Strike (17 page)

“I will, but just so you know, I’m not stopping at one.”

I nod. “I think I can deal with that.”

****

Spencer has taken his time exploring my body, his mouth making sure it touched every inch of my skin. He has teased, he has sucked, and his hands and mouth have brought me to the brink so many times I’ve lost count. But he hasn’t let me fall over the edge yet, and it’s driving me fucking insane. They’ll lock me up. If I don’t get an orgasm soon I’m going to strangle him. I’ll put my hands around that pretty neck of his and squeeze. If I have to, I’ll finish it myself.

“Please … don’t make me beg,” I say, my voice already doing the begging for me.

I squirm as he runs his tongue over my lotus tattoo, hot kisses travelling up to my boob. I cry out as his mouth threatens to swallow my nipple, and buck against him.

He lifts his head, and grins at me like a complete moron. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “I’m just giving you what you want, April. I’d reckon you’ll
remember
this one,” he says. He dips his tongue into my mouth, giving me a taste of my arousal.

“I’d like to remember it
now
, Spencer.” I growl, and bite down on his lower lip.

Spencer moans deep in his throat and lowers himself on top of me, pushing his erection against my wet entrance.

“Is this as good as your sexy dream?” he asks, cocking his eyebrow.

“Ah!” I cry out, as the fabric of his boxers rubs against me. “Not yet it’s not!”

Spencer crawls down towards the end of the bed, his strong hands working me, as they travel to my knees, and he spreads me wide open. He rubs his chin, covered in a day’s worth of stubble, from my knee to the inside of my thigh. My leg muscle spasms against his lips, and he chuckles quietly. He’s killing me with need. He blows hot air onto my clit, then in one long stroke with the flat of his tongue, all the air evaporates in my lungs. With the flick of his tongue he tortures me, slowly, as his skilful fingers work their magic in and out and in and out.

The tightening within my core builds to its peak.
Oh my fucking God.
I grip his hair in my hands as energy surges inside me, and take a sharp breath in as he sucks hard on my clit. I come so hard, my entire body slams into a heated pool of pure pleasure. He slows down the movement of his fingers as my inner muscles grab hold of him. I don’t want him to stop. It feels too damn good.

Spencer looks up at me, and raises one eyebrow in a typical cocky fashion. I reach between my legs, and hold his hand there, squeezing my thighs together. He moves onto his side, smiling wickedly at me as his thumb brushes my sensitive clit, making me buck once more.

I let out a long breath, groaning as the waves continue to wash over me.

“Good?” he asks.

Stupid question.

He wiggles his fingers inside me, before withdrawing them. He wraps his arms around me, our bodies sliding together with the sheen of sweat over our skin.

“You’re right. I’d reckon I’ll remember that one, Spencer.”

Holy hell. I sure will.

****

* SPENCER *

“You sure you don’t want to help alleviate a problem I’ve got going on?” I say, rubbing my hard dick against her hip.

“Don’t even ask me right now, I’m still coming down. Or is that your plan? Ask me while I’m drifting high in the clouds and tingling all over?”

“I thought you might be more amenable right now.”

“This is a test, Spencer. Deal. Call me selfish, but I’m still riding the wave.”

I shake my head and let out a low chuckle. “You’re prepared to let me come close to death from an extreme case of blue balls to prove a point?”

“Yes. If you really want to be with me, it shouldn’t be so hard. No-brainer, really. Some things are worth the effort for the result.”

I believe her, but now I’m convinced. April was sent to kill me. And I’m gonna die a slow, painful death. Is this Karma for how I’ve treated women? Because I know I can change. I am changing, and April has been the cause of that. She’s given me the hope that I can be a better man.

“I believe you, April … Don’t shoot the messenger though, because it’s official. My balls hate you.”

April laughs like I’d just told her the funniest joke ever. I guess I can be funny when I need to be, although I’m kind of serious.

“I’m taking a shower,” I grumble as I rise off the bed.

“Sure. Just as long as you don’t forget what I said.”

I turn to face her, hands on my hips. “There’s one of two things that are gonna happen, April. I’m either pulling myself off, or I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. I’ll leave that decision up to you.”

