Heat Wave Box Set: Volumes I-III Page 4

  Then, in contrast to the slowness with which he’d unzipped the skirt, he yanked it down to the floor. I moved my feet to slip out of my heels. He leaned down to my ear again. “I said don’t move. Leave the shoes on.” He moved behind me, knelt down and lifted my feet out of my skirt. My heart beat wildly as he stepped back to look at me. I couldn’t see his face, only the white plaster on his wall, but knowing that his hot blue gaze was on me as I stood in just my panties and shoes brought me close to pleading. My pussy pulsed with a need so strong, I nearly repeated this morning’s activity.

  I heard him move closer. I drew in a breath and held it as his fingers traced the top of my panties.

  “After the hot day in my office, maybe I should shower off,” my tremulous voice matched the way my body felt, shaky and unstable.

  He dragged his tongue across my shoulder and then without warning he reached between my legs and under my panties. My knees nearly buckled as his finger swiped through the sticky cream between the folds of my pussy. I fell slightly forward in disappointment as he pulled his hand from between my legs again. He stood next to me now, and I watched as he lifted his finger to his mouth and sucked on it. “No shower. I want to taste you, not soap and water.”

  A blush covered my entire body as he spoke. Then, making good on his statement, he knelt down behind me. My panties dropped around my ankles with one tug. He took hold of my ankle and pulled one foot free and then placed it down a good distance from the other. My legs were spread wide. Every intimate part of me was exposed to his gaze, to his whim. He could do whatever he liked, and I wouldn’t stop him. I wanted him to do what he pleased, and he knew it.

  He lifted up on his knees and his strong hands took hold of my hips. He brought my naked ass closer to his face. He kissed the bare skin of my bottom, leaving a lingering trail of heat that led straight to the ache between my legs. He pulled my ass toward him, nearly yanking my hands off the wall, hands that were now my sole support as my legs could hardly hold me up anymore. His tongue impaled the tight hole of my anus. At first I pulled away and tightened my butt cheeks. But he persisted. To render me incapable of resisting, he reached around the front of me with one hand and dragged a large fingertip along my clit. My knees buckled temporarily, but I didn’t want him to stop. I would crumple into a sobbing heap if he stopped. I steadied my legs.

  His thumb massaged my clit as his fingers pushed inside of me. He pulled me back toward his mouth. My ass was sticking out, ripe and willing now. More than willing. I wanted his tongue to explore every inch of me. He slipped a finger into my now wet anus, and he positioned me so that my pussy was even more exposed. My hands stuttered down the smooth cold wall, but I left them there for support. I found myself bracing hard against his mouth and hands. I wanted more and I wanted it harder and deeper. I wanted him to penetrate every part of me. My head dropped forward as splinters of light flashed behind my closed eyes. Part of me was as supple and helpless as a rag doll, but other parts were rigid and hot and fighting fiercely to be ravished.

  As if my dirty desires floated around my head in erotic thought bubbles, he responded to my silent pleas. My pussy was gaping with need, wet and hot beyond anything I had ever experienced, as he impaled me with his tongue. He stroked every intimate spot with the precision of a master. One finger continued to plunge in and out of my anus while the other hand rubbed my clit. As his tongue moved in and out of me, I rocked hard against the delicious assault. My mind had drifted to some other place. I was no longer connected to the wall or to my body. All thoughts and feelings went straight to the complete and utter invasion of my pussy.

  I clutched futilely at the hard wall. I needed to wrap my fingers in bed sheets or hair, his hair. I wanted to tangle my hands in his long dark hair and hold onto him as I reached the cliff that would take me to orgasm. But he was behind me, tucked securely between my legs. Right where I needed him to be. I scooted my legs together and clutched his hand and mouth tightly between. I pushed my ass out to meet the thrusts of his finger and then withdrew and pushed out again. I screamed out in ecstasy as my pussy clenched around his hand and mouth. My body was wracked with jolts of pleasure and I could no longer support myself. My hands slid down the wall, and I was on my hands and knees. But he stayed behind me, his face buried against my pussy, his tongue still caressing me with long, gentle strokes. A soft whimper rolled from my lips. My arms and legs shook beneath me.

