Wicked All Night (6 page)

With a coy look, she batted her lashes. “Why don't you find out?”

Anchoring a hand on her thigh, Decker stepped up behind her, his hot breath on her neck. With the other hand, he grabbed one of the floppy bow's loose ends and gave a little tug. It unraveled, and the silken material slipped to hang low on her hips. With big hands, he tugged the panties down her thighs, leaving them both as naked as the day they'd been born.

With a moan of appreciation, Decker palmed her backside, his lips sliding over her shoulder. With his big body pumping out heat like a furnace, he chased away the slight chill in the room and suffused her with warmth. She tossed her head back to rest on the hard bulge of his shoulder, her hair sliding over his skin erotically.

He bit into her lobe. “You're teasing me, beautiful.”

“Is that going to get me in trouble?” Where was this inner vixen coming from? It was as if knowing that she truly aroused him had allowed her to relax and engage in the sort of banter that often shaped her fantasies. He seemed more than willing to play along.

“No,” he murmured in her ear. “It's going to get you fucked. Long and hard and relentlessly.”

Good gravy. As dirty as his words were, they sounded not just sexual, but seductive. Decker wouldn't be mechanical. He wouldn't be merely willing—but happy—to do whatever made her come apart for him. Rachel couldn't find words to reply, so she just whimpered.

“Now.” Decker bent and lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. She shrieked. He tossed her onto the bed, then followed her down as she bounced on the mattress. He flattened her with his body, covering her completely as he dragged her mouth under his and claimed it with a wild kiss that left her hot and gasping under him.

This was what she'd always envisioned—racing hearts, desire, earnest need, the anticipation of pleasure so explosive . . .

Raising up on his haunches for a long moment, Decker took in the sight of her naked and flushed. “Damn, you're more lush and gorgeous than I imagined.”

The appreciation on his face spoke a million praises. Unlike Owen, he was here not because sex was one of those tiresome marital exchanges he had to contend with. Decker was here because he wanted to be. Because he wanted her.

The hunger in his eyes made her nipples harden again. Her skin tingled as she waited impatiently to feel his hands all over her again, his thick erection buried deep within her.

“You imagined me?”

“Looking across the bar at you, yeah. I couldn't wait to see these.” He cupped her breasts. “Get my mouth on them.”

Then he was tasting her nipples again. A lick, a nip, a strong suck, and she moaned. Goodness, what he could do with his mouth . . . That direct line of sensation pulsed between her breasts and her slick female flesh below, and she writhed impatiently.

“But now . . .” He pinned her with a hot blue stare that made her quake. “I'm trying to decide how to make you come first. So many choices, and we'll get to them all eventually. Should I start with my fingers?”

Decker rolled slightly away and used one of his legs to pull hers apart. Then he stared straight down at her sex, now wet and pouting and aching. Automatically, she reached down to cover herself. Owen had said that vaginas were messy and unpleasant to look at, so she'd always kept hers shielded from him with a robe or flowing nightie.

Covering herself only seemed to displease Decker. He manacled her wrists in his grip and transferred them to one big hand before he pinned them to the bed above her head. “Don't move.”

Rachel pressed against his hold experimentally. It was solid. She wasn't getting up until he let her. That should probably have alarmed her, but the ease with which he restrained her in his grip reminded her how small she was compared with him, almost helpless. That wasn't a feeling she liked in
any
other area of her life, but under Decker as he touched her . . . Everything about the moment was sublimely erotic.

With her hands trapped, cool air blew across her slick folds. She shivered. “You w-want to look at me?”

“Damn straight. Tonight, that's my pussy. I'm going to look at it, touch it, taste it . . . violate it in every way I can think of.”

She blushed, the words coming from Decker's mouth rousing a tight heat inside her. Then nothing else mattered when he lowered his free hand between her legs, parted her folds with expert fingers, and dragged two of them directly over her most sensitive flesh. Pleasure tingled and burned from that spot, radiating outward for a glorious moment.

She writhed, moaned, all but begging without words.

