Coming In Last

by Shiloh Walker

  Sliding his large palms under her thighs, he turned her body so that she faced him and then he tugged her off the weight bench and onto his lap. His hands then trailed up her back and gripped her shoulders, pulling her torso back, kissing his way from her chin down her neck.

  “Jamie…Jamie, let me up. I’m all sweaty now,” she murmured, even as she rocked her hips against his.

  He rose, one arm braced just beneath her buttocks, the other grasping her hair and drawing her head back so he could nibble on the sensitive flesh of her neck. The movement arched her back, lifting her breasts against the hard muscled wall of his chest. He turned, still nibbling on her neck, and her legs automatically locked around his hips, pressing against him. Walking down the hall, he took her into the bathroom, kicked the door closed before he turned, braced her back against it, and fit himself between her legs, sliding against that sensitive vee of flesh.

  Andi gasped and shook, a welcoming heat spreading through her belly and groin. Her breasts were flushed, nipples rock-hard and aching against the thick sturdy cotton of her sports bra.

  Slowly, he pulled away from her, reaching behind to unclasp her legs.

  Moments later, Andi’s eyes drifted open and she stared at their reflection in the bathroom mirror as he lowered her feet to the ground. She stood there waiting as he turned on the shower spray. Then he returned to stand behind her, reaching for her ponytail and freeing her hair. Andi’s eyes widened slightly as he hunkered by her feet, untying her shoes and tossing them aside.

  Her breath caught when his hands grasped the band of her tight-fitting sports bra and drew it over her head. He paused to soothe the reddened area around her ribcage where the elastic of the bra had clung. At the rush of cooler air, her nipples puckered and darkened. Lids low, she watched as he reached around and cupped her breasts, holding her still against him as he plumped her flesh, rubbed his thumbs against the already stiff peaks of her nipples.

  Her very brief bicycle shorts were eased down her legs and within moments, she stood staring at her naked reflection while his dark hands roamed her flushed damp flesh. A shudder wracked her body when he insinuated his legs between hers, spreading hers.

  Damn, she’s hot, Jamie thought, for the hundredth time. Her tongue darted out, dampening her lips as she stared at him in the mirror. Her breasts—high, full, round breasts—filled his hands, and her narrow torso twisted as she tried to arch closer. Her waist dipped in before flaring into rounded hips and a tight, round little butt that was pressed against his cock and currently driving him insane.

  His eyes fastened on the red strip of hair at the juncture of her thighs, and below, the naked mound of her sex, watched as he slowly slid one hand down her torso until he could part her flesh and slide one finger inside her tight, narrow little passage. She was so tight.

  And so wet. His fingers slid easily across her slick flesh, stroking, teasing until he had her panting in his arms, whispering his name. He slowed his movements and pulled his hands from her body.

  Jamie wasn’t ready to end this just yet.

  A moue of disappointment settled on her mouth when he urged her, alone, into the steamy shower. Her thighs were weak and quivering and an odd, empty sensation settled low in her belly. Empty. She wanted him, inside her again.

  How could she need him like this after last night? He’d awoken her at dawn, rolling her onto her knees, taking her hard and fast, and when she had crawled out of bed just over an hour ago, she was aching in places she had never ached before.

  But, damn it, she wanted him again.

  Turning her face to the spray, she wet her hair and let the water sluice away the sweat and the faint icky feeling that bad dreams leave behind. The shower door swung open just as she was reaching for the shampoo. Her hand fell, limp and nerveless to her side as Jamie stepped into the crisscrossing shower sprays and gathered her body against his.

  One hand tangled in her wet hair and Andi rose onto her toes to meet his hungry mouth, returning kiss for avid kiss. Caught up in him, in each slow, deep kiss, she didn’t notice him reaching up and back. She jumped when a spray of water landed on her thighs. Jamie pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek before turning her around so that her back was to him, his thick cock pressing against her lower back. Andi saw what he held in his hand and hot little licks of excitement and nerves started to heat her belly.