  “God, darlin’, you are unfuckingbelievable,” he whispered against my raw flesh.

  He stood and held a hand down to me. I was weak and dizzy as he helped me to my feet. My ankles wobbled in my tall shoes. Without another word, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to his bedroom.

  He lowered me onto the bed in a gentlemanly manner as if he hadn’t just brought me to climax, pressed naked up against the wall and with every intimate part of me being filled.

  He stared down at me as he yanked his shirt off over his head. Seeing his bare chest and arms again, and the sensual tattoo of the snake crawling from the inside of his wrist up to his shoulder, made me ache for him to fuck me. Even though I’d just experienced the best orgasm of my life, I wanted him to climb inside of me.

  I sat up, groggily as if I’d been drugged. I reached for his fly. “Please,” I asked, still playing the submissive.

  He nodded and I unbuttoned his jeans. My heart pounded in my chest. His warm, rapid breaths rained down on my head as I pushed the pants down below his hips. His cock strained against the boxer briefs. I reached up and traced the outline of it through the cotton fabric. He pulled in a breath. I pushed down his underwear, and his beautiful cock sprang free. I ran my tongue across my lips as I wrapped my fingers around the impossibly thick shaft. It was hot and rigid and moisture dripped off the fleshy tip. I leaned forward and licked off the salty liquid. A deep groan rumbled in his throat.

  He took his shoes and jeans off. I leaned back on my elbows as he slid off my shoes. He placed my feet up on the bed so that my knees were up. I let them drop open. I wanted him to look at me and he did. “Holy hell, Jamie, you make me so hard, I’m in fucking pain.” He reached into the nightstand by the bed and pulled out a condom.

  I’d never been one to jump quickly into bed with someone, and never on the first date. Hell, this had hardly been a date. But then, I’d most definitely never been the type of girl to do what I’d done this morning. Something about Beck just split my emotions and desires wide open. For this evening, I wasn’t Jamie, the successful career woman. I was Jamie, the loose, wild woman who needed nothing more than this incredible man between her legs. I was sure he wanted nothing more than a one night stand, and I was prepared to accept that. Maybe it was all I needed too. A night full of unbridled physical satisfaction. Then I’d be set for a few months.

  I scooted back on the mattress and he knelt between my thighs. His erect cock was intimidating, and I held my breath as I reached forward and took hold of it. I’d never felt nervous and unconfident about anything, even sex, but he seemed so skilled in this, I was worried about being clumsy and awkward.

  I watched him as I ran my hand along the hard as steel shaft. It throbbed in my grip, and I was wet again. I was ready again, which shocked the hell out of me. I had no idea I had this kind of passion, or lustful appetite within me. This was something he’d unlocked.

  I pushed up to sitting. His powerful body towered over me as I brought my lips to the tip of his cock. I held him tightly in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. The crisp black hair tickled my palm as I stroked his sac. His strong hands tangled in my hair as he held my head against him. I pushed his cock between my lips and tightened them around him. My tongue glided along as I moved him deeper into my mouth. He gripped my head in a silent plea to swallow him more. Which I did.

  His fingers twisted around my long hair, and he pulled gently at the strands, coaxing me to take him farther. My other hand c
ontinued to cradle his balls, as my mouth ran up and down, teasing more liquid from the tip of his cock.

  Suddenly, a frustrated groan shot from his mouth, and he released me. I pulled my mouth from him and peered up. “Am I doing something wrong?” The words sounded foreign to me. In business I would never let my guard down enough to ask that question. I refused to do things wrong in business. But here, with my Hollywood Adonis, I felt insecure.

