Full Throttle (17 page)

“Sensitive there, Sammy?” Josh spoke with a smile on
his lips, even as he slid his mouth across her cheek to her ear. He nibbled her
lobe, and Sammy felt his hot breath tickle across her skin.

She moaned and threaded her fingers into his short,
but unruly, hair.

“And there.”
He
said, his voice right against her ear, so close,
so
intimate as he licked at her lobe, the fiery heat of it making Sammy squirm and
melt all at once.

Oh yes, she liked him talking to her. His voice
alone sent shivers over her body, the deep rumble of sound sliding into her
ears and right to her core.

“Take this off.”

Sammy opened her eyes and looked at Josh as he
pulled back enough to allow her to remove her top. She blinked twice and
brought her trembling hands up to the hem. Josh watched her, his dark eyes
studying as if trying to figure her out. Sammy lifted her top and peeled it off
her head and past her long hair. She laid it to the side and tried to breathe
past her emotions. Sure, she had taken her top off in the kitchen. Sure, he had
seen her breasts. But, as Josh took his time looking at her, Sammy felt those
dark thoughts, past comments, creeping up and into her mind like slow moving
spiders.

“Josh,” She breathed, “Please
touch
me.” She said, her voice said on a breath full of panic.

Josh glanced up and Sammy caught his slow moving
grin. He placed one knee on the bed between her thighs and pushed her backwards
with a hand to her shoulder. “No need to beg, sweetheart.” He bent his head and
Sammy gasped when his mouth closed over her right nipple. Her hands weaved into
his hair and Sammy found that she shamelessly arched into his wet kisses.

“Better?”

Sammy glanced down and saw him looking up at her,
his dark gaze heavy with heat and suggestion.

She nodded. “Thank you,” she said, so utterly
thankful for this moment.

Josh slid his hand over her side and across her bare
ribs to cup her breast. He lifted it to his mouth and tasted again. Sammy tried
to watch the erotic spectacle, knowing that this would be her only chance to
know what it looked like to have Josh tasting her and pleasuring her in ways
she didn’t know existed. But her eyes slid shut as his mouth caused tingles to
fan out all the way to her toes.

Before Josh, having her breasts stroked and touched
had felt bland, but the more Josh put his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, on her
breasts, the higher her emotions ramped up. And when he pressed his hips into
the center of her body, Sammy forgot entirely who she was and rocked her hips
forward, hungry for more pressure against her sex.

Josh groaned, and he pressed his rigid cock harder
into her, jostling her across the bed a little. Sammy barely resisted rolling
her eyes back into her head with pleasure. Her insides were jelly, while her
head was full of begging. Her jogging bottoms suddenly became too thick, too
heavy and Sammy reached down and pushed at the waistline.

Josh pulled back just enough to allow her to push
her pants down. He helped her drag them past her cast. Sammy watched as his
eyes darkened and his hand reached for the scrap of underwear that covered her
sex. He hooked his thumb beneath the strap and tugged those down, too. Sammy
lifted her bum and closed her eyes for a brief moment, aware that she was
naked.

With Josh!

Chapter
Sixteen

Josh had never been so turned on in his life. He’d never
seen such a combination of innocence and sex-kitten in a woman before, and her
courage was driving him wild.

Naked, Sammy lay on her bed, underneath him,
breathing fast nervous, yet clutching him, stroking at him as if she needed
nothing more than him inside her. Josh couldn’t believe what a turn on it all
was.

So many years he had taken women into his bed that took
control, or took none. Those women were all playing a game, all after getting
their kicks. Sammy, she was just honest, and naked before him, when clearly, it
was difficult for her to do. She knew nothing about kicks she was just a
hostage to her bodily needs.

