Gypsy Love: A Gypsy Beach Novel

by Jillian Neal

Unable to believe how cute she was or how much he wanted her, he laughed. “It’s a flush, sweetheart. Would you like to take my shirt off or shall I?”

  “I think you should take off your jeans.”

  “I would, but you’re still being punished for your little sock stunt earlier.”

  She narrowed her eyes as he folded the t-shirt up over his elbows and then lifted it over his head. Her gaze never left his pecs as he flung it in the floor. The way she stared at him made him feel like a king; not that he’d ever admit that to her.

  Arley whimpered as she stared down at the hand full of absolutely nothing good for the second time in a row. She’d already given up her shirt.

  “Now we’re getting somewhere.” John waggled his eyebrows.

  “I think you’re cheating!”

  He laughed outright and offered her the deck. “Do you want to deal, my little poker princess?”

  “No,” she sighed.

  “I have four of a kind. Lose the bra, baby doll.”

  Arley scowled at him. Her breasts were rather large and therefore rather droopy. She wasn’t fond of the idea of John noticing that when she was upright her nipples were not.

  “Come on, sweetheart. Your tits drive me wild. Let me see them. And no only one cup of the bra at a time shit. I know how you think.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh as that had been her exact thought at the moment he’d called her on it. Reaching back, she loosed the three hooks, but kept her upper arms pinned to her sides to keep the bra in place.

  Concern tensed the chiseled features of John’s face. His heart ached as he realized that she was actually terrified to take off that bra. Clearly, he’d made a mistake. He was in such a damn hurry to bury his cock in her sweet little pussy he hadn’t shown her how gorgeous she was. Seeking to rectify himself immediately, he shoved the cards out of his way and scooted his body to hers.

  His hands gently caressed her slender waistline. “You are so beautiful, Arley. How can you not see that?” He sank his lips to hers and his hands gained another few inches in a direct path to her breasts. He turned his head. “Sitting there, staring at you in nothing but a bra and a pair of jeans, my God, you’re like a walking wet dream, sweetheart.” He took her hand and pressed it to the steel-hard strain bulging against the fly of his jeans. “That’s what you do to me. You make me so fucking hard I ache, and you’re the only thing that can make it better.”

  Her whimpered moan let him know that he was getting somewhere. She melted into him. Gently, he slipped the straps of the bra further down her arms with his index fingers. “Please let me see you, baby. Please. I need to see you.” Hesitantly, she extended her arms for him, and he eased the bra away from her. The voracious growl that tore from his lungs hadn’t been part of his plan, but it sure as hell seemed to help him with his cause.

  Lifting her ample breasts, he reveled in the way her flesh spilled through his fingers. He circled his thumbs over her nipples, watching her back arch and her head fall back in relent. “I need to suck you, baby. God, I need you in my mouth.”

  “Yes, please,” breathed from her lungs in a ragged pant.

  “Such a good girl for me.” He drew on her left breast and taunted her stiff nipple with his tongue. She writhed in his arms. John brought her right hand back to his rigidly swollen cock. He longed to lose his jeans, but this was all about her. He’d been selfish enough. “Keep your hand on me. Rub my cock. Feel what you do to me. Feel what happens to me when you let me see your beautiful body. Be a good girl, and see if you can’t make me leak. Then you’re gonna clean it up for me.”

  The voracity of her moan was intoxicating. He moved to her right breast, drew it in his mouth, and drowned her nipple in the fiery heat that she ignited in his body. When that simply wasn’t enough, he nipped her and then sucked away the exquisite pain he’d left behind.

  “Oh, God.” She whimpered in need. He slid his teeth gently along the ample curvature of the underside of her breast and then returned to his sucking and pulling as she rubbed him faster and with more force.

  He jerked his mouth away with a deafening growl. In a half second, he had his jeans unsnapped and his boxer-briefs pulled down enough to reveal his fiercely thickened crown. Her eyes goggled. “Clean it up.” He hadn’t meant to sound so fucking demanding, but to add to her complete perfection, she responded heatedly to his orders. “Like a good girl, baby. You did it. Now clean it up.”

