Rhyannon Byrd - Waiting For It (10 page)

“Listen,” he’d said in a sudden rush, “it’s Friday night and there’s a big ol’ group of us that get  together at Dixie’s Diner over on Lincoln Street. If you’re not doing anything, I could pick you up  later, take you out to meet some people.”

Her doe-like eyes had gone even wider at his words, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth in an innocently seductive action that had made him want to moan. “Look, I know you don’t know me or anything, but I swear I’m not a creep.”

He knew he’d been rambling, but he’d been too stunned to be his usual laid-back self, too dumbstruck with want to use his usual lines on her. And to be honest, he really hadn’t thought they’d work on her anyway. “What I’m trying to say is that you’ll be safe with me, I swear. We could just go out and give you a chance to get to know everybody.”

She’d opened her mouth to speak, her answer right there on the tip of her pretty little pink tongue, but he’d never got to hear it. At that moment, Wanda and her group of girlfriends had started catcalling

behind him, and he’d turned around to tell them to get lost. And when he’d turned back, Taylor was  gone, already having disappeared around the far side of the bleachers. He’d started to go after her, and  then stopped himself, his ignorant male pride not wanting it to look like he was running after the “new”  girl, and it’d been the biggest mistake of his life.

That weekend, Mitch had tracked her down, taken her out for ice cream sodas in town, and by  Monday, their fate was set. Mitch’s plan had been put into motion, and Jake had never asked her out again. Hell, he’d barely ever had two civil words for her after all the crap Mitch had come back to him with, and God only knew what he’d told Taylor.

So many years wasted because of that jackass, not to mention his own stupidity. But he finally had her where he wanted her, and it was so much sweeter than anything he’d ever known—ever imagined. It was perfection. Pure, hot, sweet perfection.

Suddenly, the words he longed to say rushed up at him from the depths of his soul, but he knew the timing was all wrong. Why in the hell hadn’t he controlled himself long enough to tell her about the books? He couldn’t go spouting on about his reasons for being here now, not when she was still crammed full of him, swimming in his cum.

Hell, she’d never buy it; much less believe that he’d already been working up the courage to come back for her. Even if he hadn’t stumbled across his eye-opening find, he wouldn’t have been able to hold out much longer. Shit, staying away from her for as long as he had had nearly driven him outta his fucking mind. And if he’d had to, he’d been more than ready to come back and fight Mitch for her.  Divorce or not, he still wanted to kick the bastard’s ass.

No matter the obstacles, he wouldn’t have given up. So why in the hell hadn’t he said all this when he had the chance?

Jake was still trying to come to grips with what she did to him and his utter loss of control, when she shifted beneath him. Knowing he must be crushing her, he gently pulled out of the moist grip of her clinging pussy and rolled to his back, reaching out to pull her possessively into his side.

But Taylor was already rising to her knees, facing him at his hip, mesmerized by the wealth of masculine beauty laid out before her. She wanted to taste every inch of his sun-bronzed skin.

Wanted to learn all the textures and flavors.

Wanted to take sensual bites of all those long, bulging muscles.

The hunger was so great inside of her she could barely hold it in. It pulsed through her blood, pumping against her skin, trying to break free.

“You’re beautiful,” she rasped, giving him no warning of what was to come next.

One moment she was staring at him as if she’d eat him alive, and in the next her soft sweet lips were wrapped around the wet head of his cock, her tongue rooting into the slit to taste, and Jake felt an inhuman sound of arousal surge from the back of his throat. It was pure animal, primitive and base. His back bowed as his hands found her hair, holding her to him. Her jaws opened wider, drawing him in,

and he could’ve sworn he saw stars explode in his mind in a kaleidoscope of colors.

“Fuck—” he cursed beneath his breath, feeling another wave of cum gather in the root of his cock. He  was going to explode right into her mouth, hot and scalding and strong. There was no help for it; he  only hoped he didn’t scare the hell out of her when it happened.

His hand shot between her legs, fingers searching deep to find her dripping down the insides of her thighs, creaming for him. She was melting, all liquid and warm, and knowing she was getting off on giving him head only intensified what was already the most amazing experience of his life. He struggled to hold back the flood until he’d rolled them to their sides, positioning her so he could lock into her cunt as deeply as she was locked on to him.

He spread her legs, draping one smooth thigh over his shoulder, and then he was eating his way to heaven—just a burning mass of need and desperation for every tender, swollen inch of her gushing pussy. It was crying for him, begging to be eaten again, and Jake answered its pleas with his strong, wicked tongue and warm lips. He sucked, probed, giving her head as if his very life were drawn from this tiny opening and pretty pink flesh that finally tasted of both their juices. How many years had he spent waiting for this moment, living for it, longing with hungry anticipation for the pure perfection of joining with her in a tangle of sheets and skin and erotic flavors?

Her clit, lips, vulva—everything fell under his sensual command, and all the while she was locked on to his cock in a hungry rhythm guaranteed to make his eyeballs roll back into his head. It was so good it was driving him mad, and he had to clench every muscle in his long, hard body to keep from exploding. The need to come called, demanded, while he struggled to last as long as he could, not wanting the exquisite intimacy to end too soon.

It wasn’t easy for her, he could tell. She was too new to it, but he loved her eager inexperience all the more. She tried everything she could think of, twirling her tongue around the wide, sensitive head, and then licking along his thick, vein-ridged shaft, before greedily sucking him deep inside the moist cavern of her throat once more. Oh, shit. He drew the ripe, near to bursting bud of her clit between his teeth, wickedly working it with the flat of his tongue, stroking it roughly, determined to bring her first.  The instant he felt her climax pound against his face, her syrupy sweet cream bathing into his mouth, he lost it.