Josh reached down and stroked his fingers over her
flat stomach. Sammy, the hot little biker chick, had a fucking amazing body. It
wasn’t the starved body of a woman more interested in her looks than anything
else. There was nothing fake about Sammy’s rounded, yet slim, figure. He roamed
his hand down a little and brushed along the dark blond hair at her center. He
smiled when her muscles jumped and he glanced up to find her watching him with
those pretty green eyes.

“You have a beautiful body, Sam.” He flattened his
hands on her stomach and slowly slid them up past her ribs and cupped the weight
of her breasts in both hands.
“Perfect tits.”
He said
as he bent and sucked one into his mouth. Christ! He could spend all day right
here, tasting her tits. Sammy liked her breasts being kissed, he knew, because
she gasped and moaned quietly each time, even gripping his hair with sharp
nails. He sucked hard on one and tugged it gently with his teeth. Sammy moaned
louder and Josh felt the sound all the way to his dick.

“Josh, please.” She gasped and he smiled against her
flesh.

Josh dragged his free hand down her ribs and reveled
when she jumped and twitched under his touch. He brushed his fingertips through
the small thatch of hair and Sammy moaned low, a sexy sound that almost had him
coming in his pants.

“This? Sammy? You want this?” He dipped his fingers
past her needy nub and pressed his palm against her clit. Sammy moaned and
raised her hips, and Josh sucked in a tight breath.

She might be nervous, she might be inexperienced,
but Sammy was so sexual,
so
perfect as she begged him
for more with her body, with her moans. He pushed a finger into her tight, wet
channel and caught Sammy’s cry of pleasure in his mouth. Her hands which had
moved away
briefly,
now whipped up and threaded deeply
into his hair. She probably didn’t know that in this moment, she was tugging at
his hair
tightly,
she probably had no idea that she
was lifting her hips like a needy sex-kitten. She would no doubt be embarrassed
by her wild behavior.

Josh loved it. And it was then that he realized he
was in big trouble.

Stunned by his thoughts Josh stalled his hand
movements.

Sammy lifted her head and stroked her fingers along
his face and Josh saw her blushed cheeks. She was beautiful, under him and he knew
that in this moment, he was a goner. Her words from earlier sifted into his
brain,
“I know, Josh. I don’t want any
more than that either.”
He had been stung by her instant refusal to want
more. And who could blame her? What would Sammy want with him?

But with her
laying
naked
underneath him, Josh couldn’t find the chivalry to let her off the hook.
Selfishly, he wanted this for himself. He wanted Sammy to experience how to be
loved by a man—by him. He wanted to know what it was to make love, not fuck, a
woman with class.

“Josh —”

Josh cut her question off with his mouth, his tongue
on hers, and his palm as he pressed down on her clit again. He pushed two
fingers deep inside her and held on as she writhed beneath him. Words of
begging, of pleading, fell from her lips, and when she bowed beneath him and
cried out with the force of her orgasm, Josh made sure he wrung every ripple of
pleasure from her,
then
waited until her body relaxed
a little.

Josh pulled back, and watched as Sammy shuddered and
smiled beneath him. Her pretty green eyes filled with sated peace that Josh
knew could only come on the heels of an orgasm. He enjoyed knowing that he had
brought that kind of pleasure to Sammy, he liked knowing he had made her
explode.

He moved away from her, Sammy’s eyes flashing with a
confused frown.

“We’re not finished?” Sammy asked, her bottom lip
turning inwards with concern on her face.
Sammy
reached for Josh, but he backed away, feeling the frission of hurt that
increased her with tension.

“It’s
all right, sweetheart. Just making sure you’re comfortable.”

Then,
with gentle, reverent resolve, he lifted her casted leg, placing a pillow
underneath. He leaned down, placing a kiss on the dark bruise just above her
hip.

