Pass Interference (25 page)

Tyler pinched his nipples, squeezing them enough that his fingers tightened their grip on her arms and his breath hitched slightly. Beneath her palms, she felt the heavy thud of his heart as he silently responded to her touch.

She took time to run her hands over his muscular, toned body. She loved the feel of him beneath her palms, the soft dark hair sprinkled on his chest and abdomen, on his thighs and arms. Of the hard planes and dips and swells. He lay there, unmoving, except he wasn’t unresponsive. When she touched his abdomen, his muscle contracted involuntarily, and when she brushed over his pubic crest, he sucked in a breath. But he held still, letting her explore him at her own pace, even though his body vibrated with the tension of restraint.

A little bolder she shifted one hand and coasted it over his flat abdomen again down to where his cock rose from its dark nest. When she closed her fingers over the base this time, she slid them gently up and down. The thick vein that wrapped itself around his shaft pulsed as blood raced through it, responding to her caress. She did it again and again, her efforts rewarded when his entire body tensed and the rhythm of his breathing increased.

“Lie back,” she whispered. “Let me do this.”

She increased the pace of her strokes, pausing now and then to rub her thumb over the velvet softness of the head. She felt slickness right at the slit, the seeping of the precum telling her as much as anything else that he wasn’t as unmoved by any of this as he wanted her to think. Eyes still focused on him she shifted position and knelt beside him.

Sliding a quick glance at him, she lowered her head once more and took him into her mouth. His hard thickness was covered with skin as soft as silk and rubbing her lips up and down on it was an outrageously sensuous experience. When she had taken him so deep that the head of his erection hit the back of her mouth, she slid her lips back up and let him pop free. Then she slowly stroked her tongue up and down the length of him, swirled the tip around the head and licked again.

Rafe groaned. “Fuck, Tyler. You have the most incredible mouth. Don’t stop, whatever you do.”

She had absolutely no intention of stopping. She wanted him to feel this, not just physically but deep inside the way she did.

He reached up a hand and brushed her hair back, winding it around his fingers. Then he tilted her head just so to give him an unobstructed glimpse of her with his cock in her mouth. She glanced at his face, the harsh planes of it outlined in the moonlight. The sight of him watching her was so erotic it made her even wetter.

She swept her tongue over the head of his cock again before once more taking the entire length of him into her mouth. Easing her other hand between his thighs, she cupped the sac with his balls, manipulating them with her fingers and gently squeezing. She gripped the root of his shaft with her hand and set up a steady rhythm, her lips sliding up and down with an increasingly rapid pace.

The faster she glided her mouth along his length the tighter he wound his fingers in her hair, tilting her head this way and that. Rafe’s body vibrated with tension, his hips thrusting now up to her mouth as she took him deeper and deeper. She forced herself to slow down, now dragging her teeth gently up and down the texture of the skin covering his cock. Every time she did, she made sure to sweep her tongue across the head, once even pulling back enough to probe the slit.

“More. Faster.” His voice was hoarse, sounding as if it came from a deep cavern.

From the rigidity of his body and the erotic sounds he made, Tyler knew he was close. She was having trouble hanging onto her own control, the pulsing in her pussy at a fever pitch and her thighs wet with her juices.

“Jesus, Tyler. Oh, Christ! Hurry. Fuck!”

His hand gripped her hair harder, guiding her head. She increased the pace, taking him deeper still, until she felt his balls tighten and his entire body tense. Then he erupted in her mouth, spilling himself into her. She squeezed the base of his shaft as she sucked him dry, swallowing every bit of him. Little by little his body relaxed, his breathing settled, until finally his cock softened slightly and she slid her mouth up and free.

She rested her head on his chest and he lazily stroked her hair, tucking the long strands behind her ear so he could expose her cheek to him. He trailed his fingers over her cheekbone and the line of her jaw while beneath her ear she could hear the erratic beating of his heart.

