Strung Out (4 page)

With the last button undone, she tugged his shirt off. Her mouth went suddenly dry. She’d been wrong about what he looked like beneath his clothing, so wrong. Whatever she’d thought, whatever she might have imagined. The truth was much better.

His skin had a faint golden hue, as if he spent a good amount of time outdoors without a shirt. His shoulders were broad, muscular, his arms covered in downy soft, dark hair. His chest was smooth, hairless, his nipples erect.

Leaning forward, Talia tasted one, wrapping her tongue around the tiny bud before testing it with her teeth. He went rigid, his eyes sliding shut as his teeth ground together.

His belly was flat, the twin grooves on either side of his abdomen disappearing into the waistband of his slacks. A trail of dark hair began just beneath his navel before arrowing down, enticing her to follow.

She sank to the floor, her fingers gripping the waist of Erik’s slacks. She wanted this moment, this powerful act of intimacy. Lifting her eyes, she met his steady gaze.

“May I?”

Could she?

Erik struggled to keep himself under wraps. It would be the purest form of waste to lose control of his lust and spurt his seed like an inexperienced teen. He managed to nod his approval of her plan before being forced to focus all of his concentration on remaining upright.

The angle was incredible. Talia knelt before him on the floor. A long section of her sable hair draped over her face, obscuring his view. Growling, he reached down and stabbed his fingers into the soft mass, pulling it aside. The sight it revealed was spectacular.

The throbbing head of his cock disappeared into her warm mouth, sliding over her wet tongue until he felt the caress of the back of her throat. Her blue eyes were smoky with passion as she suckled him, making wet noises of pleasure. She pulled his cock from her mouth with a soft
pop
and laved her tongue around the head, paying special attention to the sensitive flange.

He locked his legs to keep from collapsing. Heat built in his buttocks, trickling down the backs of his legs as he fought for control. A bead of precum glistened on the tip of his cock. She sucked it gently, drawing the moisture into her mouth. She made a low sound of pleasure, the vibrations thrumming pleasantly along his hardness.

“No more,” he grunted, gently using the hand fisted in her hair to pull her up.

Talia whimpered. Her lips were plump and wet from the blowjob she’d given him, her face alight with passion. Unable to stop himself, Erik kissed her.

The world caught fire when their lips met. Teeth bumped as they both fought for control. Their tongues dueled, the scent and taste of him already present in her mouth. He slanted his mouth over hers, fighting for dominance, wanting her to know who it was that demanded her passionate response.

Tilting her head back, he trailed kisses along her jawline, pausing in the hollow beneath her ear before continuing down the smooth column of her throat. She gasped and trembled against him, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He spun her around, pressing her hard against his chest, thrusting his cock against her backside. One hand found the clasp of her bra and deftly released the twin mounds before flinging the garment aside.

Her gorgeous breasts spilled into his hands. Still pressing wet kisses to the base of her neck, Erik kneaded their warmth in his palms. His thumbs flicked over her nipples. They beaded, standing at attention and begging for more.

“Do you like this, Talia?” Erik growled against the soft skin of her shoulder.

“Yes.”

He squeezed harder, rolling the distended points between his fingers until she writhed against him. “Do you want more?”

“Yes!”

“Take off your panties, Talia. Let me see that beautiful ass.”

She wasted no time sliding the flimsy black lace panties to the floor. She now stood before his naked body in only her silk stockings and high heels. Erik’s cock throbbed painfully as his desire ratcheted up another notch.

His lungs had forgotten how to draw a full breath. “I want you on hands and knees. Now.”

He fought for control as he watched her walk the two steps to her bed without hesitation and climb up. Settling her body on hands and knees, she arched her back and presented him with an eyeful of her wet pussy.

“Please fuck me, Erik,” she begged.

Every one of his senses told him she was ready. And still he waited. She wriggled a little, trying to entice him without words. He fought the urge to grab her hips and sink his cock deep into her pussy.

“Please, just touch me. I’m so close!”

Touch her? He didn’t need to slip his fingers into her slit to know she was wet and ready.

