by Cathryn Fox
Was it really him or was she just dreaming? Had that delectable, familiar male scent simply caused her mind to conjure up the image?
She narrowed her gaze. “Tanner?” she asked quizzically, seeking verification that the man from her past had suddenly resurfaced.
He glared at her, confusion obvious in his gaze. “Do I know you?”
She drew in a sharp breath. It was him. And he didn’t remember her. She straightened her spine and swallowed. Perhaps he couldn’t see her well in the dark shadows of the room. She took a tentative step closer, providing him with a better view of her face.
“It’s me. Ally.”
“Ally?” He paused as though searching his memory. “I don’t know anyone by the name of Ally.”
Her heart crumbled like the burnt toast she’d eaten for breakfast. How could he not remember her? They’d been in love. At least she had thought they were. Was she so forgettable that the man she’d wanted to spend the rest of her life with could so easily dismissed her from his memories?
Determined to get to the bottom of it, Ally searched for an explanation. “Do you have amnesia? Or memory loss? Did something happen during your last tour of duty?”
“No,” he bit out. “You obviously have me mixed up with someone else.”
Another thought struck her and made her stomach curdle. Had somebody played with his memory? Used witchcraft on him? The only one she knew who had ever abused the craft was…Selina.
She opened her mouth to ask, but shut it when he cut her off with a glare. She had to be mistaken. Selina and Ally had been more like sisters than cousins. She recalled the way Selina had spent the night comforting her when Tanner had run off. Ally refused to believe Selina would hurt her like this. Besides, Selina’s wicked antics hadn’t started until a few years after Tanner had left town.
Hadn’t they?
“Are you going to let me down?” he asked.
“I was going to,” she replied, walking over to the table beside him to look over the contents. Lubricant, a pink vibrator, nipple clamps, two long candlesticks and a book of matches. A leather crop drew her attention. How interesting. She picked it up and ran her hands over the long, textured length of it. She wondered what kind of fun Selina’d had with that particular prop.
His body stiffened with annoyance. “What do you mean, you were going to?” he bit
Silence ensued as she took a long moment to peruse the captive man before her. Gone was the thin teenage boy she’d fallen for. In his place was a man. A man with broad shoulders and thick, sculpted muscles. A man who oozed sexuality in a way the young, high-school boy never had.
“You know, Tanner, you owe me something.” She stepped close—close enough that his scent overwhelmed her senses. Pressing the crop against his cheek, she let it slide over his neck, his chest and lower until it grazed the huge bulge between his legs.
He flinched. His eyes darkened as disbelief marred his features. “How can I owe you anything? I don’t even know you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. We knew each other quite…intimately,” she murmured.
She watched his glance leave her face and wander down her body. He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip as his eyes latched upon her breasts. Ally felt her nipples harden involuntarily under his lusty gaze. Her chest heaved as a surge of blood rushed through her veins.
“Ally…” He let her name roll off his tongue as though he were testing it, tasting it. His gaze smoldered as it locked with hers. “If I’d known you…intimately,” he said, lowering his voice, “there’s no way in hell that I’d forget.”
His warm breath caressed her face like a lover’s kiss. Her body came alive, stimulated by his bold words. A tingle worked its way down her spine. She blinked and fought to recover her voice. “Well, it seems you did, now doesn’t it?” she challenged.
He gave her a sexy, predatory grin. “Why don’t you let me down and give me a chance to sample that hot body of yours. Perhaps that will help trigger my memory.” His voice dripped with sensual promise.
She slowly walked around him, dragging the long crop over his hard body. She felt his muscles bunch. She stopped directly in front of him and looked deep into his gorgeous eyes. A sudden surge of anger and hurt welled up inside her. “Or perhaps I could leave you here and make you pay for forgetting me.”
He growled and struggled with the silken web. “You wouldn’t!” His voice sounded whiskey-rough.
