Give it to me Spicy (5 page)

“Ohh…”

He moved upwards, sweeping just around her clit. She lifted her hips in a silent appeal for direct contact. He spread the fleshy skin around the clit, releasing it from its hood. The tiny nub was swollen, aching for attention. When his tongue flicked across her flesh, she cried out. He repeated the motion several times, faster, and glanced up to see her twisting against the scarf, her lips parted in cries of pleasure.

“Oh God…mmm…yeah…”

He sucked her clit into his mouth as her body shook with the restlessness of her impending orgasm. A few more strokes of his tongue and he sent her over the edge, screaming, straining against the scarf. Before her tremors subsided, he slid two fingers into her wet heat to stroke her G-spot while maintaining stimulation of her clit. She caught a second wave of pleasure, which bowed her off the bed and left her limp and whimpering.

Her breath was choppy as he leaned over her and untied the scarf from the bed, easing her arms down. Next he removed the blindfold. She raised heavy lids and stared up at him with moist eyes.

His heart clenched as he cupped her face. “Did I hurt you, sweetheart?”

She blinked back the tears. “No…it was so intense…” Her reply was almost breathless.

He smiled. “As promised.”

She pressed her hands to his chest. “Jay, I want you inside me—and can you remove this?” She lifted her bound hands.

By now the pressure in his cock was unbearable. He unfastened the knot and tossed the scarf onto the nightstand. “Do you like being on top?”

Her mouth curved into a naughty smile. “Oh, yeah.”

He unrolled a condom over his erection and met her gaze as she straddled him. “Then ride me hard, baby.” She lifted her hips and lowered her body onto him, her snug channel swallowing his cock inch by inch. A groan escaped him as his flesh seated itself deep inside her, and he shut his eyes for a moment.

When he opened them, his breath snagged. Her green eyes, darkened by need and passion, gazed down at him with an indefinable intensity, and those rosy lips parted with a wanton, vulnerable tremble. The most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. His cock pulsed and thickened. He connected with her gaze and she began to move her hips up and down, slowly at first, searching for her rhythm, and when she found it, he closed his hands over her breasts.

The hot, wet glide of her flesh coaxed a new rush of blood to his cock. He clenched his jaw in an effort to prolong the pleasure and focussed on her breasts, which she’d lowered to his mouth. He kneaded the soft mounds, taking each extended nipple deep into his mouth.

Above him, Tara moaned and rode him faster. When she pushed up, he grasped her outstretched hands and met her thrusts with his own. The slight rotation of her hips sent a surge of exquisite sensation through his shaft.

“So fucking good
…
” he groaned.

“Ohh…yes!” she cried out.

She tossed her head back as the first ripples went through her, contracting around his flesh, milking it until his control snapped. With a growl, he caught her hips and buried his cock as deep as it could go, wishing that he could spill his release into her hot core.

Spent, he pulled her down to him so he could stroke her back while listening to the sound of their pounding hearts and ragged breaths. Tara sighed and nuzzled deeper into the crook of his shoulder. He could spend hours like this, even days, making love to this woman, leaving the bed only for food. Right now, he couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be or anyone he’d rather be with.

The thought of Tara dating other men chafed his insides. His hand swept down her body to cup one round buttock possessively. Their bodies were a perfect fit and sex with other women in his past paled in comparison. It was more than just sex, though. Tara had other qualities he liked in a woman, particularly the way her feminine sensitivity tempered her strong-willed nature.

She’d dozed off but her body stirred a little, reminding him that he was still inside her. He eased out from under her and disposed of the condom in the bathroom, taking a moment to rinse the cum from his skin.

Tara was on her side, her head propped against her hand, when he returned. A lazy smile curved her mouth. “That was something.”

“Damn right it was.” He stretched out next to her and closed his mouth over hers and, just like that, his cock pulsed to life again. He pulled back and met her gaze. “I want you again, baby.”

She chuckled and pressed her tempting curves against him. “Mmm…round two?”

He stretched his arm out towards the top drawer of the nightstand, but her hand stopped him.

She met his gaze. “Do we need protection? I’m on birth control and I’ve never contracted anything.”

His cock twitched in response. “I’ve got a clean bill of health, but only if you really want to.”

“I do.” With that, she rose to her knees with a wicked glint in her eyes. “Stand up by the bed…there’s something I’ve been dying to do.”

Tara got to her knees and eyed his generous cock, which was already semi-erect.
Finally
. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked up and down, feeling the hot rush of blood that hardened the shaft. Reaching lower, she cupped his balls, the soft sprinkling of hair tickling her palm. Gently, she kneaded him, listening to his gruff moans of pleasure before she clasped his shaft again. Bringing her mouth closer, she swirled her tongue over the bulbous head, teasing the sensitive flesh until it oozed pre-cum, which she eagerly swept up. She heard the hiss of his breath as he dug his fingers into her hair above her nape. Lifting his cock, she ran her tongue along the underside, pausing to nibble gently at the swollen vein.

“Fuck…” Jay rasped.

Secretly, she enjoyed this bit of control she had over him, this strong man.

Then her lips parted as she took him into her mouth, sucking lightly while lubricating the delicate head with her tongue. Her gaze lifted to his, colliding with the rapt, smoky depths of his eyes. His jaw tightened as he watched her and, when she took another inch of him in, he groaned her name.

