Stolen Hearts (5 page)

Alex pushed the cups from her breasts, moving away from her so he could yank the sweater and shell she wore up higher so he could stare at her bare skin.

His dark eyes glittered in the faint light of the moon from the open window. “Take the sweater off.”

Without hesitation, she lifted her upper body as best she could and whipped the sweater and shell off in one movement, throwing the offending garments on the floor.

“Ah, God, you’re so beautiful.” He cupped her breasts once more, thumbs flickering across her nipples and she closed her eyes, lost to his touch.

When his mouth closed around her nipple she cried out, sinking her hands in his thick hair, holding him to her. His lips tugged and pulled, his wet tongue swirling around her turgid nipple and she whimpered. Wanting more but not quite sure how to ask for it.

He moved to her other nipple and gave it the same glorious treatment, his hands skimming down her stomach, hovering just at the waistband of her skirt. Her stomach tingled in anticipation, her panties already saturated, and she opened her eyes to watch.

The neglected nipple pointed in the air, rosy and so hard, glistening in the moonlight. His dark head moved over her chest, sucking and nibbling her other nipple, big hands moving all over her upper body, claiming her, making her ache with need.

“We need to get rid of this.” Alex tugged on the band of her skirt, fingers slipping beneath it.
“Now.”

She eagerly reached for the button on the side and undid it, sliding the zipper down. Reaching out to help her, his hands slid the skirt past her hips, down her legs until she was able to kick the garment off. He straddled her, sitting up so he could stare down at her and she didn’t move, eyes wide open, not shying from his blatant observation.

“I can’t believe I’m here.
With you.”
His hands drifted over her body, his gaze following their path, his expression filled with admiration. “You’re so beautiful, so elegant.”

Her cheeks grew hot with embarrassment and she shook her head, startled by his words. “No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.” Alex began to unbutton his shirt, undoing each button one by one, slowly revealing a broad, muscular chest. “You’re the classiest woman I’ve ever met.”

Celeste could only stare in fascination as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it off his wide shoulders. Her mouth literally watered at the sight of his well-developed
pecs
covered with a soft smattering of dark hair, his flat, rippled abs. He must work
out,
do hard labor or something along those lines. He could probably crush puny Johnny with his bare hands.

“Are you okay? You’re looking at me funny.” His brows furrowed, his lips twisting in question.

“You’re just so—
wow
.” She waved her hand in his general direction, couldn’t help but notice the discreet beading of his tiny nipples. The temptation to circle her tongue around each one was strong but she held herself in check. Just lay there waiting for him, more than ready to feel his bare skin pressed against her, his legs tangling with hers.

Even though he still wore his pants.
Unfortunately.

“I should take these off.” As if he could read her mind, he tore himself away from her to stand next to the bed, his hands going for the waistband of his trousers.

A man stripping in front of her by the dim light of the moon was the ultimate fantasy she hadn’t even known she had. Her breath lodged in her throat while she watched him take the rest of his clothes off. Strong, hairy thighs were slowly revealed, along with his dark gray boxer briefs. Her gaze zeroed in on his package and a startled cry erupted from her.

Celeste had thought his erection impressive when he pressed it against her earlier but now, seeing its length strain against the thin fabric of his underwear…

Mind-boggling, to say the least.

He kept his underwear on when he rejoined her on the bed and she sighed in pleasure at the initial contact of skin on skin. Blazing hot, hair-roughened skin caused a delicious friction against her own, making her shiver.

“You feel good,” he murmured, his voice like smooth silk rippling over her skin.

“So do you.” Her arms slid around him, fingers splaying across his back, searching.

If she was only going to have this one adventure-filled night with this man, then she was going to take full advantage of it. She wanted to do it all, see it all,
taste
it all.

All with Alex.

Nuzzling her neck, his lips were warm and damp as they pressed a trail of kisses along her sensitive skin. She lifted her chin, allowing him better access and he took it, his teeth nipping, tongue licking, making her squirm and giggle.

