Anticipation (17 page)

“Blue,” he said, his hands reaching to catch hers.

He was used to calling the shots, used to taking charge and handing out the pleasure. That was his thing, the reason why women had been falling into his bed since he’d been old enough to welcome them there.

“Shut up,” she said, her fingers gripping the hard metal of the zipper tab.

She had to work to get it over the significant bulge of his erection, but then it was down and she was pushing his jeans open and sliding her hand beneath the elastic of his boxer-briefs. The muscles of his belly quivered beneath her hand before she encountered the crisp silk of his pubic hair, then the hard heat of his cock. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, a purely feminine thrill racing through her as she registered the satisfying heft and girth of his erection.

She stroked him once, twice, enjoying the way his hips pressed forward as she stroked him to the hilt. Intent on her goal, she started to sink to her knees. Eddie’s hand caught her shoulder, his body tensing with surprise.

“You don’t —”

“Yes, I do.” She kept her gaze trained on the prize as she continued her descent, greedily tugging down his jeans and boxer-briefs.

His cock slipped free, jutting hard and proud from a thatch of glossy dark hair. He was so freaking sexy, all hard belly and even harder cock and straining thighs. Giving in to instinct, she leaned forward and pressed her face to his skin, breathing in the smell of warm flesh and freshly washed cotton and healthy man. Hands curling around his hips, she turned her head and ran her tongue along the taut length of his cock.

“Jesus, Blue,” he rasped.

He tasted as good as he looked. Eager for more, wanting to bring him to his knees, she drew the gentle swell of the head of his cock into her mouth. The skin beneath her tongue was velvet soft and she felt him shudder as she played her tongue across him.

“Okay, enough,” he said, his fingers weaving their way into her hair.

So used to being in control in the bedroom, this man. She let him slide from her mouth, then tilted her head to look up at him.

“This is what I want.” She held his gaze as she wrapped her hand around him and stroking him from hilt to tip, her thumb gliding across the now-gleaming head.

She noted the way he swallowed and the telltale flex of his hips.

“Later,” he insisted.

“Now.”

She didn’t let him say any more, drawing him into her mouth again and taking him all the way this time before returning her focus to the sensitive head. After a few seconds the hand in her hair relaxed, curving to the back of her skull as he finally succumbed to her will.

She went to town then, exploring him with her mouth, tongue, and hands. She dragged her teeth gently across his glans, then sucked him into her mouth and rasped the rough of her tongue against him. She traced the thick vein along one side with her tongue, then stroked her hand up again. She took him deep into the back of her throat and sucked hard, reveling in the way his hips jerked forward, wanting more, needing more. His rising desire fired her own, and she got off on his arousal almost as much as he did.

Quickly she fell into a rhythm as she discerned what he liked the most. When his whole body was rigid with need, she took him deep and worked him with her tongue until his hips pushed forward. She could feel him resisting the urge to pump into her mouth, and she curved her hand around his hip and onto his ass, urging him to follow instinct. He started to thrust and she squeezed her thighs together, feeling desperately close to climax herself as she pushed him to the edge and over.

He came with a low groan, his fingers tightening in her hair, and she milked every last drop from him, cupping his balls and stroking the delicate skin behind his sac as he shuddered out his last moments of ecstasy.

He was panting as though he’d run a race. She rested her forehead against his belly, the back of her head still cradled in his palm, her mouth full of the taste of him. Sweet and salty, along with the warm taste of his skin itself.

After a few seconds she shifted, pulling away from him, and he let his hand fall to his side. She pushed herself to her feet, her gaze cataloguing him one last time as she stood: his strong thighs framed by his jeans, the dark curls of his pubic hair, his still-hard cock.

Finally she looked into his face. His eyes were hazy with pleasure, his lids heavy as he watched her.

“What are the chances I can have a shower?”

She’d been dancing for hours, and her skin and clothes were damp with sweat.

“Use the ensuite.”

He pushed the bedroom door open, and she followed him inside. She’d only ever seen the room through the doorway before, and she surveyed the king-size bed and simple, clean-lined bedside tables briefly before turning toward what she assumed was the ensuite.

“Through here?”

“That’s right.”

She entered a spacious ensuite, complete with double vanity and double shower. Aware of him watching through the doorway, she gripped the lower edge of her top and pulled it over her head.

The clasp of her bra released easily, and she slipped the straps down her arms. She could feel Eddie’s attention, his desire, like heat radiating from a furnace, and her hands started to shake again as she tackled the stud on her jeans. She pushed them down, taking her panties with them, kicking the lot to one side once she was done. Eddie’s gaze went straight to the neat thatch of hair at the juncture of her thighs and she felt herself grow even wetter. Although how that was even possible when she felt about ready to explode, she didn’t know.

Turning her back on him, she crossed to the shower and wondered how long it would take him to join her.

Eddie watched as Blue turned the water on, tilting her head to the side to avoid the spray from the showerhead. Once she had the temperature right, she reached for the bar of soap on the glass shelf.

Heart pounding, he stared as she guided the soap across her belly with one hand. After a moment, she braced the other hand against the wall, as though she needed the contact to remain steady on her feet.

Jesus, did he know that feeling.

Then what the hell are you doing out here when she’s in there
?

It was a good question, and his best excuse was that he was so conditioned to keeping his hands and thoughts to himself where Blue was concerned, he still couldn’t quite accept that he longer needed to hold back.

But she’d given him permission to look, to touch.
She wanted him to.

His hands were at the waistband of his jeans before he could complete the thought, shoving them down his legs. His T-shirt followed. Naked, he strode into the ensuite.