  A laugh rumbled out of his chest as he caught the look in her eyes. She wasn’t just willing, she was eager. What else would she be willing to try?

  Once more, his strong thigh slid between hers, spreading her legs wider as he slid his fingers through the wet tangle of curls at the junction of her thighs. Slowly, he parted the flesh that guarded the entrance to her body and stroked the hard little nub. Then he turned the massaging showerhead on the exposed flesh of her body.

  Andi’s legs went weak and the arm around her middle supported her weight as the water pulsed against her already seeking body. A rush of fluid soaked her so that her own moisture mingled with the pulsing spray from the shower. One arm reached up behind her and wrapped around his neck, fisting in the wet silky hair there. The other hand clutched at his wrist as the fever inside her body started to rage.

  “You like that?” he asked softly as her hips starting to rock back and forth. Each move stroked her bottom against his aching shaft but he held back as a moan slipped past her parted lips.

  “Oh, hell yeah,” she gasped. He strained against the crack of her butt, and nudged her a little harder.

  Shifting a little to the side, he moved one hand down to that crevice and pressed his thumb against her anus. “What else?” he whispered. “What else would you like?” Without waiting for an answer, he eased the tip of his finger inside the tight muscle there, groaning as her body bucked in his arms. “There are a million things I want to do to you, a million ways I want to touch you.”

  A flush started low on her breasts, spreading upward until a delicate pink tinted her entire face and torso. Her belly quivered and jumped under the weight of his wrist as he brought the showerhead just a little closer.

  “Oh,” she whimpered, biting her lip between her teeth. “Ah, hmm. I think…that’s a good start.”

  He used his fingers to spread moisture around her asshole and slipped his index finger in. “What about this?” he asked as he slowly started to penetrate, working against the tight, virgin resistance he found there.

  Between his naughty hands and the showerhead, he had his answer in less than a minute when she fell against him, whimpering as the orgasm ripped through her.

  Fuck, she was hot, she was sexy. He smiled against her neck and said, “I haven’t even thought about starting yet.” And then he plunged his finger inside her tight little hole. Her hips started to pump against his hand, riding it as the water continued to pulse against her.

  “Jamie,” she gasped. “I don’t…I can’t, not just yet.” Her wet hair fell in streamers around her shoulders, plastered to her breasts, back and ribs. Using his chin, he nudged a wet hank of hair out of the way, nibbling on her shoulder.

  “You can. You want to,” he disagreed in an easy tone. “You’re dying to.”

  The lids of her eyes felt heavy and she could barely open them. Her heart pounded fast and hard in her chest, her breathing became quick and shallow. Using his weight he urged her to the floor in the shower stall, still holding the showerhead against her naked flesh while his hand penetrated her from behind. Slowly, he drew his fingers away from her to take her wrist. Her hand closed automatically when he pushed the showerhead into it. Her hand retreated, only to be brought back by his. “Yes,” he whispered, guiding her so that once more, the rush of water caressed her.

  Her body started to shudder in his arms as he shifted behind her. Now she was positioned sideways between his splayed thighs, his erection throbbing against her ribs while he palmed her breast with one hand. The other slid down the crevice between her buttocks, lingering, before moving for
ward and sliding across the slick folds of her body once more.

  Her eyes were remote and wild, and her insides were on meltdown. “I can’t handle it, Jamie,” she gasped, trying to pull back from the overload of sensation.

  “You can,” he countered, sliding one hand down from her breasts to pin her hips in place when she would have moved. “You will. Come for me, Andi.” Arching his head around he covered her open, panting mouth with his, pulled his hand from her body before gliding a second finger inside her, spreading her folds as he did so, opening her completely to the pulsating shower of water. When she started to convulse he swallowed the tiny scream that fell from her lips as she flew apart.

  Weak and dazed, she collapsed against him, the showerhead falling from numb fingers. Dimly, she thought she should feel a little embarrassed but she couldn’t even work up the energy to more than just lie there against him.

