All Of You (Only You) (3 page)

Ryan tore his mouth from hers and trailed hot kisses down her chin, along her jaw and up to the sensitive spot below her ear. Claire tilted her head to give him better access; the sensations he sent flying through her body had her mind spinning and her arousal soaring. With lips, teeth, and tongue he tortured her flesh and dragged little moans and whimpers from her throat. He nipped her earlobe, and she arched her back as liquid fire shot down her spine and into her pussy.

Moisture flowed from the plump folds of her sex, and her muscles clenched, aching to be filled. His hands were everywhere, moving across her robe, shifting the silk along sensitive skin and nerve endings, tantalizing her with pleasures to come. One hand cupped a breast, squeezed gently before weighing the mound in his palm. Skilled fingers plucked at her nipple, drawing it tighter. Claire pushed farther into his hold. His arm came around her back, bracing her, pulling her close, and trapping his hand between their heated bodies.

A yearning, raw and fevered, roared through Claire like a flash fire, consuming her—overwhelming her. The moans and whimpers she made were foreign to her ears, and she could only describe them as animalistic. She clawed at the back of Ryan's head, pushed him lower, and arched higher to offer him the breast longing for the attention of his mouth.

"More." Her voice, weak from desire, lacked strength. The demand came out as more of a plea.

Ryan's mouth fell on hers again. Hunger and need filled her every fiber. If she didn't get relief soon she'd die or burn up. His tongue brushed hers, as though it fought to take all she had and more. He pinched the nipple still in his fingers as he sucked on her tongue. Electrical pulses fired through her, dragged her closer to the edge of madness. Tearing her lips from his, she threw her head back and moaned.

Wet heat surrounded her other aching breast. Hard suction pulled it into the recesses of Ryan's mouth, and Claire bucked against him. He continued to play with her breasts, kept her shooting toward the peak with a swiftness she'd never known. Her eyes drifted closed, and she lost herself in a world of sensation. Nothing mattered but the bliss just out of reach. She wanted it now. She never wanted it to end.

"More. Please. Oh, God. More."

Her panted pleas filled the air, flowed around them. Ryan's hand left her breast. Claire whimpered in protest, but the whimper cut short when he smoothed his palm down her silk covered stomach and between her legs. The fabric of her robe separated, and she parted her thighs, offered him what his probing fingers sought. Her clit throbbed, and when his fingers brushed the tender nub she jerked. Her pussy clenched, moisture seeping out to spread over the already slick folds of her sex. His hand dipped lower, separating her outer lips and searching for entrance.

Claire ground her pelvis into his hand. The heel of his palm pushed on her clit and shot darts of pleasure into her womb, but his questing fingers were not enough penetration to get her over the peak and off the edge. Her orgasm was so close. She needed to come. Needed it more than her next breath. More than her last. Tilting her hips, Claire wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled them tighter together. Ryan's hard length pressed into the crease where her thigh met her groin, and the thought of having that cock inside her pussy made her thrust forward.

He was large. Thick and long, and she wanted to ride that thing as much as she wanted the orgasm fast approaching. Claire buried her face in the side of his neck and breathed in the clean scent of man and soap. She licked at his skin with the flat of her tongue, nibbled on the spot below his ear with her teeth. He did something with his hand—turned it and pushed down. Two fingers shoved deep inside her, a third rimmed her anus, and his palm pressed harder on her clit.

Claire's world exploded. She thrashed and bucked against him as her orgasm slammed into her. Stars flashed before her eyes, and her breath froze in her lungs. From head to toe she burned. Tingled. Feelings so overwhelming they drove a scream from her throat. The sensations went on and on. Ryan continued to work at her pussy, pushing her higher than she thought possible. The finger rimming her anus breached the muscle, just the tip sank inside, and Claire was blindsided by a second orgasm more devastating than the first.

She clung to him—her only lifeline to a world rapidly disappearing into the bliss of completion. Her mind spun and fought for control despite muscles gone lax with pleasure. She wanted to slip from the stool, from Ryan's firm embrace, to the floor below. His hand remained between her legs, and his other gripped her waist where he held her close. Claire had no idea when his mouth had left her breast, but it now did wicked things to the side of her neck.

Warm air fanned out over her skin, leaving trails of prickly heat behind. A shiver skipped down her spine, and she bowed against him, wanting more of the delight to be found in this man's hold. Stimulated to the point of pain, Claire's body eagerly sought more. He bit the lobe of her ear, a gentle nip that sent fire racing through her veins again. Her arousal soared—seeking gratification like it hadn't been satisfied moments before. Pleasure and yearning collided in a maelstrom of fiery desire.