The shower door swished as he pulled it open. Blue’s head whipped around, her gaze dropping to his hard-on. He didn’t give her a chance to do or say anything, crowding her into the corner as he cupped her breasts.

God, they were perfect, filling his hands, her pale brown nipples hard against his palms. He lowered his head, pulling her right nipple into his mouth. Her hands clutched at his head, her fingers weaving into his hair. He sucked, then bit, then soothed her with his tongue before transferring his attention to her left breast. She moaned her encouragement, the sound low and needy in the confined space.

He didn’t think it was possible, but he got even harder. Even though she’d given him the blow job of a lifetime. How many years had he secretly wanted this?

Too many.

He ran a hand over her belly. She widened her stance eagerly as he slipped his hand between her thighs. His breath hissed out against her breast as his fingers slid over slick, plump flesh. She felt so good, so ready. He slid a finger inside her, and she clenched around him, welcoming the invasion.

“Fuck, Blue.” His words sounded like a prayer, fervent and worshipful, and that was exactly how he felt.

Suddenly the thought of being inside her was too much, too urgent. He wrapped a hand around her left thigh, encouraging her to hook it around his hip. Then he grabbed her tight, firm little ass in both hands and boosted her up the wall. The moment he had her safely pressed against the tiles, he wrapped a hand around his aching cock and notched himself into place at her entrance.

She gasped as he pushed inside her, her hands gripping the muscles along the top of his shoulders, her whole body arching into the contact, searching for more. A shudder rippled through him as he registered how tight and hot she felt. His gaze found hers, and neither of them looked away as he began to move, both his hands on her ass now as he pumped into her.

Water slicked down their joined bodies as they worked together, their harsh breathing and the slap of skin on skin the only sound. Blue bit her lip, and he knew she was close to losing it. He refused to let her look away, holding her gaze with his own.

This is me, fucking you
, he told her with his eyes.
Don’t ever forget it.

She started to pant. He could sense her rising need, the way her body was tensing in anticipation of release. He upped the pace, his own breathing ragged. He wanted to see her come so badly.

“Oh, God,” she breathed, and he felt her inner muscles ripple around his cock. “Oh, fuck, Eddie. Oh, God.”

“Yes. For me. Come for me, Blue.”

As if her body had been waiting for his words, she came apart, bucking against him, her thighs locked tightly around his hips, her head thrown back, her eyes closed.

His own climax hit him simultaneously, and he gave a low, almost pained groan as he thrust himself home. She opened her eyes and leaned forward, biting his shoulder as he came in one long, shuddering rush.

He let his head fall forward for a brief moment afterward, resting it against the tiled wall over her shoulder. She clenched her inner muscles around him and he shook his head.

“Stop trying to kill me,” he said, his voice ragged.

“If you can’t stand the heat…”

He pulled back so he could look into her face. “I can stand it.”

Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils hugely dilated, but her eyes still held the old familiar, challenging glint. Blue was still Blue, he realized, even though what they’d just done together had rocked the foundations of his world.

His hands tightened on her hips and she unhooked her ankles as he withdrew from her and set her on her feet. She ducked her head, as if she needed a moment to gather herself.

He felt the same way. Never had he had such an intense experience with another human being.
Never
.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, he reached for the soap, working up a good lather before pulling her close. One arm wrapped around her, he began to wash her, starting with her neck, chest, and breasts and working his way down. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He explored her with his hands, mapping her curves, reveling in the textures of her body — the smooth roundness of her breasts, the firmness of her ass, the wet silk of her pubic hair. He made a mental note every time she caught her breath or tensed, filing the knowledge away for later exploitation. Finally, he slipped his hand between her thighs again and felt how wet and hot she was and knew that she was ready for more.

He reached past her to turn off the water, the abrupt cessation of water and noise making her lift her head and blink in confusion.

“Are we done?” she asked, and he could hear the disappointment in her voice.

He kissed her once, hard.

“Not even close.”

He opened the shower door and grabbed a towel.

Without saying a word, he wrapped her in the soft fabric. When he kissed her, she met him halfway, her tongue sliding against his with increasing hunger. Her hands found his arms, her fingers digging into his biceps as she strained closer, seeking more.

He felt his cock swelling yet again, and his hips jerked as Blue slipped a hand between their bodies to wrap a hand around his length.

“No,” he said against her mouth, breaking their kiss and twisting his hips to pull his cock from her hands.

“Are you usually this bossy?” she asked.

“You had your turn before. Payback is a bitch,” he said.

He kissed her before she could respond, swallowing her objection, his hands clamping onto her bare ass with carnal intent. When he took a step, she went with him, her body pressed to his.

Together they shuffled into the bedroom, bodies and mouths locked together. When the mattress hit the back of her knees, she went down willingly, dragging him with her.

The feel of her beneath him, her thighs spread wide, her breasts flattened against his chest spoke to some deep, primal need in him and he broke their kiss to admire her spread-eagled body. Her creamy, full breasts topped with darkly puckered nipples, her belly rising and falling in time with her increasingly urgent breathing, the dark curls at the juncture of her thighs. He ran a hand down her body, marveling at the warm smoothness of her skin.

“You feel so good. So smooth,” he murmured. “I want to
eat
you, you feel so good.”

He cupped her breast. They both watched as he plumped it in his hand, his thumb flicking over her nipple. The pale brown bud hardened, eager for more, and he lowered his head and drew it into his mouth. He sucked firmly and she arched her back as he grazed her with his teeth. He slipped his other hand between her thighs. God, he wanted to be inside her again, even though it had barely been minutes since he’d come.