by Ann Cory
“So this whole thing is one big sex toy.”
She nodded. “Yep. It’s meant to maximize pleasure while giving the rider full control. And of course, the added thrill of riding a motorcycle.”
His cock throbbed in his pants. “Will you show me how it works?”
“No.”
“Please? I’m curious to see it in action.”
He’d go crazy if she didn’t.
“I can’t,” she said, her face veiled in red. “Not in front of you. To be honest, I never thought I’d see you again, so—”
His hand went up. “Come on now. You’ve done a lot of things in front of me and not been embarrassed.”
“This is different. Just use your imagination.”
“Mine is nowhere near as kinky as yours. Let me see. Please?” He flashed what he hoped was a charming smile.
Her gaze moved from him to the bike and then back to him. “Okay.”
His body tensed with need as he watched her unbutton her jeans and slide them down her thighs. Next off were her panties and her heady scent electrified his senses.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rumbled.
She bit her lip. “Stop, you’re making this hard.”
He pointed to his dick. “I know the feeling.”
Her gaze dipped briefly before she pulled off her shirt. Naked, she climbed onto the motorcycle and stood on the pedals.
Vaughn’s pulse sped up at the sight of her straddled over the dildo. He nearly choked on his own saliva when her pussy lowered until she rested fully on the seat. He’d never seen anything like it.
“Damn, woman. To watch you makes me so fucking hot. Do you control it all?”
“Yes,” she answered, her voice strained. “The more I press the gears the faster the dildo vibrates. The silver knob vibrates and rolls against my clit, or I can make it pulse on different settings. It’s a matter of preference.”
“I’d prefer you made it go faster.”
She smiled. “No.”
“Yes,” he prompted. “You’re torturing me here.”
“I see that.” She eyed his erection with a wicked gleam. “I kind of like it that way.”
Vaughn unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He stroked it from tip to base and watched her jaw slacken.
“You want this?”
She nodded.
“You can have it, but first I want to watch you come. I want to see your face as you drench that seat.”
He leaned over and lolled his tongue along her nipple.
Her body jerked in response. He could’ve sworn he heard a faint breathy gasp escape her luscious lips.
Vaughn raised his head and pointed to a small red switch.
“What does that button do?”
With her breath labored he had to strain to hear her.
“It’s for the ass if you keep it angled, or it can be made to go straight for a second rider.”
Heat rushed his body at the thought of her pussy and ass filled and spread wide open. “You really have thought of everything.”
Her gaze caught his and held it. “It all happened by thinking about you.”
He stepped back and stroked his cock.
“Ride that thing, baby. Come on. Let me watch. I’m so fucking turned on right now.”
In answer she thrust her hips forward and back. Her body moved, so erotic. Graceful and confident.
His cock pulsed against his fingers. He’d watched her many times before. Astride him, beneath him, riding his cock, fingers and mouth. But never this way. Never seeing all the ways her body responded while in the throes of ecstasy.
Vaughn could hardly pull his gaze away. Her nipples were fully erect. Soft lines of muscle etched her arms as she gripped the handlebars and adjusted the speed with the gears. Maybe sometime she’d let him take the controls. Tonight this was her show.
He heard her breathy moans, saw her rock her hips faster, saw her arch her spine in pleasure, her lips parted and curled in sweet agony. Beads of sweat lined her forehead and one drop snaked down between her breasts.
“I’m going to come,” she panted. “Oh God.”
Her lips screwed up in the most beautiful pose and her lashes brushed soft and swift against her cheekbones.
His cock was ready to explode. “Let me see you come. Ride that sucker hard and come for me.”
Her half-lidded stare shifted toward him.
“Now,” she gasped. “Yes, now.”
He almost came undone watching her body buck and tremble. Unable to contain himself, he reached over and turned off the switches. He pulled her from the bike in a swift move. Hands underneath her legs and securing her upper back, he carried her to the bedroom. She linked her wrists around his neck and pressed into him. Her nipples were tipped toward him, demanding to be suckled.
“What are you doing,” she asked breathlessly.
“I’m going to fuck you just the way you want.”
She sighed. “Yes.”
For some reason he couldn’t get to the bedroom fast enough. His legs felt thick and heavy like there were weights attached to his ankles. He could barely think straight either, his mind too busy replaying the way she’d moved on that bike and the way she’d come.
“Inspired by me, was it?”
“Yes.” She gave him a sexy little half-smile. “I thought I was going to die the night I thought up Ride to Ecstasy. I wanted you so bad.”
His pulse thundered. “Couldn’t take the nights without my cock inside you so you had to find a way to satisfy yourself?”
“Vaughn,” she whimpered.
“And there’s a dildo for your ass?”
She nodded. “Uh huh.”
“I always knew you liked it in the ass the best,” he growled and then laid her on the bed. His clothes were off and crumpled on the floor in a matter of seconds. “I want you on all fours with your legs spread.”
