MadLoving

by N. J. Walters

  She yanked at the tail of his shirt, pulling it out of his waistband and sliding her hands beneath. Her palms were cool against his hot skin.

  He wanted her hands everywhere on him.

  But even more, he wanted to touch her.

  He reached around to the back of her dress and found the zipper. He tugged on the tab and slowly pulled it down. Anticipation filled him as he eased the sleeves of her dress down her arms, exposing her pretty, lacy bra. It was black, like her dress, making her skin look even creamier.

  She made a slight sound and he tore his gaze away from her lace-covered breasts. The light was stark in this room, harsh, not romantic in the least. But Allison looked flawless, at least to him.

  He eased back until he was a few feet away. Then he held out his hand. “Come.”

  She took his hand and he helped her off the stool, steadying her when she wobbled slightly. He knew it had to be from nerves. She hadn’t had enough alcohol to make her tipsy.

  He walked backward down the hallway, leading her past his home office and bathroom to the large room at the end. He kicked the door open and pulled her inside.

  Allison’s knees trembled, but not with fear. No, it was anticipation thrumming through her veins, making her shiver. Nevar’s vest was open and his shirt half unbuttoned, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of his wide chest.

  But she’d already felt the firm slabs of muscle hidden beneath the fabric. Her hands tingled at the memory. She wanted him naked, wanted to see and stroke every hard inch of him. His hair was slightly tousled and sexy as all get out. She loved running her fingers through it.

  The bodice of her dress was hanging almost down to her waist, the sleeves still caught around her wrists. Her breasts felt swollen and achy beneath the thin lace of her bra. Her nipples grew taut when she thought about his hands being on her.

  His hot gaze never left her face as he led her away from the harsh light of the kitchen into the bedroom. He didn’t bother with a light, relying on the ambient glow from the hallway to illuminate the room.

  She blinked to help her vision adjust. Nevar seemed larger, more mysterious in the dim light. Instead of wanting to run away, she wanted to run toward him. She’d never had this kind of reaction to any man before.

  Usually, she was extremely cautious, getting to know a man for quite some time before she took the final step of sleeping with him. But how well could you know anyone? She thought she’d known Bradley and look how that turned out.

  No, deep in her gut, she trusted Nevar. Trusted him not to hurt her, at least physically. They weren’t building a relationship here. This was all about sex, plain and simple. It was about both of them finding pleasure and sexual release.

  And if it felt like more—well, that was her problem. He hadn’t promised her anything beyond tonight.

  “Let’s get this off you,” he murmured. He tugged on the sleeves of her dress until the material released her hands. The garment fell to her hips and she gave them a little shimmy, letting the dress fall to the floor. The fabric pooled around her feet.

  Standing in her bra, underwear and thigh-high stockings, she should have felt awkward and self-conscious. Nevar was practically a stranger.

  Instead, a sense of feminine power welled up inside her as Nevar’s hot gaze stroked her body from head to toe. He swallowed heavily. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

  Still wearing her suede pumps, she took the step necessary to bring her up against his hard body. “And you’re wearing way too many clothes.” Her voice didn’t sound like her own practical tones. It sounded sultry. Sexy.

  “I can take care of that.” Nevar ripped his shirt open and yanked it off, losing another button or two in the process.

  The light might have been muted, but there was more than enough for her to see the broad planes of his chest and light dusting of black hair sprinkled in the middle. Using her index finger, she traced a pattern from one flat nipple to the other, sliding through the crisp hair and following the thin line down the center of his washboard abs all the way to the waistband of his pants.

  He sucked in a deep breath when her hand drifted lower. She cupped his heavy erection through the fabric of his slacks. He was long and hard and hot. Her pussy went liquid and she creamed her panties at the thought of having that thick shaft pumping in and out of her.

  Nevar thrust his hips against her hand. She stroked him harder. He gave a curse and pulled back. “Enough.”

  “No, it’s not.”

  He gave a rough laugh and reached for the opening of her bra. “You’re right. It’s not. I want your hands all over me.” He undid the hooks and pulled the thin straps down and off her arms. His hooded gaze devoured her breasts, leaving her breathless. “But first, I want my hands on you.”

  He covered the firm mounds, circling his palms over them. She gasped, her knees growing weak. She caught his shoulders for support, her nails digging into his flesh. He groaned, leaned down and stroked his tongue over one pert nipple.

  Allison didn’t know whether to cry in relief or groan as the sensual heat made her even more restless, more needy. “Again,” she whispered.

  He caught the nub between his lips and sucked, drawing a moan from deep inside her. Pure sexual heat shot from her nipple down to her pussy, and her hips moved restlessly.

  Nevar kept sucking and licking at her breasts but took a step back, pulling her with him. She stumbled, but his hands steadied her and kept her from falling.

  He released her and hurriedly undid his belt. Then he unzipped his pants and shoved them down. Allison licked her lips when she caught sight of the outline of his cock prominently displayed against the soft cotton of his boxer briefs.

  Nevar kicked off his shoes and discarded his slacks and socks. Then he whisked his underwear off and stood proudly naked before her.

  She reached out, noting absently that her hands were shaking. When she wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, they both shuddered.