  “You’re doing nothing wrong.” His voice was low and rough. “That’s the problem. Because of you, I’ve been hard all damn day, and I won’t be satisfied until I fuck you.” He opened the condom, and we stared at each other as he slid it on. My pussy was aching now, in anticipation of what was to come. He placed his fists on either side of me and brought his face up to mine. He licked my bottom lip and waited for an answer. “Is that all right, darlin’? Is it all right if I fuck you?”

  “Yes,” I answered, trying to keep the pleading from my tone. But he continued to gaze at me. Pleading was what he wanted. He wanted me to beg for it, and I wanted to do just that. “Please, Beck, I’m begging you to fuck me.” I reached up and smoothed my palm over his chest. “Just like you did this morning, in my imagination, as I watched you work outside my window.” I opened my legs wider. “That’s why I did it. I was in agony thinking about you here between my legs. So please put me out of my misery and fuck me.”

  I had no delusions about his strength. He was built like a damn gladiator, but he moved and had me in his powerful grip so fast, I could hardly catch my breath. He’d caught up both my thin wrists in one hand. He stretched my arms above my head. I could struggle, but there was no way to free myself from his iron grip. With his knees, he pushed my thighs apart. He braced himself on his free hand and stared down watching with undivided attention as he pushed his cock inside of me with slow, perfect precision. He was long and thick. My pussy was filled so tightly, I could feel every glorious inch of him.

  Then he withdrew halfway and stared down at me with deep blue eyes that looked glazed with hunger. His fingers tightened around my wrists. I was his to do with what he pleased, and I was helpless in his forceful grip. He pushed back into me, hard and fast this time. My pussy, already tingling from the first orgasm, clamped around him. Every time he impaled me, a delicious ache shot through me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. As deep as he was, I wanted him to go deeper, to reach a place that had never been touched yet. He sensed my need for it, and a faint smiled crossed his face.

  “You want more of me, beautiful?” he asked.

  “Yes.” The word drifted away on a whisper.

  He released my hands. They tingled from his strong hold. He pulled out of me. His control over his own body was almost frightening. Any other man I’d been with, once inside, that would be it. A few good thrusts and it was over. Beck had complete command over me, and his own needs, as well.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” his order made me intoxicated with wanting him. I turned onto my stomach, and as I rose to my knees, he delivered a sharp slap to my ass. I gasped and scooted forward some, slightly shaken but feeling somehow that much more in need of him. My arms wobbled as I lifted up onto my hands and knees unsure of what would happen next.

  He lowered his mouth to my ear. Every time he drew near, the scent of him, the warmth drifting off his hard body, made my head spin more. “Did you like that, darlin’?”

  I didn’t answer at first. The truth was I didn’t know. I was slightly scared at the prospect of being spanked, but at the same time, the thrilling anticipation of it made my pussy scream out for it.

  “Yes? Or. No?” His breath brushed across my ear.

  “Yes, yes,” I said. Nothing about my reactions shocked me anymore. I’d been locked in a dull, pedestrian relationship, which lacked imagination, passion and most of all that element of the unknown that could make me quiver with anticipation. I wasn’t about to throw cold water on this.

  Another stinging slap. I cried out and clutched the bed sheets in my fingers, bracing for it again. But this time he stopped to kiss the pink, tender flesh before once again spanking me. Then he tended to my sore ass with kisses in the best, most erotic first aid I’d ever endured.

  “Hang on, darlin’.”

  I closed my eyes and held my breath, wondering what might come next. I’d never felt so aroused in my life, and nothing could ease the tight tension in my pussy but one thing. Then he delivered that one thing. He grabbed my hips with his strong hands and slammed inside of me, his hips rocking against my ass and his balls tapping my pussy with each blow. I knotted the sheets in my fist, and a small cry shot from my mouth after each impact.

  “God, you are so tight and so wet, I’m going to come fast, baby. Faster than I wanted.” His words ground out of his throat as his fingers dug into my flesh.

  His movements quickened, and I locked my elbows to keep from being pushed forward. His hand reached down and his fingers made love to my swollen clit as the glorious assault from behind continued. I scooted my knees together and clamped down on the hand he had tucked between my legs.