April pulls the sheet up, covering her naked self, and twists her body into the sheets. She watches me with fiery eyes as I step backward to the door. I do little to hide my raging hard-on, hoping that it will stir her up that little bit more. She watches me intently, not hiding her gaze, which is focused directly on my dick.

“You’re more than welcome to join me. You can either make sure I leave it alone, or you can finish off what you started.”

“Maybe I should watch. You got to see me touch myself.” Yes I did. I hadn’t stopped thinking about it. I sometimes wish there were someone I could brag to about it because I’m pretty damn sure not many girls are confident enough to do that. I should know.

“You wanna watch me touch myself in the shower? Hell, don’t say it unless you mean it.”

April pulls up the sheet over her head. Message received. I’m doing this alone. It won’t take long anyhow, and then I can concentrate when I come back and do it to her all over again.

After the water finally heats up, the steam takes hold of me and for a moment, all I can do is drown myself under the hot stream of water, both hands on the wall in front of me. Breathe. I need to breathe. Before too long a vision of April, completely naked, pops into my head. She’s incredible. In-fucking-credible. But it’s not just her body; it’s so many things. Her little noises, her laugh, the way she dresses, her passion and zest for life and take-no-prisoners attitude. There’s so much to like about her … to
love
about her
. Fuck.

Without even realising I’ve got a firm grip on my dick and I’m ready to come.
Come on, mate. Time to blow
. I need this release so bad.

The shower door swings open. April stands there with my unbuttoned work shirt hanging loose from her, just covering her nipples but not the curve of her tits and the little landing strip of delicately groomed hair above her pussy.

I continue pumping my dick through my fist and turn to face her. I grab her by the nape of her neck, tugging her into the shower. She squeals as her head comes beneath the water, and then giggles as she presses her lips to mine, the water flowing between us. She leans back and closes the door, her dark pink nipples poking through the wet fabric of my shirt.

“You helping or watching?” I ask, rubbing my dick against her stomach.

She looks down at my hard-on and her eyes widen. Maybe she’ll change her mind. Maybe we can fuck in the shower. But I’m not pushing for it. I’m playing by the rules.
Her
rules. She needs to tell me when it’s time.

“Watching.”

Damn this girl.

I raise an eyebrow as I rub the end of my swollen dick in and out of my stiff grip, every few strokes pushing down the bottom of my shaft. True to her word, she watches every movement of my hand.

“Take off the shirt,” I say, my voice strained.

She slides it off her shoulders, and it slaps as it hits the floor. The flushed colour in her cheeks and across her tits tells me she finds this hot. Fuck, this
is
hot. Having her naked and wet and watching me? Fuck. Me. Dead.

April takes my face in her hands and flicks her tongue across my lower lip before taking it between her teeth. She moves her hips in close and straddles my leg. Rubbing her sweet pussy against my skin, she kisses me with such abandon, her tongue wildly dancing with mine.

“I’m gonna come,” I choke out, rubbing my dick against her hip with each thrust.

“Come on me,” she whispers in my ear.
Sweet Jesus
.

April leans back, and I grip tight, ready to explode. My whole body shudders as I come, hard. The thick white stream glides down her smooth stomach.
Fuck yeah.

She runs her fingers through my come, focused intently on it as the water washes it away.
Christ, this girl is gonna give me a heart attack.

April pulls me close against her, and digs her nails in as she clutches my arse. My dick twitches against her stomach, as I catch my breath. April’s hardened nipples slide against my skin, and even though I’ve just come, I reckon I could do it again in no time.

“Fuck,” is all I can manage to spit out, when a hundred other words are clunking around my head.

April sucks at my nipple, grazing it with her teeth.

“When you rubbed that sweet thing against me, there was no way in hell I could keep it together.”

April glances up at me through her wet lashes, and moves her hips so she rubs against my upper thigh. “Like this?” she asks, raising an eyebrow and smirking like a naughty schoolgirl.
Mmm.
Another fine image to jerk off too. April in one of those short tartan school skirts. With her motorcycle boots on. Damn.

