Authors: Olivia Brynn
Taking Her There (7 page)
And he looked nice too. Chiseled features softened only by sleep and a shadow of whiskers. A long, narrow nose, slightly crooked—she imagined it had been broken at least once. Even his Adam’s apple appealed to her. She traced the stubbly protrusion with a finger, fascinated at the movement when he swallowed. Still, he slept.
She slipped her hands beneath the T-shirt, encountering a smooth back.
Very nice. Is the front smooth too, or…no. Mm.
Crinkly soft hair. She found a nipple in one tuft and used the pad of her middle finger to tease it until it grew erect. When that wasn’t enough, she gathered his shirt until she could dip her head beneath the sheet and taste that nubbin.
He groaned, and his hips bucked against hers, but he didn’t wake up. Joanne smiled and moved to the other nipple.
Her head still buzzed from too much alcohol, but this she knew. This she could focus on. Salty male skin against her tongue. She trailed her lips down rippled abs and reached…damn. Jeans. Undaunted, she worked on the button, then the zipper, which made a delicious sound in the quiet apartment.
She walked her fingers beneath the flaps of his fly and under the waistband of his underwear until his hot flesh filled her palm. The musky scent of man filled her nostrils and made her mouth water.
He sighed, rolling onto his back. She followed, engulfing the tip of his cock in the same movement. She wasn’t sure if he still slept, but his hips answered each pull of suction. When his jeans and underwear got in the way, she held him in her mouth and used both hands to bring them down below his hips.
“Mm.” Perfect. His balls were free. She reached down to cup them in her palm, roll them with her fingers. She wrapped her free hand around the base of his now fully erect staff and squeezed.
“Holy shit.”
He was awake. She smiled as much as she could with her mouth full. His need was so sexy, and her sex swelled and grew slick with her own desire.
Unable to move his lower half with his jeans halfway down his legs, he ran his hands over her arms and shoulders until they finally found purchase in her hair.
Drops of his saline desire melted on her tongue, and she swallowed it down. Her lips massaged around the rim, then slid down his length, encasing him in her mouth. Sucking her cheeks in, she pulled back, moaning when he clenched handfuls of hair. “Josie. You shouldn’t… Christ.”
“I should.” She trailed wet kisses down to his balls and back up to take him to the root again. He filled her mouth. His tip kissed the back of her throat, and she swallowed, letting her tongue dance along the base of his cock.
He hissed. She hummed. He groaned and pumped his hips.
His balls were heavy in her hand, and she played with the hard spheres inside the soft hair-smattered sac. Using her own saliva to lubricate her twisting hand, she found a rhythm that harmonized her mouth and hand.
He murmured words she couldn’t understand, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he gave himself to her. She pleased him. She wasn’t a failure. Now to make him come. Her mind might be swimming, but she knew that to swallow his pleasure would be the ultimate power. The proof that she was a desirable woman.
With that burst of pride, she sucked harder and pumped her hand along his shaft.
“Josie. No. No…stop, stop.”
She was pulled up by her shoulders, his cock slipped from her mouth, and she whimpered.
“No. Josie, you can’t,” he continued. “You’re drunk.”
“I want to.” She kept her eyes closed, but she held his cheeks in her hands and spoke against his mouth. “I need this. Let me show you.” His face was rough. She outlined his stubble with a finger, dipping into his mouth when she reached it. She traced the edge of his teeth. “Kiss me.”
He did. A rough desperate kiss that took over her whole body. His tongue swept her mouth, stroked every inch, confident and sure. She moved closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. She needed this. The validation from a man that she was a desirable woman. Deep down, she knew it was wrong to ask, but her inhibitions were sufficiently muffled, and with the level of desire running through her veins, she went for it.
“Inside me,” she gasped. “I need you. Help me. Show me I’m okay. Please.” She kissed him and hooked his hips with her ankles, bringing him against her. Clothes. She reached down to remove her underwear but found his arousal instead. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked him slowly with a milking pull.
“No, Josie. We can’t. You need to stop, you’re killing me.”
“Please.” She opened her eyes and caught his gaze. His eyes wide, nostrils flared. He might be in control of himself but barely. “I’m not drunk. I know what I’m doing.” Okay, that wasn’t exactly true. The bed still spun a little.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again and shook his head. “You’ll regret it in the morning. I never want to be a regret.”
Taking Her There
Olivia Brynn
The spotlight she craves could burn him alive…
When Angeline Rowe emerges from six months in court-ordered detox, she isn’t surprised the paparazzi are waiting for her. But when she ducks into her car, eager to return to the comforts of home, she
is
surprised to see the familiar face of her driver.
Now that she’s sober, it’s nice to discover that he’s easy to talk to. In fact, he’s quite a flirt.
Starving artist Andre Salidas had to be begged to come back to work for “Hurricane Angeline”. Yet the snobby actress who fired him in a drunken rage is not the same one sitting in his car now. She’s fragile, vulnerable…intriguing.
Once back home, a little push and pull, back and forth pushes their flirtation to the next level. A few orgasms later, Andre has found his muse—until a cold blast from her past threatens to blow out the fire they’ve ignited.
Warning: Contains a mercurial actress and an artist who needs a little heat to get his creative juices flowing. Drop cloths recommended.
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Taking Her There
Copyright © 2013 by Olivia Brynn
ISBN: 978-1-61921-735-5
Edited by Linda Ingmanson
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