Arousal had collected between the lips of her aching sex, but she ignored it and continued working more of his cock into her mouth. He was too big to take all in, so she stroked the exposed shaft with her hand while the rest she pleasured with the moist walls of her mouth and her tongue, alternating between soft pressure and deep suction. He was silky-smooth and yummy. She felt his knees buckle, while his fist pulled her hair, probably an involuntary reaction.

“Baby…fuck…can’t hold off much—” A groan interrupted his words.

Pausing, she glanced up at him. “Don’t you want to come?”

His jaw clenched as he stared down at her. “Yes, but not in your mouth…not this time…”

She looked at his throbbing cock with longing, craving his release, but she gave in to his need…
this time
.

“Get on all fours, baby…right at the edge,” he instructed.

Excitement arced through her. He hadn’t taken her like this yet, and it was one of her favourite positions. When she’d complied, he dragged her hips closer to him and rubbed the head of his cock over her cleft. Her flesh yielded to him as he sank into her with one long stroke, sending a wonderful frisson through her. He held on to her hips and moved inside her with short, quick thrusts that rippled through every nerve-ending. The sensation of his naked flesh against hers was sheer pleasure.

He withdrew completely and plunged into her again to resume his sweet, torturous tempo. She cried out and pushed against him, craving the full plundering of his cock.

“Patience, sweetheart. I’ll get us there together.” He pulled back and thrust into her hard, three times, before drawing out again.

A whimpered plea escaped her.

Back in he went, his thick flesh forcing her walls apart in four deep plunges before slipping out, leaving her channel clenching around the empty space. Tara bit down on her lip and moaned. When he filled her this time, his fingers located her clit and stroked it, spiking her climax. Five deep plunges and he was out, grunting something incoherent.

“Don’t stop…” The words tumbled from her lips.

He drove into her, his fingers still working her clit. The irregular friction of his cock had increased the tension in her core—so agonisingly sweet her nails all but tore into the bedsheet. His steady thrusts produced an entirely new sensation—coils of liquid heat that contracted within her womb and gripped his flesh. Desperate sounds of pleasure broke in her throat, ending on a sharp, startled cry when his palm descended on her buttock with a loud smack.

She was startled mostly because her exes had never used any rough play, although she’d hinted at her interest in this particular activity.

He released her clit and fisted his hand in her hair as his cock pummelled even deeper.

“Ohh…fuck!” he grunted, slapping her ass cheek again.

“Yes…give it to me!” she ordered.

She’d never realised how sensitive the nerves in her buttocks were. Hell, it was an entire erogenous zone! His palm connected hard with her other cheek…then a second time, harder.

“Aah!” Her skin stung but the pleasure exceeded the pain. He grabbed her hips with both hands and drove into her with merciless thrusts, harder than she would have thought possible.

She screamed, her arms buckling under the force of his thrusts. With her cheek pressed to the bed, her fingers clutched the rumpled sheet just as the coils in her womb broke apart, unfurling throughout her body in waves of unbearable pleasure. Somehow, in her tumult of ecstasy, she heard Jay’s heavy groan and felt his cock pulse several times, spilling its seed into her.

They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, breathing hard. Tara brushed a loose strand of dark hair from his moist brow and snuggled into his solid warmth, the quick beat of his heart under her palm. Moisture filled her eyes and she closed them. Her instinct had drawn her to Jay from day one, but she never imagined their professional relationship would take this turn. Nor had she expected it to be so amazing, so mind-blowing, so perfect.

A warm shiver danced over her skin as she recalled his sweet, wicked caresses while she was blindfolded and bound. It had been the most erotic experience of her life. Jay’s hand moved over her back in slow circles. She breathed in his earthy scent and gave a satisfied purr.

“Hey, little tiger…what are you thinking about?”

She chuckled and traced a pattern on his chest. “I’m thinking that I should bring some edible oils to our next rendezvous.”

“Mmm…only if I get to lick them off you first.”

“Deal,” she chuckled.

A question rose inside her and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth, debating whether it was too soon to bring this up. After a silent stretch, they said each other’s names simultaneously.

She raised her head and met his smoky gaze. “You first.”

He cupped the side of her face and brushed his thumb over her cheek. “I want to date you, Tara.”

Her heart jumped in her chest. Jay had voiced the very thought that was on her mind, although in a more direct manner, for which she was grateful. Happiness flooded through her. She pressed her mouth to his.

“I’d love that, Jay.”

Light danced in his eyes. “Exclusively,” he stressed.

A smile stretched her lips. “Yes. Just you and me.”

He grinned. “I might not be able to handle it, working in the same place as my woman.”

“Your woman, eh? Sounding possessive already,” she teased.

His hand swept down to her tender butt cheek and squeezed. “You better believe it.”

She ground her hips against him. “I can be possessive too, sweetie,” she purred.

A low growl sounded in his throat as he rolled her over onto her back and pinned her arms above her head. His breath fanned her lips. “I’m counting on it.”

He crushed her sigh of pleasure as she succumbed to the desire that drummed inside her, thrilled that the hard heat of his body was no longer a fantasy.

About the Author

Evie Balos has a soft spot for anything romantic. She picked up her first romance book at the age of fourteen and soon after developed a keen desire to write professionally. After trying her hand at traditional romance, she decided her sweet stories needed some spice and kicked it up a notch with edgier, more sensual characters. Evie's stories are set in contemporary and paranormal worlds.

When she's not writing, she enjoys travelling across Canada—her native home—spending time with her wonderful family, reading everything from spy novels to newspapers, and participating in little adventures like rafting. When it comes to food, her ultimate indulgence is sushi and dark chocolate.

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