Claire tunneled her fingers into Ryan's hair, gripped his head, and pulled him closer. She ground her hips into his, the hand still buried inside her touching off sparks of craving deep within. More. She needed so much more. She wanted him to bury his cock in her pussy until she didn't know where he ended and she began. She wanted him to pound that hard flesh into her body like his life depended on it.

The urgency of her lust shocked her. No man had ever given her so much pleasure and made her want more. Ryan erased her memories of every other lover with his power over her body. He played it with a master's knowledge, and just when she thought he couldn't take anything else he pulled her past all previous boundaries—delivered her to paradise. Claire wanted it again. And more. God yes. So much more.

With frantic hands, she began to pull at his shirt, needing to feel his bare skin beneath her fingers. He pulled back and a sound of protest fell from her lips, but he didn't go far. Ryan grabbed the hem of his tee, whipped it off, and then threw it aside. Gleaming bronze flesh with a sprinkling of hair filled her vision. Sculpted pecs, washboard abs, and those lovely V-dents Claire had a thing for graced his hips. Her tongue licked out, ready to taste the spoils standing before her.

Ryan groaned and her gaze came up to meet his. Hunger blazed in his eyes—eyes gone black with just a ring of green around his dilated pupils. She stared at him, struck by his desire for her. He was so gorgeous, so young. He could have any woman he wanted, and he wanted her. Claire decided to take advantage of the opportunity while she could. She'd let Ryan have her for as long as he wanted, but right now she wanted a little piece of him.

Okay, maybe a big piece of him. Claire smiled and reached forward to run her hands over his mouth-watering chest. Ryan snared her wrists in his hands, kept them from touching him.

"Not yet. There's something I want to do first."

Ryan lowered her arms to her sides. He let them go to grab handfuls of her robe near her breasts. His fingertips brushed the sensitive globes, and Claire sucked in a breath. Air whooshed from her lungs when he yanked the fabric aside, pulling the delicate material off her shoulders in one quick move.

"God, you're gorgeous. Better than I imagined."

As he spoke, his fingers trailed lightly over the slope of her right breast, dipping into the cleavage before tracing the curve of her left breast. With a slowness that set her heart pumping, he circled beneath the weighty mound to travel the same path below—under the left, dip between the two, and around the right—to reach where he'd started. Lazy, easy strokes that had goose bumps breaking out all over her body and shivers of delight rippling through her.

Moaning, Claire leaned into his touch. Disappointment surged through her when he took his hand away. She looked down to see his nimble fingers dispense with the knot in the sash; flinging the strip of silk away, he opened her robe completely and bared the rest of her body. No longer draped over her shoulders, the fabric pooled on the stool around her hips. Ryan took his time as he surveyed all he'd exposed. Claire squirmed under his close scrutiny—struggled to keep from covering herself with her hands.

"Don't." He reached out and touched her clenched fists with his fingers. "Don't think you need to hide. You're beautiful. Every inch of you."

Bringing her gaze up to meet his, she saw the strength of conviction in his eyes. Whether she thought herself worthy of him or not, he had already made his decision. And that was all that mattered. He liked what he saw. Claire took a deep breath and sat up straighter, thrusting out her chest and putting her body on display for Ryan to enjoy.

A smile teased his lips, and he leaned forward to brush his mouth over hers. She expected him to take the kiss deep, but instead he gripped her waist and lifted her from the stool. He turned and placed her on the breakfast bar. Her body tensed as hot flesh met cold granite. Chills shook her, and her nipples puckered. Before she could speak, he shoved her knees wide and stepped between her spread thighs. His cloth-covered cock brushed her clit, and Claire's hips surged forward to increase the pressure.

"Oh, yeah." He ground against her. "We'll get to that, but first I wanna do this."

He palmed her thighs, pushed them wider, and dropped to his knees in front of her. Hot air blew over her clit a second before Ryan's tongue lapped at the tender bud. Claire's pussy convulsed and she put her hands out to find balance as her body jolted with another shot of pure fire. His talented tongue licked her from top to bottom, nothing forgotten in the assault he waged as he devoured her.

