“Or should I rub your clit first, like this?” He slid slippery fingers over the tiny, aching bundle of nerves and then back down to thrust deep. The sensation was so sublime, her knees buckled and she cried out.
“Again?” he asked, his voice all grit.
“Again, again, again,” she chanted as he set a slow, sensual pace. She arched toward him, seating his fingers deeper, sending a jolt of hot need spurting through her.
He bent his head and closed his mouth over her tight nipple, sucking hard as he slid in and out. The maelstrom built and built, raging out of control.
“Harder. God, Alex, please, harder.”
He released her hips and covered her pubic bone with one hand as he fucked her with the other. She was so close, but it was all so good, he wasn’t ready for it to be over.
He tried to block out her voice. The sexy whimper, the broken begging, the plump, swollen clit under his fingers—if something didn’t give he was going to explode.
Her thighs started to quiver as she tossed her head back and forth.
“Please,” she sobbed.
Shit.
He plunged deep then covered her clit with slick fingers, working her with both hands. Holly froze and her smooth walls fluttered around his fingers.
He bit back a groan. Rubbing the tight knot, he thrust again and again until she screamed his name, her pussy twitching and contracting.
Her face was flushed with ecstasy and he barely stopped himself from replacing his hand with his stiff cock as she rocked and moved. He was painfully hard, but he held fast, riding the wave with her. She sucked in breath after shuddering breath until the tremors began to slow.
When she quieted, he took his hand from her and locked his arms around her middle, pulling her onto him as he lay back on the bed. She let out a squeal then allowed herself to be situated and they finally settled with her draped on top of him.
Soft breast to hard chest, hip to hip, sweet pussy flush against stiff cock. Win.
“That was quite good, sir,” she murmured breathlessly, sounding a little shell-shocked.
He barked out a pained laugh. “Why thank you, ma’am. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Time for lesson four.”
His already-swollen shaft expanded to painful proportions at the heat in her voice. Had he said three was his favorite number? No way. Four. Four was his favorite.
She wiggled her hips in a figure eight and he closed his eyes to try to concentrate on her words through the onslaught.
“What’s lesson four?” he growled.
“You learned how to hold back and wait for a lady. And you did it very well. Now it’s time to learn to let go.”
He was going to let go all over her if she kept wiggling like that. He was denied though, as she lifted herself away and crabbed her way to the bottom of the bed until she was eye to eye with his hard-on. Her breasts brushed the top of his thighs as she settled over him.
She looked him dead in the eyes. “I’m going to do things to you you’ve never done before. And you’re going to love it. It might seem scary or strange but you have to trust me, okay?”
He nodded, his mouth going dry. What the hell did that mean? She thought he was such a geek he’d never even gotten his dick sucked? Not once? He tried to be annoyed, but as he gazed down at the gorgeous naked woman between his legs, annoyance fled and was replaced with anticipation.
She took him in hand and squeezed. Pulling air in through his nose, he waited for those glorious, full, sweet lips to close over the head of his throbbing cock.
“I’m going to take you in my mouth. Is that okay?”
“Yeah.”
She leveled him with a dazzling grin then wrapped her lips around the sensitive tip of his erection and sucked hard.
He grunted and fisted his hands in the sheet.
In and out she suckled at the distended head until he began to pump his hips beneath her. All the while, her magic hands stroked the shaft, the friction stealing his sanity. His balls tightened, drawing close to his body. She snaked a hand to cup them, pulling gently.
“Unless you want me to come right now, you need to stop,” he ground out through tight lips.
“Close your eyes, let yourself feel,” she said, her lips brushing him as she spoke.
Her hand shifted from his balls, drifting lower. A pause, then one slippery finger slid between his ass cheeks. His eyes snapped open and he froze.
“Whoa,” he started.
“Shh, give it a chance, don’t clench up. Trust me,” she whispered.
Then she deep throated him so far he saw stars. As he arched up to meet that hungry hot mouth, she took advantage of his distraction and suddenly her finger was inside him, thrusting deep. He tried to pull away, to dislodge the intruder, but then she was pressing and sucking and damn it felt good.
She drew him in hard, running her tongue over the head of his cock then pulled back until he was almost entirely out, only the pressure of her soft lips imprisoning him. She continued like that, sucking him off then thrusting into his ass as she expelled his cock. It was a never-ending onslaught of sensation and his head spun as the blood in his body rushed downward to fill his dick to bursting.
On the precipice of something totally foreign, he quaked, fighting for control. But she was relentless. The fullness, her mouth, his body drawing on every ounce of energy as the climax bore down on him.
And then he was flying. It went on and on, crashing over him, wrecking him, as the come snaked up the length of his turgid cock and pulsed out the thick head, spurting into the waiting inferno of Holly’s mouth.
“That’s…damn.” His whole body twitched and quaked in the aftermath as he gasped for air.
Speechless, he peered down at her as she slid her finger from his still-twitching ass.
She smiled and he found himself smiling back.
“I’m really proud of you.”
A warm buzz that had nothing to do with that monster orgasm settled over him.