  Her moan sent shudders through his tensed body. Leaning down, she swirled her tongue around his head and then did indeed lap up the pearly drips of craving desire she’d elicited from him. They’d spilled on his abs and continued to leak from his head. His right hand tangled in her hair as she gave a few light sucks. He didn’t want her to stop, but this wasn’t how he planned on coming—for the first time tonight, anyway. Forcing himself to pull away, he panted for breath and tried to direct blood flow back to his brain.

  He managed to locate all of the scattered cards. “Fair warning. Every time I see your gorgeous tits I want to suck them, so this game may be short lived.”

  Not feeling like she might be the sexiest woman to ever walk the face of the planet was an impossibility with John Rowan staring at her like she was some kind of heavenly being that he wanted to conquer. The things he said and did made absolute elation cascade in spiraling waves throughout her entire body. She’d never experienced being truly, desperately desired. It was a heady sensation. She tried to hide her slightly smug grin and willed the heat from her cheeks, but it was all to no avail.

  He’d left his jeans unsnapped. The tensed waistband of his Calvin Kleins, pulled against his chiseled abs, was extremely distracting. She tried to concentrate. Some part of her still wanted to win, but her willful side was rather fond of allowing him to be in control for a while. She’d dictated her own life right into a state of misery as of late, and every demand he made was sublime. Giving in and letting him indulge her in a night of carnal passion sounded downright heavenly. Arley debated simply stripping and begging him to direct the rest of their evening down to the most minute sexual detail.

  John watched her eyes darken, her lips swell and redden, and her nipples pucker. Fucking hell. She was too much. “What are you thinking about, baby?” His rumbled question seemed to startle her from whatever fantasy was playing out in her mind.

  An abashed grin brought heat back to her cheeks and the head of his cock revealed itself again. It all but threatened to set fire to his jeans unless it was granted another bath with her tongue.

  “Tell me, Arley. I want to know.”

  Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid pants. She stared down at the comforter, fidgeting with a loosened thread. “That I wish we would stop playing, and that you would take me and make me do whatever you want, and that you would do whatever you want to do with me.”

  “Ah hell, baby. You’re gonna make me come in my jeans.” He stood and ripped the rest of his clothes from his body just before he grasped her adorable feet and jerked her down in the bed. Cards scattered. She gasped as he loosed her jeans and dispensed with them as well. He left the silky panties covering everything he was about to devour. He shoved the entire deck of cards in the floor and brought his right hand to her mound.

  Pressing the satin against her, he primed the skin covering her clitoris. “You got these wet, baby. You didn’t mean to, did you? I just made it feel too good, but now it hurts doesn’t it? Need me to make it all better again?”

  She writhed and managed a nod.

  “Such a good girl.” He gently drew the crotch of the panties together and pulled them taught between her folds and against the hood of her clitoris. An untamed moan avulsed from her lungs.

  John leaned and swirled his tongue in a perfect circle around her hood. Then he tugged the satin against it. He whipped her into a frenzy, licking and sliding the satin against her in a constant dizzying combination. She bloomed. When her clitoris swelled against his tongue, he pulled the panties aside and rewarded
her body’s efforts. “Watch me, sweetheart. Watch me suck you.” He looped her legs over his shoulders and moved his tongue in minute vacillations over her. She leaned up on her elbows to comply with his command. He kept his eyes locked on hers, showing her the thoroughness of his care. Done with anything that distracted him from her, he lifted his head long enough to pull the panties off of her legs.

  He lowered his lips, softened his tongue, and drew on her clitoris until her sweet cream filled his mouth. Then he leaned back, parted his lips, and made certain she saw herself mixing in with his saliva before he returned to his work.

  “Oh, my God!” She shook all for him.

  “So sweet, baby. Nice and wet.”

  Her opening drew tight and her thighs locked against his jawline. The bristle of his slight beard abraded her skin as he flicked and then sucked in syncopation.

  Unable to hold herself up any longer, she fell back to the bed. Her body began to quiver.

  “Say please, baby. Ask me to let you come.”

  Sexy, sinful sounds mewled from her. She whimpered in desperation.

  “I want to drink your sweet cum, baby, but you have to say please. Beg me to bring you like a good girl.”

