Italian Stallions (20 page)

By the time they reached Vince’s front gate she was a wreck. As he keyed in the security code to unlock the gate, she planned her escape. She had to get away from him, as quickly as possible, before she did something unforgivably stupid.

But as she stepped inside the gate, poised to flee, she felt his hand wrap around her forearm. “Theresa,” he said, his voice throaty with sexual intent. He bent towards her, his dark head illuminated by the outdoor lights.

“We’re going to have more rebound sex, aren’t we?” she blurted just before his mouth closed over hers.

“Yeah,” he said, and she could hear the grin in his voice. “A lot more.”

V
ince slipped his hands under his heavy leather coat, circling his hands around Theresa’s ribcage to bring her in to meet his kiss. She let out a small sigh as his mouth closed over hers, a little forlorn, almost like a sound of defeat. Her hand curled around his neck and her lips parted eagerly under his.

He took his time tasting her, savoring the feel of her hot tongue sliding against his. Heat exploded through his body at the first taste. His cock, which had been in a steady state of half hardness all day, rose to full attention, hard as a spike, as though it had been weeks instead of hours since he fucked her. It was absurd how much he wanted her. And more than that, how eager he’d been to see her. He’d fully intended to stay in tonight, give Theresa a little space while he figured out the best way to get himself back in her bed.

But when he’d woken up from a late afternoon nap, hard and aching, he decided to hell with that. The aggressive, straightforward approach had always served him well both in business and the bedroom, so why not go with the tried and true?

She’d been so flustered by his appearance at the restaurant he hadn’t been able to keep from messing with her. Letting her know in no uncertain terms what was on his mind, making sure that thoughts of him, of
them
in a hot, naked tangle were front and center. His tongue thrust hungrily against hers as his hands came up to palm the full curves of her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, pebbling against his hands. He pinched her through the heavy cotton fabric of her shirt, rolling the hard tips between his fingers until she made a soft, high-pitched sound in the back of her throat.

It went straight to his cock and he pulled her harder against him, rubbing his dick into the softness of her belly in an effort to ease the ache. Somehow he managed to steer them up the walkway and up the front steps until he had her backed up against the front door. He slid his hand down her back, dipping into the loose waistband of her pants where he found warm skin covered by wispy silk.

His fingers slid down further to cup one full ass cheek through the silk of her panties. He wondered what color they were. Sex-kitten black? Virginal white? Sinful red? His kiss got harder, hungrier as he imagined peeling her panties off as he sank to his knees, nipping and sucking at her firm curves before he bent her over and slid his cock into the wet, clenching heat of her pussy.

He fumbled with the lock, insane with the need to get her naked and under him. The door swung open and she stumbled inside. Vince lifted her up and hooked her legs around his hips and fumbled his way toward the stairs. He took two steps when he bumped his toe and went down, barely catching them both before he slammed Theresa into the wide wooden steps.

Not that she seemed to care. Without breaking their kiss she pulled him down on top of her, tugging at the buttons of his shirt until it was hanging open. His muscles clenched in delight as her hands ran up and down his abs, over his sides, around his back.

His fingers wrestled with her buttons, sending a few flying in his frenzy to get to the smooth, warm skin underneath. She was so soft, so warm. It was dark on the stairway, the only illumination from the moonlight spilling through the windows. He could make out the pale curves of her breasts above the even paler fabric of her bra. He tugged the cups aside so he could see her tight, dark nipples and feel them nudging his chest as he came down over her.

His cock fought the confines of his jeans as his hips nestled between hers, rocking against her. He could feel the heat of her sex even through the heavy fabric of their clothes, knew if he stripped her panties off he’d find her soaking wet and steaming hot.

He didn’t know what had come over him. He was out of control, about to fuck her on the stairs, for Christ’s sake. He didn’t remember the last time he’d been so overcome that he couldn’t make it to the bedroom.

Theresa deserved better than this, better than a quick hard fuck on the stairs that would leave bruises on the tender skin of her back.