  She had to taste him.

  Allison gave him a small shove and he sat down hard on the edge of the bed. Then she sank to her knees.

  Nevar thought he was going to lose his fucking mind when Allison went to her knees in front of him. She was naked from the waist up, her firm breasts swaying with every movement she made. She was still wearing her underwear, stockings and high heels. In other words, she was every man’s fantasy come to life.

  No, not every man’s. His.

  He reached out and ran his hand over her short, glossy black hair. She glanced up at him, a sexy smile on her face. “You don’t have to do this,” he told her. A voice in the back of his brain was screaming at him to shut up. He wanted her to suck his cock. Badly. But he’d wanted to make tonight about her. To show her how good it could be between them.

  “I know.” Her soft reply made his balls clench. She gripped the base of his dick with one hand and cradled his sac with the other.

  Nevar groaned. Nothing had ever felt this good before. Allison’s touch was pure magic.

  She slid her hand up and down his thick shaft, using the wetness from the tip to help lubricate it. He dug his hands into the edge of the mattress to keep from reaching for her. This was her show and he’d let her do whatever she wanted. Even if it killed him.

  She licked her lips again, sliding her tongue over the full bottom one. He closed his eyes against the erotic image she made. Big mistake. He felt the warm brush of air, his only warning before her tongue stroked over his cockhead.

  His eyelid popped open and his hips surged upward. She gave a husky laugh, obviously pleased with his reaction. Her tongue circled the crown of his cock before flicking the slit at the tip.

  He gritted his teeth and hung on, determined not to come. Not yet.

  Allison looked up at him from beneath her thick lashes. There was passion and pleasure in her eyes as she opened her mouth and took him in.

  His control snapped. He grabbed her head between his hands and began to guide her, moving her mouth f
orward and back, sliding his cock as deep as he could.

  Allison relaxed her throat and opened her mouth wide, accepting the wild thrusts of Nevar’s cock as he rocked against her. She’d known the second his restraint snapped and secretly admitted that was what she wanted. It made her feel sexy and more in control of the situation.

  But she was also affected by the sensual snare she’d set. Nevar’s erection was thick and long, the heavy veins pulsing up and down the length. She could smell the musk of his body, mixed with the light woodsy scent of his cologne, taste the salt of his skin. Her pussy ached and throbbed, begging her to mount him. She felt empty, needing what only he could provide.

  She gently squeezed his sac and he groaned, his fingers tightening against her skull. His hips jerked and he thrust deep, the head bumping the back of her throat. She sucked hard, breathing through her nose. The crisp hair of his groin tickled her face when she took him deep.

  She tasted pre-cum and swallowed hard.

  Nevar gave a shout and pulled himself out of her mouth with a wet pop. His eyes seemed to glow in the dim light, his facial features harsh with need. He reached down, yanked her to her feet and practically threw her onto the bed.

  He shoved at her panties and she heard them rip. Then his mouth was on her hot and determined. She cried out, her back arching as he ate at the slick folds of her pussy and dragged his tongue over her sensitive skin. She moaned and dug the heels of her shoes into the mattress, pushing upward, seeking more of his touch.

  Her body was on fire for him.

  He plunged his tongue into her slit and she cried out again. But he didn’t stop. She had a feeling there was no stopping him now. He gripped her thighs with his large hands and spread them wide. He made a deep sound of pleasure and his mouth went straight for her clit. There was no light touches, no gentle wooing. He captured the bundle of nerves between his lips and sucked.

  Allison cried out, her entire body exploding like a supernova. Lights flashed beneath her closed eyes. Heat enveloped her entire body.

  But he wasn’t done.

  He swore, flipped her over onto her stomach and then pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He left her briefly and she heard him fumbling in the nightstand drawer. A condom. Thank God one of them remembered.

  Then his hands were on her hips and his cock slid between her legs, his thick shaft brushing against her swollen clit. Once. Twice.

  Her arms shook and her pussy clenched.

  Then he drove into her in one single stroke. Allison threw back her head and gasped. He was so big and her pussy was still pulsing from her orgasm.

  Nevar wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her from falling flat onto the bed. “You okay?” His voice was low and gritty. Breathless.

  She couldn’t find the strength to answer. No, she wasn’t all right. She was on the verge of another orgasm. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, squeezing it. He filled her completely, stretching the sensitive tissues to the point where she could barely tell if what she was feeling was pleasure or pain.

  Then he began to move.

  His thick cock slid almost all the way out of her slick channel before he powered inward again. She gasped. Oh that felt so good. This time when he did it, she thrust her butt back to meet him. The slap of their bare skin, the brush of his balls against her pussy with each thrust pushed her higher and higher.

  She’d never had two orgasms this close together in her life, but there was no stopping it. Nevar slid his free hand between her thighs and touched her clit. Allison screamed and her body imploded. Heat flashed over her skin. Her pussy spasmed and her thick cream coated his cock.

  Nevar yelled, his hips pumping hard. He picked up speed, going faster and faster. His arm tightened around her waist and his cock jerked inside her. She felt his shaft flex and ripple and knew he’d come.