I grip her arse and lean down slightly, opening her legs up and sliding her against my wet skin. She takes in a sharp breath and groans, moving her hips faster against me.

“Oh God,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut and holding onto my biceps in a death grip.

I nuzzle into her neck and move my leg, slipping two fingers deep inside her. Her voice catches in her throat, and I grip her shoulder to steady her. Curling my fingers, I plunge in and out, her inner muscles gripping me tight.

“Don’t … stop,” she breathes. I slam my mouth into hers, our tongues entwining as her body jerks, her pussy clamping down on me. April cries out my name against my lips for the second time tonight, and it means more coming from her than it has from any other girl who has said my name.
Spencer.

For the first time, it feels … right.

****

“Can you turn off the lamp? As much as I could talk all night, I’m gonna have to get some sleep,” I say, pulling April in close, our semi-naked bodies tangled together in a heap. I didn’t trust myself to sleep naked. When we’re sleeping together,
then
I’ll sleep naked next to her. In the meantime, my dick needs all the resistance it can get.

April kisses at my neck and makes this funny noise as she holds me closer, as if she’s trying to claw her way inside me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing. It’s stupid,” she whispers.

I lift her chin so she’s forced to look at me. “Let me be the judge. Talk to me.”

“I’m afraid,” she says, her voice shaky.

“Of what?”

She sighs out loud. “That I need you.”

Her honesty causes my heart to wrench in my chest. I hug her tight. “That’s not stupid.”
Because I need you too
.

“I’m just … I’m afraid if I sleep with you, that’s gonna be it. I don’t want this to be over.”

Doesn’t she get that I’m already hooked? What else can I do to show her? We have this incredible chemistry, beyond what I’ve ever had before. It’s all consuming, and I know that there’s no way I’m walking away once we’ve been together. Once I’ve been inside her.
Sweet Jesus
.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I affirm.

She takes in a shuddery breath, as if she might burst into tears any second. I rub her arm in a comforting gesture, hoping it stops them from falling.

“When shit happened with Todd, I ran. I left for overseas as soon as I could book a ticket. Like I told you before, I had a few one-nighters. I think I needed them to get him out of my head, and I thought that was the way to do it.

“When I got back into my work over there, it made it harder to leave, but I got to a point where I had one one-night stand too many. Then there was this guy, Nick …”

I swallow the lump in my throat, hoping to hell he didn’t hurt her. Nick had treated her as disposable. She’d said something not long ago about how she couldn’t be treated like that again.

“What happened? Did he hurt you?” I say as calmly as I can, but my jaw is tight.

“I thought he was relationship material. So I jumped in … heart first. I always do. My feelings for him were stronger than they should have been, but I soon realised that to him I was just an empty vessel. I wasn’t special; he didn’t
see
me. He wasn’t the least bit interested in getting to know me. I was a dime a dozen in a place where sex was on tap. He wanted to share me with whoever was willing, but I wasn’t into it. He had no qualms about inviting another woman into our bed after I’d made it clear to him I wasn’t into it. He’d set it all up, thinking I wouldn’t say no if it was right in front of me. When I flat out refused, he shrugged and told me if I didn’t want to be a part of it to leave. So I did.

“He watched me walk out of there like I was nothing. Nothing. Todd really hurt me, but Nick … well, he just kicked the shit out of me while I was down. It’s why I came home. To get away from all that.

“I was only back a couple of weeks when I met you, so I guess I’m still feeling a little raw.”

The only reason Nick is safe right now is because he’s half a world away. Fucking scumbag.

With my thumb, I sweep away a lone tear that has begun to slide down her flushed cheek. “I know you, April—at least, I’m trying too. You’re still a bit of a mystery to me, but that’s half the fun. I don’t know everything about you but the more I learn, the more I wanna know.”

A shy smile graces her lips, but only for a moment. Her chin quivers. “I want sex with someone that
means
something.”

Oh, beautiful. You have no idea.

“I promise you, with me it will.” I know for me it’ll mean something. I’m sure of it.

“You know when you asked me the other night if I was yours?”