Ignoring her protests, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her the rest of the way up the stairs. He flung open his bedroom door and switched on a low lamp so he could see her. He set her on her feet and they fumbled out of their clothes until he was naked and she was left in only her silky panties.

Pink. Wispy. And as he discovered when he palmed her through them, drenched with her sweet, hot juice.

She moaned and buried her face against his chest as he pressed his fingers against her silk-covered clit. He shuddered as her hand closed over his cock and her tongue flicked out to taste his chest. He backed toward the bed, sitting down heavily when his knees hit the back of the padded bench at its foot.

Theresa eagerly followed him down, lifting one knee onto the bench, cupping his face in her hands to tilt it up to meet her kiss. He cupped her breasts, loving the heavy weight of them in his palms, the way she gasped and moaned into his mouth when he ran his thumbs over the hard tips.

“I really wasn’t going to do this again,” she said as she sank into his lap and kissed her way down his neck. “I promised myself last night was only a one-time deal.” Her mouth traced a scorching trail across his shoulders and down his chest.

“Why would you do a stupid thing like that?” He tangled his hands in her thick, dark hair, loving the way it spilled down her back and shoulders, falling forward to brush against his chest. He wanted to feel it tickling against his thighs as she bent her head to take his cock into her mouth.

“You know what they say about playing with fire,” she said, sinking to her knees in front of the bench. “If I keep messing with you I’m going to be burned.”

Something about her response nipped at his consciousness, bothering him. But he was so distracted by the feel of her lips working their way down his abdomen, he let it go. Because, oh Jesus, she was nearly naked in front of him, running her fingers up the insides of his thighs, leaning close enough for the tip of his cock to nudge against the heavy weight of her breasts.

He spread his knees wider and fought the urge to push her head down into his lap. He shuddered as she pumped him in her fist and cupped his balls in her other hand. He looked down and almost came when when he saw the look on her face. She stared at his cock, lips parted and wet as he swelled and surged under her attentions.

She flicked her gaze up to meet his, her eyes dark and knowing as a tiny half smile pulled at her plump, pink mouth. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

The blunt, sexual words sounded even dirtier coming from Theresa, who, despite her ripe curves looked still had that good-Catholic-girl innocent air about her.

He couldn’t have said no if he had a gun to his head. “God yes.”

His head slammed back as the hot, sucking pressure of her lips slipped over the tip of his cock, her tongue licking the sensitive seam just under the head. His breath sawed in his chest and he fisted his hands against the bench so he wouldn’t grab the back of her head and shove himself down her throat.

He fought not to come as he watched her with heavy-lidded eyes. Her lips stretched wide to take him, and his cock was shiny wet from her attentions. His balls grew tight and achy and each breath ended on a groan as she sucked him harder, her mouth moving up and down his shaft, taking him deeper into her throat. Hot little sounds emanated from her throat. She was getting even more aroused, just from sucking him off.

His eyes squeezed shut, his hands fisted in her hair. It was too much.

Theresa clenched her thighs together against the insistent throb between her legs. God, the taste of Vince, the feel of his cock so hard and insistent in her mouth was almost enough to send her over the edge. Gripping him in her fist, she slid her lips back up to the tip, running her tongue along the slit in the head to capture the pearl of pre-come that had formed there.

Her body’s hungry response shocked her. She’d gone down on her ex, lots of times. Mostly as a way to get him off without having to actually have sex with him, which would require her pretending she was somewhat into it.

Vince was different, the salty, musky taste of him flooding her senses until she couldn’t get enough. And the way he groaned her name and softly swore as she sucked him deep in her throat urged her on, heightening her own arousal to a fever pitch. She was so turned on she could feel a trickle of moisture running down her inner thigh. His hands fisted in her hair, and the slight edge of pain made her moan around the thick staff filling her mouth.

He was close, so close to coming in her mouth, and the very idea made the creamy throbbing between her legs intensify to the point of…
ohhh.
He pulsed against her tongue, his skin stretching as he grew impossibly harder. Her fingers cupped the tight weight of his balls as her fist pumped him.

