Sensual Stranger (13 page)

Toni’s thoughts exactly. Tossing his other boot, she didn’t
bother to check where it had landed. Painstakingly, she peeled off his socks
and cradled his right foot in her hands, propping it on her thigh. Although his
leg weighed a ton, she was a strong woman, used to physical labor. Head
lowered, she kissed the base of his toes, long, strong toes, perfect for such a
tall man. With her tongue, she licked their length, ignoring Zach’s choking
laughter.

His toes kept curling. He wiggled. At last, he ordered,
“Dammit, stop!”

No way. Toni needed to honor every part of him, beginning
here. She pressed her lips to the tip of each toe, then trailed kisses up his
foot to his ankle, suckling it even as her thumbnail stroked his sole.

On a strangled oath, Zach yanked his foot from her. Chin
pointed to the ceiling, chest heaving, he blurted, “Fuck, I can’t stand it.”

Cocking her head to the side, Toni looked at him from
beneath her lashes and used her most goading voice. “Baby.”

A long moment passed. Water continued to flow from the
faucet, splashing into the tub. Steam crowded the room. Zach’s head lowered
finally.

In his expression, Toni saw savage lust, all traces of
propriety and civilization gone, leaving only a male determined to conquer a
female. Moving his legs to the side, Zach stood and padded to the bath,
shutting off the water.

When he looked over, Toni pushed to her feet, her body
buzzing with unfulfilled desire and uncertainty as to his next move.

He didn’t make her wait. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her
to the counter to face the oval mirror, a dated design matching the rest of the
house.

From behind, he ordered, “Bend over.”

Toni’s cunt tightened, delivering a new rush of moisture to
her vaginal lips. Not knowing whether he would punish her again or mount her,
she gripped the lip of the marble counter. Arching her back, lifting her
buttocks, she assumed a position that told him her readiness for anything…and
everything.

Zach met her eyes in the mirror, its corners fogged from the
steam. Intensity blazed in his expression, the powerful muscles in his pecs and
biceps quivering with his movements.

Stepping behind her, he unbuttoned his jeans and yanked down
the fly.

Blood rushed to Toni’s face, its heat stinging her skin.
Just as quickly, it receded, leaving her lightheaded at the thought of him
mounting her, plunging into her depths, taking possession, fucking her until
she screamed in pleasure.

Her eyes darted from him to his jeans. She wanted to see his
cock, to marvel at its beauty.

Zach didn’t allow it. He remained behind her, shoving his
jeans and underwear to just below his narrow hips, no farther, his movements
telling her he’d removed his rigid cock from its prison.

With one hand firmly on her hip, he used his other to bring
his rod to her cleft, bathing its head in her slick moisture. His neck muscles
corded, his shoulders bunched, his lids slipped down, leaving narrow slits.

The strain of waiting even a moment more to be inside of her
toughened his voice. “Lift your ass.” His fingers tightened on her hip,
punctuating his command.

On a shallow, expectant breath, Toni obeyed.

Her mouth hung open, her lids fluttered as Zach entered her
without pause, his thick cock stretching her channel to the edge of its
endurance, spreading her to capacity. He drove deep, tunneling without restraint
until she’d contained most of him and his plump balls snuggled against her ass.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice gruff from arousal, his
fingers pressing into her hips.

She whimpered, then gasped. “Yes.”

With one final push, he managed to go even deeper, the root
of his cock hugged and sheltered by her opening.

Gulping air, she gripped the edge of the counter in a futile
attempt to steady herself against the sensations rocking through her. Lust,
need, a longing so deep it became frightening battered her body and heart,
encouraging both to soften, to yield, to make the most of this time while it
lasted.

Once more, she arched her back. The movement tilted her
buttocks a bit higher, the position giving Zach even greater access.

He blew out a breath and tightened his hold on her hips.

Too heavy to keep up, Toni’s head hung between her
shoulders. She swallowed, then moaned loudly as Zach slipped his fingers past
her hip to her cunt, brushing her clit once, twice, three times. A riot of
feeling shot down her thighs and up her torso. Her pussy clenched around his
cock, encouraging him to stroke her sheath, to bring her to climax.