When their gazes met and locked she expected to see rage. What she saw instead captivated her. Heat coiled deep in her belly as moisture gathered between her thighs. The passion that shimmered in his eyes made her breath catch and her anger recede. Her brain stalled and she had to remind herself to breathe.
“What exactly is it I owe you, Ally?” The deep timbre of his voice made her shudder.
“A prom night,” she said and pressed the crop hard against his growing cock.
* * * * *
Tanner groaned, his hips jerking foward. Fuck, that felt good. He had no idea who this woman was or what she thought he owed her, but if she kept touching him like that he was going to shoot a load off in his pants.
He though back to his senior year and couldn’t recall ever knowing an Ally. He wasn’t sure why she had brought up the prom. He’d never even gone. Never planned to. He’d always thought of it as a senseless ritual. Instead, he had met up with the guys, knocked back a few beers and then left town to join the military.
Ally reached out and swept aside a lock of his hair. When she did, he watched color bloom high on her cheeks and wondered what she was thinking. Wondered what the hell she planned on doing with that whip she clutched in her tightly fisted hand.
His question was quickly answered when Ally drove the crop between his jean-clad legs and pressed the knobbed end between his ass cheeks. He bit down on his bottom lip and forced himself not to show his reaction. Holy shit. He could hardly believe how turned on he was. When his eyes locked with hers, he was both aroused and chilled from the intensity in her gaze.
If he’d had a sexy woman like her waiting for him at the prom, no way in hell would he have ever skipped town.
With a feather-light touch she skimmed her fingers over his cheek, his lips and lower, until her hand hovered over the top button of his shirt. The feeling was erotically stimulating and every muscle in his body twitched. His heart began to pound beneath her touch.
Once again he racked his memory, trying to recall who she was. Nothing. Surely she was mistaken. Surely he didn’t know her. His gaze traveled over her face. She was beautiful—exquisite, really—with honey-amber eyes and hair the soft golden color of a wheat field. Her full breasts narrowed to a slim waist that bloomed into curvy hips. Her long sexy legs were wrapped in a pair of snug-fitting jeans. And she smelled so damn good. Like vine-ripened raspberries. Her feminine aroma was vaguely familiar, yet he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He inhaled deeply, letting her scent fill his senses.
He shook his head. There was no way he’d ever forget a woman as sexy as her. No way in hell. Especially if they’d been intimate.
When his gaze settled back on the creamy swell of her heavy breasts a tremor ripped through him. His mouth watered for a taste as his cock throbbed in response. He became acutely aware of how much his body ached for her touch.
She reacted to the tremor she felt in his body. Her fingers slipped from his chest and dropped to his cock. She cradled his erection in her delicate hand.
“Seems you might be a bit intrigued by my plan.” Her sexy voice vibrated all the way down to his toes.
He swallowed and focused on what she was doing with her fingers. “What exactly is your plan?”
She gave him a sly smile. “If I told you, that would take the fun out of it, now wouldn’t it?” When she gently squeezed his balls, he growled and thrust his hips forward. Unfortunately, the silky web prohibited him from moving too far.
“Let’s just say I think you need to be punished for breaking my
heart and abandoning me on prom night. I missed out on a night of lovemaking with you that I’d been dreaming about all year.” Mischief danced in her eyes.
“Let me down from here, Ally,” he growled. “I mean it.” When she ignored his protests he continued, “If you don’t, you’ll pay.” Perspiration beaded his forehead.
She shook her head slowly. Her eyebrows raised a fraction. “No, I don’t think so. I kind of like you this way.” She began working the buttons on his shirt. “Besides, you’re the one who’s going to pay.”
The determined look in her eyes heated his body. A tremor moved through him—from passion, not anger.
“I could yell for help.” He twisted his right hand and was surprised to find he’d somehow managed to snap the seemingly unbreakable silken bindings. He hid that information from her.
“Yes, I suppose you could.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper. She met his gaze straight on and moistened her lips. “If you wanted to,” she challenged. The heat in her eyes licked over his body.
