All Hallows Heartbreaker (3 page)

Small capillaries burst and spilled a trickle of blood into Dylan’s mouth. As he sucked, he continued to mouth her tender flesh—until long after the pulses tightening her vagina slowed. Retracting his teeth, he healed the tiny wounds he’d made with the lazy lap of his tongue. He turned his head and kissed her inner thigh.

“Did you just bite me?” she asked, her tone incredulous.

“Yes.” He leaned away from her. “Did you like it?”

“I didn’t know you could do such a thing. And it hurt! But…” Still pressed to the glass, she glanced over her shoulder. “…is that what an orgasm’s really like?”

Not knowing which issue he should address first, Dylan rose painfully to his feet. One need had been partially slaked, but by now his cock had to be turning blue from constriction. He unbuttoned his vest and shrugged it off, not caring where it landed on the floor. Gritting his teeth, he willed his shaft to relax, and then he reached for his zipper.

“Good lord! You’re not wearing underwear. Should you be doing that?”

His hand hesitated and he opened his eyes, hoping she wasn’t asking him to end their interlude.

Emmy had stopped hugging the window and was staring at his groin.

From the front, she was proving lethal to his self-control. He’s always been partial to blondes—and she was the real thing. “Should I be doing what, Emmy? Do you want me to keep my pants on?” He grimaced against the pain. “I’ll stop now, if you tell me.”

“That’s not what I meant. But your zipper.” She pointed at his groin and blushed a deeper rose. “Won’t you hurt yourself with the zipper?”

“Stop talking about it, and I might be able to get him down a bit.” He closed his eyes against the sight of her and took a deep breath.

“Oh. Can I help?”

“No!” Taking another deep breath, he eased the zipper down slowly, wincing as the metal teeth scraped his cock.

He heard her gasp. “Holy shit! Now I’m not sure which will hurt worse, your bite or your dick.”

Dylan jerked, and the zipper pinched his cock. “For fuck’s sake!” He ripped the zipper down the rest of the way, then doubled over in pain. Air left his lungs in a single strangled gust.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Emmy’s hand patted his head. “What can I do? Can I help?”

Still clutching his groin, he raised his head and stared at her.

Her eyes were wide with concern. “Your face is bright red. Are you all right? Can you breathe? I know the Heimlich.”

“What the fuck?” He shook his head in confusion. “Just sit!”

When she sank onto the edge of the leather sofa, Dylan felt it safe enough to turn his back. He reached for the edge of his desk to steady himself. Gradually, the pain ebbed, and he straightened.

Nervous laughter bubbled. “Oh! I meant CPR, not the Heimlich. No wonder you looked at me like I’d grown two heads.”

Dylan shook his head, and then surprised himself with a single bark of laughter. He turned back to the sofa. Emmy still hugged the edge, her skin ghostly pale against the dark leather.

She bit her lip and raised her arm to cover her breasts. “I suppose the mood’s gone, huh? What with you injured and all. I’ll just get dressed.”

His gaze swept over her breasts, rounded belly, and the nest of pale hair between her legs. “If you give me a minute to recover—”

Emmy chewed on her lips, and then bounced from the sofa and walked toward him, stopping just in front of him.

With eyes on her breasts, he pushed his jeans down his hips and struggled to free a leg.

“I could…” Emmy’s gaze fell to his cock, widened, and she licked her lips.

Dylan hopped on one foot and pulled a leg from the jeans.

“…could kiss it better.”

He landed on the carpeted floor on his backside, and then laid back, his arms stretched wide. “You are a menace! I give up. Sex with you may be the death of
me
.” He felt a tug on his calf and looked down the length of his body, eyebrows raised.

Emmy was pulling his pants the rest of the way down his second leg. She blurted, “Well you don’t think after seeing that dick that I could just walk away?”

Chapter Three

Emmy pulled off his pants, relieved that finally they were on equal ground. He was flat on his back. Naked as she was. Although, equal wasn’t exactly the right word for him. His dick was extraordinarily above equal. Stellar and mythic were better words that came to mind.

Redder than the rest of his skin, his cock rose from a nest of straight black hair. Hair that appeared the same color and texture as the fur on his chest. Something she’d noticed as soon as he’d taken off his leather vest.

On closer inspection, she noted his penis was thicker than her wrist and long with deep veins running down the side. It was crowned by a smooth, round head and as beautiful as the rest of him.

While she was naked and ordinary. Only ordinary wasn’t the right word, either.
Über
-ordinary, maybe. No, ridiculous—that’s what she was. Her ass was enormous. Her breasts were flabby. And she hadn’t shaved her bikini line. Perhaps she’d better get dressed.

Her gaze fell again to his mighty sword.

“Don’t get shy now,” he said. “Or are you forgetting the part about kissing it better?”