  Strong arms lifted her body. On shaking legs, she stood there while he replaced the hand held showerhead in the notch, positioning it so that the water pounded on her back and buttocks. Her head fell back and she watched as Jamie reached for her shampoo, squeezing it into the palm of his hand. With a small smile, he said, “I’ve got this thing about your hair,” as he lathered the heavy mass, massaging her scalp and neck muscles.

  A smile of pleasure curled her lips as strong fingers kneaded at her neck and shoulders. Backing her up into the spray, he rinsed the lather from her hair before reaching for the second bottle. Tropical scents drifted to her nose as he worked the conditioner through her hair then gathered her against him, stroking her back with slippery hands.

  After a moment, her breathing started to slow, and the strength gradually returned to her legs. Once she could support herself, she pressed a kiss to his chest before tipping her head back into the stream of water and rinsing her hair one final time. Her eyes on his, she ran her hands down his sides before dropping to her knees in front of him.

  His hard erection throbbed under her gaze, and it jumped when she closed her hand around the base. He was long, thick, and hot, throbbing in her hand. She glanced up when he caught his breath as she ran her fisted hand from base to tip. And he moaned when she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. His hands fisted in her hair as she took him deep before drawing back. She repeated the slow move again, heat pooling in her belly as she put to use all the secondhand knowledge she’d gleaned from books.

  She had never been too sure about this, but damn, even if her body wasn’t on overdrive already from what he had just done, she’d be overheating now, just from the way his body shuddered under her hands, the way his eyes slitted and the moan rumbled up from his chest.

  His eyes closed and he leaned back, bracing his weight against the wall of the shower stall as she paused to nibble gently at the underside of his erection, pressing her tongue against the vein that throbbed and swelled with her every move. The hard, ruddied length rose from a nest of dark hair, thick, full, curving just slightly toward the end. His sac hung between his thighs, and Andi cupped it in her hand, dipping her head to draw a patch of skin into her mouth.

  Then she lifted up and skimmed one hand up the inside of his thigh, wrapping it around the base of his shaft, pressing back, and rising up just a fraction in a small maddening massage. Closing her mouth around him she moved up and down, reveling in the clean, musky taste of him, the vibrations of his body, and the ragged moan that fell from his lips.

  Jamie groaned and used his hold on her hair to pull her back. Then he jerked her up with his hands under her arms and flipped their positions so that he held her body pinned against the wall. Hot water continued to pound down around them as he grasped her thighs and opened them, sliding his thighs between hers. Muscles bunched as he lifted her weight and wrapped her legs around his waist.

  Andi’s eyes flew open as he thrust himself all the way inside her. Pinned between his surging body and the wall at her back, she could do little more than clutch at his shoulders. Her over-sensitive flesh rasped against the thick head of his shaft as he pulled out and drove back into her. Her body shuddered wildly and she arched her back, whimpering as that tiny movement took him even deeper.

  Her entire world condensed to the advance and retreat of his cock, and Andi didn’t know if she could handle anymore. She turned her head away from his, tried to twist her body aside. His hands slid from her buttocks to the back of her knees, forcing her body open even wider, exposing the bundle of nerves to the brush of his cock.

  “No,” he whispered harshly as she tried to pull back. She was tight and swollen from the previous night, but she was wet and he could feel the pounding of her heart against his, could see the arousal in her eyes that battled with nerves and fear. “Don’t pull away,” he said quietly, gentling his movements until she stopped trying to push him away, until her small hands rested on his shoulders in acceptance and the lids of her eyes fluttered closed.

  He didn’t want acceptance.

  Jamie wanted everything.

  “Look at me,” he ordered softly, slowing the movement of his body even more, until he was moving against her in small rocking motions.

  Her lids lifted slowly and she stared up at him with dazed, confused eyes. “Feel it,” he murmured roughly as he drew back and thrust himself deep, shuddering as her wet tissues clung to him as if trying to hold him deep within her.

