Red Red Wine (Tastes of Seduction) (13 page)

He waited only long enough for her to dip her hand in his pocket before dropping to the floor and lifting first one of her feet and then the other, so she could kick her knickers off. As soon as they were free, he pocketed them.

Andrew would have buried his face between her legs, but she tugged at his shoulders, pulling him up.

“Don’t want niceties tonight. Or kisses and the seduction.” She yanked his jeans over his hips to his knees and shoved his boxers down next. “No need for you to tease and tantalize.” Her hot hands were all over his dick. Holding. Fondling. Rolling the condom over his shaft.

Already his balls were hard as stone, his dick pulsing.

“I just need you to fuck me.” She placed both hands on his shoulders and shoved him backwards.

Andrew let her, knowing the bench would break his fall. He landed on his ass, sitting upright, and Tori wasted no time straddling him.

But as she knelt above him, her hot pussy mere inches from his straining erection, she paused. “Wait. I need to be sure this is okay with you. Sex for the sake of sex. I can’t offer you anything more right now. I…I just don’t have it in me.”

He had to grit his teeth to keep from moving. “That depends.” A bead of sweat rolled down his spine. “Is this what you want?”

Tori rolled her hips, sliding her cunt over his rigid length. Her juices soaked the base of his cock and his balls, and Andrew had to grip the edge of the bench to stop from surging upward, thrusting inside her.

“Right now? This is the only thing I want. And you, Ando, are the only man I want.”

Jesus, she was killing him. With the way his blood pounded in his ears, he was certain he was headed past the outer limits of stroke and all the way to instant death. “Then I’m okay with it.” As if any man in his right mind wouldn’t be.

“Y-you’re sure?”

She looked so vulnerable, Andrew pressed a reassuring hand to her cheek. “Very sure.”

A hint of a smile ghosted over her lips, and she rocked against him again.

Birds tweeted in his ears.

“Fuck, woman, you’ve got me busting a nut here.”

She lowered herself so the lips of her cunt rested on the tip of his cock, and with one stunning twist of her hips, she enveloped him.

Andrew almost blacked out from pleasure. God, she was tight. And hot. And wet. The moan she emitted sent flaming stabs of pain straight through his balls. She felt amazing. Wickedly sinful all wrapped around his dick like this.

And when she lifted up, then drove her pussy down on him again, Andrew was lost. He grabbed her waist and thrust even deeper.

Tori cried out, and the race was on, a desperate sprint to the finish line. Yeah, he was holding her, directing her movements, angling her pussy for maximum penetration, but she was in control, setting the pace, pulling up and slamming back down on him.

It happened too fast for Andrew to savor the encounter. But then who had time for savoring when every last nerve bundle had collected in his dick? Apart from the softness of her skin, the only thing Andrew could feel was the rhythmic slide of her slick pussy around his pounding erection.

His entire life was focused between his legs and hers.

He wanted to watch, tried to see his dick disappearing into her cunt over and over again, but Tori’s skirt had spread out over her thighs, obscuring any view he might have had.

And then he stopped thinking about watching and gave himself over to feeling.

The sensations of her pussy sliding along his length, the curve of her slim waist beneath his palms and temptation of her breasts bumping against his mouth with every one of her downward thrusts blew his mind. He didn’t try kiss or lick those breasts. Wouldn’t have had the time to latch on to one. He just enjoyed the sensation as they rasped over his lips, her nipples hardened into tight beads beneath her dress.

Tori’s breathing changed, growing faster. She began to pant. Her movements were sharper now, more focused.

“Gonna come,” she puffed. “Al…almost there.”

Andrew gave up all pretense of holding back. As hard as she bounced on him, so he drove into her, burying himself so deep he almost lost control.

Tori cried out and jerked. Her pussy contracted, a glove so tight he almost couldn’t move. But he did, pushing through her contractions, burying himself deeper, then deeper still as she came all over him.

One more thrust and his own orgasm descended, blinding in its force. He shuddered through his release, emptying himself with spasm upon spasm.

When he finally came down from his high, when he could open his eyes long enough to focus, it was to find Tori had shoved her skirt out of her way. Her hand was between her legs, moving, and Andrew realized she was stroking her clit, bringing herself to a second fierce orgasm.

When it hit, Tori wasn’t the only one to cry out. The second round of contractions around his softening, spent dick was pure torture. Heaven and hell. He almost couldn’t bear it. Almost. But the sight of Tori coming on top of him gave him the strength to endure anything. Even the sweetest agony he’d ever encountered.

Chapter Eight

A very long time later, Andrew finally gave in to his discomfort. The bench had been just fine for supporting his and Tori’s fiery passion. But in this position, lying flat on his back, with Tori sprawled out above him, his bones were starting to complain. He’d drifted off for a while, but the spasm in his spine wrenched him from sleep.

He ran his hands over the length of her back, from her shoulders to her ass.

“Tor?”

“Mmmm?”

“Come back to my room with me.”

“I…probably shouldn’t.” But her voice held no conviction.

“Stay only as long as you’re comfortable. Soon as it doesn’t feel right, you can leave.”

She sighed then. “I can’t, Andrew. I shouldn’t even have come here tonight. It feels odd, you know? Too soon. But I wanted to see you again.” She placed the lightest kiss on his shoulder and pushed herself off him. “I should go now.”

The last thing he’d meant to do was scare her away. But she was on her feet and Andrew knew the moment had passed. Tori wouldn’t be coming back to his room.

He rose reluctantly and pulled up his jeans, taking a minute to properly dispose of the condom in the bin at the entrance of the gazebo. “I’ll walk you back.” He picked up the wine and glasses in one hand. They hadn’t had a chance to drink it.