In one fluid motion she was propped up on her hands and knees, baring her slick pink slit to him. His body convulsed at the sight of her all exposed and needy.
He flung the nightstand drawer open and clutched the lubricant.
“Bring that sweet-as-candy ass back here.”
She lowered her head to her arms and wiggled her hips an inch from his face. He loved to see her beautiful ass and pussy dripping wet with arousal, begging to be attended to.
Much as he wanted to fill her pussy, he craved the tightness her anus would give him.
“I envy you,” he said while he unscrewed the lid of the lubricant. “I didn’t have any toys to help get me off while I was away.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him, eyes wide. “You never got yourself off?”
“Oh, you better believe I did,” he rasped. “I nearly burned a hole through my hand because I thought of you every second. Thought of your lips swollen and wrapped around my cock. Thought of my tongue savoring your wet pink pussy.”
“Why don’t you let me take care of you with my mouth?”
Vaughn struggled to keep any sense of control.
“I’d love that, but right now I want to sink my cock into your sweet ass while my fingers fuck your pussy.”
Her body shuddered. His words alone made her slick with need.
“Hurry,” she gasped. “Take me now.”
“You won’t have to wait at all, babe. Not at all.”
Carah quivered at the predatory tone of his voice.
True to his word, she didn’t have to wait. The suddenness of the cool gel made her body jolt.
“Is it too cold?”
“It’s perfect,” she purred.
He released a heavy breath. “You’re perfect.”
Vaughn eased her tiny rim open with one finger, and then another until she relaxed enough to take him.
“You’re always so tight,” he groaned as he breached her once-forbidden entry. “It reminds me of the first time I took you.”
She held her breath until he gave her the relief she’d been aching for months for. He penet
rated her slow and steady. Each delectable inch of him pushed into her.
“Give it all to me,” she half-pled, half-sobbed. “Fill my ass.”
While the dildos had been molded to Vaughn’s length and width, they didn’t do him justice. It shocked her that her tiny hole could even handle his size.
“You feel incredible,” he murmured and pushed deeper. “So incredible.”
“Yes,” she moaned. Her body burned from the deep stimulation. The kind of burn that she craved.
She moaned louder when his fingers raked through her pussy and circled her clit. Carah almost sobbed at the dual sensations. How did she get so lucky to find a man so attentive and giving? So willing to cater to her wildest fantasies and bring her unimaginable pleasure?
“I love you,” she said with a sigh.
“I’ll never leave you again,” he returned. “I swear.”
Her eyes brimmed with tears at the sweet admonition. “You better not. I want you forever.”
“You got it.”
He thrust his hard length into her ass again and again, his fingers working her pussy and clit into complete submission. She could hardly contain herself or the cries of sheer elation spilling from her. Leave it to Vaughn to satisfy her in every way possible.
“Fuck me faster,” she panted and pushed back into him, making damn sure he filled her to the hilt. “Faster.”
He quickened his thrusts, each drag and pull of his cock driving her to a blinding need to orgasm.
“I hope you’re ready to come,” he grunted, “because I know I need to.”
For a brief moment, she lost all aspect of time and focused on the divine knot of longing start to unravel.
Carah gritted her teeth and came in a long, hard rush. He slammed his cock into her until he came. His guttural cry echoed around the room.
Her legs shook as he withdrew and collapsed to the bed, bringing her with him.
“I’ve missed my sex kitten.”
“This pussy has missed you too,” she whispered.
Vaughn’s husky gruff laugh provoked a contented sigh from her lips.
“Talk about some serious foreplay. You’ve created a fantastic product. I’ve always admired the way your brilliant mind works.”
“At the time I meant for it to be something that got me off when I thought I’d go out of my mind with desire for you, but seeing the way it excites you too gives me some other ideas. It doesn’t have to just be used as a substitute.”
“I never thought I could be replaced so easily,” he said and flashed a roguish smile. “I think I’m intimidated.”
“Don’t be,” Carah laughed. “The toy is great for a quick fix, but nothing and no one could ever take me over the edge the way you do. You’re my true ride to ecstasy.”
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Putting the past to rest has never been this much fun.
My Christmas Wish
© 2009 Ember Case
Tara Walsh has come a long way from paying her dues in a smoky New Orleans club. Her albums sell millions, her tours sell out and she has a hit DVD. Her name is known around the world. Now she’s back home for a holiday charity concert—and to say a proper goodbye to the past. A past named Duncan Rousse.
Five years ago, Duncan pushed Tara away for one reason: to force her to reach for the stars. She deserves the life she’s earned, even though it left him with a broken heart that’s never healed. Having her back in his arms only makes the pain worse, yet the last thing he can do is beg her to stay.
One wild, passion-filled night in the sexy Cajun’s bed has Tara’s body singing with pleasure. But can they both get what they want this Christmas?
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, second chances, making up for lost time with a sexy Cajun, and Christmas wishes that might really come true.