  “I won’t release until you’ve had enough, darlin’.” His tone was smoother now, more in control. He was concentrating on me. My satisfaction meant something, and I could feel him wanting me to come first. I could feel him needing me to enjoy this. And, God, was I. I had no idea how intense true lust could be until now.

  “I won’t finish until you are screaming out in fucking ecstasy, baby.”

  He would not have to wait much longer. He slowed his hips and ground into me long and deep while my clit vibrated between the cream-covered folds. And then it rushed through me, that small glimmer of sensation, like a fuse being lit before the explosion.

  Seconds later, I squeezed my legs shut on his hand and lifted my pussy for the final blow. “Beck, please, yes!” I cried out. The shuddering waves began between my legs and spread out through my entire body. While I was still quivering from it all, his pace quickened again, each impact sending a flood of pleasure rippling through me.

  “Fuck yeah,” he groaned. With one final blow, he clutched my hips and I could sense his body stiffening behind me as he came.

  I collapsed down onto the mattress, and he dropped down next to me. A moment of awkwardness followed. We’d just been completely intimate, even though we were technically strangers, and I worried that now he would just coldly dismiss me. I’d told myself that this was just a one night fling. It had been one hell of a fling at that, but now the thought of him just turning around and getting dressed, left a coldness in the pit of my stomach. I’d left myself wide open for this though.

  Beck turned to me, fulfilling my earlier fantasy of having this extremely beautiful man gaze at me over a pillow. It did not disappoint. Then he reached out and folded me into his strong arms, and I had to fight back tears. It was a tenderness so contradictory to the wild sex we’d just had that emotion just spilled through me. Could it really be like this? Were there really women out there who had lovers who took care of their needs first? Were there really women out there who could be strong in the outside world but fragile and submissive in the bedroom, in the arms of a man who cared? His embrace was extremely comforting, as if nothing could ever hurt me as long as his arms were there to protect me.

  “All day, I’ve been imagining what it would be like to have you in my bed—” He tightened his grip around me. “—in my arms, and now I know.”

  I peered up at him questioningly.

  He kissed me. “Far better than anything my imagination could produce.” He smiled. “And I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman blush so much.” He pushed a strand of hair from my face. “I would have thought it’d take a great deal more to make someone who has, more than likely, perfected the business deal poker face, produce a blush. But that’s not the case. And I have to say, it is a total turn on.” He laughed. “See, your c
heeks are pink again.”

  I pulled the sheet up to cover my face.

  He hugged me closer. “All right, I’ll stop.”

  “Would you like a drink? I’m going to go get a beer.”

  “Water, please.”

  He sat up. I watched as he got up. His muscular back, his array of tattoos, his small, tight butt, all of it together, made an extraordinary picture. I slipped out of bed to use the restroom. My hair was a wild mess, and my cheeks were still stained pink. It was rare when I looked in the mirror and saw a blissful, carefree image staring back at me, but I liked what I saw.

  There was a tilted drafting table in the corner near the window. A metal stool sat beneath it. The top was cluttered with pencils, felt tip markers and a large drawing pad. I walked over and opened the up the drawing pad. The images were graphic novel characters, the type you’d see in comic books or video games. And they were excellent. Every expression told a story.

  Footsteps creaked in the hallway, and I closed the pad, not wanting to be caught snooping. Feeling extremely naked, mostly because I was completely naked, I reached for my blouse as he stepped into the room with a beer and glass of water. “Don’t,” he said.

  I gripped the blouse in my hand and looked up at him.

  “I just want to see you naked for a little while longer. Aside from washing windows, I’m an artist. Watching and studying the human form is a favorite past time.” He handed me the water and his fingers, fingers that had just helped me to two mindblowing orgasms, brushed my hand. His blue eyes were pale in the lamplight of the room. “Especially when that human form is stunning.” He continued to look at me, and I felt the heat of another blush rising. “Seriously, you look as if some master sculptor carved you out of a smooth piece of ivory-colored marble, the perfect woman, set forever in stone.”