Roping the Wind (10 page)
‘You are rude, crude and totally obsessive in your single-minded pursuit of sex.’
‘Hey, you were rude right back. And as for the sex, of course I’m single-minded, I’m a guy. I’ve been planning what I’m going to do to you since I left you last weekend.’
She closed her mouth and a faint flush of pink heated her cheeks. Damn she was easy. Emboldened, he leant forward and covered her hand with his own.
‘If you come up to my apartment, I’ll show you how I cut my hand.’
She swallowed, her fingers moving restlessly under his. ‘I’m not sure if I’m ready to see your apartment yet. This is only our second date.’
He grinned. ‘Hell, you tried to get me into bed on our first one.’
She snatched her hand away. ‘Trust you to bring that up. I regretted it the moment I said it.’
He held her gaze. ‘Yeah, right. You didn’t miss me stripping you naked and sinking my cock into you at all, did you? You didn’t miss me going down on you and making you come with my mouth and fingers, either?’
She leant into him, her breathing uneven. ‘Damn you, Jay Turner. Don’t do this to me in public.’
He slid his hand onto her knee and up her thigh. ‘What? Turn you on? It’s too late, honey. I bet when I touch your pussy, you’ll already be wet for me.’ Sometimes he couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth or that he had the nerve to say them to Dr Helen. He winked at her. ‘I promise to behave myself.’
‘I don’t believe that for a minute.’
She studied him for a long moment and finished her drink. ‘All right then.’ She sighed. ‘Show me your apartment.’
His satisfied smile should have made her wary but it only served to add more heat to her slow-gathering arousal. He was right, she was already wet and ready for him. As soon as he stood next to her she wanted to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin under her hands, to have him wrap his arms around her and hold her close. Was she really that easy?
After she paid the bill, he slid off the seat and held out his hand.
‘Come on. It’s not far.’
Bemused, she allowed him to lead her to the bank of elevators. Inside the elevator, he slid a card into the slot.
‘You live here?’
‘Yeah.’
She frowned as he leant back against the wall and watched the floor numbers fly by. This was one of the most expensive places to live in the city. ‘Are you sure?’
His eyebrows rose. ‘Yeah.’
The elevator pinged on the top floor and opened onto a wide lobby with two doors. Jay slid his card through the second door and held it open. ‘Come on in.’
Helen stepped tentatively into the apartment. Was he squatting? Would she find his furniture consisted of a blow-up mattress and a couple of cardboard cartons?
She moved forward into the huge open space, a symphony of rich dark brown, granite and steel. Definitely not a woman’s idea of home. In the center of the room, three black leather couches formed a semicircle facing a huge plasma TV. A modern recliner and a glass coffee table completed the contemporary industrial look. Behind the TV, floor-to-ceiling glass windows revealed a balcony beyond.
‘Do you like it?’ Jay remained by the door, his arms folded over his chest.
‘It’s very masculine.’
‘My brother’s definitely a macho dude, although I doubt he picked out this stuff himself. He has an interior designer to do that crap for him.’
‘It’s your brother’s apartment?’
He walked forward and headed to the kitchen, which took up the rest of the space. ‘My half-brother. I have several but Gray’s the successful one in the family.’
‘I can see that.’
He laughed, the sound harsh. ‘I can introduce you if you like. He’d be perfect for you.’
Helen returned his smile with interest. ‘Why don’t you do that?’
In an instant, he changed direction and crossed the space between them. He put his hands on her shoulders. ‘Because you’re mine and I don’t share.’
She raised her head to look him in the eye. His gaze held a possessive glint that should’ve made her mad but simply made her hot. It would be so easy just to give in and let him ravish her.
He turned her around, his hands steady at her waist. ‘Have you seen the view?’ He guided her back toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined the fourth wall of the penthouse. She gasped as the city came into view beneath her, the bay in the distance, the ferry lights dancing on the water.
‘Wow, it’s fabulous.’
