Learning Curves (6 page)

She stopped moving, and her reward was swift. He pumped his finger into her, and she lost herself in the steady rhythm of the glorious thrusting motions. His finger pounded, stroked deeper, harder, its only purpose to give her pleasure.

She quaked violently, her brain barely able to process when he pushed another finger inside her. She whimpered and rocked against him, the duel pleasure of tongue and fingers moving in synch far more amplified without the sense of sight. She rocked, and pitched forward, tension rising, coming to a peak.

Oh God, this was so worth the wait.

She drew deep gulping breaths as his fingers owned her, plunging in slick strokes, his tongue cruel and delicious against her clit. It was the most erotic thing ever. Her skin grew tighter, and she pushed against his face, ravenous, needy, a filthy display of want. His burning mouth pressed harder, and her thighs trembled.

“Fuck my fingers.”

Her sex squeezed at his words, each slippery stroke sparking her nerve endings. “Yes,” she cried out. To hell with modesty. She gripped his head and jammed it against her sex, needing him to ravage, feast, and devour every inch of her.

“Don’t stop,” she said, rushing to get the words out. He sucked her clit into his mouth. “That. Please.”

Consume me.

Dizzy heat seared through her. She gasped and he moaned. Holy shit, he was enjoying this as much as she was. Her head fell back as he pressed his tongue and teeth on the sensitive nub. All her senses left her. Words wouldn’t form in her mind as her body let go. Intense pleasure began at her core and rippled outward until she nearly blacked out. Her sex clenched hard around his fingers as he wrung an orgasm from her.

“Linc.”

“I’ve got you,” he said. “Take what you need.”

Drowning in sensations, she let go of her dress. It fell over his head, making this feel so much naughtier, sexier. She reached under her dress and raked her fingers through his hair, his strong arms keeping her afloat as she rode out the ebbs and flows.

Her voice thinned to a whisper, and she whimpered, “Yes…” She sagged against the rail, Linc still between her legs, his fingers running along her folds, excruciatingly slow, as he kissed her soft curls.

She drew a breath and opened her eyes to find him sliding back up her body. She put her hands on his face, her heart crashing, her body still humming. “I can’t believe I’ve gone without that for so long.”

He chuckled. “If you liked that, wait until I slide my cock in you.”

Damn, she loved it when dirty words came out of his mouth. “Show me.”

His mouth found hers. Their tongues joined and tangled as one of his hands went to her hair. He pulled the pins, letting her mess of curls fall down her back. He fisted it and murmured into her mouth. “You are so damn sexy.”

She hadn’t felt this wanted…okay, ever. “When you talk to me like that,” she whispered, her heart tripping up a bit. Dammit, the only thing she was supposed to feel this weekend was his body. “You make me feel…really wanted.”

He pushed his cock against her. “So much, it’s all I can do not to rip this dress off you and fuck the hell out of you right now. It’s all I can do to take it slow.”

“Slow is overrated.” She ripped at his shirt. “I need you now.”

He captured her hands and shoved them behind her back, pinning her to the rail with his hips. “You’ll have me. Believe me, you have me. I want your hands on my cock more than anything, but first you need to touch yourself.” She sucked in a breath and held it as he stepped back to look her over. A dark perusal that felt more erotic than a caress. “I want you out of this dress.”

Rough hands grabbed her around the waist and turned her. Her whole body trembled at the sound of her zipper opening. Linc’s warm knuckles slid over her spine, and her body burned hotter when he unhooked her bra with a practiced ease she didn’t want to think about. In the distance, a car door slammed, followed by voices.

Linc’s hands stilled, his breath coming fast. His head dropped to her shoulder. “Fuck, Lauren.” He lightly bit her neck, his heart pounding against her back. “I’m sorry. But you make me lose control, forget where I am. I want you so much it’s messing with my head.” His hands spanned her waist and he moved her away from the rail, pressing her back to the house, away from prying eyes. “I know I said I didn’t care who was watching, but I do. The only one I want looking at you is me.”

She heaved in a breath, his words inching inside and warming her as he protected her with his body. Her heart skipped a beat as he removed her dress, letting it fall to the deck. She stepped out of it, and stood facing him, bare naked.