Limp with molten desire, she leaned back on the bench, dropped to her elbows and watched through hooded eyes as Ryan ate at her like a starving man. The sight of his dark head bobbing between her legs was enough stimulation to send her toward another release, but add it to the sensation of his moist tongue and lips eating flesh with abandon, and Claire would skyrocket to the peak and over in minutes. His tongue went places no man had ever been. His lips nipping at flesh dewy with want of him.

When he brought his fingers into play her body arched as if she'd been zapped with a bolt of electricity. He lapped at her clit and drove two digits deep into her clenching pussy. He coated his fingers in her moisture and spread it over her anus. Pleasure bombarded her, and any protests Claire might have made died in her mouth as he sank one finger deep within her back passage. Nerve endings never before stimulated went off like firecrackers, muscles clamped, and when Ryan sucked hard on her clit and again pushed two fingers into her vagina she exploded like an atomic bomb.

A scream ripped from her throat; her body arched and her head fell back as every muscle seized. White lightning flashed through every part of her, shattering her senses with scorching heat. Ryan worked her body with mouth and fingers, never letting up the pace as he drove her wild—took her further than she'd ever been. Twinges from newly activated nerves sent electric pulses from her ass to her womb and cream gushed from her pussy, lubricating his fingers as he worked them in and out of her clenching body.

Fevered need filled her. Consumed her—mind, body, and soul—as she soared in the most devastating orgasm of her life. Tears leaked from her eyes. One final wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Finally spent, Claire slumped to the bench beneath her in a quivering heap. She couldn't move, couldn't think past the numbness fogging her mind.

Chapter Two

Ryan held his breath, ground his teeth, and tried not to embarrass himself like a fifteen-year-old getting his first taste of pussy. His balls were so tight against his body and ready to blow he wouldn't be surprised if he glanced down and found them pushing through the slit on his cock. He was covered in sweat, and his limbs shook like a new baby foul's. Cramps stabbed his thighs, but he wasn't ready to stand yet. Any sudden movement could set off the bomb currently ticking between his legs.

Deep breaths filled his nostrils with the scent of Claire and come. Her smell alone was intoxicating enough, but mix it with the spicy-sweet fragrance of her cream, and coming in his pants became a definite possibility. Her juices coated his face and hands, and sat on his tongue like gourmet chocolate—sweet and smooth, and oh so addictive. He licked his lips and took another jolt of lust to the groin. God, he needed to come so badly his insides screamed in desperation.

His hands rested on Claire's thighs, surrounding her pussy like a frame displaying a work of art. He wanted to dive back in and devour that sweet spot all over again, but if he didn't come soon he'd be crippled for life. Besides, the next time he sent her to the stars he wanted to be buried in the depths of her cunt. Ryan's cock throbbed, burned with the come being squeezed from his nuts. He had to get inside her.

Standing slowly, Ryan placed kisses from her pubic bone to her navel, her navel to her breasts. He used his hands to push the generous globes together and buried his face in her cleavage. He nuzzled his way between them and up to the hollow in her throat. The skin beat furiously beneath his tongue, and he couldn't resist suckling the flesh into his mouth. Ryan worked her breasts with his hands as he trailed his lips along her neck to her ear.

Nipping at her earlobe, Ryan soaked up the drowsy moans Claire made. He took his time, explored her with lips and tongue before scraping his teeth across the delicate skin of her throat. She moved beneath him, squirmed, and shivered with each brush of his flesh on hers. The little sounds slipping from her grew louder, more urgent, and his cock jerked with each one. Leaning into her, he pressed his hard-on against her pussy and rocked his hips to torture them both with the promise of something better.

Claire bucked against him, met him thrust for thrust. Ryan's balls pulled up tighter, and more blood surged into his cock.

"Damn. Need. To be. Inside," he panted.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled them closer together. His groin was on fire. The burning spread out, up his spine, and into his dick. Shit. He was gonna come without getting inside her at this rate.

"Stop." Ryan stood up straight, but Claire's legs kept their pelvises locked.

He was reaching around behind him to loosen her hold and get his pants off when the worst thought in the world struck him. He didn't have a condom. His wallet was at home, and it never entered his mind to put one in the pocket of his sweats. Squeezing his eyes shut, he threw his head back and groaned.

"What?" Claire's breathless question brought his head up, and he opened his eyes to stare into ones filled with confusion and uncertainty.

"No condom. I never thought…"

She let her legs slip from his hips, and with her palms splayed on his chest she shoved him. He stepped back, waited for the "if it's not on, it's not on" speech, but Claire hopped off the counter to stand in front of him with a sexy grin on her lips.