His hands slid up to cover her breasts. ‘Yeah, it’s great.’ He started unbuttoning her blouse. She didn’t stop him. She rested her hands on the glass, palms flat against the cold surface as he unhooked her bra. His fingers closed on her nipples and he squeezed them hard.
‘I like this view better though. Your tits in my hands, your nipples hardening between my fingers.’
She looked down as he continued to fondle her breasts, his big muscular body pressing her closer to the glass. Their reflections were so intertwined she couldn’t separate them. She felt the heat and strength of his erection prod her buttocks.
‘Can anyone see us up here?’
He nuzzled her neck and then licked it. ‘I hope so.’
His hands slid down her arms and undid the cuffs of her blouse. It fell to the floor, followed by her bra. He made an appreciative noise low in his throat as he caressed her naked skin. ‘I didn’t have time to spend on your breasts before so now I’m going to make it up to them.’
He turned her in his arms until her back hit the glass window. He lowered his head and licked her right breast. She gasped as his mouth tugged at her nipple bringing it to a hard aching point. She forgot the cold glass as he warmed her with his mouth and tongue; she drove her hand into his thick hair and pushed his face closer to her breasts.
When he pulled away she was shaking. He held her gaze and slid his hand over her flat belly toward her skirt.
‘Pantyhose?’
She shook her head and he smiled.
‘Good.’ He slipped his hand under her skirt and stroked her cream satin thong. ‘I like to play here. Licking that narrow strip of satin and lace until you’ll be begging me to rip it off and fill you up with my cock.’
She jumped as his palm grazed the fabric over her clit. He rubbed two fingers slowly back and forth until she was wet and angling into his touch. He withdrew his fingers and took a few steps backward until he sat on the recliner. She watched as he smoothed a hand over the bulging front of his jeans.
‘I want your mouth on me,’ he said.
Helen didn’t even stop to consider whether she objected to his tone of command. She liked sucking men’s cocks. She always had. There was something about servicing a man that way that made her feel horny and powerful. She loved the sensation of the crown of a man’s cock at the back of her throat, the fear that she wouldn’t be able to take it all, the exquisite sensation when he finally came.
She knelt between his outstretched thighs and worked the buttons on his jeans. His body was tense, his breathing ragged. She sighed when she revealed his cock. He was just as big as gossip insisted. His thick bulbous crown was already wet with pre-come.
‘Suck me, Helen.’
He shoved his jeans further down his thighs. She leant forward and licked him from tip to base. She kept up the little licks until he was dry and a new bubble of pre-come was forming at the top of his shaft. Her naked breasts grazed his jeans, stimulating her already hard nipples. His hands closed over her breasts, pulling her even closer, making his shaft thrust against her lips.
She took him into her mouth in one clean motion. He was long and thick and fit perfectly. He groaned as his cock bumped the back of her throat. She kept swallowing, easing him further down and fighting her gag reflex to take him deep.
‘Damn, I won’t last long if you keep that up.’
One of his hands left her breast and fisted in her hair as she sucked him hard. He filled her so well that she could feel every slight movement of his cock, the frantic beat of his pulsing blood and the swell and rise of his come. He tasted of leather and cowboy.
She slid her hands around his back, pulling his jeans further down until she could grab his hard ass and keep him close. He tried to move his hips in short sharp jerky movements but was hampered by her tight grip on his shaft.
‘Jeez, Helen, let me . . .’
She dug her fingernails into his skin as his come exploded into her mouth. She swallowed fast to keep it all down but she didn’t mind. It was enough that he was so turned on.
When she sat back, his eyes were closed and his head rested on the back of the recliner.
‘I have to tell you, doc, you sure know what to do with a man’s cock.’
‘So I’ve been told.’
Helen licked her lips and Jay opened one eye. Before she could move away, he caught her around the waist and swung her up onto the couch, reversing their positions. As soon as her back touched the smooth leather, he caught her wrists in one hand, drew them over her head and crawled between her legs.
She moaned as he bent his head and nuzzled her soaking wet thong with his nose. He released her hands but she left them where he’d placed them. He tongued her clit through the silk and she arched into his mouth, seeking his touch, desperate to be allowed to come.
