Merediths Awakening (2 page)

Frustrated, she lifted one leg, sending her silvery skirt slithering up to bare the thigh she wound around his hip.

The crowd ceased to exist. All she knew was the music, the man, and the sensations ripping through her like lightning.

He gave a little grunt as she slid her damp and burning pussy over the long bar of his cock, and reached down to wrap one huge, rough hand under her thigh. Without warning he hoisted her up, and she automatically wrapped both legs around his hips, clinging with arms and legs as he moved them into the shadows at the edge of the dance floor. When her back hit the wall, and he released one thigh, letting her slide down while still keeping one leg firmly around his hips and her pussy completely open to him, she wondered what on earth she was doing. And how soon she could do it again.

*

Tony knew he’d struck gold. His sweet little princess was a powder keg waiting to blow. He felt incredibly lucky he was the one who’d found her. He was the one she would explode all over.

He backed her into the wall, crowding her against the slick surface with his lower body, keeping her thigh anchored around his waist with one hard hand while he leaned in to rest his other forearm on the wall by her head, caging her in completely.

Lowering his head, he began to play connect the dots with the light dusting of glitter across her chest. One, two, three, he dragged his tongue from one silver flake to the next, breathing in her exotic, soft musk scent and tasting the salty-sweet tang of her skin.

She was shaking in his grasp, breath jerking and shuddering as she tightened her leg and tried to grind her hot little pussy against him. With every little wriggle, he felt his cock grow, stretch, demand more. Fuck. He hadn’t even kissed her yet, and he was about to come in his pants like a teenager.

Suddenly he needed to feel more of her. More sweat-slick skin. Moving his lips to her ear, he toyed with the lobe, tugging her earring with his teeth before rasping,

“Unbutton my shirt.”

To his happy surprise, she didn’t hesitate. Her busy little fingers went right to work, and in seconds the offending shirt hung open, baring his chest to her hungry gaze.

*

He didn’t have to tell her to touch him. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own. The skin they stroked over was silky smooth. Dark nipples poked from swirls of silky black hair as if begging for attention. Attention she was happy to give.

She dragged her nails over the hard tips and was rewarded when his hips surged against hers. Encouraged, she shifted down just enough to run her tongue over his collarbone, savoring the light taste of salt and the answering jerk of his cock against her.

This is fun
, she thought, rising up a bit to nip at his earlobe. She’d never imagined that bland, boring little Meredith Worthington could make a man like this shiver in her arms.

Feeling bolder, she lifted one arm, snaking it around his head to pull him closer while giving her fingers access to those amazing curls. She combed upward, starting at the nape of his neck, and dragged her nails along his scalp to his crown. His hair was like silk, flowing through the sensitive hollows between her fingers, and when he shivered into the touch, she shivered right along with him.

His breath gusted against her neck, where he seemed happy to lick and feast all damn night, as she played with his hair. Arching into the subtle pulse of his hips, she let her other hand wander. Slowly she stroked down his chest, tiptoeing her fingers down his rippling abdomen. The way his muscles jumped under her touch was intensely gratifying.

And arousing.

She worked her way around, sliding under his shirt and down the small of his back until she encountered his hard, round, leather-covered butt. God, with each tiny surge of his hips into hers, she could feel the flex of his ass under her palm. When she dug in and squeezed, he growled and ground against her in a rough and sudden move that had her seeing stars.

Now if she could just get him to kiss her.
Anywhere.

She remembered her reaction to his fingers on her back, and began to feather her own over the deep groove down the center of his. He flexed into her caress like a gorgeous Siberian tiger, dragging his chest over her breasts and finally raising liquid brown eyes to meet hers.

“You feel like you want something,” his lips were full and sensual, and his voice grated her over-stimulated nerves. “If you want something, you must ask.” His eyes were on her lips as he spoke.

She had a light bulb moment.

“So
that’s
what you’ve been waiting for?” She couldn’t resist setting her teeth against his chin for a second. And then she couldn’t resist sweeping the tip of her tongue over the light stubble rasping there. He tossed his head, throwing his hair back and breaking free of her light hold, and she laughed just a little bit.

“Okay, then.” She ran her tongue over her lips and smiled as his eyes followed the movement.

“Kiss me, Anthony.” She deliberately kept her voice soft and young. Karen-voice.

“Touch my breasts.” His eyes flared and snapped to hers, and she deliberately widened them innocently.

“Suck my nipples, Anthony.” He was growling now, and she wondered where the Hell this boldness was coming from. She’d like to blame it on the drink, but she didn’t think one Cosmopolitan could account for asking a stranger to suck her nipples.

She’d known she had a tiger by the tail, so to speak, so she shouldn’t have been surprised when he pounced. Somehow she was.

*

If he’d written her a script she couldn’t have used words more perfectly designed to blow his mind. Particularly, he admitted wryly, since his mind was presently residing between his legs.

But, fuck, she felt amazing. She tasted amazing. She sounded amazing. And he needed some amazing in his life.

Releasing her leg, he rested both forearms on the wall, framing her head, and tangled his hands in the inky fall of her hair. Tugging her head back in a move that wasn’t quite gentle, he slanted his lips over hers. With a quick twist of his jaw, he opened her mouth with his own, and let his tongue go exploring.

She tasted like her drink, and like more. Something sweet and tropical. Her lips were like wet silk under his, and he couldn’t stop sipping at them, sucking first one then the other into his mouth for the drag of his teeth.

Her hands locked in his hair, anchoring him to her when he would have pulled away.

She seemed just as hungry as he was, just as needy for his taste as he was for hers.

