The Do It List (The Do It List #1) (12 page)

“Perhaps not mile high. Maybe air balloon, or skyscraper high.”

“We’ll keep it open.”

“How many is that?” I angled over and he showed me the list. “What about sex in the back of a hired car or taxi?” One of my long-standing fantasies.

Bradley considered my question and quickly scrolled through his phone apps. “I belong to this thing called Concierge. Let’s see if they can scare up a limo for us.” He pressed the call button. “Yes. Good evening. I need to hire a car for tonight. Something private and comfortable—party of two.” He hit end. “They’re on the hunt for a car.”

Two minutes later his phone rang.

“A Bentley Arnage,” he repeated out loud. “Bar, privacy window with TV, plenty of room for two people to stretch out.” Hard to miss the wink in those electric blues. “Callisto on the River in one hour.” He nearly ended the call. “And champagne, if you would, Bollinger.” He pocketed his phone.
 

His mouth curled into a sexy grin. “We’re never going to make it home tonight without fucking.”

I WAS SO ready for Bradley Craig. Aching, body-trembling ready.
 

Hyperaware of him by my side, nearly all brain function moved to my erogenous zones. He leaned close to open the restaurant door and all the girl parts tingled and tightened. His hand skimmed my lower back as he steered me toward the waiting limousine.

I barely noticed the champagne chilling in a silver ice bucket as I slid across supple leather, soothing and sensuous against my legs. Bradley gave instructions to the driver—something about a leisurely drive and return to Manhattan.
 

 
He climbed into the limousine. From opposite sides of the bench seat, we stared the feral mating stare.
 

“Fired up, Gracie?”

“Ready to roll, Bradley.”

He picked up the remote and raised the privacy window. A built-in flat screen tuned to CNBC silently displayed the Dow Jones Industrial Average. I couldn’t tell you if stocks closed up or down. All I could think about was Bradley going up and down, in and out…

The limo pulled out of the valet lane and headed for the expressway. To help reduce the possibility of hyperventilating myself into a stupor, I sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“Have you ever come ten times in one day?” I blurted out.

His mouth twitched. “Not since I was twelve.”

“Write it down on the list.”
 

Without a word, he swept me across the seat and onto his lap. “There’s not a chance in hell I’d forget ten times in one day.” I could feel his ready, unapologetic hardness beneath me.

His gaze never left mine as long tapered fingers slipped over raspberry curves and found the zipper.
 

He pulled. “I love that sound.”
 

The knuckles of his hand brushed my bare back. He moved his hand lower, slipping a finger between my buttock cheeks. “Like?” He whispered, nuzzling my neck.

His finger played around the small sensitive opening—my sphincter muscle clenched against his gentle exploration and I moaned softly.

 
“As long as you take it slow.”

“Beyond the sting of a mutually agreed upon paddling—I will never hurt you, Gracie. I want to pleasure you, and take pleasure from you.”
 

That said, his kiss was savage. His mouth angled over mine, tasting first then delving in deep with his tongue, asking for more. My fingers dug into his hair as my tongue swirled into his mouth.
 

 
He broke away, “Christ, Gracie,” he rasped, his voice hoarse. “I want you so bad my balls ache.”

 
“I know the feeling.” I sucked up what was left of the oxygen between us. “Not the balls part, but the rest of it.”

He hooked his thumbs under cap sleeves and lowered my dress. I helped him by squirming out of the top

He lay back against the soft leather upholstery and positioned me over him, a knee to each side of his thighs.
 

“My God, you are stunning. And these two—”
 

His fingers edged the delicate lace of my demi-bra teasing a rosy brown areola. A wave of pleasure crashed through my body and I arched into him.

“As tantalizing as this little raspberry confection is…” He reached behind me and released the bra. My breasts spilled into his hands and he massaged their fullness as though he understood the pangs of need inside me. Lost in pleasure, his eyelids lowered, and his hooded gaze caused yet another ripple of arousal.

His thumbs brushed over nipples, and a wave of pleasure rolled through my body. His mouth closed over a hard peak and he suckled and tugged the sensitive flesh.

