by Cara Thereon
He didn’t stop, simply demanded. “Say it.”
“There is nothing wrong with me.” She repeated, her voice as broken as she felt.
Just like that, it ceased. She felt herself melt, relaxing fully against his thigh. The brief moment of quiet calmed what raged before. Her sobs slowed and then stopped.
He surprised her by slipping a hand between her thighs. The easy slide of his fingers shocked her. Slick and plump, she was there in a way she’d never been outside of sex. He parted her and eased two fingers inside her body, thrusting slow and easy as her hips rocked back into his touch.
“Say it again,” he whispered as his other hand caressed her hair and back. “Say louder for me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me.” The words, his easy command of her, gave her more peace than she’d ever had before.
Make Me Dance
I’m hungry
Can’t you see it?
Desperate for your touch
Just between my lips and my hips
A need sparks deep that you must meet
I’m hung up and waiting to be filled by you
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The dance floor was empty except for her, and she was too lost in the beat to care. It flowed like lava through her, bubbling up and out of her in a wave that drew the eye of the few remaining people at the bar. Her mind uncoiled, stress melting away as her body swayed. For once she was unashamed of the picture she made.
Eyes, intense eyes followed her every move. Masculine eyes that caressed the skin at the plunging neckline of her dress, that watched the hem swirl around her bare thighs, devouring the curve of her hips and her full backside. She felt his lust from across the room. Even through the consuming beat of the music she felt him.
She came to this particular club every weekend, knowing he’d be there. Their eyes would meet, something electric would sizzle through her, and she’d head to the floor intent on seducing him.
Did he know she danced just for him? The worries she’d carried in were gone and all she wanted was his eyes on her. Beckoning him to do more than just look at what she displayed. They just hadn’t made the connection yet
She tossed her hair over her shoulder and met his eyes across the room. Heat arched between them as she wiggled a little for him. The look on his face said he wanted her. Her nipples tightened against the thin fabric of her dress under that stare.
He didn’t make a move from his spot so she continued her dance. The hem of her dress bunched in her hands; she pulled it up enough to flash the bottom of her panties. She let her hips swing, teasing him with glimpses of her skin. A smile flirted across her lips as she danced for him.
Would he bite?
She twirled around to catch his gaze again, but he was gone. Disappointment pricked her, but she shook it off. She just needed to enjoy the freedom she had for the night.
The last notes of the song ended, signaling the end of the night for her. She waved her thanks to the DJ as she exited the floor. Perhaps her watcher would star in her dreams tonight. That thought brought a smile to her face as she slipped out the front door of the club.
A full moon hung heavy overhead, lighting a clear path to her car. A breeze ruffled her dress as she breathed in the scent of night; so fresh and warm as it flowed over her senses. She couldn’t help swinging her hips in a saucy dance as she walked; the music still a steady beat in her mind. She closed her eyes and did a little spin, a tiny bubble of laughter slipping from her lips.
“Interested in a dance?” A husky voice broke through her thoughts. She opened her eyes to find him leaning against the car close to hers.
Though leery, she couldn’t help the lust the moved like fire in her blood at seeing him. This was a stranger, she should be careful. Common sense told her to go back inside, but desire had her walking toward him intent on seeing this through.
The closer she got, the more aroused she became. It was the way he stared at her, hunger in his eyes. The lingered, caressed so slowly, and ignited a pulsing heat in her. Her eyes traveled the length of his body. Lust overrode her fear and made her daring. She leaned her hip against her car, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and pushing them out. His eyes dropped to her chest.
She kept her voice cool as she let her eyes roam his body once more. “A little too late for a dance.”
His deep chuckle made her shiver. She watched as he pushed away from his car to stroll over to her. He approached until he was only inches away and she was pressed back into her car door. This close she realized how tall he was, towering over her and stoking that flame higher. They almost touched, her breasts almost brushing his chest.
He snagged a dark curl from her shoulder, grazing her skin as he tugged it. “I didn’t think you were ready to dance then.”
She laughed, the sound throaty in the space between them. “Believe me, I was more than ready to dance earlier.”
“Not quite.” He lifted his eyes from her breasts and she gasped at what she saw.
That was the trigger, that small sound of need. He closed the small distance between them, pressing his body into hers. His hips sank into her and she could feel the hard length of his arousal against her belly. She felt her body slicken and plump in reply to his.
“You want something just a bit different. Those hips were asking for a little more.” His breath fanned out over her face, sharp with the smell of whiskey. He thrust his hips, rubbing against her mound until she moaned. “I think I know what you need.”
A hand buried in her hair, tilting her face up, holding it still for the tease of his lips over hers. She felt the slid of his other hand up her bare thigh. A slight shift of her legs and he slipped a hard thigh in between. The trace of his fingers against the front of her panties had her eyes fluttering shut as sensations sparked. She let her hips rock into the probe of his fingers, just as unashamed as she was on the dance floor.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered into her mouth.
