Sway (10 page)

pressing her pussy into his face as

she pulled his hair and goddamn, he

loved it.

Slightly dazed from climax, her

inner muscles still jumping, Daisy

watched him stand, his lips shiny

from her pussy.

And then he flicked open a button

on his shirt and snagged her attention

again.

“Why don’t you undress me.” Not

a question. Not a request.

But it didn’t need to be. She stood

on slightly shaky legs and slid her

palms up the fine cotton of the shirt

until she got to the collar and began

to unbutton.

His chest was broad. Hairy but not

in a disgusting way. Threaded with

gray here and there, which only made

him a million times hotter.

She dragged her nails down that

gorgeous, hard chest, over his

nipples and rejoiced in his snarl of

pleasure when she did.

Unable to resist, she leaned

forward to take a taste, spreading the

shirt open wide to lick over his left

nipple and then his right. Left it

seemed, got more of a response so

she went back to flick her tongue

over it and scrape her teeth against it

as she pulled back.

He watched her, his expression

inscrutable. She caught her lip

between her teeth and walked behind

him to remove the shirt and fold it

carefully before placing it on the

back of a nearby chair. His back was

nearly as impressive as his front and

called to her hands and lips as she

paused to kiss and caress, sliding her

palms around to his waist where she

unbuckled his belt and pants, teasing

with little touches of her fingertips

and nails.

He turned suddenly, hauling her

close for a kiss.

With his hands on her, when he

was so sure and hard and in charge,

everything inside her seemed to

swell up, close to exploding. It was

so very much. She’d never felt this

way with anyone.

The kiss tasted of her, she thought

as he pulled back. His pupils seemed

to swallow his eye color, his

expression was intense as his gaze

slid to her breasts.

“I love that you’re pierced.”

She was sure glad of it.

“Can I take your pants off?” She

didn’t quite know why she asked,

only that it felt like she should. So

she did.

Then he slid a hand into her hair,

freeing the last of it from all the pins

she’d had holding it up. It fell around

her shoulders and then he pulled her

close again. By the hair. It sent a

freight train of sensation straight to

her nipples, which brushed against

his chest, the slightly wiry hair

abrading them just right.

“Yes. And then I want you on your

knees, my cock in that hot mouth of

yours.”

Why yes, thank you very much!

Her body seemed to electrify at that

suggestion.

She slid her hands down his

forearms before he let go so she

could get at his pants. Pausing, she

angled his arm to see the tattoo on the

inside. Something she’d missed

because everything else about his

body had snagged her attention.

History is written by the victors.

“I like that.”

He kissed her shoulder, tracing his

fingertips down her shoulder and

down her back as she got his pants

unzipped and went to her knees to get

them and his boxers down and off.

She stood again, folding and placing

them on the chair with his shirt

before turning back to take him in.

“Your back is beautiful,” he

murmured as she walked to him.

They could talk tattoos after.

She smiled her thanks and went to

her knees but he stopped her. “Wait.”

Moments later he sat on the other

chair in the room and placed a pillow

on the floor in front of himself. “It

won’t be as hard on your knees.”

How such a thing could disarm

her, she didn’t know. But it did and

she went with it, adjusting herself to

tuck the pillow beneath her knees. It

brought her up a little higher as well.

High enough to kiss along his flat

belly, down over rock hard thighs,

behind first one knee and the other.

She caressed every part of him she

could touch as she did.

But his cock was the main

attraction. Meaty and thick and so

hard it tapped his belly until she

licked up the stalk and then grasped

him at the root, angling to better take

as much of him as she could.

He groaned when she slid her lips

around the head and then down,

slowly, breathing through her nose as

she did.

He stroked over her hair as she

began to suck him off.

“Yes, that’s right. Keep my cock

wet. Suck it hard. That’s how I like

it.”

So she did it. Because she wanted

to please him. Wanted the hand

caressing over her hair to continue

that sweet and yet white-hot petting.

She reached down to her pussy to

get her fingers nice and wet and then

brought them to that place just behind

his balls, pressing and then sliding

down again to his asshole. He

grunted but widened his thighs so she

kept on, stroking over the hole and

slightly inside as she sucked his

cock.

He began to flex and thrust his

hips, fucking her mouth as she found

his prostate and pressed while she

stroked a circle against it. The

surface of his cock seemed to harden

in response; nearly electric, the

energy seemed to hum from him.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,

Daisy. And then we’ll have a

cocktail. Then I’m going to fuck you.”

She nodded around a mouthful of

his cock and took him deep, wanting

to make him feel good, wanting to

bring him pleasure in a way no one

else could.

It must have worked because he

growled, his fingers in her hair

tightening as he held her to him,

fucking himself into her, and then

came.