“Like that?” he whispered against the side of her breast before he kissed the swell of flesh again, then took her turgid nipple in his mouth once more, sucking it to the roof.

“Yes!” she shrieked.

“You won't try to keep me from your sweet pussy, will you?”

Though he phrased his words like a question, Rachel knew quite well that it wasn't. She looked up at him, licking her lips and parting them, anticipation amping her up. “No.”

“That's what I wanted to hear.”

With one hand, he pinned her to the bed, with the other, he plumped and pinched her clitoris, so throbbing and hungry for his touch. In between, he worked his voracious mouth over her nipple. Blood raced through her body. Pleasure climbed inside her. Her senses awakened to him, so attuned. She craved more of the rough feel of his fingers, the scent of his mysterious musk rising between them, his demanding stare promising her more.

“Now. Please now.” Rachel didn't care if she was pleading.

“I'm still debating the best way to give you your first orgasm. Doing it with my fingers is fun and easy.” He toyed with the little pink pearl of nerves, a slow, circular drag of his fingertips over and over. “I can feel you hardening and swelling for me. Your body is tensing. I have total control of your reactions, and you look so fucking sexy flushing and begging. That prim exterior is gone, and the woman underneath . . . no other man has ever seen her. She's mine.”

Rachel knew they were probably nothing more than pretty words, but she appreciated them—except that every moment he talked, he prolonged her torment. But nothing would make him move faster. Something about being utterly at his mercy made her need burn even hotter. She bit her lip.

Decker gave her a long, slow smile. “You're getting close, aren't you?”

She nodded frantically.

“Fighting the urge to beg?”

Rachel nodded again. But not begging wasn't working, so she gave up. “I don't care how you do it, just please . . .”

“I care.”

Decker whispered those words against her lips. Then he took her mouth in another long kiss of wrenching desire that made her dizzy and hot. She tried to curl her arms around him, but he held her hands firmly pinned to the bed.

He began her suffering again, his fingertips fondling her clitoris in long, unhurried drags. Her sizzling, slick nerves ignited. Pleasure coiled. Breathing took a backseat to anticipating his next touch. The need swelled to something far bigger and better than she'd ever given herself. Rachel writhed.
So
close . . .

“You like my fingers?” he baited.

“Yes.” The breathy cry sounded an awful lot like a plea.

“I think you'll like this even more.”

He prowled down the length of her body, his lips grazing her abdomen and laving her hip, before he settled between her thighs. With big palms, he pushed her legs wider apart. Then, with a deep breath, he inhaled. His eyes closed as if savoring her scent. His hot blue stare zipped up her body and captured her gaze. The electric arc between them was like a shockwave to her chest. She gasped.

Impatiently, Decker lowered his head toward her drenched folds. Rachel felt her eyes go saucer round. Would he? Sure, he'd talked about it, but . . .

Decker fell hungrily on her pouting, aching sex. He lapped at her clit with his tongue.
Oh goodness, he would.
She couldn't decide whether to squirm out of her skin or simply melt. She'd never even imagined anything like the hot, wet oven of his mouth. He sucked her in, gently grazing her sensitive tip with his tongue, then his teeth, lavishing her. Devouring her.

As she thrashed on the bed, a cry trapped at the back of her throat sprang free and echoed off the walls. The muscles in her thighs stiffened. The rest of her body followed. The precipice of pleasure rushed up to her. She could see right over the edge. Decker dangled her there—a lazy swipe of his tongue here, a starved suckling there. A frustrating nip at her inner thighs and a long, heated glance up her body later, she nearly howled with demand.

But he seemed to know exactly what she wanted and delighted in making her ache.

“Do you want to come like this?” he asked.

Rachel didn't trust that sly voice. No matter what she said, he was going to do exactly what he wanted. He wouldn't be cajoled or rushed or persuaded, even if she was about to lose her sanity.

Forget leaving her hands where he'd told her to. She thrust her fingers into the inky softness of his short hair and tried to press his mouth deeper over the heart of her need.