  “Please, please let me.” Her fingernails clawed at the sheets below her. He tensed his tongue and flicked with force, and a moment later she spilled out in his mouth. Her entire body trembled against him.

  He growled as he lapped up every drop of heavenly nectar her body provided. It was the best thing he’d ever tasted, but he wasn’t near done.

  “You ready for more, baby? You really want me to do whatever I want with you?”

  “Yes, please!” Delectation fused her plea.

  “You gonna be a good girl and do exactly as I say?”

  “Oh, God, yes,” hummed from her.

  Another hungry growl thundered from his lungs. Moving quickly, John located his jeans and pulled the scarf from the back pocket. He folded it into a perfect triangle and rolled it into a two inch band. Intrigue and fear fought for dominance in her eyes.

  “Sit up.”

  She complied, and he wrapped the scarf over her eyes. He secured it with a flat knot against the nape of her neck. “Is that too tight?”

  She shook her head.

  “No, ma’am. Tell me. I need to hear you say it. When I ask you something with the blindfold on, no nodding or shaking your head. Say the words. If you don’t like something, tell me immediately.”

  “It’s not too tight.” Her vow was a half-gasped breath. He’d removed one of her senses, and therefore just a little of her inhibitions. Her fingers trailed up her thighs. Her pussy was glistening again with her cream. He lowered his head beside her and growled quietly in her ear. “So fucking sexy, baby. I’m going to put pillows behind you.” He did as he promised. “Lay back for me. Make sure you’re comfortable.” He guided her body back. She wiggled in anticipation. “Now spread your legs. Open yourself for me.”

  She let her hands glide against her inner thighs as they fell open. When she timidly touched her own nipples in exploration, he gripped the base of his cock, warding off the imminent explosion.

  John feathered gentle kisses from her earlobe down her right shoulder, getting her used to the idea of his touch when she couldn’t see what he was about to do. A quick, audible inhalation came when he circled her right areola with his tongue. He watched chill bumps race across her fevered skin as he drew her right breast in his mouth and suckled.

  Her hand braided through his hair, holding him to her breast, pushing more of it in his mouth. She was able to think only of her own pleasure, which was the entire point of the blindfold.

  He pulled away from her right breast and nipped her left. She groaned in elation. “You like that, baby? You like it when I’m rough with you?”

  She nodded, and he pulled away.

  “Say yes or say no, Arley.”

  “Yes! Please don’t stop touching me.”

  He sank his body back beside hers, making certain she sensed that he’d changed the side of the mattress he was on. His fingertips traced down her inner thighs and barely touched the tender curls on her mound. She writhed against the pillows. He teased at her opening and watched her pussy attempt to pull his fingers inside to bring her relief.

  “I want to see you touch yourself, sweet girl. I’m going to get up and get a few things. Keep your legs spread for me and show me how you touch your clit.” He brought her right hand to his mouth and sucked her index and middle finger, providing her with the lubrication of his saliva—though her body was doing a hell of a job making its own.

  A moment of hesitation was followed by compliance. She stroked herself. He watched intently before he remembered that he’d said he was getting out of the bed.

  John made quick work of unboxing the vibrator and silently thanked whomever was responsible for it coming preloaded with batteries. A decent sized makeup brush on the bathroom counter caught his eye. A wicked grin spread across his face. Moving silently, he grabbed the brush, the box of condoms, and the lube, before he returned to the bed. He set the box on the bedside table and watched the erotic show Arley was providing him.

  A demure whimper shivered from her throat when her fingers coaxed the perfect spot.

  “That feels so good doesn’t it, baby? Let me help you.”

  “Yes, please.” She tried to remember to speak and not just nod. The compliance made him throb. He rewarded her with several soft laps of his tongue on her clit. She bucked in his face.

  He settled her hips back on the bed. “Be still and let me enjoy you.” He held her down. She gave herself over to his wishes, and he proceeded to draw another orgasm from her body with the combination of his fingers deep inside of her and his tongue on her clit.

  John pulled away and trailed kisses up her soft abdomen and over her nipples. “Tell me if this feels good.” He took the makeup brush and painted it across her breasts.

