Everything Bared (Six-Alarm Sexy) (7 page)

He pulled her flesh deeper into his mouth. Her belly thrust against his cock and they moaned in unison. He could smell her desire, feel her need. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

With a final flick of his tongue on her reddened nubs, he dropped to his knees, his hands trailing over her torso, her hips, her tight belly. He slid his hands all the way to her ankles and worked his way back up her muscular calves, the sensitive backs of her knees, her firm thighs, and her perfect ass. Clutching the delicious globes, he drew her pussy to his mouth and got his first exquisite taste of her. Nothing could compare, not even the raspberries or his finest scotch.

A nudge of his shoulder had her widening her stance. Taking full advantage, he speared his tongue inside her, impaling her as far as he could. She gripped his head, her fingers curling in his hair, her nails raking his scalp. Sensations, taste and touch, flooded him. Had sex ever been so good? So all-consuming? And his cock hadn’t even entered the game yet.

Banding one arm around her waist, he slid his tongue to her clitoris and lapped at it, alternating quick sharp strokes with slow languorous licks as he penetrated her first with one finger, then with two. Her moans filled his ears, like the sultriest music. The expression on her face fed his manly pride. When she thrust her hips against his mouth, her red-tipped breasts bobbed and swayed. She twisted her head from side to side before she grew still. Her eyes flashed with heat and more than a hint of amusement, then she threw her head back and screamed his name.

As “Will” bounced off the surrounding buildings, she convulsed against him and contracted around his fingers, squeezing impossibly tight.

Holy shit!
He had to get inside her. Had to make her come again. Had to feel her squeezing his cock like that.

After a moment, she quieted and wrapped herself around his head. “Those are some moves you’ve got, Mr. CFO.” Her panting tickled his ear.

His arms tightened around her as he got ready for round two. “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet. I’ve got lots more where those came from.” He was so aroused and on the edge, his voice sounded like he’d swallowed sawdust.

“I bet you do.” She winked and stepped out of the circle of his arms.

He stood and was about to pull her back to him, get her to help take his damn jeans off, maybe lay her down on the chaise when he finally registered that she’d retied the string that closed her dress. His brows V-ed. “You’re leaving?”

She caressed his cheek with her palm. “Thank you for the wonderful supper and the… equally wonderful dessert. But I’ve got an early morning tomorrow, and I’m still pretty tired from yesterday’s shift.”

“I thought you had tomorrow off,” he ground out.

“I do. This is an in-school visit with Coco.”

Was she brushing him off? She’d certainly seemed to enjoy the orgasm he’d given her.
Shit.
His balls were going to be so blue, they just might burst. But that was his problem, not hers.

“Uh… okay. See you tomorrow night then.” It hadn’t been intentional, but his statement had sounded an awful lot like a question.
Fuck! Don’t beg. Never beg.

“Maybe.” She smiled and kissed his cheek. “Sleep well, Will.”

As fucking if.
“You too, Danielle,” he managed to mumble. After she’d disappeared into the condo, he dragged his hand through his hair and paced the balcony.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
What had he done wrong?

He should have taken things more slowly. Although she might work with men, that didn’t mean she was as impulsive about sex as men were. And, Christ, he’d undressed her outside. What kind of a man did that to a woman? That had to be it. When she’d regained her senses, she’d realized where they were and had fled inside.

He never acted like this with women. He knew to treat them like ladies. To take things slow, to let them lead. To protect their privacy. But damn, things with Danielle were different. She made him lose control. She made him crazy until his mind was full of her, full of the need to sink his cock deep between her thighs.

At the thought of Danielle’s creamy thighs, said appendage hardened even more, and he sucked in air as pain flashed through his body.

Jeans off.

With stiff movements, he teetered down the hall to the master bedroom. After firmly closing the door, he popped the button of his jeans and very carefully slid the zipper down past his throbbing dick. His balls pulsed as they finally found freedom. He kicked off the offending denim and his boxers and stretched out naked on the bed.

And that’s when it heard it. A sound. A moan. The creak of a bed. The buzz of an electrical device.

Goddamn.
The woman was going to be the death of him. It wasn’t enough that she’d left him hot and very bothered, now he was going to have to endure listening to her get off with a fucking vibrator! If she’d wanted more, all she’d had to do was ask. He’d have been happy to oblige.

But despite their newly forged agreement, she hadn’t asked. Why?

Dani held the bullet vibrator in her hand. She couldn’t hold back the giggle bubbling in her throat as she imagined Will’s reaction to hearing it buzz. She wasn’t trying to be a cocktease; she just didn’t want to move too quickly. Will was a great guy, and if they only had a month, she wanted it to be a month neither of them would forget. Hopping into bed with him on the night of their first kiss would have been a huge mistake. Great fun—Will obviously knew his way around a woman’s body—but a mistake all the same.

Besides, the hunt was a huge part of the thrill.

Right now, he’d be picturing her with the vibrator between her spread legs. Would he be pleasuring himself? Would he grip his cock in his big hands and stroke it, squeezing harder each time he heard her moan?

Her body grew wet at the thought.

