Summer Solstice (4 page)

No man had ever done anything like this to her. She had never come with a man without long and concentrated work. What was different about him?

She had little time to think about it as he snapped open the button of her shorts and dragged them down over her hips.

Yes, touch me…

She eased her hand down to cover her mound, to press there in desperation, but Jared’s big hand quickly covered hers and moved it away.

“Allow me.” A wicked smile lit his features, his dimple flashing.

“I wish you’d hurry,” she said, not even certain she meant it.

“I’ll get there soon enough, I promise you, darlin’.”

He bent his head once more, drew his hot, wet mouth over her body. Beginning just beneath her breasts, he ran his tongue down the center of her ribcage, her stomach. She trembled beneath him, her skin lighting in a blaze of sensation everywhere he touched. When he reached her navel and dipped his tongue in a groan escaped her. God, she was soaking wet. Hurting with wanting him. Wanting to push his clever mouth down further until he closed it over her needy sex. She moaned, arched her hips.

“I know exactly what you need, Leigh,” he murmured. “I’ll give it to you.” He punctuated his whispered words with soft, moist kisses pressed into the flesh of her belly. “I’ll give you everything.”

His head dipped lower, and he blew a breath on the tight curls at the apex of her thighs. She spread them wider.

“Yes, that’s it. Open for me. Ah, you’re lovely, like a flower.”

His warm breath made her shiver all over, a shiver made of pure anticipation. Pure pleasure. Pure need. She fought to hold still.

When he planted his mouth on her wet, aching pussy she cried out. Pleasure stabbed through her when he used his fingers to part the soft folds. He drew his tongue along the slick inner lips, pausing to let it touch the tip of her clit, not moving, simply resting there. She thought she’d lose her mind.

“Please, Jared.”

Her whole body began to tremble, yet still he didn’t move.

The heat of him was driving her crazy. That hot tongue pressing ever so gently on her clit. It swelled and throbbed with need. He flicked his tongue, just that wet tip.

“Oh…”

He flicked again. Stopped.

She opened her thighs, encouraging him. He did nothing but let his warm breath whisper over her. She was dripping wet.

Her hands went into his hair, but he reached up and held them tightly on either side of her thighs.

“No,” he told her, his voice muffled in her flesh. He let her hands go, but she knew what he wanted—for her to hold still. To do as he asked. No. To do as she was
told
.

Something inside her opened up, bringing with it a hot quivering deep in her belly. She needed to come so badly. She’d never been in such a state of desperation in her life.

One more sharp flick of his tongue and she could almost come. Almost.

Exquisite.

Torture.

“Jared,” she whispered.

“Shh.”

His breath was hot. Burning. Her clit pulsed, a small hammer of desire between her thighs.

“Please, Jared. I need your mouth on me. I need you to lick me. To suck. Come on…” She couldn’t help but beg him, couldn’t hold it back. And when he shoved his fingers roughly inside her she came in a violent explosion, her pussy pulsing around his fingers, squeezing and wet. The spasms seemed to reach out, spreading over her like wildfire. She swore she came with her entire body—her legs and arms and breasts shimmering with pure pleasure. The heat and the intensity of it left her shaking and weak.

She raised her head to look at him, and his dark, glittering gaze met hers. “Oh, I’m far from done with you, my girl. I’ve barely gotten started. Lay back.”

She watched him run his tongue over his lips before she obeyed.

Then he was leaning over her, his mouth pressing to hers for the first time. It was like some sort of epiphany—his soft, soft lips, wet and fragrant with her juices. That it should be like this the first time he kissed her, after he’d made her come with his mouth. Lovely and a little dirty and thrilling as hell. And the man knew what to do with his mouth. His kiss was deep, powerful. Perfect.

He pulled back.

“You taste so damn good, Leigh. Lie still. There’s more I need to do to you.”

Leigh didn’t care what he did to her. She knew it would be good. Her pulse fluttered, and her pussy filled once more. Ready. Ready for anything.