Giving up on the buttons, she grabbed his shirt and ripped it open. The buttons popped and sprinkled on the floor. She splayed her hands over his chest and leaned in until her mouth was a breath away from his. Her fingers toyed with his nipples. He sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled a groan.
She pitched her voice low. “Do you want to scream, Tanner?” There was a little erotic whimper in the back of her throat.
He clenched his jaw. Yes. No. Fuck. How could he possibly make a rational decision when all the blood was draining from his head and settling low in his groin?
She brushed her mouth lightly over his. Her hips bumped into his thighs. Her puckered nipples pressed into his chest. A tremor racked his body. He growled, pressed his lips hungrily into her sweetness and deepened the kiss with wild abandon. The heat from her mouth scorched his soul and stirred the fire inside him. Blood pounded through his veins. Needing to touch her, he struggled against the silky web. She tasted like sex and sin and heaven, all at the same time.
Suddenly he knew there was no way in hell he was going to yell for help.
Chapter Three
Ally stepped back and took a moment to regroup. Her simple plan to arouse Tanner, leaving him unfulfilled and longing for more, the same way he’d left her many years ago, had suddenly become a little more complicated. His erotic kiss fueled her hunger and left her yearning for one of more substance. He was so beautiful, so muscular and so hard that her body came alive, just from at looking him.
The heat and energy radiating from his flesh stirred her libido. Warmth pooled in her pussy and filled her with a restless ache—an ache to feel skin against skin, to be kissed by his sensual lips, to be touched by his thick, capable hands, and to feel his growing erection stoke the fire simmering inside her.
Without realizing what she was doing, she cupped her breasts, ran her thumbs over her protruding nipples and whimpered. Her eyes connected with Tanner’s. The look on his face told her all she needed to know. Watching her pleasure herself excited him. She bit down on her bottom lip and considered that bit of information. Perhaps that could be part of her plan. To let him watch as she touched herself. To leave him hot and needy while she eased the mounting tension deep inside her slick pussy.
“Do you like this, Tanner?” Ally ran her fingers down her neck and dipped them under the thin fabric of her T-shirt. A shiver prowled through her body and turned her inside out as his burning eyes left her face and lingered on her breasts. Throwing her head back, she moaned in delight as her warm fingers connected with her tight peaks. A fever rose in her and she knew she had to find release before her entire body went up in flames.
“Let me fuck you, Ally,” he murmured, the rough timbre in his voice giving way to soft persuasion.
She looked him square in the eye. They were dark, full of lust. She sucked in a tight breath as her head began spinning. So tempting. So very, very tempting. She became hyperaware of the thick bulge between his legs. Her pussy moistened, urging her to give in to her desires. As much as she loved that idea, she knew that wasn’t part of her plan. That would give him pleasure. Shaking her head to clear it, she fought her traitorous libido, reminding herself what he’d done to her.
Blowing out a shaky breath, she tried to keep the longing from her voice. “Why do I need you to fuck me, when I have this?” She walked over to the table and picked up the long, pink vibrator.
His nostrils flared. “Because my tongue can do things to you that that device can’t.” For a brief moment she pictured his mouth buried deep inside the dark triangular patch at the apex of her legs. His tongue licking, sucking, nibbling, bringing her to previously undiscovered heights of ecstasy. Her whole body quivered as liquid desire dampened her panties.
She fought to find her voice. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he growled with a touch of arrogance in his voice. “Let me down from here and I’ll prove it.”
When she shook her head back and forth he let out a roar of frustration. Dropping the rubber cock back on the table, she closed the distance between them. She ran her hand down his smooth, tanned chest. His moist skin felt wonderful beneath her fingers. Her hand dropped to his waistband. She unfastened his button and listened to the hiss of his zipper as she drew it down. “Just to show you that I’m not totally insensitive, I thought I’d give your cock some breathing room. It does seem rather constrained behind your tight jeans.”