“You like that?”

“I seem to like anything you do,” she said on a sigh, for once in her life not embarrassed to say something like that. Screw it. She’d been reading
Cosmo
lately. She needed to start asking for what she wanted in bed. Why not start tonight?

More than anything, she wanted to have an orgasm while a man was inside her. Something she’d only done a couple times with previous sexual partners. Oh she’d faked it more than once. Almost every single time—but she was done with that. No more fakes allowed in her bed.

Celeste had a feeling Alex was the perfect candidate to bring her to orgasm while buried deep inside her. Just the thought of it made her tremble in anticipation and her panties were beyond soaked.

He slid down her body, raining kisses all over her skin, paying close attention to her breasts once more. His hands skimmed the outline of her body, smoothing along her waist, over her hips, across the tops of her thighs. Fingers brushed against the front of her panties and she held her breath, shifting beneath his touch, dying for him there.

As if knowing exactly what she wanted he moved lower, his hot
mouth pressing
against the sensitive skin of her stomach, tongue dipping inside her navel. She smiled, tilting her head forward to watch and her heart swelled with eagerness at the sight.

Alex’s face was directly above her panty-clad sex, his hot breath puffing against the cotton and she swore she grew even wetter. Legs widening to accommodate him, she waited breathlessly, arching upward when his fingers hooked around the sides of her underwear, allowing him to slide them down.

“Hmm, so wet,” he said, his hand clutching the fabric as he pulled the panties off her legs.

Wetter than it had ever been in her life, her pussy positively tingled in anticipation, waiting for him to stroke her there. And when he finally did, her eyes slid closed in ecstasy, a tiny moan escaping her when a finger brushed against her extended clit.

“God, Celeste.” His voice was positively ragged, the sound of it thrilling her. His fingers worked magic between her legs, searching her folds, one,
then
two thick fingers pushing deep inside. “You’re so tight.”

Moving slow and sure, his fingers were a sensuous push and pull within her body and she moved with him, arms drifting over her head, upper body arching. A cool breeze from the open window brushed across her hard nipples, making them ache even more.

With an appreciative murmur his head dipped, mouth nuzzling her outer lips and her head turned from side to side, overcome with the sensation of his mouth on her pussy.

Alex’s tongue swiped her clit, teasing it, running down the entire length of her slit. Big hands pushed at her inner thighs, widening her legs even more for his gentle assault.

Always too uncomfortable before to let a man go down on her, she’d suffered in silence before, always pulling her partner away before he could complete the act. Now all she could think was—
finally
. What had she been afraid of, why so self-conscious? She had always been so sexually repressed.
So damn
boring
.

Celeste didn’t know why she’d led such a dull life, didn’t have an answer at all. But she knew one thing for sure…

She was glad she was sharing all of this with Alex.

All thoughts of her past disappeared in an instant when he drew her clit between his lips, his tongue tapping against it in an insistent rhythm. She pressed her groin to his mouth, grinding against him, unable to help herself. Her limbs started to quake, her belly tightening in preparation for orgasm and she reveled in it, her entire body pulled taut, ready for it to take over.

How lovely she didn’t have to work for it so hard like normal. All it took was Alex’s wonderful hands and skillful mouth to bring her to climax in mere minutes.

His fingers picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of her, his tongue lightning quick as it slashed against her clit and she let loose a keening cry. A wave of sensation crashed over her body, her inner walls constricting over and over again around his fingers, her womb rippling with the force of her orgasm. Alex rode it out with her, his fingers slowing, mouth releasing her clit though his tongue still softly licked.

“Beautiful,” she swore she heard him murmur and then he was above her, kissing her, the taste of her juices still on his beautiful lips. His insistent cock probed at her entry and panic suddenly smacked her sensible mind awake.

Pushing against the solid wall of his chest, she gazed up at him with hope surely shining in her eyes.

“You have a condom, right?
Right?”

* * * * *

Alex’s lids slammed closed, his entire face crinkling in concentration. Shit, did he have a condom? Hell if he could remember.
Maybe a spare in his wallet?

