Two Week Seduction (7 page)

She was flushed and panting, and a glisten of sweat appeared on her brow. But her shots went…not exactly true, but were near enough to sink the ball. She might be trembling when he spoke to her, but by the time she hit the ball, she was under enough control to clear the table. Almost.

She was lining up her last shot. It was an easy one and then she’d win. This time he moved to stand across from her. He waited until he’d caught her eye, and then he stared at her. Hot enough to flame her cheeks. “You make that shot and you’ll never know.”

“Know what?”

He didn’t answer, but hell, yeah, she understood. She knew what he was offering, and so she shifted slightly and shot.

He watched, his dick pounding as the cue ball ticked her ball but didn’t sink it. She’d purposely botched the shot. “There you go, John. The opportunity’s right in front of you. But are you man enough to take it?”

It took him a second to understand her meaning, but when he looked at the table he saw it. She hadn’t left it easy for him. He strolled around the table, considering his chance from all angles, but the result was the same. He’d have to play at the top of his ability to win this game. To win his night with her.

He had to want it completely. Difficult enough on a regular occasion, but after a few beers, not to mention his damn throbbing dick, this was more like a Herculean task.

“Well, John? Do you want it?”

“Mine.”

He lined up his stick and shot.

Chapter Seven

Some moments are so vivid you know they’ll be forever etched into your memory. Alea felt this one in her bones. The snap of the stick, the thump as the cue ball banked off the side, and the crisp click as cue and ball connected. And then in a perfect spin, the ball rolled and curved straight into the side pocket. In an evening of wobbly shots and near misses, this was a perfect shot made in a perfect moment.

He’d won the right to have her and he’d made it damn clear he planned to do it.

She looked up at him, the stark hunger in his expression freezing her in place. He didn’t move either, and they just stared at each other. The audience cheered or booed, breaking the spell, and she took one step forward. He took the rest.

Suddenly, she was swept up in his arms and their mouths collided. It wasn’t so much a kiss as a full body merge. Their mouths fused. Her legs circled his waist. His arms pressed her flush and open. Their tongues played as they coiled and thrust and wrapped around each other until the world faded to nothing but him. His body with hers. His power holding her up and pushing deeper. And her willingness to be taken over completely.

Harvey was the one who pulled them apart. He tugged on her leg. He must have been doing it for a while but she only noticed when she came up for air. And there was Harvey as he grabbed John’s chin and turned it to look out the door.

“I’ve called you two a cab. Neither of you is fit to drive.” Then he winked as he broke her stick apart and put it away. “And try to keep your clothes on until after you get home. We don’t need the show.”

A chorus of catcalls made fiery heat streak across her face. John was still holding her up. He showed no inclination of setting her on her feet, so Harvey had to coil her fingers around the handle of her bag.

Then he grinned. “Now git. The cab’s here.” And just because he was Harvey and over three times her age, he slapped her on the ass. “Out!”

They went. Or rather John went, carrying her. Someone held the door open for them. Someone else opened the taxi door. And then there was the disentangling of bodies as the cabbie gave her a lascivious wink.

“Where to?” he asked.

John answered, his tone curt and his eye narrowed in anger. He’d seen the wink. “Your place,” he said to her. “I’m staying at my mom’s.”

“Right.” She blinked, wondering why the cabbie hadn’t moved. Oh yeah. He needed her address. She rattled it off while John began massaging her thighs right above the boots. His hands were large and firm and her body began tiny undulations with his movements. It wasn’t a conscious thing, but he had a rhythm to his kneading and she couldn’t help but match it.

“Oh my God,” he growled in her ear. “What I’m going to do to you.”

“It better be every one of those things you were whispering to me. Every. Single. One.”

He nipped at her ear. “Did they get you hot?”

She nipped back at his jaw. “Do I look hot?”

His hands squeezed her. “You look like everything I’ve ever wanted in my life.”

She grinned. “Everything?”

Suddenly, he spread her thighs. He pulled them wide right there in the back of the cab. “Everything,” he said.