How had she ever had the nerve to say that? Of course, she was always saying the first thing that came to mind. Then again, he sounded a little worried. Like he was afraid she might not go through with it.

A dick of mythic proportions didn’t come by twice in a lifetime. She bit the edge of her lip and knelt beside him. “You’ll have to show me what you like. My ex-boyfriend said I do it all wrong.”

“He was a bloody idiot.” Dylan reached for her hand and pulled it toward his cock. “Start like this.” With his hand over hers, he moved her up and down on him.

The skin that slid over the rigid shaft was velvety-soft and hot. “I’ve done this before.” She increased the speed.

His eyes closed tight. “If you use some spit, you can move faster and squeeze while you do that.”

Seeing his eyes closed, she felt slightly less self-conscious. Ready to try something new. Cupping her free palm to her mouth, she spit, then slid both hands around his cock. “Squeezing is good?”

“Oh yeah. A little twisting too.” His hips lifted off the floor at her first sideways caress. But his eyes stayed closed.

She must be doing it right. Relieved, she twisted her hands in opposite directions as she pushed and pulled. “What about the other thing?”

“Other thing?” he gasped, and opened his eyes.

“A blow job. I’m not very good at that either.”

“God help me.” Dylan sighed and put an arm behind his head. With his head raised, his green eyes could see everything she did.

Her hands slowed and she waited for his next instructions, determined to get it right.

“Stop moving your hands,” he said, his face taut.

Startled, she stopped instantly. Maybe, she’d hurt him.

“You were doing it right, Emmy.” He raised his hand to comb his fingers through her hair. “Too right.”

She let out a relived sigh. “Would you like me to do the other thing now?”

“Just put your mouth wherever you want,” he said, his voice gruff and low.

The “wherever you want” confused and excited her. Her ex had always insisted on her swallowing his cock right away.

She leaned over him and tried to decide where to start first. Head, shaft, or the sac below?

She kissed his balls, smoothing her lips over them. Only, it wasn’t enough. She stuck her tongue out and laved one, but it rolled away. Determined to hold it still for a licking, she sucked one into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue.

A deep moan and lift of his hips told her she was on the right track. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the other into her mouth.

“Emmy,” he said, his voice strained. “Straddle my face.”

“Huh?” So surprised by his request, she let him pull her around, until her pussy hovered above his mouth and his penis tickled her collarbone.

The now familiar stroke of his tongue had her back curling like a cat to press her pussy into his face. His mouth closed over her labia, and he sucked and stroked, making her forget her purpose until the shaft of his dick nudged her chin.

She tilted his penis and lowered her mouth over the silky-smooth head. When his teeth sank into her tender flesh, she squirmed and moaned—and bit into his dick.

With a single, deafening roar, he lifted her from his body and pushed her to the side. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What you did to me.” Tears filled her eyes. She’d done it all wrong, again. Her hands covered her breasts.
I’m so stupid
.

With his hand fisted around his cock, Dylan cursed. “Son of a—” His gaze met hers, and he grew still, his face tight with a grimace. “It’s my fault. I should have explained. There’s a difference between you and me.”

“Right. The man-woman thing.” She sniffed. “Yeah, you Tarzan. Me Jane.”

“No.” He let go of his dick and combed his fingers through her hair again.

By now his petting calmed her. She turned to his hand like a cat seeking an ear rub. “I just did it wrong.”

“No, dear. I can bite—you can’t. At least not hard.”

She glanced down. Angry red teeth marks marred the shaft. “I’m sorry.” Then she realized he was still engorged, fully erect. “Does it hurt much? Can I try it again?”

“No!”

Deflated, her shoulders sank and her heart slowed to a dismal thump.

His finger lifted her chin. “Emmy, let’s just fuck.”

Emmy searched his eyes for any sign of pity for her inept performance, but saw only raw desire. Once again encouraged, she said eagerly, “Show me what you want. Contrary to my previous error—I really am a quick learner.”

Kneeling in front of her, he helped her into position, her legs spread wide over his lap. “You’re in charge. Take as much of me as you want.”

Accustomed to being commanded by a more experienced partner, Emmy awkwardly planted her legs on either side of him and rose high enough for him to place his cock against the opening of her vagina. With her hands on his shoulders, she lowered herself a few inches, letting gravity pull her down his shaft.

“That’s it,” he said, and his hands on her ass helped her rise.

She sank again, slowly, making sure she savored every sensation as his cock drove upward, past her labia, into her channel, stretching her, then up she rose again.

Soon her breath came in little pants, sweat breaking over her skin. When she noticed moisture collecting on Dylan’s upper lip, she stopped worrying about it. Instead, she slid her moist breasts against his chest, swirling her nipples in his hair.