She cried, “Fuck me. Do me hard.”

He ignored her, his fingers now circling her nub, rather
than touching it. His cock’s thrusts were measured and lazy, the meaty rod
easing out of her, slipping back inside, massaging her flesh, using it at his
pleasure, driving her nuts.

Toni bucked against him, trying to force his fingers back to
her clit and increase his pace.

Zach slowed it even more, withdrawing his hand from her
erect bud. He swallowed audibly and spoke on a tattered sigh. “Stop it.”

“I can’t.”

“You will.”

She bit her bottom lip to keep from arguing, knowing it
would do her no good. She’d agreed to this game they played, she’d encouraged
it and Zach intended to see it through. With a nod, she acquiesced to his
command, the role she’d wanted him to take.

Seconds passed in silence, broken only by the steady
dripping of water from the tub’s faucet and Zach’s forceful breaths. As he
struggled to control himself, his cock grew even harder within her. Willfully,
Toni tightened her sheath around him.

Zach responded immediately, his palm smacking her ass, more
playful than anything, the crack sounding faint in the cozy room.

Chastised, she relaxed her muscles, her body telling him
she’d take whatever he gave…whatever he denied.

He eased out of her and thrust back inside with such force,
her body rocked.

Her mind whispered
yes.
Her manner remained meek,
subservient to his desire.

Again, he plunged into her, bringing a rush of pleasure
compounded by his fingers returning to her clit. He matched each powerful
stroke of his cock with a delicate one on her firm nub, his pace still
controlled, manageable, maddening.

Heat pooled in her groin, narrowing her channel, tightening
it around his male flesh, proving to him that her orgasm whispered closer,
closer.

Despite his vigorous thrusts, he kept his slow, steady pace
from earlier. How he managed it, Toni didn’t know. She mewed repeatedly, so
focused on relieving the building pressure between her legs she couldn’t form
words.

A bead of moisture ran from her temple to her cheek.
Gritting her teeth, Toni forced her head up, seeing Zach’s reflection, a thin
sheen of perspiration on his chest, his muscles taut, his expression tight, his
eyes focused on his cock invading her flesh, plundering it.

Lids sinking, she lowered her head, imagining what he saw.
His shaft glistening from her moisture, the thick, distended veins on the hard
column, its flesh reddened with lust and the friction of their bodies. His
lightly furred balls, rounded and firm, close to his groin, barely swung into
her ass with each dominant thrust. The tips of his fingers blanched from
holding her hips so tightly. His naked chest expanded and fell with each taxing
breath.

He drew his thumb over her clit, harder, more prolonged than
his previous strokes, sending a torrent of pleasure through her body.

Toni’s scalp tingled, her limbs weakened, breathing became
impossible, all feeling concentrating in her groin. She neared the peak.

Zach sent her over it, teasing her nub as he pumped quickly,
heatedly, his body smacking against hers.

Her voice rose in a cry of exquisite reprieve above the
sounds of their lovemaking. Zach’s bellow of delight followed.

Alternately swallowing and panting, Toni folded her arms
over the counter, resting the side of her face against them.

Equally spent, Zach draped his torso over hers. His bursts
of air heated her shoulder, pushing his chest into her back as he fought for a
full breath. The moment he’d managed one, his hand returned to her clit.

The first brush of his fingers made her shiver. The second
found her protesting from her bud’s sensitivity that was so great, she couldn’t
tolerate it. “Noooooooo.” Bucking her body against his, she tried to get him to
stop.

He would not. As he suckled her shoulder and trapped her
with his big body, he worked her clit mercilessly, stirring new desire, more
intense than what went before. Toni was reduced to tortured whimpers and
incoherent words, babbled as her new orgasm broke.

She’d barely caught her breath, her pussy continuing to
pulse in climax as Zach straightened and released himself from her cunt.

Immediately, her body, mind, heart recorded the emptiness.
She was about to complain when his leg bumped hers followed by a zipping sound.

He’d pulled his jeans up and fastened them?

She had no chance to ask. Arm around her waist, Zach eased
Toni to a standing position.