She rocked her hips again, needing that deeper caressed. But now it was all about the tease for him. His fingers tickled her skin barely touching her wet slit before dancing away to trace along the edge of her panties. She moaned in frustration, which only made him laugh.
When he just circled around her clit, she grabbed his hand and pressed it against her body. “Either make this happen or let me go home. I’m done dancing around tonight.”
The air sizzled now. All the teasing was gone from his eyes as he looked down at her. “Impatient girl.”
“And it gets worse the more you deny me.” She pulled his head down to her and kissed him.
The kiss grew rough, stealing her breath as he swept between her parted lips. He pushed her panties aside and plunged to fingers deep into her body. Every thought slipped away as he took control of her passion, sipping up the sounds she made as they kissed.
She broke away, tossing her head back and gasping as the pleasure mounting. There was a moment of shock as he tugged then ripped her panties off her, but the hard press of him at her opening silenced any protests. He was there; she needed him inside of her so bad.
He advanced just a little, just enough to part her lips, then stopped. Frantic feeling exploded. Too slow, she needed him driving into her, needed him to take until the car rocked under the weight of his possession. She looped her leg around his waist, rolling her hips to bring him deeper, but he held her so he could move in at his pace.
By the time her body was parted around him, clasping and grasping tight at him, she was almost mindless. He pulsed deep with in her and the urgent need to feel him moving inside her threatened overwhelmed her. The grimace of pleasure pain on his face only intensified that feeling.
“Please.” She whimpered, fighting the grip of his hands, needing to rock and moved. She squeezed her muscles pulling a groan from him.
“I’ve been waiting weeks to hear those words from you.” He nipped at her lower lip, and then rasped his tongue over that spot. “Say it again,”
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sp; “Please,” she pushed out between gritted teeth.
Her word ended in a hiss as he pulled out and surged back in. “Again.” His voice was harsh.
“Please.” She whispered, so breathy, so desperate and needy.
“I love hearing you say that.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust. “So damn amazing.”
Bottoms Up
Tanya’s eyes lingered over him, as he stood framed in the doorway of the bar scanning the room. The man wore his salt and paper hair cut short to his skull, and the fit of that suit gave him an air of sophistication that screamed experience. She couldn’t help the way her eyes continued their slow up and down of his lean body, or letting her mind imagine what he looked like beneath it.
He was close enough for her to see the creases around his eyes and mouth that said he did a lot of smiling; something about seeing his sensual mouth curved in a smile sent a flutter to that spot high between her thighs. She glanced up and their eyes snagged. The color appeared dark, but she’d bet the cost of her dress they flashed a stormy blue when he was aroused.
Shock snaked up her back as she realized how much heat lived in his gaze. Tanya leaned back in her chair, breathless but unable to look away. The corner of his mouth tipped up and she sucked in a breath when he skimmed over her breasts, caressing them until she felt bead under his scrutiny. When their eyes locked again, she felt the depth of his hunger all the way to her gut.
The lust that arched between them was palpable, and she wanted to lure him to her. She caught her lip between her teeth, glancing at him beneath her eyes as she nibbled, loving the way his eyes narrowed just a little. He took a step toward her table and she sat up straight, anticipation causing her to lean forward and giving him a view down her dress.
“Who you looking at?”
While Gina’s question registered, Tanya couldn’t seem to breathe as he walked close to the table. The hard pulse of her heart throbbed at every point in her body. Would he approach her and pull her on the dance floor? Being pressed flush against him, clothes enough, would feel so good.
“Tanya,” Gina hissed at her as she watched him walk by her table with a wink.
“Just some dude.” She shrugged her shoulders in feigned uncaring, but there was not hiding her disappointment at watching him move along. The burn of her drink killed a little of the arousal she felt being under his gaze.
“Man has you squirming in your seat.” Gina glanced over Tanya’s shoulders in the direction he went. Her friend’s eyes lingered, a low whistle issuing from her. “He is a good looking man, a little old for my tastes, but I’d make him my daddy in a heartbeat.”
Tanya snorted. She felt eyes on her back, the sensation sending chills over her bare skin. Unable to resist, she glanced behind her. She found him easily, lounging back in a booth, his eyes riveted to her. Her body reacted just the same to the heat, slicking and warming.
Gina leaned across the table. “Mm, I want him to look at me like that. He’s got your naked and bent over the table by the way he’s looking at you.”
Looking over at him, drinking him in, Tanya wanted him. But even with the challenge in his eyes, even those that dark brow lifted daring her to come to him, even with the way she ached for him, there was no way in hell she was approaching him. If he wanted her, he was going to have to come get her.