Unable to resist, she got on the bed and sat up against the headboard. She bent her knees and let them fall to the side, then she slid the tip of the bullet vibrator over her slick folds. A shiver wracked her body and made the headboard bang against the wall. She grinned, hearing Will’s answering groan. He’d turned out to be quite a pleasant surprise, going down on her right there on the balcony where any nosy neighbor could have seen them. Had he been as excited by the idea of being spied on as she’d been? Almost completely naked, with his head between her legs and his tongue deep inside her—

“Oh!” She moaned loudly as her belly contracted in a sensuous pre-cursor to a second Will-induced orgasm.

Will, the man who right now was probably jerking off on his bed only a few feet away from her, the wall between them less substantial than a curtain. She could hear him and he could hear her. Her mind filled in what her eyes were missing.

As though she’d been injected with a shot of epinephrine, her heart raced and heat flushed her body. She was on fire. Her hips thrust against the vibrator and the headboard thudded against the wall. Did Will know how crazy he was making her? How much she wanted him inside her? Through the wall, she heard the squeaking of his bed and what sounded like muffled cursing.

Now that she had his attention, she focused on the vibrator, dipping it inside her as she fingered her clit, flicking her nail against it. Like Will had done with the tip of his tongue. His magic tongue. A twinge of guilt niggled in her chest. Maybe she
should
have returned the favor.

It was clear he’d wanted to continue their tryst. So, why hadn’t she given him some relief? Her fingers stilled.

I don’t want to give him up.

Shit.
Her head fell back against the pillow and she sighed. They’d agreed on a month, and she had to make the best of it. She wanted more from Mr. CFO than just a one-night stand. But what? They were clearly wrong for each other, though the sexual sparks between them could set cement blocks on fire.

Even if they weren’t life mates, destined for each other, they could still enjoy their month together. She might even bring him to an event at one of her clubs, just to see his reaction. The memory of his flushed cheeks and blown pupils staring up at her from between her legs got her fingers moving again.

“Ah!” she cried, hoping he was still listening. “Yes, yes. Mmm.”

She was rewarded with the creak of his bedroom door and the sound of his footsteps in the hallway. When he paused outside her door, her heart jumped and a fresh wave of wetness slicked her fingers.

Would he knock? Or would he simply open the door and walk in like he had the right?

Better yet, did she want him to?

Tugging on the cord, she pulled the bullet out of her pussy and pressed it against her clit. Her breasts ached to be held, ached for Will’s teasing touch. She pinched the tip of one nipple, her fingers a poor substitute for Will’s. She cried out.

An answering growl came through the door. Was he picturing her on the bed? Picturing her flushed breasts, her red nipples? Her dripping pussy?

She wished the door was made of one-way glass so she could see him. Was he dressed or naked? Was he holding himself, stroking his long, thick cock?

A spike of heat shook her body. She gasped as her orgasm built. “Oh! Oh!” she called out. She rolled her hips and arched her back. The headboard smacked the wall.

“Fuck!” Will groaned against the door.

His harsh breathing drove her to greater heights than any solo drive ever had before. The confirmation of how her game was affecting him propelled her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back and she shouted as ecstasy engulfed her.

If it was this good with only his heavy breathing and moans to accompany her, she could only imagine what it would be like to have him in the flesh, to have his warm arms surround her as his hard hot cock filled her. The experience just might kill her. But what a way to go.

Footsteps in the hall told her Will had left. She smiled when the shower turned on. Oh, yes. he had enjoyed this as much as she had. And that was a damn good sign. Will had no idea what was coming, and she’d do her best to make sure he’d be helpless to resist her. In fact, he’d be begging her for more.

If he doesn’t reject you first.

Turning off the vibrator, she tossed it on the nightstand and covered herself with the blanket. Would he push her away when he found out what she really liked?

Well fuck him if a little exhibitionism scared him. She’d been scorned by every vanilla lover who’d ever found out about her kink. One more wouldn’t change a thing. William Caldwell would just be another in a very long line of rejections. A tear rolled down her cheek.

Nope. It wouldn’t change a thing.

With an impatient twist, William whipped the shower knob all the way to the right, and jammed his face in the freezing spray. Danielle had done it to him again. She’d turned him into a horny Peeping Tom. Had she known he could hear her moans, her sighs, the sweet sounds she made when she came?

After their evening on the balcony, he also knew how she looked when pleasure overtook her. How her nipples peaked a deep red, how her face and neck darkened as a flush of arousal swept over her. How her back arched and her ass tightened. How her pussy flooded with the sweetest juices.

He wrapped his hand around his painfully erect cock, stroking roughly from root to tip. His aching balls were so full and tight, they’d drawn up close to his body, hard as marble. With his free hand, he cupped them and squeezed. Ruthlessly.

What would it feel like to have Danielle’s hands on him instead of his own? Would she be rough or gentle? Hesitant or aggressive? He was pretty sure she’d be aggressive—Danielle knew exactly what she wanted—but she wouldn’t be rough. She was far too compassionate to want to cause him pain.

As he fucked his own hand, he pictured her on her knees, her full lips closed over his engorged cock. He pulled back and thrust forward, sinking into his fist, imagining it was Danielle’s mouth. How deep could she take him?

In his mind, he flipped her around, pushed her against the wall and drove into her from behind. His hands clamped on her narrow hips and she arched her back, deepening the penetration.