.
“Because I’m going to come, baby, and I want to do it inside you.”
She cocked her head to the side. “I wanted to taste your come.”
Jesus. How much could a sane man stand? “Not this time, love. I need to feel that soft pussy around me,” he coaxed, watching the arousal grow from a burning ember to a flaring flame in her eyes. “I want that heat to milk me as I explode. I need it. You need it, too, baby, I know you do.”
“Yes...” she breathed, reaching for the packet still sitting on his chest, now damp with his sweat. She tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom slowly over his aching erection, every inch bringing a fresh pang of pleasure.
Eddie grasped her waist and pulled her higher over his cock, her fingers gripping him, lightly stroking him as she aimed. With excruciating slowness, she lowered her hips, so that he entered her a bare centimeter at a time, drawing twin moans from their throats. Finally, finally, she settled onto his lap, her hands pressed lightly on his pecs, fingers idly tracing his nipples.
Their gazes locked. She leaned down over him to brush her lips against his and his hands ran up along her spine to enfold her in his supine embrace. The new angle brought ripples of pleasure as her pussy clenched his cock, and she gasped.
He growled and gripped her hips again, lifting her, then thrusting up to meet her downward motion. Her moan trilled about the groan he uttered when they began to move in tandem, her lifting until he nearly slid out of her sweet cunt and Eddie thrusting up to meet her as she returned. Her tight pussy, so soft, so wet, encompassed his cock so fully that his world narrowed to the single focus of his eyes on hers and the joining of their bodies. Again and again, they rocked against each other, the sounds of their pleasure mixed with the slapping of damp flesh on flesh.