Up and down. Down and grinding—her swollen clit seeking the friction of the hair covering his groin. She needed him deeper and harder. She wanted another orgasm. “Ooh!” Her voice rose as she bounced faster. “Oooh!”

Dylan’s strong arms closed around her, stopping her movement.

She slapped his shoulders. “I’m losing it! Let me move.”

His arms tightened. “You’re not losing it. Sometimes pausing makes your orgasm more powerful.”

“Really?” She stopped struggling and found her face was level with his. Staring into his eyes, she noted flecks of brown and gold, the colors of the forest at the start of autumn. His irises weren’t entirely green.

Dylan blinked and pulled back his head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just catching my breath.” Then something occurred to her. “Do you realize we’ve never kissed? Here you are with your dick all the way up me, and we haven’t kissed.”

His eyebrows drew together in a frown. “I beg your pardon. I kissed you. Remember? Downstairs, in front of Nicky.”

Dylan’s nipples were flat, brown circles with tiny nubs in the center. She wondered if they’d dimple like hers when kissed. “Who?”

“The
badder
guy.” One of his hands closed over hers, halting her exploration. “The one licking your neck. Do you remember now?”

“I remember. It seems so long ago.” Satisfied Dylan hadn’t bypassed a rule of modern lovemaking, Emmy laid her head on his shoulder. “So are you going to show me that more powerful orgasm?”

His hand stroked her head. “Have you caught your breath?”

She peeked at his face, thrilled at the lusty look in his eyes. “Will I be needing it?”

“Oh yes.” He smacked her ass. “Now get off me.”

She groaned noisily and closed her legs around his back. “I don’t want to.”

“Emmy, do you like the feel of me inside you?” he asked, his voice a sexy growl next to her ear.

“Mmmm-hmmm. That’s why I’m not moving.”

“And if I tell you I can be deeper inside you?”

Emmy’s belly tightened like a spring. This was something else she knew about. She unwound her legs and pushed off his lap, his cock sliding from inside her with a pop. In an instant, she turned and went down on her hands and knees. “Doggie style, right?”

He coughed. It sounded suspiciously like a laugh. Then hands closed over her buttocks, parting them. A single slide of his cock between her cheeks had her arms trembling. Then he slid his long shaft inside her soaking pussy, pushing inexorably inside. A long stroke out, and he drove back inside—
hard
.

Emmy started the climb, jerking and whimpering softly as he pounded into her, until her arms collapsed beneath her, and her head sank to the floor. But his hands anchored her hips as he continued to slam against her ass, faster and faster.

Suddenly, her breath caught, and her world tilted. “Ohmygod! Ohmygod!” she chanted, slanting her hips upward to take him deeper still. Another stroke, and then the tension in her belly snapped, and her cunt began to milk his cock, throbbing and clasping.

Still he moved inside her. At the same maddening pace.

As the pulsing inside her slowed, a nagging thought stopped her cold. Perhaps, she wasn’t woman enough to get him off?

Again, she rose and pushed back to meet his strokes. When his hands squeezed her ass, she was reassured. The sound of flesh slapping flesh resounded each time his belly met her ass, warming her skin and her heart.

Excitement coiled in her belly, and she arched her back. “It’s happening again!”

* * * * *

Dylan’s hips pistoned faster, Emmy’s soft bottom cushioning his belly at the end of each sharp stroke. Her moans tightened his balls until he had to come or they would explode.

An itchy tingle in his gums announced the downward glide of his teeth. He halted instantly and prayed for restraint. He’d already scared her once.

“No, don’t stop now,” Emmy wailed and pushed back, trying to take him deeper inside.

With a curse, he stopped the movement of her hips.

“Is this another pause to make it stronger?” she asked, her breath gasping.

Dylan raised his gaze to the ceiling, willing himself to resist the dark lust that swept over him. Instead, it centered between his thighs.

Emmy bucked, her head flung back. “Please, do something. Move!” Her hair settled, strands of her blond hair clinging to the sweat on her back.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap her hair in his fist. “Hold still, Emmy. I’ll hurt you.”

A shudder wracked her shoulders and her head sank to the floor again. “Do you want to bite me again?” she asked, and then peeked over her shoulder.

He clenched his jaw, his long teeth spearing the inside of his upper lip.

“It’s okay,” she said softly. “Weird, but okay. Besides, it didn’t hurt that bad.” A smile lifted the corners of her lips. “And I came.”

He shook his head, trying to deny the quickening that pushed at the skin of his cheeks and forehead. “Don’t look at me, Emmy.”

“Just do it.” With a shrug that he felt pull at his groin, she faced away. “Whatever gets you moving again. Fuck me, Dylan.”

“Come here,” he said, guiding her buttocks down as he knelt behind her. Still connected, he pulled her into his arms. Her back leaned into his chest, and her buttocks were cradled by his groin.