He lightly rested his hand on her right ass cheek. She wriggled again. A few centimeters to one side and he’d brush her wet slit. The tremor of her body told him it would only take a touch to make her come apart.

He moved his hand a fraction closer. “You want it bad, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please,” she moaned, questing against him like a cat in heat.

His hand spread her cleft, baring her hot pussy to the cool air. She sucked in a deep breath just as his fingers made one long sweep over her engorged labia.

Her cream was everywhere, dripping from her cunt, coating the insides of her thighs and now covering the fingers he used to slide in a slow, deliberate rhythm through the cleft of her pussy. Top to bottom, anus to clitoris, he carefully avoided the sensitive hood of her clit as he fucked her deliberately with his hand.

Her hips rocked, and he knew she desperately wanted to achieve climax.

“Do you want me, Talia?”

Her pussy undulated against his hand. “Yes!”

The bed dipped as he positioned himself behind her. He braced himself, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock slide balls deep into her slick channel.

He fit the head of his cock to her pussy with agonizing care. Sliding his hands to her hips, he paused. Sweat beaded on his brow as he forced himself to slow down. It would do no good to lose himself as soon as he pushed inside her hot sheath.

But he couldn’t wait. He needed her hot, wet embrace now. The scent of her sweetness surrounded him, coating first his cock and then his balls as he fucked her. Erik thrust again and again against her rounded ass, pulling out only far enough to plunge back inside.

She whimpered beneath him, her pussy growing unbelievably tighter as she raced toward orgasm. Pressure built in the back of his head. Stars swirled behind his eyelids as he chased Talia’s climax. She stiffened beneath him, back arching more fiercely, a keening wail filling the room as she came in a rush of creamy arousal.

Erik shouted, coming on a groan as he plunged one last time into her hot sheath before spilling his seed. Thrusting hard, he wrapped her in his arms and fell sideways onto her bed, cradling her against his chest, his cock still inside her soft pussy.

Talia was afraid to move. Her feelings were all jumbled. She should’ve been horrified by what she’d done. Less than five hours ago she’d broken off her engagement to Dylan. Now she was curled against Erik’s naked warmth like a contented kitten. It shouldn’t have been so wonderful. It shouldn’t have felt so right.

“Sweet, talented Talia. Until this moment I never believed the things I heard about music geeks.”

“Wow, do you always sweet-talk your women when you’re done with them?”

He pressed a kiss to her neck. “Who says I’m done with you?”

A renegade chill stole down her spine. She stifled a groan. How could she be ready again so soon? She wasn’t usually that horny. Not that her sex life with Dylan had been anything to get excited about. His arrogance carried over into every aspect of his existence.

“What are you thinking?” he murmured beside her ear.

“That I should throw you out of my loft for completely botching the protection issue.” She paused to wonder how she’d managed to so thoroughly lose her head over a guy she barely knew. “And assuming you don’t take home a different girl every night of the week, pregnancy isn’t something I’m ready for.”

He shrugged in the darkness. “I figured you were on the pill. You don’t strike me as being ready for motherhood.”

A burst of indignation flashed through Talia. She was on the pill, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t ready for motherhood. Of course she wanted to be a mother, as soon as the time was right and she found the perfect guy. Her mind leaped into a likely scenario: a little girl sitting at the piano, her brother across the room with his violin. Both with her blue eyes and his thick, dark hair…

What the fuck. You can’t have maternal fantasies that include a one-night stand!

“A one-night stand with you doesn’t mean I won’t settle down and raise a family with someone else,” she told him stiffly.

“You know, I think that’s the first time a woman has ever called me her one-night stand to my face.”

“Oh sorry; are they usually saying it the next morning when you’ve mysteriously disappeared from their bedrooms?”

He growled, the sound strangely erotic. Flipping her to her back, Erik leaned down and captured her lips in a bruising kiss.

He wasn’t like any man she’d ever known. He’d only come a few minutes ago, but his cock was already getting hard. He obviously wanted to have sex again. But the strange part was that she did too. The sweet scent of sex clung to everything around them, and it drove her senses crazy.