Jared didn’t disappoint. He got up and undressed quickly while she watched, enjoying the sight of his big body, towering over the bed. His stomach was a tight wall of muscle, leading to a tapered waist and lean hips. When he tore his black boxers off, an impressive erection sprang out. A deliciously thick shaft, the skin a pale gold, darker at the swollen head. Leigh’s inner muscles convulsed again. She bit her lip, waited.

And while she watched, Jared took his cock in his hand. He held it loosely in his fingers, ran them up and down the length of it.

“I want you to touch me like this, Leigh. I can’t wait to feel your hands on me. Your lovely mouth.” His face was all raw planes and tense lines, his dark eyes gleaming with lust in the dim afternoon light. His mouth was full and sensual, his lips still damp with her juices, with kissing her.

She licked her lips, her nerves dancing, her body burning for him. “I want to touch you.”

“You will. But not yet.”

He pulled a foil packet from his nightstand and sheathed himself before kneeling on the edge of the bed. This time he explored her with his hands, his fingers diving into the slick heat between her thighs while he held her body down with his other hand on her stomach.

She loved it. Loved his fingers stroking her cleft, the way he bent his head, concentrating on what he was doing, exploring her open sex. She loved the way he took total control of her body. Loved the sheer, overpowering strength of him and that faint element of danger, the sense that he could break her in half with his big hands if he wanted to. But she knew already he wouldn’t do that.

She loved it even more when he began to pinch her clitoris between his forefinger and his thumb, rolling and tugging in some rhythm she didn’t need to understand. Her body knew what to do with it. Her mind went blank as the tension built, pleasure washing over her in waves.

She was shivering, poised on the edge of orgasm, when he moved his fingers back, over her anus.

“You’re so damn wet, darlin’. Wet enough that I could push right into your sweet ass without any lube if you wanted me to.”

“Yes. Do it, Jared.”

He glanced up at her. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. Please…”

He kept his gaze on her face as he pressed one wet finger at that tight hole. She took in a gasping breath as he pushed in.

“Oh…”

Pleasure shot through her, lightning hot, lightning sharp. His other hand was still teasing her clit, but gently now, holding her on that keen edge.

“God, Jared.”

“Tell me what you want, Leigh.”

“I want more. Go deeper.”

He burrowed, an inch at a time, passing that first tight ring of muscle, until his finger was buried in her ass.

“Good?” he asked.

“Yes,” she gasped. “It’s good.”

He smiled then, a wicked grin, a flash of strong, white teeth. And as he slipped his finger out of her ass, then in again, in and out, driving pleasure ever deeper into her body, he pinched her clit once more, hard. Pleasure shimmered, spread, arrowed into her. Her clit pulsed with it, her ass clenched. She moaned. Her body came up off the bed. Her breath rushed out in sharp pants as he took her to the edge—and stopped.

Tears filled her eyes. “No!”

Jared laughed a little wickedly and said, “I’ll take care of you. You know I will, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she rasped out as her muscles pulled tight and her poor, deprived pussy thundered with an aching need.

Jared let her hard, needy clit go, and she wanted to cry her displeasure. But then he knelt between her legs as he had before, his finger still in her ass. And when he lowered his head a sigh of relief blew out with her breath. The sigh turned to moans when he tongued her opening, flicking teasingly over her wet and pulsing flesh. Avoiding the raw, hard nub that needed his touch the most.

She drew in a breath. Waited. He used his fingers to open her up, used his tongue to trace the outline of her vulva. He stiffened his tongue and dipped inside her and her body went rigid in expectation. But just as quickly, he withdrew.

“Jared, please,” she groaned, not caring that she was begging him once more, just as he’d said she would.

“Please what, Leigh?”

“Please, touch me.”

“Tell me.”

She gasped. “Please, Jared. I just did.”

“Tell me exactly.” He flicked his tongue at her clit, and she raised her hips to meet that hot, moist tip. He drew away.

“I need you to put your fingers inside me. To fuck me with your hands. To fill me up.”

“Like this?” He slipped a finger inside her pussy, then two, then three.

“Yes!”

“And like this?” He pushed the finger of his other hand deeper into her ass.

“Ah…yes…”

He withdrew them from her aching pussy. “And what else?”

“Oh God. You’re trying to torture me, aren’t you?” Her words came out on a ragged breath.

