Sand Angel (10 page)

When he was within touching distance, her pink tongue slid between her lips and swept across the sensitive head of his dick, stealing a taste. A shudder shook him from head to toe.

Damn, that felt good.

He eased closer. Her mouth parted and his cock disappeared between her lips, until he was seated halfway into her warm, wet recess. With slow swirls her tongue danced around his length. Sliding up one side and then curling around the head of his shaft, applying pressure on the small slit. Then the suction came, a pull that nearly buckled his knees. The light scrape of her teeth set his hips in motion.

His fingers tightened in her hair. She moaned, the sound a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Fuck me, baby.” She took him deeper, and then eased him out until just the head of his cock was in her mouth. Her tongue swirled again around the crown. “Yeah. Like that. Nice and slow.” On another stroke she took him to the back of her throat. “God, baby. Yes.” Her eyes watered. Her nostrils widened with each strangled breath, but she took him deeper. The muscles in her neck tightened, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him in earnest.

He hissed before inhaling a tight breath. Then she swallowed. Her throat muscles pressed and convulsed around him. His balls slammed against the base of his cock.

Fuck! He was going to lose it.

Before he could pull from her warmth he exploded, filling her mouth with his semen. He couldn’t stop trembling as jet after jet splashed against the back of her throat. Her eyes widened. She made a little choking sound.

Shit! What had he done?

Her eyelids slid closed. The soft, sated moan she released made his toes curl. She wanted his seed. And if he questioned the fact, the way she licked and suckled, wringing every bit of his semen from him until he was spent, erased any doubt.

His heart melted.

When Drew slipped from Zoë’s mouth, her delicate tongue licked her lips like a cat cleaning the cream off her whiskers. Her light-blue eyes opened and she smiled.

“You’re going to be the death of me, baby.”

Her soft and sexy laughter caressed his ears as he assisted her to her feet.

“What’s next?” she asked with a hint of eagerness that thrilled him.

“There isn’t anything sexier than a bound woman on a motorcycle.” A picture of a half-naked woman straddling a motorcycle was a sure way to sell a magazine. Every man’s fantasy was to strip a woman completely free of her clothing, let the leather of the seat caress her swollen folds, then fuck the shit out of her, before going for a ride. In that order, he chuckled silently.

Her Honda 250 CR was securely strapped to the ceiling and floor. It didn’t take long to have her exactly where he wanted her, straddling the bike backward so she was exposed before him. With a little adjustment to the bungee cord around her wrists now in front of her, he lengthened it so that he could run the other hook to the ceiling, raising her arms high above her head.

Toes perched against the foot pegs, she arched her back, presenting him with her delicious breasts. With her thighs parted, the sexy position set his heart pounding and gave him a splendid view of her moist pussy. With a swipe of his finger he skimmed her folds.

She gasped, a tremor shaking her.

“Damn, baby, you’re wet. I can’t wait to taste you.” His finger slipped into his mouth. It was honey on his tongue as he sucked her essence from his finger.

She clutched the bungee cord in her hands. “Then stop talking. I’m dying here.” Her voice was heavy with desire. Sensual lashes lowered lazily to shadow even more sensual eyes. The woman was the sexiest creature he had ever seen.

With thick, strawberry-blonde hair draping down her back and caressing the handlebars, her arms tensed and held high above her head, she looked wild and untamed—a challenge.

He could never pass up a challenge.

A stirring erupted in his loins and blood rushed down his cock. Unbelievable. He was hard again.

“Drew?”

He took a step back and admired his handiwork. “Not yet. I want to look at you for a minute.”

“But, Drew, I’m horny…I need you.” The whine in her voice was so contradictory to her new hard-as-nails persona.

“Pleasure yourself on the seat.” He eased backward until the back of his knees touched the fly stool behind him, forcing him to sit on the cool vinyl.

Using the bungee cords she sat up straighter. “Undo my hands.” Her lithe body squirmed so enticingly across the leather. The scent of her heat mingling with the leather was heady.