His fingers worked on the fastenings of her skirt, leaving her in just thigh-high stockings and her thong. She lay still as he studied her, one of his fingers gently brushing her sex.
He pushed her legs wider, opening her to his gaze.
‘I like sucking too. And biting and licking.’
He lowered his head and tugged at her thong with his teeth, slipping his tongue under the fabric, each flick an electric shock on her sensitive flesh.
‘Please, Jay.’
He didn’t bother to answer, his entire attention focused on what he was doing to her sex. He used one finger to hold the thong to one side as he licked her thoroughly from clit to anus. The lush wet sounds of his mouth and his approving murmurs made Helen writhe and buck her hips.
As he slid two fingers inside her, his teeth grazed her clit and she jumped. He pumped his fingers back and forth while continuing to attend to her clit. God, she was so close to coming. If he would only move his fingers a bit faster. She tried to encourage him by rocking her hips but he kept up the slow regular plunge and withdrawal.
Her excitement climbed to another level and she slid her hand down to his head. She almost screamed as he pulled away from her. Her fingers clenched around strands of his blond hair. He looked up at her, his lips wet with her cream, his grin laced with pure lust. Using one finger, he pulled her thong down her legs.
His cock was erect again and thrust toward his navel. He dug a hand in his pocket and pulled out a condom packet.
‘Put this on for me, honey. Do it real slow.’
Too turned on to care how she looked, Helen sat up, pushed him onto his back and ripped the snaps of his shirt open to bare his chest. After a short struggle, she threw the shirt behind her. His grin widened as she straddled him and held out her hand for the condom.
‘You’re a take-charge kind of woman, aren’t you?’
‘Tonight I am.’
She opened the packet and took her time sliding the thin latex over his straining shaft. His erratic breathing told her how much he enjoyed her attention. She finished covering him and knelt up.
Jay wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, the other rested on Helen’s hip. ‘Ride me, doc, make me come.’
She allowed the wide crown of his cock to penetrate her, holding his gaze, making him wait. He felt good. Solid and thick and so hot that she wanted to come immediately.
‘Take more.’
His hoarse command made her smile. She bent to kiss his mouth. ‘There’s no rush. That’s the trouble with you youngsters, no staying power.’
He groaned as she used her internal muscles to squeeze the two inches of his cock that were inside her.
‘Take all the time you want, darlin. I was only thinking of you.’
He breathed deeply, defining the tight physique of his abs. She allowed herself to sink down further on his shaft. God, he was delicious. She hadn’t felt this full since her first few fucks with Cory as a teenager. She slid one hand down between them and stroked the base of his shaft and his balls.
‘I didn’t get to suck your balls.’
His cock jerked inside her. ‘What?’
‘I didn’t get to lick and suck your balls this time. I’ll make it up to you. I love rolling those smooth globes around my tongue.’
‘You are a dangerous woman.’
‘Only if you scare me.’
His mouth quirked up at one corner. ‘I’ll bear that in mind when you have the family jewels in your mouth. We wouldn’t want you biting off more than you could chew now, would we?’
She sank down fully on his cock and his smile disappeared. He grabbed her hips and rolled her over the side of the recliner. She squeaked as her back hit the suede rug. He was still buried deep inside her, his balls pressed high against her sex.
He reared back and slid his hands under her knees, pulling them up until her ankles were over his shoulders.
‘Now let’s see who’s got stamina.’
At this acute angle there was very little she could do to stop him thrusting hard and deep to her very core. His weight controlled her movement, his hips drove into her without pause, hitting the sweet spot of her clit with every long full stroke.
The intensity of his thrusts and her inability to stop him made her wild. She bucked and fought against him but nothing stopped his fast pace, not even her pleas for him to slow down. Sweat gleamed on his muscled torso as he worked his hips, his intent gaze never leaving her face.
Her climax crashed over her with such intensity that she screamed. He didn’t stop pounding into her, leading her to a level of arousal she’d never experienced before. She came again and this time he groaned and climaxed with her, his hips ramming into her as his cock released his come in long pulsing streams.
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