"We don't need a condom."

Before Ryan could get a word out, Claire gripped the waistband of his pants and dropped to her knees, taking the sweats with her. His dark briefs did nothing to hide his erection or the cool, wet spot on the front. When she wrapped her fingers around the elastic to remove them, his cock jerked and more fluid soaked his underwear. Ryan couldn't take his eyes off her face. With rapt attention, she eased the fabric over his engorged length. A breath hissed through his teeth as the cloth grazed the sensitive gland. He sucked air back in again when Claire's tongue slipped out to stroke her bottom lip.

Ryan wanted her to lick him. To suck him deep into her mouth until those red lips couldn't stretch anymore. He wanted to feel the lash of her tongue as she played bathe-the-cock. Wanted to thrust deep and feel the squeeze of her throat as she swallowed around him. His hips bucked of their own accord as the images rolled through his mind—images of fucking her face until he exploded, his come filling her mouth, her throat working as she swallowed every drop. Claire leaned forward and every muscle in his body tensed, poised for the moment when she'd touch him for the first time.

She lapped at the crown with the flat of her tongue, licked up the drop of pre-come beaded in the slit. His scrotum contracted, tucking his balls up under his straining cock. Her hand gripped the base of his shaft, and she opened her mouth and drew him in. One quick, hard suck and he sank to the back of her throat. Ryan groaned in agony and pleasure. The burn in his testicles telling him he wouldn't last long with the way she worked him. Up and down. Hand and mouth, she milked him.

In. Out. Up. Down. Suck. Lick.

Ryan's whole world zeroed in on his cock and the wicked things Claire did with her mouth. The warm wet suction as she took him in. The sweep of her tongue combined with the light scrape of her teeth as she let him out. The mind-blowing trick she did with just the head of his cock between her lips that zapped every nerve in the crown. He watched her work her magic, and his eyes nearly crossed at the vision before him. His legs shook when she reached up to squeeze his balls and pressed on the sensitive skin beyond.

Claire quickened her pace, increased the pressure of her strokes as she pushed him closer to the brink. She used hands and mouth in a rhythm that had his hot blood beating in time. The pounding in his ears couldn't cover the roar pulled from deep in his gut when she pressed a fingertip to his anus. Lights exploded before his eyes with all the color of New Year's Eve fireworks. His head whirled as his hips bucked, punching his cock in rapid lunges between her lips.

Hot come surged through his shaft and spurted from the head. Jet after jet sprayed Claire's mouth and throat. She continued to suck him until he had nothing left to offer her. Ryan locked his knees and grabbed the edge of the counter to stop from crumpling to the floor in a boneless heap. His softening cock slipped from Claire's mouth with a pop, and she raised her head and sought his gaze. He cupped her jaw and ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

The swollen flesh glistened with moisture, and Ryan had the sudden urge to taste her. Taste his own essence on her lips. He bent forward, used his hand to angle her face just right and took her mouth with his. Their lips melded, tongues flicked out to taste, to soothe. Caress after caress, Ryan took the kiss on a leisurely trip of worship. He teased and tempted, drew her into a decadent mating of their mouths.

Claire moaned, and he swallowed the sound before it could escape. Ryan dipped deeper, swept his tongue over her teeth and across the roof of her mouth. He probed the dark recesses and seduced them both into wanting more. The thrum of arousal buzzed between them, arcing back and forth until the demand for release built, grew urgent. They slid to the floor, Ryan's pants were tangled around his legs, he kicked them aside and rolled, taking her with him so she lay sprawled over his chest.

He buried his fingers in her hair, combing through the silky strands as he continued to feast on her mouth. Her breasts crushed against his chest, the hard nipples poking into his pecs. His cock lay trapped between their stomachs, hard once more. He'd love to watch her ride him, but without a condom that wasn't going to happen. Maybe he could convince her to move this to her bedroom or his.

The tinny ring of a timer screamed to life. Claire jumped, their mouths finally separating. Gasping for breath, they stared at each other, stunned by the sudden interruption. She froze above him, and her eyes went wide. He knew before she opened her mouth she regretted what had happened. They were tangled together on the kitchen floor buck-ass naked, and she was about to give him every reason under the sun why it had all been a mistake.

"Oh, God." Claire scrambled off him, elbows, and knees bashing into him in her haste.

"Humph." Ryan sat up slowly
and waited for the inevitable.