He widened his thighs and took his cock in hand. “No hands. Use the seat.”

Her brows furrowed. Her bottom lip jutted out. “Not fair.” Her gaze snapped to the slow rhythm of his hand stroking up and down. “You’re using your hand.”

“Yeah. But I’m not tied up.” He continued the steady pumping.

She leaned forward, pressing her pussy against the cool seat. Her hips rocked back and forth. “Drew, this is torture watching you.” Suddenly her eyes closed, her mouth parted on a cry as she found a sensitive spot. It was so fucking hot to see her sensual expression, to know her juices dampened the area beneath her.

“Ride it, baby.” He tightened his grip. She was so uninhibited. “Rub your clit hard against the leather.”

Feet flat on the foot pegs, she angled herself so the seam of the seat wedged between her slit. The muscles in her thighs and calves firmed as she used the sway of her body to increase the friction.

Rosy nipples puckered, full breasts bounced with the grinding of her hips. Her mouth remained slightly open. She panted softly, releasing the sexiest mewling sounds.

He had never known a woman as passionate as Zoë at nineteen. But the one before him now was a hot-blooded temptress.

“Stop, baby. Don’t come until I tell you to.”

Eyelids mere slits, lips puckered, she groaned her disappointment. “Drew. I’m almost there.” Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

Releasing his cock, he pushed to his feet. “I want to taste you as you come.” Hastened steps carried him to her side. “I want your juices all over my face, baby.”

“Dammit, Drew. Don’t talk like that or it’ll be all over before you even untie me.”

“Who said anything about untying you?”

Frustration wrinkled her forehead. He rolled her nipple between two fingers. She arched into his hand.

“You’re mine to do with as I want. And right now I want your wrists bound and your thighs parted.” He released her and gripped her by the waist, lifting her so she could swing her leg over the bike sitting sideways. “Now spread ’em, baby.”

She didn’t hesitate.

As he moved between her thighs, he realized that although this appeared to be a wonderful fantasy, it just wouldn’t work. There was no way his tongue would get the access he needed to truly pleasure her. If he moved her closer to the edge, she’d fall right off the bike.

Somehow he must have revealed his quandary, by a look or the exasperated breath he exhaled, because she started to giggle. The light, airy sound caressed his ears like a soft breeze. He loved hearing her happy.

His palms cupped her face. “So you think this is funny?” He gave her a quick, firm kiss before working quickly to unfasten her wrists.

“Not exactly all it’s cracked up to be, is it?” Her arms folded around his neck as her legs circled his waist and locked at the ankles behind his back. “Why not take me to bed and fuck me? Hmmm…” she hummed as he moved through the trailer.

They landed on the bed in a heap of laughter. He tried to kiss her, but she jerked away, fighting him as they wrestled around the bed. Breathless, he finally caught her by the ankle and parted her thighs, opening her wide for his pleasure. Sultry was the best word he could think of for the expression on her face as she watched him slowly bend each of her knees so the soles of her feet were flat against the cover.

Slipping his palms beneath her ass, he raised her hips off the bed and lowered his head between her legs. Her breath caught as he kissed her folds, his tongue licking a path along her slit.

Her fingers wove through his hair. He fought the pressure she exerted to force him closer to her tender opening. Her hands clenched tighter in his hair. Sweet pain, as she cried, “Drew, please.”

His tongue circled the engorged little bundle of nerves and she shattered. She bucked and rocked against his mouth as he held her close, licking and sucking and nibbling on the hard bud. Then he sank his tongue deep inside and lapped at her juices flowing with her climax.

“Oh God.” She jerked beneath his assault. “Stop, Drew.” She pushed against his head, trying to drive him back. “I can’t take any more.”

But she could, and he wouldn’t stop.

Again she jerked away, convulsing. He continued until he wrung another orgasm from her delicious body. The scream she released was probably heard by all.

