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She felt her lips curling into a smile as genuine joy blossomed in her heart…and genuine desire burned between her legs. “My pleasure.” Kiss me!
“John’s joke’s gone a little too far.”
She licked her lips as she watched his mouth form each word. Why hadn’t she ever noticed his lips before? They were very nice. Not so thin they looked like tight lines.
Some guys had very thin lips. She closed her eyes and imagined his mouth on her neck, breasts, pussy. Oh, yeah! “Joke?”
“Do you know anything about it? What did John pay all those women?”
Breathless, aflame from head to toe, she fought to speak. “I don’t know anything about a joke. John wasn’t here.” Her gaze wandered lower to his jaw, to the beginning of a five o’clock shadow. It gave him a rugged, bad boy look.
At the moment, that bad boy look was very appealing. Her achingly empty pussy clenched and another wave of warmth crashed through her body. “You should take a day off from shaving,” she suggested.
He lifted his hand to his face. “Why?”
“The stubble’s very sexy.”
He grabbed her upper arms and shoved her away, holding her at arm length. “Not you, too!”
Shocked and desperate to get close again, she screeched, “What?”
“Are you part of the joke, too?”
“No. I told you, I don’t know anything about a joke.” She leaned toward him.
“Please! Let’s dance. I’m enjoying this.”
“Just tell me you’re here because you want to be.”
She nodded emphatically. “Believe me, I wanna be.”
He pulled her closer again, and she sighed. Still, even though her boobs were flattened against his rib cage and her mound was grinding against his thigh, that wasn’t enough.
She wanted him, and she wanted him now. “Of course, if you want to know for sure, you could check under the skirt.”
She felt him stiffen against her, and she looked up. And then, knowing she’d probably never get a chance like this again, she reached up, pulled on his neck, stood on her tippy toes…and planted her mouth smack-dab on his.
His mouth was as stiff as the rest of him for a moment. Then, as she slowly, softly, slid her lips over his, they relaxed. She poked her tongue out, teasing his mouth, then bit oh-so-gently on his lower lip.
His deep groan reverberated through her body and her knees got wobbly. His hands dropped to her waist and her heart climbed into her throat. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and her pussy pulsed.
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Her body sang the “Halleluiah Chorus”. Her spirit drank in his every touch. Her soul wept with joy. And the echo of applause sounded in her ears.
And then he broke the kiss, and bewildered, dizzy, horny as hell, she looked around.
The music had stopped. A group had gathered around them. And every single person was applauding them.
She raised her hands in triumph and waved.
“Do you want to leave?” Lukas asked her in a clipped voice.
“Yep. Just give me a minute. Don’t leave without me.”
He mopped his forehead with a tissue. “Believe me, I won’t.”
Hating to leave his side, but knowing she must, she ran to Carlee’s last known location. Sure enough, she hadn’t moved. In fact, she was passed out in a chair.
At least she couldn’t hurt anyone.
Allie made arrangements with Judy to get Carlee a ride home, and Judy begrudgingly obliged. Then she returned to Lukas. “Okay. I’m ready.”
This time his smile was more than convincing. It stretched from one ear to the other.
“So am I. Let’s go.”
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Chapter Three
Good God! She couldn’t keep her hands off of him, or her thoughts out of the gutter…and every minute was priceless. Accepting a ride home from him, and quite certain he hadn’t been drinking, she let her mischievous hands wander from her lap to his, and to the very large, very warm lump between his legs.
When she rubbed, his neck got a little longer.
She’d bet that wasn’t the only thing that lengthened.
He cleared his throat. “I hope you don’t mind coming to my place. It’s small, but close.” He glanced her way at a red traffic light. “And close seems to be the key word at the moment.”
She scooted in the seat, until her skirt inched up her thighs. “Yes, close.” Then she took his hand off the stick—thank God he drove an automatic—and dropped it in her lap. “I’m very close.”
He dropped his head on the steering wheel, and the horn sounded, making them both jump. She laughed. He didn’t. When a horn blared behind them, he hit the gas and they rocketed down the street.
“Only a few more blocks.”
“Good. Then I won’t need these for long.” She reached up under her skirt and slipped her thong off, then dropped it on the dashboard in front of him.
Two white-knuckled fists gripped around the steering wheel, he gasped. “Sweet Jesus!”
“You know…” She resumed rubbing his cock. “I’ve been watching you for months.
And I’ve heard the quiet ones are wild. Are you wild?”
He visibly swallowed, and she sucked in another chuckle. She’d never felt so bold, so brazen, and damn it was great!
“I wouldn’t call myself wild, but I hold my own.”
“I hope you’ll be holding something else very soon.”
He stopped at a stop sign, and looked her square in the eye. “I will. In about five seconds.”
She parted her legs. “Good. One one-thousand, two one-thousand…”
She didn’t get any further. His mouth crushed hers in a wild kiss, practically knocking the wind out of her. His tongue thrust inside, probing and stroking, as a hand went right to her pussy.
As he found her clit and drew tight circles over it, she moaned into his mouth. “Oh, yes!”
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Behind her eyelids, lights flashed. Horns sounded.