  Feel it? she wondered helplessly. How could she do anything but feel it?

  “This is what you do to me,” he whispered, the pumping of his hips growing faster as he felt her heartbeat skip and start to pick up. “You make me want and need and yearn. You’re so tight, so wet. Sweet, sexy, soft. I could ride you for a hundred years and never get tired of it,” he said gruffly. “Don’t pull away from it.”

  Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jamie realized he wasn’t wearing a rubber, but he didn’t care. Wrong. Hell, yes, he cared. But he didn’t want one. He wanted to come inside her, not a damn condom. He wanted to feel the wet, silken caress of her body on his, wanted to feel her as she climaxed around him. He wanted, damn it, he wanted her pregnant with his child, this woman whom he had known for only a matter of weeks.

  A throaty moan escaped her lips when he leaned forward, grasping her neck just above the curve of her shoulder with sharp, even teeth, holding her there as he drove himself home again. He slid one hand under her thigh, found the tight little hole of her anus and pushed his finger in. “Give it to me, Andi,” he rasped, feeling the tension start to mount inside her body. “Everything.” And it happened. As her body clenched, around his cock inside her vagina, around the finger he had slipped inside her asshole, penetrating her again in a way she had never thought of being penetrated.

  It happened. She hadn’t thought it could happen, hadn’t thought she wanted it again. She wasn’t even sure she had wanted him inside her so soon. But as he had slid his finger up and down inside her ass, it happened. Her climax hit her in a thousand shuddering waves, wracking her body from head to toe as her sheath clenched around him in spasms. The minute silky caresses drove Jamie to the end of his endurance and with a roar he emptied himself inside her before collapsing with her on the floor of the stall.

  Andi’s eyes were closed.

  Though every part of him told him to just stay where he was, Jamie forced himself to stand and turn off the water. He then gathered her limp body in his arms and urged her to her feet. Flipping the towel from the bar, he ran it over her hair before securing it around his waist. A thick robe hung beside the door and he took it, bundling her into the warm material.

  Moments later, they lay wrapped around each other in bed.

  Jamie forced himself to wait until the tremors left her body before he rose up on his elbow to look at her.

  He hadn’t worn a condom.

  And forcing himself to be honest, he knew he had subconsciously done it on purpose, marking her. In this day and time, a man who took a woman to bed without any protection was a fool, and h
e couldn’t remember ever forgetting it. He knew he never had. This was the first time he had ever buried himself inside a woman’s body with absolutely nothing between them. Jamie was a civilized man, but this woman had brought forth instincts he hadn’t even known existed. With a sigh, he reached down, placed his large warm palm over her belly and quietly said, “Andi, I didn’t use anything.”

  Her eyes flew open and she stared up at him. “What?”

  “I didn’t wear a rubber.”

  Her tongue darted out and a soft pink settled on her cheeks as she peered up at him.

  God, this woman writes romance. Hell, she’d given him a hard-on with the sex scenes, and he still couldn’t believe he had even read the damn book. She was so tight, he knew it had been a while, but she made serious money with stories about love and sex.

  And she was blushing over a simple statement about birth control. Rolling his eyes, Jamie asked, “You on the pill?”

  Hesitantly, she shook her head no. Then she rolled away from him. “Ah, I was hoping this wouldn’t come up,” she said softly, drawing her legs up and looping her arms around them. “You don’t have anything to worry about. Last night—”

  She broke off, turning her flushed face away from him. Catching her chin, Jamie drew her eyes back to his and prodded, “Last night?”

  In a rush, she said, “Last night was the first time.”

  “First?” he echoed, not comprehending.

  “First,” she repeated, tugging her face away from his grasp.

  “As in never?” he said, starting to look a little dazed himself.

  “As in never,” she agreed, tension tightening her shoulders. Automatically, she blanked her face, hiding her emotions as she had so often done in the past.

  A whispered curse left him before he looked her in the eye and said, “Why didn’t you say something?”