*****

Claire yanked her robe from the stool. Shoving her arms into the sleeves, she crossed the sides over her body and tied the sash. The timer on the washer rang in her ears, but it didn't drown out the voice screaming in her head. There was no masking the words echoing around her skull.
What have you done?
Oh, God. What
had
she done? Okay, it was obvious what she'd done; she'd screwed her next-door neighbor and had the best orgasms of her life.

They hadn't actually had intercourse—but not through lack of wanting—and she'd be lying if she said she didn't still want to fuck him. With as much dignity as she could muster, Claire headed for the laundry room. The stupid machine was making it harder to think than it already was with her hormones yelling. She'd never done anything so reckless or impulsive in her life. Living on the edge of arousal for months and Jane's stupid comment at lunch had driven her to it. Why else would she have done something as stupid as having sex with Ryan?

Not that they'd had sex exactly or that the act its self was stupid. No the actual doing had been downright magical. Claire still tingled and throbbed in places long abandoned. It was the screwing-the-neighbor-on-the-first-date thing she couldn't fathom. They hadn't even been on a date. She'd never had such a strong reaction to a lover and certainly never jumped a guy's bones the second she got him somewhere private and alone. Only she wasn't the one to jump first, but still, the whole last…

How long had it been since Ryan had taken her mouth in a kiss so drugging she'd forgotten all but him?

The buzz of the washer echoed off the walls as she stepped into the laundry and stabbed at the "off" button with her finger. Normal cycle. Thirty minutes. Had they only been tangled for half an hour? Silence filled the space around her, and Claire took a deep breath in the hope of calming her nerves. Her mind whirled. Each train of thought jumped its tracks to head in a different direction.

"You're thinking too much."

Startled, Claire spun around and found Ryan leaning against the doorframe. He'd pulled on his briefs, but the shorts and shirt were nowhere to be seen. Her gaze was drawn to his bronzed chest and ripped stomach. Her mouth watered, and her fingers itched to trace the contours of every muscle. The arousal still simmering in her belly began to bubble. Harsh, shallow breaths puffed in and out of her lungs. She licked her lips, her tongue sweeping over the parched flesh.

A growl vibrated Ryan's chest, and Claire dragged her gaze up to meet his. The hunger was back, swirling in his eyes. He pushed off the wall and took two steps, bringing his body flush with hers. Heat radiated off him, surrounded her, and soaked into her pores, traveling along nerve endings and focusing in her core. Without thought, she leaned forward, her silk covered breasts brushing his pecs. Her nipples puckered and sent sharp pulses of delight through the swollen globes.

His mouth crashed down on hers. Tongues stabbed out, pushed, and probed in a wet slide of frenzied need. She moaned into his mouth and absorbed Ryan's answering groan as he took the kiss deeper. Breathing no longer mattered. The need to have him inside her, to be inside him, consumed her. Her knees went weak—whether lack of oxygen or his ravaging kiss, Claire didn't know—but she leaned into him, letting his heat and strength surround her.

Ryan tore his mouth from hers, panting against her cheek as he held her close. His heart pounded beneath his hard chest. The throbbing beat echoed in her breasts, vibrated along her ribs and fell in sync with hers. Claire trembled in his arms, her whole body alive with arousal even after the mind-blowing orgasms. She tried to gather her wits, tried to pull herself together and think.

"Damn. You burn me up when I touch you," he said.

His whispered words only made it harder to clear her head. The gravelly tone of his voice, filled with need and awe, skittered down her spine to tingle in the pit of her belly.

"I want to be inside you so bad I hurt."

Oh, God. The man was turning her to putty with his words.

"Want to feel the tight fist of your cunt wrapped around my cock."

She melted into him, thrust her pelvis against his to grind her clit on the length trapped between them. Claire's pussy clenched, moisture flowed from her coating her folds, and she moaned.

"Yeah, do that again." He gripped her hips, pulled her onto him. "Are you wet for me, Claire? Does your cunt weep for my cock?"

His words sent electric darts shooting into her womb, little arrows that found their mark, setting off flutters that spread out to her clit. Her muscles contracted, expelling more fluid from her core, and Claire rubbed harder on his erection. The silk barrier of her robe slipped and slid on the cream coating her sex.

He moaned into the curve of her neck as her damp folds rode his cock. "Damn, baby," he said.

His hot breath burst across her skin, sending shivers racing off in every direction.

"I need to be inside you," Ryan groaned.

"Oh, God. Yes." Claire's pussy clenched as she imagined him thrusting inside her.