Loud thumps, pounding on the outside of the toy hauler, confirmed it. Everyone had heard Zoë’s cry of passion. Muffled laughter and dirty comments permeated the walls of the trailer.

From between Zoë’s legs he gazed up at her. He didn’t know if the flush on her cheeks was embarrassment or the heat of the moment. Yet he knew the twinkle in her eyes was for him and him alone.

The trailer began to rock as the people outside pushed and shoved. Josh had found himself a wild bunch to party with tonight and it appeared Zoë and he were their entertainment.

Slowly Drew covered Zoë with his heated body. Nothing would stop him from taking her again. With a single thrust his cock slid into her warm, wet core. She arched, releasing an audible sigh as he drove deep inside. Picking up the rhythm of the rocking trailer and ignoring the boisterous crowd, he made love to Zoë before falling asleep in her arms.

Chapter Nine

It had to be seven o’clock, end of curfew, because engines began to start one after another. Eyes closed, Zoë listened to the high-pitched intensity of a Suzuki winding up and the four-beat roar of a Kawasaki. Scents of gas and oil drifted through the open window at the back of the trailer.

Crap. That’s why her and Drew’s little party had been shared with everyone outside. The walls were thin enough as it was. An open window brought every sound and smell inside out and outside in. She couldn’t help the smile that crept across her face. It was the second time last night that they had been caught with their pants down, literally.

A gentle breeze stirred the curtains and the light of day peeked through.

Yawning, Zoë stretched her arms, reaching high above her head and lengthening her body.

Ouch!

Muscles she hadn’t used in a while made themselves known. She was delightfully sore. Thoughts of their decadent night, the way Drew held her, touched her, came back to widen her smile. Every minute spent with Drew was worth the sweet discomfort she now felt. With a casual turn she rolled over to wish him good morning, only to discover that she was alone in bed.

A moment of panic overtook her, disappearing when she remembered Drew was an early riser. The sheet slipped off her naked body as she rose. The linoleum floor was cold beneath her feet. Every time she moved she found a new place that was tender. As she drew closer to the open window, she could smell bacon cooking. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since early yesterday.

Pulling back the curtain, she could see both Josh and Drew standing around the cook stove that Josh preferred using instead of the one in his trailer. Josh was dressed to ride in a red Fox outfit, while Drew wore jeans and a polo shirt. Kind of odd attire for the desert.

Grease popped as she heard Drew say, “I plan on going with Zoë for counseling.”

Zoë’s jaw dropped.
How does he know about— Dave. I’ll kill the bastard when I get my hands on him.
Damn boss was worse than a nosy family member. She’d only agreed to go to counseling after he threatened to contact Josh. Sonofabitch did it anyway.

With a spatula, Josh began to remove bacon from the pan. “Keep her in bed and she won’t get an opportunity to hurt herself.”

Ohmygod. They know everything.
Humiliation fanned across her cheeks, fast and furious.

Drew slapped Josh on the back. “That’s my plan, bro.”

“Yeah. I know. We heard you. Sounded like you two had a good time.” Josh dodged Drew’s playful swing.

The curtain slipped out of Zoë’s hands. She blinked back disbelief. Plan? Her stomach suddenly spasmed. She bent at the waist, clutching her arms around herself. She was going to be sick. What was last night? A pity fuck?

How could she be so stupid? Drew didn’t care about her—not on an intimate level. It was some elaborate plan for…what—to stop her from killing herself?

She drew herself to her full height.

If Dave told Josh about the counseling, then he also told her brother about why she was going and his theory on her death wish. As if the thought even entered her mind. She was a daredevil, not stupid.

And Josh had told Drew.

Tears welled in Zoë’s eyes, but she fought them with anger. Blinking hard, she pushed them right back where they came from. “You righteous sons of bitches.” The trailer shook beneath her heavy footsteps as she made it to the bathroom. With a twist of her hand she turned the shower on. She had to get Drew’s scent off her now.