“Thanks.”
She crawled back up to lay beside him, nestling into the crook of his shoulder. Then she burrowed her face into his neck and sighed.
“I’m wrung out. I’m just going to rest my head here for a minute, okay?”
“Absolutely.”
He held her tight, like a lover, and tried to pretend that’s what she really was. Wrapped in the cocoon of her sweet, warm scent and her soft woman stuff pressed against his hard man stuff, his eyes drifted shut.
Chapter 8
Light streamed in through the window as Holly stood in Alex’s kitchen, sliding a piece of golden-brown French toast onto a sunny yellow plate. She slathered it with a pat of butter and watched as it melted.
She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of vanilla and soaked in the moment, the sense of completion and happiness she knew was fleeting.
Five hours left with Alex. Then her time was done. She’d go back to being a Tooth Fairy, and he would move on with his newfound confidence and land himself a great catch.
Jealousy roiled in her gut as she connected the mental dots and imagined him trying all the things they had done together with someone else.
She couldn’t believe how close she felt to him already. Total violation of the cardinal rule—never get attached. Not that the rules really mattered anymore. Even if she passed her test, she wouldn’t accept the position. There was no way she could do this job, not before and certainly not now.
Not after Alex.
Alex.
She shook her head, bemused. He was a total puzzle. How could he have gotten this far in life without having women throwing themselves all over him? They must grow ‘em dim or blind wherever he came from originally, because here in Montana, he was a catch.
The floorboard creaked behind her and she turned to see him walking into the kitchen, hair mussed from sleep. Bare-chested with just his track pants on, he looked better than the French toast.
Don’t get attached.
She worked up a weak smile and turned back to the stove.
“Hungry?”
“As a matter of fact.”
He had moved to stand directly behind her, and his breath tickled her ear. Slipping his arms around her waist, he drew her back against his hard body.
“Food, Alex, I mean food.”
She struggled to keep from arching back against the thick ridge pressing against her bottom.
“You look sexy in that shirt.”
She’d helped herself to the white button down she’d brought and a pair of his boxers while he slept.
“Thank you.”
He nipped her earlobe and a thrill coursed through her.
Five hours. And she wasn’t going to waste a second of it.
She twisted her neck to give him better access. He pinched the lobe between his teeth then released, pressing moist, sucking kisses down her neck.
His hand inched up over her rib cage to close over one breast, teasing her nipple. He groaned, impatient, then yanked at the shirt. A button popped off, then two, and they went skittering across the countertop.
He closed both hands over her bare breasts and grumbled in satisfaction. The touch set off a rush of moisture between her legs and she squeezed her thighs together to ease the sudden ache.
“Alex?”
“Holly.”
“’Member how I said— Mmm…”
One hand had slipped down to cup her behind, seating her more firmly against his erection.
She cleared her throat then tried again. “Uh, do you remember what I said about the rules? And taking it slow and savoring every touch? And then I said there are other options. Now’s the time for another option.”
“What do you want me to do?” he whispered hotly.
She thought about it for a nanosecond before answering. She’d regret it for the rest of her life if she didn’t take the opportunity to be with this man in every sense. Besides, rules were made to be broken.
“I want you inside me. Now. Can you do that for me, Alex?”
“Hell yes.”
The boxers were around her ankles an instant later. She shut the burner off and turned to face him.
He gripped her hips in his big hands and lifted her, turning them to face the table then lowered her onto it. The cool, smooth wood was heaven on her overheated skin and she gasped. Spreading her legs wide, he stepped between them and knelt before her.
“But humor me for just a minute or two. I’ve wanted to taste you since the second you cracked open that trench coat.”
She’d opened her mouth to reply when all thought fled. His strong teeth closed over the tender inside of her thigh, sending a shot of pain and pleasure to her core. The sting had barely subsided when he set his mouth to her, voracious, hungry, sucking and licking, drawing the swollen bud deep.
She stiffened, her body electrified by the sudden onslaught. Vision blurring, she lifted her legs over his strong shoulders to offer him more—to offer him everything.
Then his hand was there and a finger tested her slick heat with a shallow thrust. Panic lapped at her and she tried to close her legs as the pressure built fast and hard, almost too intense. He made encouraging sounds and held her firm, sliding two digits into her clutching heat.
Without pause, he settled into a measured, dragging rhythm, pressing in and out as he sucked. She whimpered as the sensation engulfed her.
And suddenly too much became just right as she lost herself to the madness. Unerringly, his thrusts got deeper, harder and she arched her hips to meet his clever fingers. It was right there, shimmering before her, the release drawing her down, urging her on.
She tried to hold back, to hold onto the terrible, wonderful insanity for just another moment but lost the battle as his fingers went deep, curling up to press on her G-spot. The pressure built unbearably and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
One more deep, luscious pull of his wet mouth and she sucked in a ragged breath and let the orgasm take her. She burst into pieces, coming hard, her body clenching over and over as the tremors racked her.
“Oh my—Alex!”
He was relentless and worked her body hard, milking her climax to the very end until she was a quaking heap.