Then he broke the kiss. “Oh, shit!” He hit the gas again. “I just need to get us home.
Then…”
Her legs parted, her pussy still burning from his touch, she asked, “Then what?”
“Then, all bets are off…and clothes too. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
“You have? With me?” She felt her heart melting. What a sweetie!
Nodding, he pulled the car into a driveway. “You have no idea.” His hands visibly trembling, he put the car into park, shut it off, and opened his door. “Wait right here.”
She waited. How sweet. A guy who still believed in old-fashioned manners.
He opened the door and offered her a hand out, and she accepted. Then he fumbled with the key in the front door, pushed it open, and waited for her to enter the dark house. No sooner were they both inside and the door closed, she was tossed over his shoulder and hauled through the living room to the bedroom.
She giggled as she bounced on his shoulder.
She had to give it to him. He knew how to take control.
He dropped her on the bed, flipped on a small bedside lamp, and a warm yellow glow cut through the inky blackness.
“Good, just enough light to see, without being too glaring.” In small doses, light was good. “Now what?” she asked, panting under his wandering gaze.
He climbed on the bed, a knee on each side of her ankles, and in one swift motion removed her skirt.
Lying naked from the waist down, she felt her blood pounding through her heart and his legs tensing against her. This man, with his ill-fitting clothes and sexy bad-boy stubble, was going to make her come without even touching her!
He was a god!
As if he’d read her mind, he smiled, gripped her ankles in his hands and pushed them back and up, until her thighs were spread wide and her pussy open f
or his taking.
She gasped. “Oh, God!”
“Sweet Jesus, look at you. So wet and ready.” He licked his lips, and she mirrored him, licking hers. “I’m going to eat away every sweet drop.”
His gaze raked over her sensitive flesh, and she gasped for a breath. He lowered his face and she clamped her eyelids against the overwhelming sight.
His first touch to her pussy was tentative, and thoroughly intoxicating. With a slick tongue, he skirted her folds.
Blind in her need, she drew her legs back further, opening to him. “More.” His tongue flickered over her clit, and she gasped. Her back spasmed, arching to tilt her pussy up. Oh, how she wanted him inside! Her pussy was ready. She could smell the scent of her own arousal in the air. “Oh, yes! More. Fuck me.”
“Not yet. Patience, love.”
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That was not what she wanted to hear. She reached for his head and tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging slightly and thrilling in the feel of his silky hair in her hands, the way his tongue danced over her pussy, the warmth pulsing through her body.
He sighed.
She sighed.
And then he stopped, and she blinked to focus her eyes.
He stood, and with his unwavering gaze planted on her face, he stripped his jacket and shirt off.
Oh, my! What the man was hiding under those clothes!
Her hands itched to explore his broad chest, cut into two by a deep crevasse. Dark curls sprinkled over his firm pecs and arrowed straight down his stomach between rows of abs. The line of hair disappeared under his pants waistband.
As he moved, his shoulder muscles flexed, his arm muscles tensed, his abs bunched. Oh. The sight of it all!
She slid her hand down to her pussy, and touched herself.
“That is a beautiful sight,” he murmured.
“So is that. More. Show me more.”
“You first.”
She slowly drew circles over her clit. Smooth liquid warmth seeped from deep inside. “What do you want to see?”
“Your tits.”
She sat up, removed her jacket, and unbuttoned her shirt, slowly. With each button unfastened, his gaze heated more. His limbs visibly tensed. The lump under his baggy trousers grew more obvious. When her shirt was fully opened, she shrugged out of it.
“If you want to see more, you have to take off your pants first.”
As quick as a flash, he was standing in his skivvies, snug athletic boxers.
And that bulge was enormous!
“Your turn!” He tipped his head toward her, his gaze fixed at the center of her chest.
She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, and then held the cups up over her boobs. The shoulder straps dropped down her arms. “I…uh…” Her boobs were too small. Would he be disappointed?
“Show me.”
She let the bra fall down and waited for his reaction.
Plain, unadulterated awe spread over his features. “They’re beautiful. Absolutely perfect.”
“They are?”
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“Yes. So firm and round, I can’t wait to feel them in my hands. I can’t wait to suck those lovely pink nipples…” He reached to touch her, but she backed away.
“Uh-uh! You still have your underwear on.”
Off they came, and out sprung a cock that practically made her drool. It was thick, long, and ready.
And she couldn’t wait to feel it buried deep inside.
She leaned back, opened her legs, and touched her pussy. “I want you.”
“How much do you want me?”
“This much.” Her attention focused on his flushed face, she plunged two fingers inside her pussy and pumped them in and out. Seeing him watch her was almost enough to send her over the brink, and she fought the urge to come, even as that telltale flush shot from her belly to every distant part of her. She closed her eyes.
“How much? Open your eyes, love.”
She opened them.
He gripped his cock in his hand and squeezed, then slid his fist up and down. As he worked his cock, she could see his body tensing. His features drew into tight lines. His forehead glistened with sweat. His hand ran up and down his cock, the sound like satin rubbing against satin. He moaned, and the sound hummed through her body. “I’ve wanted you for months, but I never thought…”
“Me, too.”
