Big Bad Easy (9 page)

His soapy hands slid between her ass cheeks again. She shivered as her pussy responded. “You did some pretty down and dirty moves out there. I’m not sure they were legal.” He pulsed his finger over her tight hole again and then made a show of rinsing his other hand before slipping it between the lips of her pussy.

Her head dipped back as he spread her juices over her clit. Her legs trembled and shocks traveled between where his two hands stimulated her erogenous zones. “I want you to do something illegal to me.”

He nibbled beneath her ear. “You want me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes,” she breathed as his fingers plunged both into her pussy and into her tight hole. She’d never let anyone play with her ass like this, and the way the stretching burned a bit made her want more of it. “Please.”

“Turn off the water, and I’ll get you ready. I do want to taste you first. You’re so wet. So very, very wet.” With one finger pulsing in her ass, her pussy clenched around the fingers he had deep into her. She gripped the cool steel handles that lined the tile wall. A whine escaped her lips when his fingers pulled out of both her pussy and ass.

He knelt before her and spread her legs wide. With a strong arm, he lifted one leg and set her foot upon one of the railings.

She was opened wide for him, exposed, and ready for his mouth to devour her. Her hips thrust forward of their own volition, a silent beg for him to begin.

“Mmm,” he voiced as he held her thighs in his hands, his thumbs gliding toward her pussy. He dived in, first taking a nip at her clit. When he licked his way down through her lips, she moaned. He made a leisurely trip with his tongue back to her clit, then his tongue pressed into her hot, wet center.

She jolted with the shock that overwhelmed her as he pulsed his pointed tongue inside her core. He swirled it around, touching all her nerve endings. Ecstasy spread from where his velvet flesh caressed her pussy. Just as she thought she couldn’t hold back the release that had hovered in her pelvis since he first touched her ass, his tongue darted to circle her clit. She exhaled and sucked in a quick breath to keep the orgasm away. She wanted to feel more of his tongue upon her soaked pussy. “Go slowly. I’m too close.”

His fingers spread her lips wider. “You are? I can fix that.”

A tremendous suction covered her clit as he tugged at it hard with his mouth. The pressure building inside her core jumped to her breasts and back to her pussy as the suction released. “Now I just want you to do that more.”

“Then I’ll have to keep you guessing, because I love the way you taste.” His tongue flicked at her clit. Fingers invaded her pussy, and she squeezed around them. He pulsed, teased, and licked as the fire inside her flamed to a height she didn’t think she could handle.

The flames licked higher, and she pinched her nipples. The tinge of pain heightened the pleasure of his mouth tasting her core. “I’m so close. More,” she begged. She heard him moan, and her voice matched his as his fingers left her pussy to plunge into her ass. The stretching brought pain that mixed perfectly with the pressure waiting to burst. The flames of her ecstasy reached higher and blinded her as her orgasm whipped through her. Her cries of passion echoed in the tiled room.

His hands slid up her body as he rose from his knees, and he sucked at her breasts. “My turn. Where did you say those condoms were?”

“Gym bag,” was all she could say as she struggled to lift her hand to point. She’d tossed them in with the vibrator and lube in case he had refused her tonight. The thought of the lube brought a grin to her face.

He took her hand and led her behind him. He laid a towel down on the wooden bench along one of the walls. Her gym bag lay beside it. He lifted out the box of condoms. She stayed his hand as she dipped into the bag to bring out the lube.

“You planned for this.” His eyebrows lifted twice. “I love a woman who thinks ahead.”

“Serendipity. I didn’t know I wanted you to take me in the ass. You made me want it.” She slid her hand along his rigid cock. He filled her hand, and her pussy juices flowed again as she thought of him stretching the tight hole of her ass. “I use this for self-play.” She turned her back to him and braced her hands on the bench. “I’m so ready for you.”

His hands massaged her globes and spread her juices from her pussy to her ass. “You look beautiful like this, but I want to see your face.” He lifted her torso. “Lie here.”

She did what he demanded. This seemed so personal, so connected. Watching him slide the condom over his considerable length, squeezing the lube over the stretched latex, and seeing him put the lube on his hand before pushing into her ass. She closed her eyes as the shadow of an orgasm traveled through her pussy.