After she freed his erection, it sprang out from its restrictive confines, clamoring for attention. Ally gasped in surprise as her pulse leapt in her throat. He was so big, so thick. The swollen crown looked velvety soft. Her fingers tingled, anticipating a touch. Her mouth watered for a taste. Desire burned so hot in her she felt dazed. The need to touch him, to stroke her tongue over his smoothness consumed her.
Raw, primitive urges took over, and before she realized what she was doing, she dropped to her knees. She moaned and pulled his cock into her hungry mouth.
She threaded her fingers through his silky curls and cupped his heavy balls. Rocking on her heels, she pumped his cock in and out of her slick mouth. She remained nestled between his legs for a long moment, her tongue stroking and laving his engorged shaft. Lust spread like wildfire through her body as she reveled in his taste.
His low growl of pleasure brought a smile to her face. It was easy to tell he was close to erupting. Her tongue urged him on. His balls tightened against his skin, his cock swelled in her mouth, liquid desire dripping from the tip. She pulled away, leaving him teetering on the edge.
“Don’t stop, Ally. Please, not yet.” His voice was harsh, rough. He thrust his hips forward in search of her mouth.
Ally stood on wobbly legs and met his gaze. She pouted her full lips. “It seems I’ve gone and dampened my panties,” she murmured.
He began panting heavily as she backed away and unsnapped her jeans.
She shook her hair from her face and presented him with a mischievous smile. “Perhaps I should take them off.”
The heat in his eyes licked over her skin. “Yes, take them off. Take everything off,” he blurted out as he struggled to free himself. “Let me see your cunt, Ally.”
Ally seductively wiggled her backside as she slowly drew her pants over her thighs. Tanner’s tortured curses reached her ears. “Fuck, Ally, what are you doing to me?”
She kicked her pants away and widened her legs. Desire twisted her insides as she dipped her finger inside her drenched panties. She drew in a tight breath as her nail grazed her inflamed clit. “Mmmmm…” she moaned, throwing her head back as she pleasured herself.
“I’m gonna fuck you if it’s the last thing I do.” His voice was a ragged whisper.
Ally paused and looked at him. His gorgeous green eyes were dark with heat—and promise.
“You can bet on it,” he assured her. She bit down on her lip as a fine tingle of anticipation worked its way down her spine.
“Are you forgetting who’s
in control here?” She reached down and picked up the bright pink sex toy. Her eyes never once breaking the steamy hold she had on him as she stroked her hand over the bulbous head. She drew it into her mouth and licked the tip, imagining it was his cock she was suckling.
Tanner’s eyes tracked her every movement. His visual caress did mysterious things to her nerve endings. His nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw. She watched with heated interest as his chest rose and fell in a fast, erratic pattern.
Keeping her gaze locked on his, Ally took small steps, widening the distance between them, until her back was pressed against the wall. Drawing her panties down she tossed them toward Tanner. They landed silently at his feet. Tanner’s gaze dropped to her cunt. She positioned the rubber cock between her legs and opened her dewy folds, displaying the pink satiny skin of her most private flesh. “Is this what you wanted to see, Tanner?”
He gave a slow nod of his head and swallowed hard.
“You know—you could have had this on prom night if you hadn’t run off,” she murmured, lifting one leg and resting it on a nearby chair.
Tanner’s jaw went slack, his eyes smoldering, and he was breathing as though he’d just run a marathon. He mumbled curses under his breath as he struggled to free himself.
In one smooth motion she breached her slick opening. The pink toy pushed against the walls of her tight pussy. She let out a long moan of pleasure as she savored the sensation. She slid the vibrator all the way into her slick core and back out again. Her liquid heat dripped over the rubbery head. All sense of time and place was lost on her as she worked the toy in and out of her heated channel and stroked her breasts with her other hand.
Blocking her mind to her audience of one, and concentrating only on her own pleasure, she pinched her eyes tight as she drove the thick rubber cock back inside her slick pussy. She was close, so close to finding release. Her breath came in ragged bursts as her orgasm neared.
“You’re so sexy, baby.” A rich, decadent rumble of pleasure sounded from the depths of his throat.