Slumping into him, she rested her head against his smooth shoulder,
inhaling his scent as he walked her to the tub. There, he kept her close while
he reached down and tested the water. After an abbreviated yawn, he brought his
damp fingers to her throat, trailing them to her breast.

Her nipple tightened instantly.

“Warm enough?” he asked in a tired voice, his head tilted to
hers, his bristly cheek scraping her skin.

Trembling at the sensations he generated within her, she
hushed, “Perfect.”

He helped her into the tub. Every bone in her body seemed to
dissolve at the water’s balmy caress. With as much grace as possible, she sank
into the silky cocoon. Head against the tall back lip, hands on the edge of the
porcelain, Toni sagged beneath the water’s surface. It lapped the lower edge of
her areolas. Bending her knees, she allowed her legs to dip to either side,
exposing herself fully to Zach, inviting him to come inside and join her.

With her head turned to him, she met his gaze.

Contentment radiated from her, relaxing her features,
revealing her underlying vulnerability. So different than the ballsy expression
Zach had seen yesterday as she’d claimed to be the best damn mechanic around.
At the time, he’d also caught despair and caution so deep, he sensed she’d been
hurt frequently by others and didn’t know what to expect from him.

Her measure of trust at this moment humbled Zach as few
things had.

Whatever he proposed, he knew Toni would welcome it eagerly,
the same as when he’d spanked her. A stunningly erotic game she’d willingly
introduced to him as though she had no qualms about putting her safety into his
hands.

His gaze lowered as Toni reached out, running her damp
fingertips down his fly to his bulge. Through the denim, the heat of her
fingers, their gentle stroking, tightened his balls and dried every bit of moisture
in his mouth.

She purred, “Take your clothes off and join me.” As an added
inducement, she swished her legs back and forth in the water.

Torn between a groan of pleasure and a smile, Zach settled
on the latter. “The tub’s not big enough for both of us.”

Her fingertip traced the outline of his thickening cock.
He’d been out of her for only a few minutes and already he was ready for more,
a record he hadn’t experienced in years.

“You are a huge guy,” she murmured.

Like an idiot teen, he grinned.

Toni’s eyes met his. Her expression grew serious. “You’re
tired, right?” She hesitated a moment, seeming to struggle for her next
comment. At last, she flicked her gaze at his knees, just as quickly averting
it as though embarrassed. “Shouldn’t you at least sit down?”

Zach’s smile hung on for a second longer before it felt
foolish. She’d noticed again how he favored his good leg, no doubt curious what
had caused it.

He steeled himself for her expected questions. They didn’t
come. Gratitude washed over him. Tonight, he didn’t want to face anything bad,
preferring to let desire take the edge off his incessant pain. In a
surprisingly steady voice, he said, “I’m fine.”

Braced against any discomfort, Zach sank to his knees beside
the tub. He selected a sponge from the small cabinet to the side and dipped it
into the fragrant water. “Drape your arm over your head.”

Toni did as he asked, her eyes never leaving his, her
actions fluid with no hint of embarrassment. As though having a man bathe her
was normal in her world. Maybe it had been.

He squeezed the sponge tighter than he’d planned, wondering
about the men in her life, surprised at the surge of jealousy pumping through
him.

Ignoring it, he ran the sponge down her arm, pausing at her
elbow. There, he saw a faint scar he hadn’t noticed earlier, the skin a shade
paler than the rest and puckered slightly. “How’d you get this?” With his
fingertips, he traced the contours, noting the difference between it and the
surrounding flesh, wondering if a man had caused it. Some bum she’d known. Some
prick who’d hurt her.

Toni’s lids fluttered. She spoke on a sigh. “Overshot a jump
during one of my performances.”

Zach’s eyes moved to her face, then returned to the scar,
his fingers stroking it. “You crashed?”

She rolled the back of her head against the tub. Her arm
moved with it. “Not even close. Cycle came out with just a few dings, though I
hit the gravel pretty hard and tore the sleeve of my jacket. Cost me big bucks
to get the leather fixed.”

Surprised at her indifference, Zach glanced at the rest of
her, looking for other injuries, not certain if the water masked them. He spoke
without thinking or pause. “You’ve been hurt?”