He hoped the cocktail would soothe

his nerves. God knew he needed

something to. Because Daisy Huerta

got right inside his defenses and had

curled herself around him.

And he didn’t have the strength or

will to push her out.

The woman in question padded

through his kitchen, making him a

drink. She’d volunteered, telling him

she’d make him something he’d

enjoy. And who was he to refuse?

“Where’d you learn how to make

drinks?” He considered getting one

of his robes for her. Totally naked, in

the full light of the room she was

even more stunning and clearly

comfortable with her state of undress.

She smiled, handing him a glass. “I

have a friend who owns a bar.

Sometimes he needs extra staffing so

I pop in when that happens. And my

parents are cocktail-hour people so I

just grew up around that. My mother

is one of those people who’s good at

everything. This is her recipe

actually. It’s a twist on a sidecar.”

He sipped and approved. Hearty.

Perfect for a cool evening.

“Are you cold? I have robes if you

like.” He took her hand and she

grabbed her glass, following him into

the living room.

“I have post-sex warmth still.

Unless you’d prefer it.”

He barked a laugh and when he

sat, she sat at his feet, her head

resting against his knee. He sucked in

a breath, unable to resist a caress

over her hair, dark and so soft. “It’s

safe to say I’m more than fine with

you being naked. I just didn’t want

you to get a chill.”

Turning her head, she looked him

up and down. “Thank you. I think you

should know that I find shirtless men

in worn jeans and bare feet to be one

of the sexiest things ever.”

That warmed him. “Thank you. So

tell me about your ink.”

“My dad’s family, my grandmother

and

grandfather,

were

first-

generation Americans. But when I

was a kid we went to Mexico a few

times every year to visit extended

family. Anyway, some of my very

first memories were of the colors in

my great-aunt’s house. Reds and

yellows, blues and greens. Bright and

vivid. It’s part of who I am.” She

brushed her fingers over the ink on

her shoulder and upper arm.

“The woman on your shoulder

reminds me of Frida Kahlo.”

“It’s actually based on a painting

my grandmother did.” The tattoo was

of a dark-haired woman, a flower

tucked behind her ear. Her face was

made up like a sugar skull. Flowers

and other bits and bobs, all Mexican

folk art, surrounded her, flowing to

her back in a spill of big red roses.

“When it’s totally finished, the

back will be a side view of a

woman, praying hands, flowing hair,

with a sugar skull face like the one on

my arm.”

“It’s beautiful work.”

“Thank you. The big piece on my

back is being done by the brother of a

friend. He owns a tattoo shop in

Seattle. I’m hoping to have it all done

by the end of next year. What about

your ink?” As far as she could tell he

only had the one on his forearm.

“Sometimes something happens

and you were there, but everyone

tells it differently and you begin to

wonder what the fuck is true

anymore. And the version most

people think is real is not always the

truth, but it doesn’t matter.”

“The importance is in the lesson?”

He nodded and she wondered what

it was he meant. What had happened

to him that made him mark himself as

a reminder.

“I think,” he said, placing his glass

on a nearby table, “you should ride

my cock.”

She grinned. “I think that’s a really

good idea.”

He pulled a condom from his

pocket. Thank goodness he had one

nearby. She had them in her bag of

course, but now she wouldn’t have to

move to get it.

“Why don’t you stand so I can get

those off?” She slid her hands up his

denim-covered legs.

“Out here?” He looked around.

“Unless you have other ideas.”

He looked to the bank of windows.

“Are you worried people will

see? Or do you hope they will?”

His pupils swallowed the color in

his eyes again as he visibly got

himself in check. She couldn’t deny

loving how it felt to affect him that

way.

He stood and she unbuttoned his

jeans, pulling them down so he could

step from them. But he didn’t sit right

away. He moved to the fireplace and

hit two switches. One turned the

overhead lights off and the other

turned the fireplace on, sending

warm, golden light through the room.

He did that for her.

“Your body is amazing.” She

twisted her nipple bar, noting the

way his gaze went to her fingers,

noting the way he straightened and

headed to her, his face very intent.

“Thank you. Coming from you

that’s quite a compliment. Does that

feel good?” He sat in a different

chair, this one a chaise of sorts.

“Yes.”

“Is your pussy wet?”

She nodded.

“Good. Come over here.”

She smiled and did it, grabbing the

condom and ripping it open. Kneeling

between his legs, she rolled it over

his fully revived cock. He had

awesome recovery time, she’d give

him that.

Straddling him, she reached back

and angled his cock, slowly sinking

down.

She had to go slow because he

was so fucking thick. He filled her

fully as she circled her hips to take

him. Bit by bit until he was in all the

way and she had to pause to catch her

breath.

“This is very, very good.” His

slow smile made her nipples harden

to nearly aching.

It was.

He might have been a very

experienced, very skilled man, but