  Her head fell back, and she hoisted her cleavage outward hungry for more.

  “Tell me.” He removed the soft bristles from her skin.

  “It feels incredible.”

  “Good girl.” He swirled the brush over her nipples, watching them pulsate in stiff peaks of hunger. He skimmed the brush down her abdomen and swirled it up her thighs. She pulled them closed. The sensation was too much.

  “Keep your legs spread for me.” With the gentle touch of an artist on the most beautiful canvas, he swept the soft brush against her swollen lips, spreading the liquid heat like paint over her.

  When she was unable to remain still, he audibly set the brush on the bedside table.

  Switching on the vibrator, he touched it to her inner thigh, letting her feel the vibrations against her skin. She moaned in voracious anticipation. Slicking it with her dew, he teased at her clit with the ears of the rabbit.

  “Oh, God, that’s good.” She groaned.

  Smirking, he leaned closer. “Be a good girl and hold your lips open for me.” Again she complied readily. He pressed and rubbed the vibrator over her, watching her hands open her up all for him. She writhed immediately. Her clit throbbed and wept for more. He stared at the fevered pink entrance to her that she readily revealed. “When you come, baby, you’re gonna turn over for me, put your sexy little ass in the air, and shake it for me. Because it’s my turn as soon as I bring you.”

  Arley was quite certain she’d died and gone to heaven. She’d lost count of the sheer number of orgasms he’d so generously provided her. She was weak against his fierce strength and couldn’t recall the last time she’d felt this euphoric. Her ever-buzzing mind was finally able to focus on nothing but how insanely good he made her feel.

  The sensations were all-encompassing and completely overwhelming. She felt the next orgasm, this one drawn from a vibrator in his far-too-capable hands, take center stage as she groaned in elation. It ripped through her like a tidal wave that rose from her mound and drowned out everything that had ever gone wrong in her life.
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  “On your knees, baby. Shake that ass for me. I’m about to take you hard.”

  So caught up in the complete immersion of her body in blissful ecstasy, she’d almost forgotten his next order. More than ready to be filled with him again, she drew up on her elbows and knees. She arched her back low, felt her nipples caress the rumpled sheets below her, and did indeed shake her ass.

  John’s growl of adamant approval only added to the exhilarating sensations. She heard the tear of foil as he opened the condom. She wished she could see the way his cock throbbed for her, but a moment later she felt the heat of his hips and a slight tickle of his wiry leg hair move against her ass. “Keep your head down and press your pretty little ass back against my sac when you feel it against you.” His hands grasped her hips, and he pierced through the liquid heat of her silky channel. He brought her body back until she could indeed feel his sac slap against her.

  His guttural groans somehow created an erotic symphony that kept her body moving in rhythm with his thrusts. She pressed herself back as he ravaged her. This time he wasn’t gentle. He left no room for doubt that she might not be wanted. He claimed every inch of her and took more with each pass.

  “All mine. You’re fucking mine. Say it.”

  “Yours.” She panted in ecstasy.

  “That’s a good girl. Relax for me, baby.”

  Arley felt his fingers, slicked with the lube he must’ve grabbed when he was putting on the condom, gently caress the puckered opening of her backside. She gasped, uncertain what to think.

  “Just relax. I’m gonna make it feel so good, baby.”

  Overwhelmed with the sensations he’d brought her all evening and with the tender care of his fingers juxtaposed with the fierce thrusts of his cock, she complied.

  “That’s it. Good girl.” Her body trembled as he pressed his fingers inside.

  The sensations were mind-blowing. How could anything possibly feel so good? She wasn’t certain, but her orgasms began rolling with little to no reprieve from one to the next. She never wanted him to stop. It was astounding.

  Her body nursed his cock, and John was certain he was going to lose it. He kept his fingers lubed and tried to ward off his own explosive climax that was threatening to end this long before he’d intended. He’d just had sex with her a few hours before. He should have been able to go on for a hell of a ride, but nothing had ever felt as good as burying himself so deep inside of her that neither of them had any hope of knowing where he stopped and she began. It was heavenly. It was absolute perfection.