He settled himself between her legs, nudging them farther apart to accommodate his bulk. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

She took a breath to answer, but before she could say yes and throw him out of her apartment, Erik slid his cock into her wet pussy. Her words caught on a gasp. Even in the near pitch-black of the room, she could see him watching her.

He thrust hard, and her pussy made a wet noise. “You were saying?”

Her hands settled on his biceps, fingers digging into the skin. If she’d been going to argue, she couldn’t remember what it was about. “I was?”

“That’s what I thought.”

He thrust again, rearing back and lifting her legs over his shoulders to gain deeper access to her body.

“God, you’re tight, Talia.”

“How”—her sharply indrawn breath interrupted her question—“how can you be ready again?”

He chuckled, his laughter reverberating around the room. “Sweetheart, my cock will
never
get enough of your tight little cunt.”

Her back arched involuntarily, thrusting her breasts toward him. Lowering his head, he caught one taut nipple in his mouth and tested it with his teeth. She moaned, tilting her head back to thrust her breast more insistently into his face.

He obliged, suckling hard on the warm flesh, biting her nipple until she gasped. Releasing the hard bud, he moved to its twin. His touch was intoxicating. She’d never experienced this intense desire before. It was as exhilarating as it was frightening.

“Erik, I think I’m coming,” she gasped.

“Come for me, Talia. Bring me over the edge with you.”

His thrusts created heat that pooled like fire at the base of her spine. Each stroke burned until her soft whimpers punctuated each rub of his thick shaft against her sheath. Her body slid from her control, flying into climax as he groaned and pushed deep inside. His cock pulsed, releasing hot jets of ejaculate as he pumped once, twice more into her body before rolling them both to one side and tucking her protectively against him.

What kind of slut took a stranger home, had wild, passionate monkey sex with him until neither of them could move, and then didn’t regret it? What was wrong with her? Why did snuggling next to Erik feel so damn right?

“Is it always like this?” Her voice sounded small and insecure to her own ears.

“Is what always like what?”

“This, us, the sex, everything.” Talia paused, wondering how to phrase her question and not feel like a naive idiot. “Is it always this easy?”

His chuckle rumbled through his chest, tickling her cheek. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted. But the answer is no.”

A strange lump formed in her belly. “You make it sound like you’ve had plenty of material for comparison.”

“Hey now, you’re the one who made me sound like an expert.”

“I’m sorry.”

His muscular arm squeezed her gently, and his lips pressed softly against her forehead. “Don’t be, sweetheart. God knows I deserve what I get.”

“I’m not.” Talia licked her lips nervously. “An expert, I mean. I don’t have much experience with this kind of thing.”

“I gathered that.”

She stiffened. “Every girl is entitled to a rebound.”

“I see. And that’s what I am?”

“Of course. Dylan and I were together a long time.” She felt bolder. “In fact, I think the longer your relationship was, the more rebounds you get. Right?”

“Am I the one-night stand expert or the relationship expert? You can’t have it both ways.”

An uncomfortable silence formed, wrapping her in a blanket of insecurity and making her wonder why she would bring home a stranger. It shouldn’t have mattered how inexplicably attracted she was to him. Erik Aasen was still a stranger.

“How long?” he rumbled, breaking through her self-condemnation.

“How long what?”

“How long were you and Dylan together?”

“The better part of three years, but we hadn’t been engaged long.”

She felt his body go rigid beside her. It was a curious reaction to such irrelevant information.

“When was the big day supposed to be?”

“I hadn’t set a date. I didn’t feel certain about him yet.”

“Good instincts.”

“I suppose.” Talia thought back to the reception and the blonde who’d demanded so much of Erik’s attention.

“What?” he prodded. “I can tell you’re gearing up to ask me something.”

“How can you tell that?”

He reached down, pulled her lower lip out of her mouth, and smoothed the frown lines between her eyes. “You’re thinking very hard.”

“There was a woman at the reception,” she began slowly. “You spent a lot of time with her.”

“Probably my sister, Desiree.”