She was open and wet and begging for him, but he didn’t move. He didn’t do anything but keep her legs spread while angling his body to block the driver’s view. Then he began to whisper.

“As soon as we get to your house, I’m going to rip your panties off. Then I’m going to toss you onto your back and eat you until you scream. And while you’re thrashing beneath me, I’m going to throw your legs over my shoulders. I’m going to finger you until you come around my hand.”

“Jesus,” she gasped, her mind reeling. “When do I get to play?”

“When I slam my dick into you all the way to the hilt. You can claw the hell out of my back while I ride you. And when you’re done coming from that, I’m going to tie you down and do it all over again.”

She had absolutely no response to that except to feel her pussy clench beneath his words. The air did nothing to cool the heat from her core or dry the wet that was her entire body. God, she couldn’t wait. So she turned her mouth to his ear.

“Why wait? Finger me now.”

He growled, and she felt his fingers spasm where they held her open. But he didn’t move beyond that. “I’m not giving him a show. You’re mine and I don’t share.”

A hot thrill skated down her spine. How many times had she imagined those words from him? “Okay on one condition.”

He was nuzzling along her neck, but pulled back far enough to look her in her eye. “Name it.”

“You still bend me over and thrust into me so hard I clear the table.”

And then, thank God, they arrived at her apartment building because she was going to come just from their dirty talk. It took a moment for them to disentangle, but John didn’t start cursing until he pulled out his wallet.

She cringed. Damn it, she knew that curse. “You don’t have any condoms, do you?”

He turned to her and frowned. “What? No. I mean, of course I do. Always prepared.”

“You were never a Boy Scout.”

He flashed her a grin. “In this, baby, every man should be a Boy Scout.”

“So why?”

“I left the five hundred bucks on the pool table,” he said it as he paid the cabbie in ones and fives.

“Oh. Bummer.”

He shrugged as he opened the car door for her and she scrambled out.

“I wouldn’t worry. Harvey probably took it.”

He matched pace with her as she rushed up the stairs to her door. “He’ll give it back?”

She chuckled. “Hell no. But at least you know it’ll go to a good cause. It’ll pay for groceries and rent.” His answer was silence “Are you mad—”

“Only if you take any longer to open that door.” Then with a groan he turned her around and pushed her up against the wall. “Fuck it, I can’t wait.”

Then he kissed her. Deep and thorough while his hips ground against hers. His erection was large and hot, even through his jeans, but her leather mini dulled the friction and all she could do was press uselessly against him while their tongues dueled and her body felt like it was going to combust.

Then he abruptly pulled back. “Keys,” he rasped. “Now.”

She dug them out of her bra. His eyes fixed on her hand, and she couldn’t tell if he was dazed by what she was doing or the way her breasts jiggled as she worked. He took the key and made short work of opening the door.

She pushed off the wall, but before she could walk through the door, he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.

“Hey!” she cried, startled.

“Bedroom.” One word as he kicked the door shut and fumbled one-handed to throw the bolt.

“First door on the left. I mean the right.” It was hard to tell sides while upside down.

His powerful strides got her to her bedroom, and then she wasn’t upside down anymore. She was lowered quickly, but gently, onto her bed. She didn’t even bounce. Well, not until he dropped to his knees before her but didn’t touch her. He just looked while she pushed up on her elbow. “John?”

“Last chance—”

She leaned forward, grabbed his face, and kissed him. This time she was the one who thrust and pushed between his teeth. She touched his tongue, the roof of his mouth, and she—

She was suddenly on her back with her legs spread as his hips slipped between her knees. She felt his hands on her thighs, dragging her skirt up. It was a tight thing, but he managed it and then, damn, he did rip the sides of her thong and strip it right off like he’d promised.

“I’m going to be quiet now. But you feel free to scream anything you want.”

She was about to laugh at his overconfidence, but then she felt his breath on her core. He hadn’t done anything but open her. Her hose and boots were still high up on her thighs, and she hadn’t thought twice about them. Until he began to nuzzle along the top ridge of her boots. His five o’clock shadow was rough along the sensitive skin, but the different textures between that and the soft press of his lips was beyond erotic. And when his tongue darted out to taste her before abrading her skin with his teeth? That had her gasping as she grabbed at the sheets.