For the love of all things womanly soft and naked, he sure as hell hoped so.

“Do you, Alex?” Her fingers rubbed against his chest, nails scraping, and his skin broke out in gooseflesh.

Her touch was like a balm that soothed his soul. Corny shit but hell it was true. He wondered if it was just because he hadn’t had sex in so long but deep down, he didn’t think so. It was the woman beneath him that touched him so.

“Uh,
lemme
check my back pocket.” Reluctantly he lifted himself away from her, went to where his pants lay crumpled on the floor and dug his wallet out of the back pocket. Flipping it open, he searched, heart tightening in his chest at the thought that there wasn’t a condom in there.

Ah, there it is.
He plucked the tiny foil package from the depths of his wallet, waving it at her with satisfaction.

“Only one, babe.
We’re
gonna
have to make this last.”

Her eyes darkened considerably, pretty little mouth parting and she crossed her arms over her chest. What a shame. She had the most gorgeous breasts he’d probably ever seen. Nice and full, not too big, not too small and not a drop of silicone or saline in them.

Most of the beautiful women who’d graced his bed in the past had fake boobs.
Nearly every single one of them.
It was ridiculous but something he’d eventually gotten used to. Hell, when a man had a nice pair of tits in his face he usually didn’t complain, real or no.

But Celeste was one hundred percent genuine. She had the softest skin too, like satin, and so fragrant. Her scent would linger in his senses long after he was gone, he knew.

“Hurry,” she whispered, big eyes pleading, voice trembling.

Tossing his wallet on top of his pants, he hopped onto the bed, pinning her beneath him. Her breath came in quick spurts, her chest rising and falling rapidly, causing her peaked nipples to brush against his chest hair.

God that felt good. Everything about her felt good. He didn’t know if he could ever get enough. Not the kind of thoughts a man had about a quick fling.

Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply through his nose. Shit, this was a quick fling he shouldn’t even be indulging in. He would only hurt this woman. And what if his father found out? He’d never hear the end of it, could only imagine what his dad would say.
Great, you banged the broad and then you stole the bracelet from her? And now she can identify you…hell, can identify your
dick
in a penis lineup? What the fuck is wrong with you?

Alex had no idea what was wrong with him.

Gentle fingers stroked his cheek and he opened his eyes, watching in amazement as Celeste searched his face with her fingers. She touched his jaw, ran her index finger down his nose,
traced
his lips. Opening his mouth, he drew her finger inside, swirling his tongue around the tip.

She moaned and he sucked her finger deeper, loving her taste, remembering how responsive she’d been when he’d buried his face in her creamy cunt. The little sounds she’d made, the way her pussy contracted around his fingers when she came, all of it drove him straight over the edge.

Made him want to ram himself deep inside her right now.

Moving away from her, he tore open the little package still clutched in his hand and sheathed
himself
with trembling fingers. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman made him shake. He poised himself at her entrance, his cock brushing against her swollen pussy lips and she arched against him, trying to take him in.

“Easy, baby, let me take my time. I don’t want to hurt you.” He tested her depths with his
fingers,
found her more than wet enough to make his entry easy. She was just so damn tight though, and he wasn’t bragging but hell…

He was big.
Thick.
Had been told that more than once in his life.

She whimpered in frustration. “You’re teasing me.”

“This is just as hard for me as it is for you, trust me.” He chuckled at his double entendre.

Her engorged folds surrounded him, welcoming him inside and he entered her tight hole slowly, the soft suctioning of her body around the head of his cock making his eyes cross.

“Please,” she
whispered,
her voice harsh with need and he understood.

He was just as needy as she was, he was sure.

Celeste was so small though and the last thing he wanted to do was bring her pain. He wanted to make this good for her, make this good for them both. If he just plunged in, buried himself balls-deep then surely he would come in an instant. Just feeling her hot, tight walls surround the tip of his cock was enough to make him blast his load.