He guided her legs upward, bending her in half. With her knees next to her ears, he held her hips with one hand. His other hand guided his cock to where it bumped her tight hole. He pushed forward.

As his tip glided into her, a delicious pain turned to delightful stretching. He pulsed. She gasped and relaxed, wanting him deeper inside her ass. She reached past her legs and took hold of his hips. “Give it to me, Jameson. All the way.”

He pulled out and plunged again, shoving her forward. She cried out as he filled her, stretched her, completed the need she had for him since he first played with her tight rosette.

“Is that too much?” He barely moved, but she felt every motion, every swirl of his hips as his cock made small thrusts.

“No. Give me more. Harder. I need it harder.” She dug her fingers into his hips communicating her desire through strength.

He complied, thrusting in and out, filling her, pleasing her. This invasion of her ass was what she needed. Something on the edge. Something different. She’d never allowed anyone to do this to her, but this man, from his muscles to the intensity of his blue eyes, had inspired this need.

“Damn, woman. You’re so tight.” He pressed his words out with each plunge. She squeezed the muscles of her hips and legs. “Oh, yes.”

She smiled and contracted her muscles more, making his thrusts stretch her more. She loved this anal play, from the glaze in his eyes to the swirl of pleasure and pain as his cock stretched her. Her head dipped back as he pulled nearly out of her. She grabbed at him, waiting for the forward thrust of his hips, nearly begging for his shaft to go deeper than before. His cock seemed harder, fuller with the renewed pumping.

Pleasure filled her again, part from the delicious pressure of his cock in her ass and part from the bliss etched on his face. His grunts echoed with her moans as another orgasm built inside her. She reached between her legs massaging her clit to quicken her release. His pace became frenzied, and the bench rocked with them. Its legs thumped a loud rhythm.

She cried out as her orgasm overtook her. She opened her eyes and watched as the satisfaction of his release spread across his face. He let out a loud moan, mouth open, eyes shut. His thrusts slowed, then stopped. He still held her hips aloft, and she gripped his thighs as if he were still plunging into her ass.

“I don’t want to let you go. You felt amazing,” he said in a deep husky voice.

“Let me go, and come home with me. We can do that all over again.” She wouldn’t ever let a man this good out of her reach.

“Isn’t it late?” He pulled out of her and lowered her legs down onto the towel-covered bench.

“No,” she licked her lips as she sat up. “It’s the perfect time to fuck all night.”

Chapter Eight

Jameson woke with a pure hatred of the sun that streamed through Zara’s bedroom window. The darkness of night could have gone on forever for him. He and Zara had another shower, this one more useful for getting the sweat off of them than the one at the gym, but it still led to sex. This time, though, they’d dried each other off carefully before she climbed on top of him. That had undone him, watching her breasts bounce and seeing her face as her orgasm rocked through her.

She’d fallen asleep on top of him, and he didn’t move her. The silk of her skin slid against his as her sleeping form slid to his side. He’d tucked his head next to hers and slept unlike his recent nights. Until the sun rose. Then he groaned and cursed at the world for turning.

“Don’t move. I still want to sleep.” Zara grabbed on to his arm and held it against her chest.

He tickled her pubic hair. “Me, too, but I have a boss who hates it when don’t show up.”

She wiggled her hips forward. “Do more of that.” Her hand flopped across his chest and crawled down his belly. She took hold of his semi-hard cock. “Is this guy interested?”

“Of course he is, but shouldn’t we do something about that window?” Jameson untangled his legs from hers and slipped her arms from his body. He rushed to the window, amazed that he didn’t think of shutting her drapes last night. The haze of sex and lust had blinded him to the potential danger. He didn’t want to consider it, but the cop side of him had to assume that she could be the murderer’s next target. Watching her could be the first step. “Do you ever close these?”

“I don’t think I do.” She rubbed her eyes and pushed her hair out of her face. “I don’t know. Maybe. Well. Crap. I don’t. No, I don’t close them.”

He yanked the curtains shut. “Start closing them.” His brain flipped theories and possibilities through like a frantic slide show. Had anyone watched them? Would it have been the same guy? Was he crazy for thinking that she could be a target?