Most of the women on this level of the club were regulars. Experienced sensation seekers. Jaded. He knew he must have done something really right to have found this little princess.

*

His kiss was perfect. Just like everything else about him had been. Meri let herself dive into the experience, storing up the memory of his flavor, his texture. The feel of his breath on her cheek. The feel of his body pressed to hers.

When he broke the kiss, he didn’t pull away. Instead he rested his forehead against hers and looked so deeply into her eyes she felt like he was looking into her soul.

“Are you going to let me have you, Ariel?”

Who? Oh. Hell. That was her.

“Are you going to give me those nipples? Your pretty little pussy? Are you going to let me fill you so full of cock you won’t be able to walk tomorrow?” Okay, that last was overkill, but she had to admit it turned her on.

Some little devil answered for her.

“I thought you didn’t ask.” She rested her head back on the wall and gave a slow, full body squirm against him. “I thought you just took what you wanted.” His eyes glittered dangerously. She felt a flicker of fear. Good God, she was about to have sex with a stranger in the corner of a club.

“You’re right.” His voice was as dangerous as his eyes, and with a few quick motions he’d removed her panties, which disappeared into his pocket, hiked up her skirt, and dragged up her top to bare her breasts to his voracious gaze.

Dipping his head to her nipples, he murmured, “Undo my pants and take out my cock. I’m busy,” and promptly sucked one beaded nipple into his mouth.

She cried out, and her hands clenched in his hair at the sensation. He moved from one nipple to the other, never giving her time to adjust to the sensation. Never giving her time to anticipate him.

After several long minutes he raised his head. She whimpered and tried to direct him back to her breasts, but he wouldn’t be dissuaded.

“Undo my pants,” he spoke very deliberately this time. “And take out my cock.

Now.” He stared into her glazed eyes, waiting for her to obey.

It took a moment to make sense of his words, but when she did, she reached down and began to fumble with the buttons at his waistband. His pants were snug, and the bulge of his cock made them even snugger, but eventually she wrestled them open.

His cock, huge and hot, all but leapt into her hands. Mindlessly, completely enthralled, Meri stroked it, tracing each ridge and vein until she made a discovery. Oh.

My. God. He was pierced! Just the idea of it made her pussy clench, and she found herself compulsively playing with it, tugging lightly at the gold bar until he began thrusting shallowly in her hands.

*

Her hands on his dick were Heaven. Nirvana. Absolute Bliss. Tony thought he could die now, her taste in his mouth and her touch on his body, and never regret a single thing.

Reaching down, he fumbled a condom from his back pocket. He knew in about another ten seconds he was going to be inside her, ready or not. He reached down to gently disengage her hands, and quickly rolled the protection into place. Then he let his eyes cruise her body, taking in the sheen of moisture on her thighs, the sleek curls over her pussy, her pale tummy, which was heaving with each breath.

“Offer me your nipples.” He didn’t know how he was going to last, but he absolutely had to taste those ripe raspberries again. Again there was no hesitation.

She reached up, cupped her small breasts in her hands and lifted them toward him.

He rewarded her obedience by leaning down and drawing his tongue over one quivering tip. Slowly, methodically, he licked at each nipple, painting designs of sensation over the delicate flesh until they were so red and swollen they looked painful.

She writhed in his arms, pressing upward, trying to coax him into the deep suction she prayed would bring her relief.

“Remember, Ariel,” he rumbled. “If you want something, you must ask.”

*

Meri was so turned on she didn’t even know what to ask for. His mouth? His hands?

His gorgeous cock? She wanted them all, and she wanted them now.

“Please,” she panted, and he smiled at the word. “Please, I need you to…” Her words trailed off as he drew his tongue over her nipple yet again.

“You need me to what?”

The music seemed louder, a cacophony of noise that bled into the static in her head.

“Fuck me,” she finally cried. “I need you to fuck me.” His smile turned wicked.

“What do you do if you need something from me?”

She looked at him in complete disbelief. Her juices were running down her thighs, they were in a corner in a club full of dancers, his cock felt about the size of a submarine, and he was waiting until she asked
politely
?

She gritted her teeth, tried to catch her breath, and gave in. Sort of.

“Please fuck me, Anthony.” She was using Karen-voice again, and she hoped it would work.

“Please take your great big cock, and stuff it so deep inside me I can’t walk tomorrow.” She hid a smirk as her repetition of his words seemed to turn him on as much as they had her.

“Please pin me to this wall and make me come until I scream.” Apparently she was polite enough.

Anthony grabbed her thighs, pulled them apart and lifted her in one smooth motion.

Then he set the tip of his cock to her narrow entrance and surged in with one long, powerful stroke.

She felt his cock forging in, inch by inch. His diabolical little metal bar dragged against her sensitive tissues while his blunt erection stretched and parted tight, neglected flesh with a pleasure bordering on pain. She could feel every huge, pounding inch as he possessed her. Owned her. In that moment, she couldn’t imagine ever being without him inside her. It felt too damn good.

He braced her shoulders against the wall and pulled her lower body to his, giving himself room to work. Holding her by the hips, he began to thrust in a slow, deep rhythm that rapidly had both of them breathing fast.

Meri knew if he’d just move a little faster, just thrust a little harder, just touch her clit, she’d come like she’d never done before. Like the women did in her romance novels.

“Anthony,” she moaned. He kept up his rhythm. Slow and deep.

“Anthony, please.” This time he looked up. His eyes were wild, and the muscles of his neck and shoulders were corded with the strain of holding back.

“If you want something,” each word was a gasp between thrusts. “You know what you have to do.”