He dropped his hand between his spread legs and she watched as he squeezed the bulge straining his jeans. Big, that’s what she thought as he stroked. Her lips parted, her mind’s eye conjuring images of her on her knees before him. He’d taste like salt and clean male, her tongue would swirl and taste him until he exploded. And the thought of him losing that smug look brought a smile to her face.
Shame at how her thoughts forced her to pull her eyes away from him and the erotic play of his hands. She swallowed around the dryness in her throat.
“Girl, you better get over there before I do. That man wants you face down, ass up, stat.” Gina’s voice rushed out on a sigh.
It became another image of mental erotica, her mind already ripe with arousal. Her face buried in a pillow, muffling her screams as he surged inside. It was the wet sound of flesh slapping, of his grunts, of his cock parting and stretching her wide as his hands squeezed her hips.
“I need another drink.” Husky and so unlike her normal voice, Tanya was shocked to hear her.
She shot to her feet, teetering on her high heels in her haste to put some distance between them now. The heavy dew of her arousal soaking her panties mocked her the further way from his eyes he got. He did crazy stuff to mind and body, and her legs shook with suppressed need. She pushed herself on.
A sigh of relief slipped from her as she pressed against the wood of the bar. It was cool beneath her fingertips and she let it cool some of the ardor coursing through her. When a bit of her control returned, she tried to get the attention of the bartender. She hissed in frustration as the busty brunette continued to ignore her.
A hand at the small of her back startled a gasp from her. Tanya knew, knew by the heat suffusing her body that he stood behind her. His eyes were that stormy blue color she knew they’d be and they devoured her.
The feeling of him this close was overwhelming and she bit back a whimper. He leaned in, touching his lips to her ear, tickling her skin with his breath. His hand dipped lower to cup her ass and arched just enough to let him know she wanted it. Tanya bit her lip to keep from asking him to touch her where she ached.
She turned her head and his lips brushed the corner of hers. Then before she could draw a full breath his lips took hers. And it was a taking. It was deep, possessing that kiss. Her lips parted and his tongue swept into her mouth. He tasted and teased her until she wanted to him to push her against the bar and finish it right then.
Pulling back to draw air into her lungs, Tanya shivered when his lips brushed along her jaw line. He tasted her there too, his hands pulling her into the bulge tenting his dress pants.
The deep sound of his voice skittered across her taut nerve endings, making her tingle as he spoke so softly in her ear, “I’m more than willing to come to you, sweetheart. But I need to know how willing you are to come for me?”
Dreaming
Early morning light reached through the window to caress her bare back. The blankets twisted like snakes around her body, revealing more than they covered. She lay in peaceful sleep; he imagined lascivious dreams filled her mind, flushing her high cheeks and putting a smile on her lips.
He leaned against the wall, watching each breath as they made her body rise and fall. She seemed to feel his gaze in sleep because she shifted slightly, giving him a peek of the curve of her breast. Her knee drew up giving him just a glimpse of that secret place he longed to sink into.
She murmured his name in that dreamy voice and rolled to her side allowing him an uninhibited view up the long line of her body. The glint of metal piercing her nipple was beyond erotic in the growing light flooding the room, her body becoming a beacon that sent a surge of heat through his body. A groan tore from him and his cock swelled hard in anticipation. Her lips parted on a sigh that pierced his heart and went straight to his groin, obliterating the last of his self-control with it.
Circling the bed, he admired her body before running a hand down her back to her bottom. He palmed the generous curve and marveled at the softness. He sensed the moment she passed into wakefulness and wasted no time pulling her toward him. Standing just at the edge of the bed, he shifted her to her knees, loving the pliant feel of her body. She glanced over her shoulder at him revealing the sleepy desire in her dark gaze. The frank need he saw him made him harder than he thought possible.
“I was dreaming of you.” Sleep gave her voice a husky note that heightened his need. “Thinking about you taking me like this.”
He placed a hand between her shoulders and she pressed her cheek into the sheets, raising her hips higher for him. Trembling fingers parted her lower lips, finding slick wetness that made him hum in
appreciation.
Too impatient for foreplay, he fit himself against her opening and slipped inside. The tight grip of her body had him tossing his head back. He loved this moment, that seating of his cock deep inside her body and the way she held him.
She clenched around him and his toes circled. “I’ll lose it if you keep that up.”
“I know.” He heard the mischief in her voice.
“Tease.”
He gripped her hips, pulled out slowly, and then slammed into her cutting off her breathy laughter. She arched her back and moaned in invitation. If she was asking for more, he was ready to give her more.
Inclination
I am
Inclined to
Touch myself
Every time I think of you
It seems to happen all the time
She tilted her face up to the ceiling and let her eyes move over the popcorn texture. Pressing the phone against her ear, she listened to his breathing rush through the line. He was more quiet than usual tonight. “What are you thinking about?”