“You wiped me out,” he said at last. “Jesus, Tyler. You have the most incredible mouth. I don’t know if it’s an angel’s mouth or a devil’s, but it does unbelievable things to me. Holy fucking shit.” He tugged her head toward him, her hair still wrapped around his fingers. “Kiss me with that very sexy mouth,” he growled. “Let me taste myself on your lips.”

She touched her mouth to his, expecting him to be satisfied with just a soft contact of lips. Instead he used his grip on her head to bring it close to his and took her mouth in a kiss even hungrier and more voracious than the one earlier tonight. His tongue invaded her mouth like a marauder, sweeping every inch of the inner surface. Tyler felt as if a hot flame was searing the tender skin and lighting up every erogenous zone in her body. The impact of it reached down deep inside her, a connection that was far more than a mere kiss. It sucked every bit of breath from her and still she didn’t lift her mouth from his. Only when neither of them could breathe did they break the contact.

Rafe cupped her face in his palms, holding her head in place while he studied her intently. She never took her eyes away from his, knowing he was searching for something and hoping she was sending him the right message.

We can do this, Rafe. Just give it a chance.

If only he could read her brain. If only she could read his. She could tell he wanted to say something, and she hoped it would be what she wanted.

“I like to taste myself on your mouth,” he said at last.

Not what she wanted but at the moment she’d take whatever she could get.

“Good,” she told him. “That’s good.”

She bent to the task again, touching her lips gently to his but then deepening the kiss. He didn’t back down from it, instead holding her to him while their tongues dueled and they drank from each other. Again it lasted until they were gasping for air. But this time when they broke there was a different look in Rafe’s eyes. It wasn’t hunger this time, but more a look of confusion. Shock, even. As if he’d been hit by a thunderbolt and had no idea what to do with it.

She wanted to say,
I told you so
, but instead she just stroked his cheek and kept her gaze locked with his. Then, as if he wanted to lock the whole thing away and pretend whatever he was feeling wasn’t there, he grabbed her and in a swift movement had her straddling him. Whatever had been in his eyes before, now there was only raw hunger. Sexual hunger.

Fine, but she was determined to make it about more than that no matter what she had to do.

He palmed her breasts, kneading them and brushing his thumbs over the nipples back and forth. Her sex pulsed and her blood raced as that simple movement aroused her beyond belief.

“Mmm,” she hummed, and rocked back and forth on him.

He tugged her breasts, drawing her closer to his face, and closed his mouth over one of her nipples. He scored one taut peak with his teeth while he pinched the other between thumb and forefinger. Then he switched, giving equal attention to both beaded nubs. He used the tip of his tongue to trace the areolas on each breast, paying careful attention to each one. Every lash of his tongue, every scoring of his teeth only added to the heat already surging through her body.

She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the feeling, the rasp of his tongue a sensuous caress. By the time he had licked his fill she was shivering with need and he hadn’t given attention to anything but her breasts.

“My turn,” he said suddenly, and flipped her over.

“T-turn?” she stammered. “For what?”

“For you to lie there and enjoy yourself and just feel. Don’t do anything but feel.”

She pillowed her head on her arms and closed her eyes. She could still smell the lingering trace of his aftershave, only now it was mingled with the scent of male and sex and heat. A mixture more volatile than any cocktail.

She felt him straddle her, his knees on either side of her hips holding his weight from her body. Lifting her hair away from her neck, he trailed a series of little feathery kisses down her nape and across her shoulders. Every few kisses were punctuated by a tiny flick of the tip of his tongue. Everything inside her body wanted to uncoil and explode. She was so aroused she was sure he could smell her musk.

Still holding the bulk of his weight away from her, he began to sprinkle kisses down her spine, placing one on each bump of a vertebrate. She felt him shift slightly and in the next moment, he was kissing the sides of her breasts first one, then the other. Again he punctuated the kisses with the tip of his tongue and she shivered in delight.

When he moved his mouth to the base of her spine she shifted a little, not sure what was coming next but Rafe leaned over so his mouth was close to her ear.

“Easy, Tyler. Just relax. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Going to? He already was.

“’K.” She barely got out the one syllable.