He spun her around, grabbed her hands and pressed them to the wall above her head. The warm length of his body pressed against her, but it was his growl that made her quiver. His breath was hot on her flesh when he pulled her hair from her shoulder and kissed the sensitive spot on her neck. Her lids fluttered shut as his mouth moved to her ear.

“Are you ready for me to fuck the hell out of you?” he whispered.

“Yes…”

“Then face me.”

He stepped back, and she shivered, her excitement deepening. Wanting everything he promised, she turned, and when she caught the intense way he was looking at her, she felt a little nervous. He looked his fill, his eyes on her body for a very long time. She was about to cover herself when he stopped her.

“Don’t,” he said. “You’re beautiful.” He stepped into her and dipped his head, his need so tangible she could almost taste it. His hot mouth closed around one nipple and she arched into him. He drew it into his mouth, his tongue swirling with such skill it inflamed every part of her body.

“Linc,” she murmured.

He drew back, his expression hot as he reached for her hands, and her fingers trembled slightly as he guided them to her chest. “Touch with me.” She palmed her breasts, and Linc’s forceful hands closed over hers, flattening, pressing, his eagerness burning through her.

Heat chased away the last of her unease. “So good,” she murmured. His nostrils flared as he watched her, and it made her want to tease him, to make him moan. She rubbed her nipples, and threw her head back as a soft moan of pleasure rose from her throat. “Oh, yes.”

“Yeah, like that,” he groaned.

Her gaze went to his and met with desire
. This man really wants me.

“Tell me how you’re going to fuck the hell out of me,” she whispered, wanting to do all the dirty things dancing in his eyes—all the things she craved.

He went still…perfectly still as his eyes devoured her. None too gently, he grabbed her hand. “I’d rather show you.” His steps were hurried as he guided her through the big house and into a bedroom with a king sized bed. “Get on the bed and open your legs.”

The hiss of his zipper cut through the quiet. Her glance dropped to his pants. His cock was beautiful, thick and hard. Her fingers curled. She wanted to touch him, learn his body, and memorize every beautiful inch of him.

His eyes fixed on her mouth. Ravenous. Dangerous. “You are so sexy.” He touched her throat and slowly dragged rough fingertips downward over her collarbone and breast, as he fisted his cock and pumped.

Need burned through her, and she sat up, her mouth poised open. He gripped her hair to hold her still, but she flicked her tongue out and brushed it over his crown.

“Jesus Christ,” he growled, the hand on her hair loosening. She drew him in, running her tongue around his hard, hot skin. His groan stirred her desire, and his body coiled tight. He grew harder, thicker beneath her ministrations, and it spurred her on. With long, luxurious strokes she licked him, going from the base all the way to his crown. She sucked him back in, tasting him. His hands tightened in her hair again.

“No more,” he ground out.

“But I—”

“Flat on the bed. Legs open. Now.”

His commanding tone weakened her knees. Anticipation echoed through her as she obliged and fell back onto the mattress. He pulled a condom from his pant’s pocket and tossed it onto the bed before kicking his jeans off and climbing between her legs. He reached over his shoulder, and in one swift move, tore off his shirt. Two hundred pounds of hard, rippling muscle hovered over her. The man was one stunning specimen—and he was focused in on her. Molten lava. That’s how his sharp, carnal gaze made her feel.

He tossed the shirt away, and put his hand back on her body, his eyes full of fierce need as he stroked strong fingers down her neck, between her breasts. “I could spend days just touching you.”

She uttered something unintelligible, and he fell over her, crushing her, and his mouth found hers for a hot kiss, deep and possessive, his tongue stroking and teasing, fucking her mouth. She savored the taste as he reduced her to a mass of trembling need. God, no man had ever kissed her like this before. His damp cock pulsed between her thighs and fiery lust gathered inside her. She ran her nails over his back, pulling him to her, and lifting her hips, aching for him to fill her.

Take me…

His deep growl fell over her. “Stop moving or I’ll tie you to this bed for the whole weekend,” he warned, arousal straining his words.

Her pulse leaped. “Maybe I’d like that.”