“Sure. I will. What’s got into you?”

He turned to fuss at her, but one look had him softening his tone. Her hair was all awry, and lines from the pillows crisscrossed her cheek. “This is why I don’t work murder cases. It gets in my head. I can’t talk about what though. Except, it’s the reason that I can’t spend the morning with you. I’ve got to meet with someone.”

She tossed his underwear at him. “Fine. Workout tonight? Say seven?”

“Won’t we freak people out with our moves?” He imagined the gym manager stopping them from grappling with each other half naked, which was pretty much how Zara had dressed. He should have suspected her goals right then and there. His analytical brain had slipped, reading her, paying attention to his surroundings, especially when it came to her apartment. A man without an addled brain should have noticed the wide open curtains and closed them.

Normally, he wouldn’t have cared if someone watched them go at it. Last night, someone could have opened the door to that shower room and he wouldn’t have stopped. Sinking his cock into her ass with the sweet taste of her pussy on his lips had been bliss. Amazing. He’d think about it all day.

Zara stretched and slid out of the bed to be next to him. He welcomed her with a hand around her waist that settled on her ass. “I mean a real workout, no sex until later.”

“Yeah. I can do that. I’ve got a lot to do today, though.”

“Really? I thought mine was your last case.”

“They sucked me back in. I’m helping Decker with the murder investigation. I, uh.” He coughed. He would have to admit knowing some rather odd characters, or at least out of the main stream. A life-long New Orleans resident wouldn’t blink at the strange connections he had with burlesque dancers, Dominatrices, or sex club owners, but she might. Zara hadn’t been here long enough to understand that this was an authentic city that didn’t bother to hide its odd or ugly parts. Hell, the place paraded them more than once a year through the streets.

“What?” She nuzzled his neck as her hands spread over his chest. His cock jumped at her touch on his flesh.

He took her wrists in his hands. If she kept this up, he wouldn’t be able to refuse a quickie, and he didn’t have time for even that. He’d be late as it was, and Decker didn’t need any more ammunition for the jibes he dealt. “Let’s just say that I have connections with many more unsavory characters than my lieutenant.”

Her eyes widened. “Like?”

“I’ll tell you after the case is closed.”

“Aw, can I fuck you for the information?” She grinned and raised her eyebrows. “I always like to learn more about this city. It’s crazy and amazing.”

He laughed. This woman wasn’t like all the others. “Did anyone ever tell you that you swear like a sailor?”

“No, I’m worse. I swear like a soldier. We’ve got fouler mouths.”

“You don’t have to, now that you’re a civilian.”

“I know, but after being a grunt for so long, it makes sense to tell it like it is. Be blunt. Say you want to fuck if you do, because otherwise, someone might not understand you.”

He understood her point, but something made him want to gauge the level of her interest in him. “You could say making love or something like that.”

“I could, but that brings to mind chocolates and candlelight when what I really want from you is this body, this cock.” She took hold of his half-mast shaft. So easily he could have her on the bed. She pumped her hand up and down, toyed with his slit, and ran her thumb around his corona. Waves of need crashed through him with each caress. “That sounds terrible. Doesn’t it?” She guided his hand to her pussy and pushed his fingers through moist lips.

Hell. Decker could give him all kinds of shit. He wasn’t turning this down and, right after this, he’d go directly to work, no shower, no stopping at the station, just work. “Awful.” He circled his fingers over her clit, spreading her juices.

Her head lolled back. “Have I changed your mind?”

His fingers pressed into her warm, wet center. “Yes.”

“Good.” Her hand pumped along his shaft.

Blood rushed from his head into his cock as she squeezed from the base to the tip. “Do that much more, and I’ll come in your hand.”

She let go of his dick and reached to the bedside table where the string of condom packages hung. “We can’t have that.” She ripped the foil with her teeth and pushed him onto the bed.

“You’re not going to let me play? I like the taste of your pussy.” He also loved the squeeze of her thighs around his head as he brought her to orgasm with his tongue.

She smiled, a small one, full of satisfaction. “I know, but we both have jobs and bosses. Let’s make this quick.” She rolled the condom onto his full mast.