As her spasms slowed, Alex squeezed his eyes closed. The image of her spread on the table like this would be a part of him forever. He tried to get a grip on his emotions, tried to slow his racing heart as he slid his fingers from her slick pussy and stood.
“Where did you learn that?” she asked, her quivery voice laced with wonder.
He gazed down at her rosy cheeks, those trusting eyes, that beautiful body so open to him, so giving. The guilt lanced him hard. Just tell her the truth. It would work out fine. He’d tell her that her employers had fibbed about his name and experience in the sex department, and she’d laugh with relief and cop to the whole Fairy Godmother thing.
They could start with a clean slate, from a place of honesty.
Because, honestly? She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He’d had the time of his life with her. She was funny and smart and sexy. Hell, he was actually considering giving Leeland and Saunders each a big, fat raise.
Filled with determination, he cupped her cheek and locked eyes with her. “Holly, there’s something I have to tell you.”
Her face grew serious, and she wet her lips nervously. “Okay. I have to tell you something, too.”
Relief coursed through him and he nodded. “Sure. You go ahead, then.”
She nuzzled her face into his hand and shrugged helplessly. “This isn’t me. I’ve never done this with anyone but you. I’m breaking the rules because I feel something for you that I’ve never felt before.”
Her words thrilled him but made his own admission even more difficult, and it stuck in his craw as he opened his mouth to speak.
Holly continued. “I’ve decided I’m going to tell Queen Lucienne I don’t want the job. I’m going to just go back to being a Tooth Fairy.”
His stomach bottomed out at that, and he drew back, stunned. Godammit, he’d thought they were past that shit. If it wasn’t a game to her anymore, why would she still be lying to him?
No more romanticizing, you punk. One day of great sex with a gorgeous woman. That’s all this is and don’t forget it.
Still, her seemingly heartfelt speech grated on him, an unnecessary, almost unkind twist of the knife in his back. If she didn’t want to see him again, she should’ve just said so instead of carrying on with this magical fairyland nonsense.
“What did you want to tell me?” she asked.
His heart felt like a hard lump in his chest, but as he stared down at her spread legs, the Great Betrayer throbbed and stiffened, still very interested in completing their transaction.
Hot sex on the menu. When had that ever been a bad thing?
“Not important. We can talk more later,” he said, his voice more grim than he intended. “Now where were we?”
He bent low, trapping one of her nipples between his teeth and sucking. Slipping a hand into the pocket of his track pants, he pulled out the condom he’d tucked away on the off chance his attempt at a full seduction succeeded. Never taking his mouth from her, he shoved down the waistband of his pants, tore open the package then worked the sheath over his aching cock.
Testing her readiness, he bit back a groan as his swollen tip made contact with the soaking lips of her pussy. She hummed low in her throat in response.
She may not care about him, but she wanted him. Bad.
The power of it juiced him and he figured if he was going out, he was going out with a bang.
Holly Tucket would remember fucking Alex Nichols, even if she didn’t know his name.
He released her nipple and bent his knees, working his cock into her wet, waiting pussy. Her body resisted at first, the channel tight and unyielding from her earlier orgasm, but he persisted, not stopping until he filled her.
She lay, panting as he pu
lled back his torso and locked his gaze with hers. He paused, allowing her body to stretch and hold him comfortably then withdrew almost completely.
He took in the image of their bodies joined, her soft white thighs against his darker ones, the tight, ginger curls of her neat little pussy, the pouty lips of her sex glistening.
Spreading her open to his gaze, he pressed a finger to the exposed plump clit and pumped his hips again. Blood pounded in his head as the column of her sex clamped over him.
“Damn, so fucking tight. Wrap your legs around me.”
Gripping her hips, he lifted her slight form off the table as her sleek thighs clenched around him, the change in position sinking him deeper inside her.
“Alex,” she moaned.
“You like that hard cock? Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do, Holly. I’ll make it all better.” He pulled out then flexed back in deep, but slow, and stopped before he was seated to the hilt. Her hips bounced as she tried to urge him faster. He pinned her with a hand.
“Not going to work. Tell me what you want. Tell me how you want it.”
Gripping her ass, he punished her with an inconsistent rhythm, sometimes working her down on him in long unhurried strokes, sometimes only inching her pussy over him in shallow thrusts.
“Oh my God. Oh Alex I—”
“Say it. Fucking say it.”
“Please.”
He increased his rhythm, but only a bit, teasing her.
“That’s not the right answer. What do you want me to do to you? Beg me to fuck you hard and it’s all yours.”
A sob shuddered through her and she broke before his eyes. “Yes, fuck me, hard. God, please, fuck me.”
Elation soared through him and he let go, pounding into her, clutching her hips in his hands, working her over his dick faster and faster. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, the pulling heat of her sex sucking the breath from him.
She let out an incoherent cry and then a keening wail as she came, the climax bowing her back, thrusting her full breasts into his face. Alex closed his eyes as her body gripped him like a fist and clamped down on him in waves. A shiver stole through him then he followed her over the edge, jerking and spurting as she clenched tight over his cock.
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