  He didn’t stop thrusting. He kept going and it sent her body into another round of shudders. He half fell on her and she went down flat on the mattress. Nevar managed to twist his body so he was lying alongside her and not on top of her.

  Breathless, they both lay there, completely spent.

  “God almighty,” Nevar gasped.

  Allison’s face was smashed into his pillow, but she couldn’t move. Her limbs weren’t under her control at all. She groaned when Nevar eased his cock out of her. After a few seconds, he rolled off the bed and padded out of the room.

  She lay there, wondering if she should get up, pull on her clothing and leave. But she didn’t have the energy to do so yet. She yawned and shifted one of her legs to get more comfortable. Her shoe caught in the comforter on the bed. Her shoe.

  She was still wearing her shoes and stockings.

  Allison pushed herself upward and glanced down. Her underwear was torn half off, but was still caught around one leg. For some reason that struck her as funny and she started to laugh.

  She tried to stop but that made her laugh even harder.

  Nevar returned and stood in the doorway. Backlit by the hall light, he seemed like something from an erotic fantasy. A dream. Not real at all. That sobered her quickly and she suddenly wanted to cry.

  He came to her and sat next to her on the bed. He stroked her hair and she shivered, suddenly cold.

  Nevar frowned. “Let’s get you more comfortable.” He rose and went to the foot of the bed. He removed her shoes one by one, giving her instep a quick rub. She curled her toes at the caress.

  He made quick work of her thigh-high stockings and torn underwear. Feeling suddenly exposed and unsure of herself, Allison pulled up her legs and wrapped her arms around them. “I should go.”

  He half lifted her and yanked back the covers. She sighed when the comforter and sheet were pulled over her, needing both the warmth and the security. Then he slid in next to her and tugged her into the curve of his body. He didn’t try to make her turn back to him. Instead, he curled around her until her butt was resting against his groin and her back was against his chest.

  “Rest. Let me hold you while you sleep.”

  “I really should go home.” Her voice was slightly slurred and she made no move to get out of bed. She was exhausted, her body relaxed with pleasure, her mind shut down, not wanting to examine what had happened just yet.

  “No.” He brushed his hand over her head and kissed her nape. “You should stay. With me.”

  She meant to get up, really she did, but he was so warm, like an electric blanket on a cold night. The way he massaged her scalp and played with her hair relaxed her further. Soft kisses on her shoulder and neck and behind her ear warmed her even more.

  Sighing, Allison let go and simply drifted, content to be exactly where she was.

  Chapter Five

  Nevar studied Allison as she dozed. He’d turned on the bedside lamp and eased the covers down to her waist so he could see her more clearly. He wanted to memorize every curve and valley of her naked body. She’d been asleep about a half hour now and he’d been watching over her, learning every line of her face.

  It had been close there for a moment. He’d thought for sure she would leave. And that was the last thing he wanted.

  He’d totally lost it. Rutting on her like a bull in heat. Hell, he’d ripped her panties off.

  A slow smile made his lips curve.

  He might have torn her clothes, but she’d been right there with him, her hot, wet pussy clamping down on his dick until he’d exploded. Fucking Allison from behind while she was still wearing her stockings and heels was a huge turn-on. His dick swelled in agreement.

  He’d figured his cock wouldn’t be doing much of anything for some time after the orgasm he’d had a short while ago, but the appendage had other ideas. All of them centered around Allison.

  Her breathing deepened and he carefully rolled her onto her back. She made a small snuffling sound, but didn’t wake. He might have missed his chance to look and touch every inch of her the first time around, but he wouldn’t make the same mistake the next time.

&n
bsp; He was filled with the longing to know everything there was to know about Allison. And not just in the bedroom. Sure he wanted to know what turned her on, what made her scream with desire. But he also wanted to know her favorite color, what kind of flowers she liked, did she cook, what kind of movies she liked to watch.

  In short, he wanted a relationship with her.

  It had been a long time since he’d considered anything nearing a relationship. Hatter’s kept him busy 24/7. Running any business, but especially a nightclub wasn’t for the faint of heart. It took plenty of blood, sweat and nerves of steel. But the business was up and running like clockwork and he realized he’d been missing something in his life.

  He placed his hand on her stomach, admiring the contrast between his tanned skin and her much paler flesh. Dark, light. Male, female. So different, yet when the right two people came together it could be magic.

  His parents were a prime example. His father often talked about the night he’d met their mother. Love at first sight. Nevar had never really believed the old man, but his parents had been together for thirty-five years and were still very much in love. He wanted that closeness, that kind of love and acceptance.

  He studied Allison. How did he feel about her? Was it love? It was certainly desire. Not that it really mattered. All he knew was he wanted her in his life. The rest would work itself out over time.

  He stroked upward, teasing one pert nipple with his fingers before sliding over to the other one and giving it the same attention. Allison shifted restlessly against the sheets. He caught the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gently tugged.

  Allison moaned and her eyelids fluttered open.

  He saw surprise and momentary panic before recognition set in. Nevar smiled down at her. “How was your nap?”

  “I slept?” Her voice was sleepy. Sexy. “How long?”

  “Not very. About a half an hour.” He cupped her breast and softly squeezed.