“You sound disappointed.”

“I am.” No point pretending any differently. “I’d kinda looked forward to making love to you on a real bed. Without stones and splinters sticking into our backs and knees, the possibilities between us seem endless.” He’d anticipated the idea of stripping her slowly, exposing every inch of her stunning body to his view.

“Hey, I hardly noticed the stones and splinters. You had my complete and absolute attention.”

“And yet I seem to have lost it now.” Tori was distracted, looking around the gazebo, kneeling down to peek under the bench.

“I can’t find my panties.”

Andrew shoved his free hand in his pocket. “That’s because they’re not there.”

“You helped get them off. What did you do with them?”

He fingered the lacy material. “Kept them.”

She stood and looked at him. “You kept them?”

He nodded. “I did.”

“Can I have them back?”

“Finders keepers, sweetheart. They’re mine now.”

“Ah. Ah-ha! Um…you wouldn’t happen to have my other pair, would you? From last night?”

“Matter of fact…”

“You took them too?”

“I did.”

“I came looking for them this morning. Couldn’t find them.”

“Now you know why.”

“You have two pairs of my panties?” She sounded intrigued.

Andrew shrugged. “Yeah, I do.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“Andrew, they’re…dirty.”

“I know.” He withdrew the knickers from his pocket, ran them over his face. “And they smell fucking amazing. Just like you.”

“Oh.”

“You’re shocked?”

“A little.” She pressed her hand to her chest. “I’m also a little turned on.”

He held the knickers to his nose, breathing deeply, and his cock twitched and shifted. “Yeah.” He knew his voice had deepened. “Me too.”

“Uh, I have a problem now.”

“What is it?”

“I’m excited, and I don’t have any panties.” She danced from one foot to the other.

And…there it was. Another raging erection. Andrew shoved the panties back in his pocket, dropped his arm over Tori’s shoulder and steered her out of the gazebo and down the stairs.

“You’ve just given me an erection from hell,” he chided

“Good,” she chided back. “Then both of us are in trouble.”

“You realize the second I get back to my room, I’m going to be jerking off to thoughts of you turned on and not wearing underwear?”

She whimpered.

“Too much information?”

“Not enough information,” she snapped.

He steered her through the rose garden. “Seriously, Tor. I don’t think I’ll have time to lock the door before I have my dick in my hand. Three pulls, maybe four, and I’ll be coming all over again. Coming to images of your wet, swollen cunt.”

Her cry was strangled, and they walked for long moments in silence. The rasp of their breaths, heavy and strained, was the only sound besides their soft footsteps.

“Would you…”

“Would I?” he prompted.

“Masturbate to thoughts of me? For real, I mean.”

He pulled her close, whispered in her ear. “Like I did in the shower this morning? When I wrapped my soapy hand around my dick and brought myself off, remembering the feel of your hot mouth wrapped around me? Is that what you mean?”

“That’s, um, exactly what I mean.”

“Well then, I guess my answer would have to be yes.” He nipped her lobe. “Does it make you wetter? Knowing you’ve become my jerk-off fantasy?”

“Just knowing you breathe makes me wet. Knowing you’ve masturbated to thoughts of me?” She shivered violently. “I think I might have just had a mini orgasm.”

A deep laugh rumbled through him. “Touch yourself in your room, Tor. Think of me as you stroke your clit.” Christ, he wanted his face to be the only one she imagined the next time she came. The next five hundred times she came.

“You need to quit talking now, Andrew.”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No,” she snapped. “You’re making me horny. And if you don’t stop, I’m going to jump you here, in the garden, where anyone might see us.”

“I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Shut up.”

“You can still come back to my room. It’s not too late to say yes.”

“Yes it is. I need to be alone so I can think. Try and figure out what to do with my life.”

“Talk to me about it. I’ll help you figure it out.”

“You’d help me get naked, and then you’d help me come, like you did in the gazebo. Somehow I don’t think my future will be brought up.”

“And that’s a problem?”

“At any other time, it wouldn’t be. But right now?” She sighed. “Yeah, it is.”

“Okay then, whatever you need. I’ll stop pushing.” And he did. Much as he wanted her to come back to his room, he’d never talk her into it. If Victoria came to him, it had to be of her own free will. Any decision she made now had to be her own. Declan had taken that power away from her when he’d made the decision to end their relationship.

Andrew refused to put her in that kind of helpless position again.

But he did keep his arm around her the rest of the way back to the hotel, releasing her only when lights illuminated the path to reception. He’d be happy for the entire world to see them together, but instinct told him Tori wouldn’t. Not a short day after the sudden death of her engagement.

They entered the deserted lobby in silence and said nothing until they reached her room. The passageways were empty.

This time it was Tori who touched his nose. “Will you be there again? At the gazebo at midnight?”

“Would you like me to be there?”

She nodded. “I would.”

“Then I’ll be there.” An army couldn’t keep him away. “Good night, Victoria.”

“Ando?”

“Yeah.”

She dropped her voice to a whisper so soft he had to strain to hear her. “Tell me one more time what you’re going to do when you get back to your room.”

Oh, fuck. As if his balls weren’t already twisted in knots. He dropped his head against the wall and banged it twice. Carefully, so he didn’t wake anyone. He had to clear his throat before he could answer in a whisper as soft as hers. “I’m going to haul my dick out of my pants and jerk off to thoughts of your dripping pussy.”

There was the whimper again. The one that played havoc with his self-restraint. “Ando?”

“Uh-uh. Sorry, Tor.” He pushed off from the wall. “No more questions. Got…got to move it, or I swear I won’t make it back to my room.”