Once again, I was bare-ass naked while he remained fully clothed. Hot and sexy to be sure, but I needed more.
 

 
“Bradley,” I moaned. “I want to see you…feel your body.”

 
He shrugged out his coat and I hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. I stretched the fabric over muscled shoulders, leaving his arms pinned down.

 
“Undone by a clever female operative.” He used a proper British spy voice.
 

“I’ve got you exactly where I want you, Mister Craig.”
 

With his arms locked at his sides, my eyes ravaged his torso. Lean and beautifully sculpted. Having never seen so much of his flesh exposed, I marveled at the cut of his arm muscles and a lovely surprise. A black swath of tribal tattoo.

 
“A handsome design for a handsome man.” My tongue traced swirls of ink over a rippling bicep.

A deep groan rumbled up from his broad chest.

I moved to his pec and licked. “Not all men can take this much sensation.” Wickedly, I blew cool air over a wet nipple.
 

He sucked air through his teeth with a sharp hiss. “Christ, you’re gonna make me come.” He lifted me up and his lips brushed hungrily over my cheeks, nose, and mouth.

 
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, deepening the kiss. Licking him, sucking on his tongue provocatively.

He broke away. “The cuff buttons, darling.”

I quickly unfastened, and he removed his shirt. Unable to stop touching his smooth, muscled flesh, I rubbed up against him, skin on skin. A shudder ran through my body into his.
 

“I feel you, baby doll.” He laid me across the seat of the limo and pulled my dress off. A flutter of raspberry red landed on the floor beside his coat and shirt.
 

He took a long moment to admire me. “Gracie, love, you are a goddess.”

My eyes narrowed slightly. “A very naked goddess.” This man, who could make me tremble with a glance, also made me feel vulnerable, beautiful and utterly adored.

He kissed the inside of my thigh just above the knee. “We’ll leave the stilettos on.” He pushed my leg out and inhaled a sharp breath through his teeth.

He fingered me slowly until my clit throbbed for him. He pressed two fingers inside and used the slickness of my arousal to find my g-spot.

I sucked in a gulp of air. “There.”

“Does it feel best with a lot of lubricant?” He probed gently, curling his fingers back over the spot.

 
I nodded, barely able to speak, as he catapulted me toward orgasm.

I arched in response to this dark elemental man who was skillfully coaxing forth a woman I had never experienced. Greedy for pleasure, I became unabashedly demanding. “Yes—just like that. Oh God, Bradley.”

He laved me from breast to belly. “I’m going to lick this sweet little cunt until you beg for my cock.” He pushed my legs further apart.

 
His face nuzzled the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, and I rotated my hips, thrusting upward to answer his pleasuring tongue. He lapped side to side, circling with varying degrees of pressure. Every tingling part of me hungered for more as he brought me closer and closer.
 

He pulled back, his chin glistening with my arousal. A deeper level of excitement rippled through me as we locked eyes. Everything about his gaze was fierce, yet tortured. As if it took all the control he had left to hold the wild ravager at bay. Once loosed, he might eat me alive and I would gladly give him any access he wanted.
 

My nakedness against his partially clothed body felt sensuous and enticingly wicked. So much so, my skin tingled all over.

“Cup your breasts, baby. Make those pretty tips point for me.” I touched myself, rolling my nipples into peaks, arching from the self-pleasuring.
 

He sat back on his haunches and unbuckled his belt. “Unzip me.”
 

I tugged his trousers lower, across that tight, muscled ass. For days now, his lean, sinewy hotness had been hidden under a suit. My finger traced a curve of groin muscle that disappeared beneath knit boxers, exploring the length and circumference of his erection. He uttered a deep, guttural groan.

I pushed the waistband down, and his cock fell into my hands, rigid and thick. “Go slow, baby.” I stroked him from top to bottom with both hands, drawing his cock out, where I could examine him uncovered.
 

The Bentley took a tight curve and my fingernails scrapped over the velvet hard shaft.

 
“Good God, Gracie, you’re a torture,” he gasped through gritted teeth.

 
His frisky cock slipped out of my grasp and slapped against his abdomen.
 