His licks went higher on her thighs. Slow inch by slow inch while she squirmed and ached.

“God, John,” she gasped. “Hurry up!”

He nipped her thigh in response. So she reached down. She had meant to get his hair, but managed to grab an ear.

“I am not going to break.” She bit out. “So do it now or I’m… I’m… Oh shit. Oh that’s good.”

Big hands, clever fingers–all stroked and explored her wet center. She fell back on the bed with a shudder of delight as he sank one thick thumb into her. But it wasn’t enough. God, not enough by far.

“John—” she gasped.

And then finally she was rewarded. His tongue on her body. His fingers inside her. It didn’t take much, but he drew it out as long as he could. He licked her, he sucked her clit, and he swirled his thumb in passes, trailing after his tongue.

She came with a scream, her whole body convulsing. But as explosive as it was—and it practically blew her mind apart—it faded pretty quickly. She was lying there, her belly rippling with aftershocks, while he sat watching. She might have been self-conscious if she weren’t floating on a sea of bliss.

Then she felt him move exactly as he’d promised. After her first orgasm, he was going to set her legs on his shoulders and put her through it again with just his fingers.

“You don’t need to—” she began, but he wasn’t listening.

His fingers slid into her and moved around, twisting, exploring and then—

“Oh my God!” So that was the G spot. Holy shit.

She flew over the cliff again, only this time it was more like soaring instead of detonation. Jesus, he was good.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

“If you don’t put a condom on right now, I’m never going to speak to you again.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, somehow managing to sound smug even as he was suiting up.

She looked up from her position on the bed. He had dropped his pants and was rolling a condom onto a very impressive erection. What a sight. But she wanted more.

“Take your shirt off, too,” she ordered. “I want to see the whole you.”

He stilled. “You’re not undressed.”

“Too bad. You were too impatient to wait. Take it off, soldier. Though”—she added with a wink—“you can keep your boots on.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her. Call her kinky, but the sight of naked man in big heavy boots? Got her going every time.

She slid back on the bed. It was harder than it should have been because she was still languid from pleasure. In fact, the slide on the bed set off a few aftershocks of delight. And then he was crawling onto the bed, right between her legs. Wow, he was a big man. All broad chest and heavy ropes of muscles.

She raised her knees to brace him and glanced sideways to see them in the mirror. Naked man and his boots. The sight was the hottest damn thing she’d ever seen. Then his eyes met hers in the mirror.

“I’m going to remember this until the day I die,” he rasped.

“Which could be any minute now if you don’t hurry up.” God, how she could be so anxious after two mind-blowing orgasms, she had no idea. But she was. She wanted him in her. She wanted him embedded so deep, he’d never leave.

She felt him probe her entrance. A gentle push, sliding into place but not going very deep.

“Don’t be delicate,” she said. “I can take it.”

Or maybe not because he was big and she was tight from her still-quivering pleasure.

“More,” she groaned.

He complied. A little deeper. A little more.

It was wonderful being stretched by him. It was like losing her virginity all over again. There was a little pain, a lot of fullness, and him. Just him. Looking into her eyes and watching her with such intensity she might have felt self-conscious. She didn’t. She felt cherished.

She touched his face, stroked along his jaw as he pushed deeper. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

He rammed home. She didn’t think he meant to, but her words must have done something to him. It was like she’d flipped a trigger. He groaned as his head dropped to hers. Forehead to forehead while he drew back, then slammed in again.

“Yes, John. Oh yes.”

His pace was erratic, his every movement jerky but powerful. She shuddered gloriously at every impact. Again and again, while his breath stuttered out of him. She gripped him with her knees and he groaned, his pace increasing again.

Harder. Hotter.

She arched and her body tightened. Every impact ratcheting her higher.

Oh yes.

“Alea,” he whispered.

A whisper. Jesus, how could he be so controlled?