“Fuck.” He tore his mouth from hers, and pressed urgent, open-mouthed kisses to her body. He ate at her, his tongue and teeth greedy as he gripped her hips, forcing her legs open wider. She ground herself against him as he drove a finger inside her. Heat, so much heat. Her hips came off the bed as he slid up her body, his muscles flexing, his finger still inside her. Tension mounted, the hot friction like lightning to her nerves. “You have the prettiest cunt, and for the next two days it’s all mine.”

His filthy, explicit words pushed her to the edge, but it was the way he looked at her, like she was the most important woman in the world, that nearly made her come again. She wiggled against him, and when he pinned her down, she moaned. He ripped into the condom with his teeth, and quickly sheathed himself.

He grabbed her legs. “Put them around me.”

She slid them around his back and squeezed as he went up on one arm, rubbing his hard cock along the length of her crevice. Delirious, wild with need, she lifted her hips. Her sex ached for him.
Ached.
She moved again, trying to force him in.

“More. Please.” Oh, God, she
was
begging for it. She’d never begged for anything before

“Such a greedy girl.”

“Linc,” she moaned as she writhed beneath him.

He offered her an inch, and she whimpered. “You want to be fucked?”

Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling—desperate for it.
Desperate for him.
“Fuck me,” she groaned. “Now.”

He jerked his hips forward, shoving himself into her with one hard thrust.

“Linc,” she cried out. He paused for one second, giving her a reprieve, then powered into her. She scratched at his back, her fingernails pulling at his skin.

He shifted for deeper penetration. “Take all of me.”

“Yes.” She gulped in air as her muscles rippled around him. “So good.”
How can it be so good?

His groin pounded against hers, as his mouth settled possessively. This kiss was demanding, needy, taking what he wanted, but giving so damn much in return. He slipped a finger between their bodies.

Her breath came fast, too fast. She shook against him. “Oh yes, just like that,” she murmured, her voice rough with desire.

Her hands raced over him with aroused eagerness. She closed her eyes, her body thrumming, entirely lost in the moment.

He found one of her hands, brought it to his mouth and wet it. Their moans of pleasure merged when he shifted and guided her hand down, pressing it to her heat. It was damn sexy.

Her finger found her clit, and he put his thumb on top of hers, applying the perfect amount of pressure as he went up on one arm, driving himself in so deep it made her moan, scream, want to howl at the damn moon.

Her body grew tight, and her sex fluttered as he pumped and she stroked. “Linc,” she cried when she felt another orgasm mounting. It took her by surprise. She’d never expected to climax once, let alone twice. “I’m…oh, God…”

He breathed a kiss over her mouth. “I know, baby. I know.”

She palmed his muscles with her free hand, and dusted kisses over his skin as a slow burn worked its way through her body, settling deep between her legs as she let go. Her body convulsed as her sex squeezed his shaft, each clench harder than the one before. A rich, decadent rumble of pleasure sounded from the depths of his throat.

He moaned against her throat, pitching forward, his hips picking up speed. Faster. Deeper. “Fuck,” he growled, stilling insider her, spurting his release as he threw his head back.

He collapsed on top of her, his full weight pinning her to the bed. She trailed her fingers along his back, and his muscles bunched.

Unbelievable. She strived to breathe, but couldn’t seem to fill her lungs. This was
fucking
in every sense of the word. What she was doing before…well, she had no idea what that was.

He pulled back and brushed her hair from her face. He shook his head, his eyes briefly closing. “Jesus Christ, Lauren.” A thrill moved through her.
I did this to him
.

His warm lips found hers again. His mouth was sweet, soft, and tender as he kissed her. She touched Linc’s face, his late night stubble rasping as she ran her thumb over it. This beautiful man had given her not one, but two orgasms.

There is nothing wrong with me
.

She broke the kiss. “Thank you,” she murmured.

He looked deep into her eyes, and whispered, “I’m the one who should be thanking you.” He touched her face, and her heart missed a beat when he pressed a soft kiss to her collarbone. A painful bolt of want settled in her womb.

“Jesus,” he said, and with excruciating slowness that aroused her all over again, he pulled out of her. “Give me a sec.”

He sat on the side of the bed, and she touched his strong back, needing the contact as he discarded the condom. The bed dipped as he fell back onto his pillow, and she rolled into him. He went up on his elbow, facing her, and feeling completely comfortable with herself, and him, she nestled against him.