“Yes. What else?”

“I want my clit in your mouth. I want your cock inside me.”

Another wicked laugh from him. “I can hardly do both simultaneously, now can I, my girl? But let me see if I can find some way to please you.”

Leigh groaned and spread her legs even wider. “Yes…please, yes.”

Jared bent his head again and though she expected him to take his time, drawing it out, he immediately took her clitoris into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over the tip, then sucked, then swirled again. Her clit felt hard as a rock, like a tiny erection. It was so painfully engorged she could hardly stand it, even as she loved every second. She could hardly bear the sensations he was creating with his clever tongue, his finger moving gently in her ass.

“Ah God…I’m going to come.”

“Hold it back, Leigh,” he said, moving his mouth away from her once more.

“I don’t think I can.”

Pleasure was pouring through her like hot liquid, scorching her.

“Take a deep breath.”

She did, taking in his scent, the fragrance of her own desire, her own come.

“Jared…”

“Just do as I say.”

She loved the command in his tone too much to argue. “Okay. Okay.”

“Breathe in and hold it. Hold your breath. Hold your climax back. It’ll make it better, I promise you.”

She did as he instructed, his finger in her ass the whole time, his mouth so close to her pulsing pussy, she could feel his breath warm on her flesh. Almost enough to send her over that edge if she wasn’t concentrating so hard on not coming.

“Good girl, Leigh.”

Pure pleasure at his approval. Pure pleasure driving into her when he used his other hand to push his fingers into her pussy, first one, then two. At the same time, he lowered his face, sucked her clit into his hot, wet mouth.

She lost it. Her mind left her body as she came on a wave of painful pleasure, sharp, stabbing, fireworks going off in her throbbing pussy, shattering her. She sobbed as she came. It went on and on while Jared continued to suck her and pump her with his fingers, pussy and ass and his lovely, hot tongue.

When it was over she was trembling, shaken to the core. When Jared moved up to cover her body with his, she knew she’d never needed anything more than this man, at this moment.

He held her arms over her head, his dark gaze on hers, his face masculine. Beautiful.

He sighed as he slid his cock inside her, his features going loose with pleasure. Even though Leigh was as wet as she’d ever been in her life, it hurt a little going in—he was so big. But she loved it, loved the feel of his huge, solid body over hers. Loved how his cock filled her in a way she’d never been filled before.

He kissed her mouth, and she tasted her own sweet ocean-saltiness on his lips once more. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, thrust his thick cock inside her. She tightened around him, wanting to come again.

“You feel so damn good, Leigh,” he murmured, thrusting, hard and deep, his grip on her wrists tightening.

She wrapped her legs around him, looping them over his wide back as he moved. His cock was grabbing her inner flesh as it pushed in, pulled out, and she felt each thrust like a shockwave of pleasure. He sped up, driving faster, harder, and she moved with him. The shockwaves turned into thundering ripples as another climax took her, as
he
took her, pounding into her with the force of the ocean.

“Jared!”

As her pussy pulsed around his throbbing flesh, he cried out, slamming into her, dragging her orgasm out until she no longer knew who or what she was. All she knew was sensation. Overpowering, heated, throbbing sensation. Time expanded, became nothing. She became nothing. She went limp in his arms.

Chapter Three

After a seemingly endless stretch of time Jared rolled off her and onto his side. He pulled her close, holding her against his body. She heard his heart thundering, knew her own was hammering just as erratically.

With her mind still half-numb, Leigh tried to ignore the thoughts trying to filter in through the post-sex haze. But they were too persistent.

When had any other man been able to make her feel like Jared did? To know her body and its wants and needs without her having to speak? What other man had ever played her body the way he had, lighting her flesh with every stroke, every caress, every kiss?

What man had ever recognized her need to be taken over, dominated, commanded? For Jared it had come naturally. Instinctively. He
knew
she needed it. Knew everything she needed, as though he could see inside her head.

But no. That was going too far. This was a summer fling. Leigh knew better than to begin thinking about any other sort of connection. He was a superb lover, a true artist in the art of lovemaking. That was all. And she intended to appreciate the experience for what it was. She’d be a fool not to.