She was working to draw him deeper, and Jake couldn’t help the surge of his hips as he pushed into her, filling her mouth with his pounding flesh. He was worried it was too much for her, but she didn’t try to pull away. He almost cried as she dug her hands into the firm muscles of his ass, pulling him to her, and it
was
 
too much. His hips thrust while he shot himself against the back of her clinging throat in a powerful stream. She made a startled sound of shock, nearly choking, and then he could feel her mouth working and knew she was eagerly swallowing down every drop. It was so outrageously sexy, coming down her throat; he just kept going and going, unable to stop the surging flow.

When the last drops of warm, salty fluid finally pulsed free, she released the tight suction of her mouth and cleaned him with slow, soft strokes of her tongue.

It killed him. It was too sweet, and he felt the hot tears that had been burning behind his eyes spill free.  She licked his balls, the length of his sensitive shaft, and pressed the sweetest of kisses to the tip of his still hard cock, as if thanking him for being so insatiable.

And all the while he cried silently into her cunt, lapping at the glistening, warm drops of cream sliding from her body, wondering how in the hell he’d ever survived without her.

Wondering how he’d find the will to go on if this weekend didn’t end the way he planned.

And wondering what it was going to take to convince her to finally follow her heart, instead of her mind.

Chapter 8

They nuzzled and sighed and held tight to each other, their bodies twisted awkwardly atop the wrecked cotton sheets. When Jake had regained some modicum of control, he surrendered gracefully to the lust still roiling through his blood. They were already two fantasies down with thousands to go, but he decided on one of his favorites for their next tumble into the sublime.

Standing beside the bed on wobbly legs, he leaned down and scooped Taylor’s still trembling body into his arms, loving her so much he just wanted to squeeze her tight and tell her in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t ever getting away from him. Not even heaven or hell could keep him away from her

now.

But Taylor’s strength of character was too strong, almost as strong as her heart was fragile, and he was too much in love with her to risk it. Which left him where at this point? Keeping her at his sexual mercy, pulsing with pleasure until she conceded they were made for one another and gave him what he wanted? And what he wanted was the promise that he’d never have to live another day of his life without her. Never fall asleep without her warm little body draped over his skin. Never wake up without her lying beside him, soft and sweet and sexy, waiting to share her day and her body and her love. God, he wanted it so bad he could taste it just as clearly as he could taste the lingering sweetness of her cream on his tongue.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her through the now watery darkness, the first burst of a violent rainstorm beginning to beat a seductive rhythm against the far wall of windows.

“Where are we going?” she mumbled sleepily against his neck, loving the way his naked body felt  against her own as he moved, muscles shifting and bunching in a provocative, masculine dance beneath  the silky, hair-covered skin. There was a smile in her voice as she added, “I seriously hope you’re not  thinking of walking out of this room, because we’re both still naked.”

“Yeah, I know,” he whispered gruffly, leaning down to scrape his teeth along the sweetly sensitive  tendon that connected her neck and shoulder. He shifted her in his arms, rubbing skin against skin. “I’m  not likely to miss a thing like that, honey, especially when it’s your sweet little body all naked and soft  in my arms.”

With one hand, he grabbed a bath towel and shook it out over the cold bathroom counter, protecting her precious backside from the cold tiles as he sat her down. He kept her within the circle of his arms

though, afraid she’d bolt once they stopped making physical contact. Instead of blinding them with the  bright fluorescent overhead, he flicked on the dim night light, casting the nude angles and planes of her  body in a shadowy glow, accentuating the delicate slopes and curves.

As a male animal, Jake had always appreciated the beauty of a woman’s body, the wonderfully evocative differences that set it apart from a man’s. And he’d held more than a few beautiful figures against his own over the years, taken what temporary comfort he could find in the physical release they were willing to offer, but none had ever affected him the way Taylor’s fey little form did.

There was an inherent perfection to Taylor that called to him on every level as a man. He didn’t know how to explain it, but it’d always been there, binding and unbreakable, strong enough to survive betrayal and separation and years of agonizing hopelessness. It was emotional, spiritual, and most definitely physical. And now that he knew exactly what it felt like to become a part of her, to mount her and penetrate her and fuck her delicate little cunt into heart-stopping oblivion, he hungered for it the way a zealot sought the divine.

She was no longer a want, but a necessity.

No longer a hunger, but an addiction that demanded to be fed.

She stared up at him in the soft light and shadows, her big brown eyes wide and watchful. She didn’t know what to expect from him, and Jake wondered if it was best to keep her guessing, at least until he’d had a chance to prove himself. But he still didn’t have a clue how to do it! He’d told her to pack her bags that morning, but she’d brought only one small case and a brown art satchel.

She’d packed for a weekend, not a lifetime.

That meant he had but a handful of days to convince her that what he wanted from her was a forever, as in till death do them part, without exception, instead of a quick sexual fling to get an old itch scratched. And there was no better time to start than now.

She opened her mouth, but he silenced whatever she was going to say with a deep, hungry thrust of his tongue, eating at the sweet, moist cavern like a man—well, like a man starved for the taste of the woman he loved. His hands found her breasts again, the large, calloused palms swallowing the graceful mounds, massaging and reshaping them until she moaned into his mouth.

Then his long fingers dipped inside of her, collecting her cream and his own. He’d filled her up when he came into her, and for the first time in his life, he’d loved tasting himself in a woman when they’d sixty-nined. It was just another act of possession, a way of claiming her, putting his mark on her, and he hungered for it, craving the way they tasted together. He broke the kiss and brought his fingers greedily to his mouth, licked them clean, and knew he needed more.

“Shit, I can’t wait,” he grunted, pressing her back against the glass. He pushed her knees wide and bent  down, shoving his face straight into the dripping pink folds of her pussy, rooting with his tongue for  more of their flavor.