Enjoy the following excerpt for: My Christmas Wish
Looking at his lips had been a bad idea. Tara had too many memories of what they had felt like against her own. What they’d sounded like telling her goodbye.
She pushed the thought aside. Better to think about what they sounded like saying hello.
Dragging her gaze back to his, she thought she saw the glow of hunger there. “I stayed away too long, Duncan. It’s good to be back.”
“We were starting to wonder if you’d left us behind forever.” His voice was as warm as her memories.
“It was hard to leave.” She held his gaze and saw the faint flinch as he recalled how she’d left. “It was harder to come back.”
He nodded slowly, accepting with that simple gesture both her leaving and his role in it. For a minute there was only the sound of the music and the feverish noise of the crowd on the dance floor surrounding them.
Memories of how it felt to be held in his strong arms filled the lull. Dangerous memories that she’d relived a thousand times in her dreams. How many times had they danced on that floor, his arms pulling her tight while she thought she’d found her home at last? She’d begun to believe in love and dream of happily-ever-after. Then her dreams had turned into nightmares and left her the way she’d been since she was eight years old. Alone.
You couldn’t change what had already been, and wishing for things to be different wasn’t going to make them so. With a mental shrug, Tara put the past where it belonged—away.
“The club looks like it’s doing good business. I was in Miami a few months ago and your new club there had a line out the door that stretched three blocks. You’ve done well with them.”
“Mais, we were lucky after the storms. The Brick Lady held up well to Katrina, better than many of the other buildings in the Quarter. We had to replace some of the tanks in the brewpub and we had to strip the first floor walls down to the studs. Some of the locals think the ghosts held off the worst of the flood waters and protected what they consider theirs.” He chuckled.
“Stranger things have happened in the French Quarter.” She let the smile that had always come naturally to her lips show, relaxing as the old feeling of intimacy came back. With Duncan it had always been this way, ever since the moment they’d met. When he was around, the rest of the world faded into the background until it was just the two of them. Nothing and no one else mattered.
Not even a stepmother driving a wedge between her beloved stepson and the young woman who had dared to make a place for herself in Duncan’s world.
“How’s Marie? Is she here tonight?” Tara tensed as she glanced over his shoulder, almost expecting to find the older woman staring her down from across the room.
“She doesn’t come down here much anymore,” Duncan stated grimly.
“No? Have you moved back home then?”
“Not bloody likely—I still live up over the club when I’m here in New Orleans.” He gestured vaguely towards the back hall, where she knew steps led to his private rooms above. “Marie learned she’s happier sticking with her Garden Society friends than poking her nose into this part of the family business. And she’s busy these days trying to find a wife for Stephen before he marries himself to the corporation.”
Duncan’s older brother had always had a head for business. It wasn’t a surprise to hear he had taken a larger role with the family firm. Tara relaxed again, reassured that the dragon lady wasn’t going to be bearing down on them tonight.
“Are you home to stay?”
“Just until after the show.” Two short nights. Tonight and Christmas Eve, the night of the performance. The clock was already ticking.
“So you head back to la-la land on Christmas Day?” Was that disappointment in h
is voice, or was she only wishing it was there?
“I’ve got a six am flight back to LA—I’ll be on the West Coast in time for brunch.” Los Angeles couldn’t have seemed further away than it did right now. And without anyone special to spend it with, Christmas would be just like any other day. An hour or two in the gym, another afternoon in the dance studio, some time working on songs for the album she was due to start recording in late January. Another holiday alone. Yet another thought she tried to push out of her mind.
“Have a drink with me, chère.” She wasn’t sure if he was pushed towards her from behind by the crowd or if he’d stepped closer. She didn’t care as his body was right where she most wanted it to be, pressed tightly to hers. Chest to chest, thigh to thigh, the heat that rose from his skin spread across her own and brought an ache of longing that throbbed through her veins.
Then he was bumped from behind, pushed suddenly forward by an overexcited patron making a move to the bar. As his arms tightened around her waist to steady her, she felt his pelvis forced against the gentle mound of her belly. Feeling his warm body pressed against her own brought a damp weakness to her core. Gut-wrenching, mind-shattering need claimed her body and left her quivering in his embrace.
“Yes.” The word slipped out. His throat was mere inches from her lips, and the familiar smell of him filled the air she breathed. Surrounded with scents of evergreen and spice, her mouth flooded with the remembered taste of his skin beneath her tongue. The urge to lick her way up the firm column of his neck possessed her.
She tilted her head back instead. His eyes were narrowed, the hot fire in their depths mirrored by the dark flush rising on his cheeks. Hard hands clenched on her hips with demanding strength, feeding the hunger that had sparked to life when he’d first said her name.
Before she could fight it his lips were on hers, devouring, possessing, sweeping away her ability to think. With the touch of his mouth all the need of five long years roared to life. The taste of him, the scent of his skin, filled her senses, left her gasping for more. She was lost, drowning in the heat of his embrace. Her heart leaped, blood pounding furiously as her body molded itself to his warmth.