I pulled him down and whispered, “Let me taste you.”

He moved over me, giving me access. “Easy, love.” His fingers tangled in my hair as he lifted my head. I trailed soft licks and kisses along the length

He sucked air through his teeth. “Fuck, yes-s-s…”
 

I looked up into his smoldering gaze. “I want to go deep.”

 
His fingers dug into my hair as he slid into my mouth. “Take as much as you can.” He thrust slowly, and I curled my tongue around the ridge of the helmeted tip before taking all of him. He held the back of my head and pumped into my mouth.
 

 
“Christ, I’m ready to explode.” His eyes glazed over and I knew his climax hung by a breath.
 

I reached under his briefs and lifted his heavy sack in my cupped palm. The best testicles hang low and dangle—no surprise here—he was well hung, potent. I rolled his balls gently between my fingers, and they drew in close to his body. The testes of a man ready to ejaculate.

 
He inserted a knee between my legs. “Open for me.” His hands slipped under my ass, lifting me up to receive him.

He stroked the slick folds of my labia with his cock and pushed deeper. “Jeezus, you’re so fucking hot and tight.”

“Go slow,” I whispered, adjusting to his size.

Gradually, I opened to him and he filled every inch of me. He took a few easy strokes, gradually increasing speed until he was thrusting harder, deeper. The scent of our lovemaking filled the air as he plunged—again and again—until the moment when he lost all control.

His growl trumpeted a powerful climax as hot semen shot into my body. With each shudder, I felt the intense pleasure that rippled through him. A final grunt of release came from deep in his chest, and he collapsed on top of me.

Seconds, minutes, passed before he rolled to one side, taking me with him.

He held me close, his erection still throbbing inside me. “Jeezus—you—” He gasped for breath. Stroking my skin from rump to shoulders, he managed to finish a sentence. “You didn’t come.”

I shook my head, breathless and frustrated.

After a minute or so, Bradley slipped out of me. Propping himself on an elbow, he grinned. “I have only just begun to pleasure you, Gracie.”

He returned to his knees, grabbed his penis and stroked. “This won’t take long—suck me, again.”

 
Turned on by his demand, I gripped his thighs and surrounded the tip with my mouth. Within seconds, he was so fucking hard, I had to look—admire the length and breadth of his erection. He had an amazing cock. Not too veiny, but thick and rock hard, with a beautifully shaped crest. As handsome as the rest of him.

Fully erect and ready for another go, he wrapped his arms around my lower back, edging my buttocks onto the tops of his thighs. He leaned back. “Straddle me, love.”

He cupped my ass with one hand while the fingers of his other hand explored. He kept his thumb on my clitoris and stroked. “Ride me, Gracie—rub where you need it most.”
 

He obviously sensed I needed to take the control, so I folded myself over his shoulder and impaled myself on his cock.

I tilted my hips just enough and that throbbing hard shaft found my g-spot. I threw my head back and moaned. “Yes.”

Between each thrust, he circled my clit, varying the pressure—not too fast, not too slow. And he kept his touch light, knowing I could easily become overstimulated and go numb. So many men would be thrusting faster and stroking harder but not Bradley. It was as if he sensed what I needed.

“Take all the time you need, love.” His whispered words caressed my skin, sending a tingle of arousal down my spine. I arched as his lips trailed lower, to my shoulder.
 

With the pressure off I let go—rocking with him—responding to every stroke, every caress. He kept his fingers playful, and I easily lost all focus but one.

Pure pleasure.

My glazed eyes met his and he knew.

“You’re close.”

 
My body danced on the edge of orgasm. I dug my fingers into the sculpted muscle of his shoulder and made demands. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

He stepped up his thrusts, keeping the stroke of his fingers and pressure constant. “Have a care, darling—” His chest heaved as he gasped words. “I’m going to come again.”

 
I rocked against him, syncing the motion of my hips with his. “Come for me, Gracie.” His fingers found my swollen clit and circled—just enough.

“Ah, God, you’re so good.” A tremble erupted into pure ecstasy as sensation consumed me. Mind separated from body, flesh from bone. Seconds of eternity.