“No, we’re not finished, Sammy. Not by a long shot.”
He said. Josh stood up, reached for his belt and savored how Sammy’s green, hungry
gaze fell to his hands as she watched him divest himself of his jeans. He took
a condom from his pocket and rolled it on, all the while watching for any sign
Sammy wanted to back out. He never saw one. When he climbed on the bed, Sammy
reached for him, her fingers brushing over his stomach and his tattoo, her
pretty gaze riveted on the sight of the dark pattern, even as her fingers
played over the bold lines. “So sexy,” she purred, her voice reaching right
into his chest and tugging at his heart. He settled between her legs, and Sammy
lifted her gaze to him, her beautiful expression
so
open and honest as she spread her legs wider and wordlessly invited him in.

Josh dipped his hips and pressed his dick into her,
her wet folds opening and squeezing him in blissful torture. “Ah, fuck, Sammy.”
Josh ground the words out as he pushed slowly, using all of his restraint to
keep from pounding into her wet heat. He could feel her hands on his neck, his
back, his arms, as she petted him and moaned quietly.

He looked down to where they were joined and
shuddered from the thrill of seeing her flat, pale—so fucking feminine—stomach
below his hairy, tanned, and muscular one. He pushed in the last few inches and
raised his head.

Sammy watched
him,
her lips
open on panted breaths, her eyes wide with lust. He kissed her mouth hard and
loved—fucking loved—when she gripped his hair in needy fists.

He pulled back and thrust into her, this time
harder. Sammy moaned, raised her hips to meet him, and it was then that the tether
on his control snapped. He drew his hips back and pushed into her.

Sammy cried out, a blissful sound of pleasure. He
rose up on his hands and stared down at her as he drove inside. Sammy met him
thrust for thrust, lifting her hips and using a grip on his arms for leverage.
She was wild beneath him, taking everything he had—giving so much more. Her
perfect tits jostled with every thrust, her seeking hands scraping sexy lines
into his back. Sammy bit her
lips,
panted and moaned,
raising her hips time and time again as she desperately sought her orgasm. When
it came, Josh felt her inner muscles squeeze him tightly, the result being his
balls tightened and his head spun. Her cries were like music to his cock and
Josh
came
so hard his
ck
eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head.

He caught himself just before he collapsed on top of
her, mindful still of her bruised skin. He fell onto his back and stared at the
ceiling as his body came down from the high.

Josh couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so
hard, couldn’t remember the last time his head had been as involved as his dick
during sex. The way Sammy had changed from a timid cat into a wild thing, was
potent mix of
I want more, and
oh-fuck-what-have-I-done?
He turned his head and looked at her. Sammy was on
her back too, looking at the ceiling, her eyes wide with thought,
her
bare breasts rising and falling with her every panted
breath.

Beautiful.
How
the hell was he supposed to stick to his one night only rule now? Because Josh knew
he would want more of that, already did, in fact.

He sat up and climbed off the bed, moved to the
bathroom and removed the condom, washing his hands and face. He caught his
reflection in the mirror and paused. First thing he saw was the massive black
tattoo rising up his arm and across his chest, the tattoo that Sammy had so
lovingly traced a moment before he fucked her. The thick-lined design covered
half his chest and most of his right arm. He looked hard, dangerous and like trouble.
He glanced into the bedroom where Sammy was climbing under the sheets. Her body,
in contrast, was pale like a fresh snow, the kind that makes you wide-eyed with
wonder. She was beautiful, so achingly pure, and suddenly Josh felt like a
thief, a dirty used up nothing that just got lucky. He turned his face back to
the mirror and remembered who and what he was, and most certainly what he
wasn’t, and that was good enough for Sammy.

Josh dropped his head and sighed.

“Idiot.
Lusting after things you shouldn’t touch.”

The harsh words spoken by his probation officer when
he was eighteen flew through his mind.
“That’s
it now,
m’boy,
you have just fucked up your life. One
stupid decision has made the rest of your life worthless.”

And Josh couldn’t help but agree, not for the first
time, that the decisions he made as a youth were still coloring his life today,
ten years on.

Sammy was a respectable, kind, honorable woman, a
teacher no less. She didn’t need to get mixed up with him.