So, of course, Decker pulled away. “Be good or I'll make you wait for it.”

“No!” she wailed, knowing it wouldn't do a damn bit of good.

Decker just smiled as he eased off of her and stood at the edge of the bed, staring. “Your pussy looks so pretty when it's pouting, beautiful.” He licked his lips. “You're scrumptious.”

“Why are you tormenting me?” she demanded, then bit her lip. Her lack of orgasm for the last decade wasn't his fault, just the last hour. “What else can I say to convince you?”

“That you need to come?” He shrugged. “I'll know when it's time. Now you stay here. I'll be back in a minute.”

With that, he turned and searched the room. She couldn't see really well in the darkness, but the backside filling her vision was taut and firm, supported by a pair of thighs that rippled with muscle every time he took a step. Rachel sighed.

She really had hit the jackpot.

Just thinking about what might come next, her entire body throbbed, and a satisfaction that would have been so complete and mind-twisting had been right at hand . . . then he'd left the bed? When he stooped down, Rachel frowned. What was he doing?

She shook her head. He'd be back to her. While she wasn't usually confident about her sex appeal, one thing she did know? Men couldn't fake erections, and Decker had been hard since the moment he'd barged through her front door.

Still, he'd left her alone and needy. Wasn't he due a little teasing?

Smiling, Rachel lowered her hand between her legs, determined to put on a show. But when she dragged her fingers over her clitoris, just like Decker had, she hissed and arched her back. It wouldn't take much at all to push her over the edge. Another few seconds and . . .

“Fingers out of your pussy.” Decker's sharp voice resonated through the room as he stood again, fist curled around something. “That orgasm is mine to give you.”

“I wasn't going to—”

“You say that now, but in thirty seconds? Two minutes? Five?”

Okay, so maybe he had a point.
“You've left me aching.”

“And I'll make it better,” he promised, dumping a few condoms on her nightstand.

Decker held up one and tore the foil open with his teeth. He wasted no time rolling it over his huge erection and sliding onto the bed again, right between her legs. Without warning, he scooped her thighs up in his arms, lifted them around his head, and dropped his mouth back to her clit. The intense suction and almost punishing nip made her scream—and her body jolt in a hot-blooded race for satisfaction.

As she flew even closer to blissful explosion than before, a damp sweat covered her body. She strained to get closer, lifting up to the heavenly touch of his tongue. Her breath hitched, then left her lips in a broken cry. Blood zipped by the bucketful south, filling the responsive little nub he played with. Rachel felt herself swelling, the pressure building, the burn scorching.
Just another second or two . . .

He eased his lips away.

Before she had time to moan in protest, he trapped her body beneath his own with a growl. The lust in that feral sound nearly undid her. Full staff in hand, he aligned himself against her slick, vulnerable opening, probing, feeding her the head in shallow strokes before backing out to rub her clit with his rigid stalk.

The need to take him deep, feel him stroking her walls, had her tossing her head back, breathing hard, a frantic cry on her lips. “Decker . . .”

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Her blood boiled, burning away any semblance of pride. “Yes. Please. I do. Now.”

“Tell me you want me to fuck you until you can't take a moment more.”

Even the image had her squirming beneath him and crying out again. “Yes!”

The word hadn't even finished clearing her lips before he thrust deep inside her. She gasped. Her eyes went wide with panic and pain. She couldn't take another inch of him.

Stiffening, Rachel tried discreetly to wriggle and displace him, put some distance between them.

“Does that hurt?”

“A little.”

“Shh. Relax.” He grabbed her hips in his hands, easing back. Rachel sighed in relief.

But he wasn't absent for long. He only put enough distance between them to work a pair of fingers inside her and stretch her. His clever digits found a sensitive spot inside her, and she arched her back, spreading wide for him until she accommodated another finger. Then another.

When she was mewling, Decker withdrew, then nudged his staff against her opening again.

His nostrils flared, his eyes narrowing. “Now you should be more comfortable. Tell me if you're not, and I'll work you open slowly. But you won't get away from me, Rachel.”