She sucked him hard, anticipating the hot pulse of his orgasm. But before she could send him over the edge, he abruptly pulled her from the floor and practically threw her on the bed. Within seconds he had a condom on and was kneeing her legs apart.

“Inside you,” he muttered, barely coherent, as he positioned himself against her. His fingers slipped between her legs, felt how wet she was. “Yes,” he hissed, fitting his cock against her sex. “You’re ready. So fucking ready.”

Her body was shaking with need, the merest brush of his cock against her sensitive folds sending bursts of pleasure through her. And then he was inside her, so hot and thick she started coming before he was even halfway in. He was relentless, pounding into her with hard, deep thrusts that made her orgasm go on and on. She clutched at his hips, her head tossing against the pillow as harsh cries ripped from her throat.

His hands hooked under her knees, spreading her wide as he penetrated even deeper. His hips moved faster, harder, shoving her up the bed with his urgency. His face was a harsh mask of pleasure, the sharp planes and angles standing out in stark relief. “Theresa,” he groaned and her name had never sounded so beautiful to her own ears.

Then he was coming, pinning her hips to the bed as his cock swelled and pulsed inside her.

Theresa pulled him down on top of her and threaded her fingers through his thick, dark hair. He was a deliciously heavy weight on top of her, his breath soft against her neck as the last pulses of her orgasm fluttered around him. She couldn’t seem to stop touching him, kissing the salty skin of his neck, skimming her fingers up his sleek back. She felt him soften and start to slip out of her, and her inner muscles clenched in protest.

She never wanted him to leave.

The thought sent a wave of panic through her. At the same moment, Chester bounded over to the bed and planted his paws squarely against Vince’s shoulder and knocked him to the side. Theresa jumped out of bed and started gathering up her clothes.

“I better take him out,” she said as she pulled her pants up her legs and threw on her shirt.

Vince rolled off the bed, and Theresa found herself mesmerized by the shift of hard muscle under all that tan, tight skin. He dealt with the condom and moved to pick up his boxers where he’d dropped them by the door.

Her gaze traveled down his broad, muscled chest, his rippling abs, between his legs where his penis hung heavy between his muscular thighs. He started to thicken and grow before her eyes, and her attention snapped to his face. He was watching her, lips quirked in that sexy, knowing smile.

“You keep looking at me like that and in about five seconds you’re gonna find yourself on your back with your feet up on my shoulders.”

That sounded like a pretty good idea to her, but before she could say so Chester let out an urgent bark and stomped his paws in a canine version of the pee-pee dance. Theresa snapped back to attention, grateful for the reminder that at this moment, it was probably best to put some distance between herself and Vince.

Not that he was inclined to let her get very far. He pulled on a pair of flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt to follow her outside and wrapped an arm around her waist when she would have followed Chester over to the rhododendrons.

“What got you so spooked all of a sudden?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she insisted. Nothing except for the fact that after a couple rounds of fabulous sex, she was having inappropriate visions of living happily ever after with a man who was completely out of her league. “I don’t want Chester to ruin thousands of dollars worth of landscaping.” She tried to move away again, but he kept a firm grip on her forearm.

“I don’t give a fuck about the landscaping,” he said, pulling her hard against him. “I want to know why you’re pulling away.”

She ignored Chester and his enthusiastic digging for the moment and sighed against Vince’s chest. “Sleeping with you complicates things.”

“We’re two consenting adults who had amazing sex. What’s complicated about it?”

When he put it in that matter of fact way, she felt immature and unsophisticated.

“Me living here,” she began.

“What could be more convenient? Listen, Theresa,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I know you just got out of a relationship and you’re not looking for anything serious. It’s also become very clear to me recently that I’m in kinda the same place. But I really like sex,” he said with a soft chuckle. Then, his voice going dark and deep, “And I especially like having sex with you. So why don’t we stop worrying and just go with it?”

His mouth came down over hers, obliterating the protest on her lips.
Just go with it.
He made it sound so easy, so simple.

Maybe it was.