He returned to peppering her body with kisses and strokes of her tongue. When he reached the curve of her ass, she tensed again, but he stroked the curves of both cheeks with the flat of his palm until she settled down. Oh, wait. Settled down? Who was she kidding? By now she was melting into a puddle yet at the same time anticipating the next touch, the next caress.

He smoothed his hand over her buttocks again, just a gentle sweep of flesh over flesh but so erotic she felt more moisture seeping from her pussy. She felt the movement of his body when he shifted and wondered what was coming next. Not what she expected, certainly. He trailed a string of very gentle kisses over every inch of each cheek, not in any pattern or in any rhythm, which made it even more erotic. When she felt the soft press of his lips against one curve of her buttocks electric shocks zipped through her followed by a rush of fiery heat, all of it heading straight to her sex. She squeezed her legs together against the thrumming in her inner walls but the more he placed kisses on her the more intense the thrumming became.

Tyler hugged the pillow tightly to her body and clenched her fists and fire uncoiled deep inside her, surging through her, pushing her toward that elusive precipice she craved. When he trailed just the very tip of his tongue along the edge of that hot crevice, she lost it. The orgasm roared through her like a whirlwind, shaking her, the walls of her pussy contracting with intense spasms. Her heart beat wildly and she could barely breathe with the intensity of the shudders consuming her.

Rafe continued to string kisses along the curve of her buttocks while his hands held her in place. When the last spasm died away he peppered her with more kisses, smoothed more caresses on her until she was again limp and pliant. Then he rolled her to her back again.

“Don’t move,” he whispered. “Just…Just stay right there.” He climbed off the bed.

“Where are you going?” she asked. Was he going to just leave her there or what?

He paused then gave her a slow, hungry smile. “I did a little extra shopping in the store today, so don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

As he turned toward the bathroom, she noticed that his cock was nearly at full mast again. Her body responded to the sight, her hungry sex clamoring for him to fill it. In a moment, he was back, dumping a handful of condoms on the nightstand. Her eyes widened.

“Do you plan to use all those?”

He straddled her, his gaze locked with her, the look in his eyes indefinable.

“We’ll see,” he answered, his voice nearly unrecognizable. “Jesus, Tyler, you have the sweetest body.” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the sensitive hollow of her throat.

Her pussy throbbed in response.

He ripped open the foil packet and sheathed himself without ever taking his eyes from her. Tyler licked her lips, watching as he rolled the latex down his swollen length. Then, lifting her legs and bending them back to open her to him fully, he nudged her opening with the head of his cock. Eased into her slowly, one inch at a time. She was so wet that his passage was easy and it was mere seconds before he was fully lodged inside her.

Oh God!

Already she could feel another orgasm building inside her. His gaze pinned her and she could not look away. The way Rafe’s look penetrated hers she felt as if he could see clear inside her. Maybe he could. No one ever had before. She didn’t think anyone had ever wanted to. Certainly none of the men she had been with. Not any of them. It made her feel more completely exposed than just being without her clothes.

She desperately wanted him to like what he saw, what he felt. He said he had feelings for her, even though the admission hadn’t come so easily for him. She hoped it was as strong as the one that wrapped itself around her and inside her. She realized as she lay there, connected to him in the most intimate way, that he was the only man she’d ever permitted to see her stripped of everything including her defenses.

I’m so glad I got rid of the old Tyler Gillette. I want Rafe to love this new one.

Surprisingly, she had discovered she was actually beginning to love herself. What a startling revelation. If only they could catch whoever was after her, she could move on with her new life with a sense of freedom she’d never felt before.

They stayed that way for so long Tyler wondered if Rafe was ever going to move or just hold them in this position all night. She pressed her feet flat on the bed to push her hips at him, and he pulled back slightly and then thrust into her hard one time. And holy shit! The climax swirling low inside her burst to the surface with nothing else except that one movement.

“Oh God!” The words drifted out on a heavy breath as the spasms rippled through her like waves on a pond.

Rafe braced himself, holding still, until the contractions seized. When she lay there, panting, he began a slow in-and-out movement, thrust and retreat, driving that big erection hard into her body. Unbelievably, her body was ready again.