He kneeled on the bed, his cock still in his hand, need still etched over his face and body. And he rested his hand on her knee. “I…uh… Before we… I should…”
“What?”
“Rubber?”
“Yes.”
He rummaged through the nightstand and produced a string of black foil packages, and with shaking hands fought his way into one. He dropped it on the bed, and grumbling, searched for it among the rumpled bedding. “Oh, shit!”
“Here.” She sat up and searched the folds of the coverlet, closing her hand around it. “Please. Allow me.” She looked up into his wide-eyed gaze and then dropped her head and licked the head of his cock.
Pre-come! She licked every last bit of it away, and teased the underside of his cock with the tip of her tongue, then ran it down to the base and back up again.
His cock twitched against her mouth and his groan of pleasure made her smile. A hand found her pussy, and fingers tiptoed around her folds. On all fours, she opened her mouth and took him inside, as he stroked her pussy, circled her clit and pumped his fingers in and out.
Another finger teased her anus and, as she swallowed his cock, she relaxed and he breached her hole.
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The glorious agony!
Breathless, on the throes of ecstasy, she lifted her head, slid on the rubber, and released his cock.
His tongue followed his finger, leaving a slick trail from the small of her back down the crevice between her parted ass cheeks. And then it delved into her tight hole, and she bit back a cry of joy. What this man did for her!
He eased her onto her back, grabbed her knees and pushed them back and up, and teased her empty pussy with the broad head of that glorious cock.
Her inside muscles tensed and relaxed as anticipation ripped through her body.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
A muscle twitched on his cheek. “My pleasure.” He drove into her hard, and her cry of pleasure and need echoed through the dim room. His gaze fixed to hers, he growled, “Damn, woman.”
She gasped, tightened her pussy around his rod, and fisted the bedcovers as her blood pumped like liquid fire through her body. Her head spun and her eyelids grew heavy, still she fought to keep them open to see the raw heat on his face.
His jaw muscles clenched and his gaze become impossibly hotter as he hammered her roughly, on his knees, his hands pressing her legs wide open, his hips slamming against her ass. She felt the last of his self-control snap as he fucked her, heard his growling acquiescence to his need. He fucked her hard. Rough. Yet she drank it in, her own body welcoming the onslaught, the bite of his fingers on her thighs, his mouth on her breast, suckling, biting. His steel-hard cock ramming into her.
Each part of her body tensed and frenzied heat burst from her center, spreading out, and then she exploded. Her insides pulsed, her heartbeat careened out of control and she rocketed to the stars. She cried out, “Oh, yes!”
He hollered, his cock swollen inside, pounding in and out with each pulse of her pussy, and he exploded, dropping on top of her and driving his throbbing cock deep inside. His arms slipped under her back and vised around her, squeezing the air from her lungs. Still riding the wave of her own orgasm, she wrapped her legs around his waist and welcomed him inside, closing her eyes and absorbing every scent, sound and flavor that tread upon her senses.
Sex. The room smelled of sex.
She licked her dry lips. She tasted of sex. Of man. What a wonderful flavor. She sighed as her body grew limp under his
still knotted one. Her breathing slowed from shallow gasps to deep nourishing breaths, and sweet giddiness spread through her body, tickling her insides.
She wanted to giggle.
It didn’t take long until he too relaxed. His cock still deep inside her, he pulled her with him as he rolled onto his side. His erection hadn’t slackened a bit.
The man was animal! She loved it.
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Yes, the quiet ones were wild. And sex with Lukas, resident genius, had been absolutely unreal. She wanted more.
Tensing her inside muscles around him, she tested the waters. Would he fuck her again? She watched his face for a response and wasn’t disappointed. His eyelids lifted, his eyebrows shot to the upper regions of his forehead, and his mouth quirked into a naughty smile.
“Again?” he asked.
The bubbling giggles shot from her belly. “Yes. Please.”
He made a show of sighing, stretching his arms over his head and cracking his neck, first tipping his head one way then the other. In a swift stroke, he pulled out, removed the used condom, reached to the bedside table for another one, and slid it on his still concrete-hard cock. Then he sat up, rolling his shoulders backward then forward, like he was warming up for a workout. “All right, then. I’m game. But I’ll warn you. I can’t be held responsible for what I’ll do. It’s been a long, long time.”
She couldn’t help staring at his cock. It was as big and hard as ever. “You are a medical wonder.”
He smiled, crawled on top of her, pinning her shoulders to the bed with his broad hands, and licked his lips. “You’ll be thinking I’m more than that in a few minutes.”
She grinned, tipped her pelvis up and rubbed her mound over his sheathed cock.
“Promises, promises.”
His expression changed in the blink of an eye from playful to intense, still she knew it was a game. “You don’t believe me?” he said in a deep voice she assumed was meant to be menacing.
“Not.”
He bent his arms and lowered his mouth until it was a fraction of an inch from hers.
His warm breath heated her mouth. “Well then, do you have a few surprises coming.”
She licked her dry lips, waiting for his kiss, needing his kiss. And in the next breath she was left wanting his kiss. He jumped off of her and left the room, shutting the door behind him.