Sweet Talk Boxed Set (Ten NEW Contemporary Romances by Bestselling Authors to Benefit Diabetes Research plus BONUS Novel) (43 page)

She was making him crazy. He’d been around the block plenty of times, and yet ten minutes with this woman had already taken him so far beyond anything he’d had with other lovers. It shouldn’t be possible. Hell, it shouldn’t even be
probable
. And yet he couldn’t deny it even if he wanted to.

“Tony, please, I need more.” He felt her hand slip between them before she cupped his balls over his jeans and squeezed. “More of
you
.”

A half-groan, half-growl escaped from his chest. “You keep that up and I won’t have the restraint needed to get us into the house.”

“Then let’s not go in.”

“It’s an oven in here, T. You’ll suffocate.”

“I don’t care.” Trish grabbed the sides of his face and pinned him with hungry eyes. “This feels too good. I don’t want to lose this feeling. I can’t, not yet.”

He heard what she wasn’t saying. She was afraid if they changed anything, whatever the reason her body was finally reacting as strongly as it should wouldn’t still work. He wasn’t about to get into that with her; she’d realize it on her own when sex felt better each time they came together and he learned her body and what it likes.

For now, he was more than happy taking her right where they sat. Tony reached behind her to twist the ignition a click and lower the windows several inches. They both sighed as a breeze bent and flowed around their bodies, cooling their heated skin.

“Better?” he asked as he nipped and kissed a path up her offered neck.

“Mmmm, much, thank you.”

“Welcome.” He cut his reply short, not wanting to waste the extra beat it would take to say the additional syllable before he claimed her mouth with a searing kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled them together so her breasts mashed to his chest. Losing themselves in the moment again, any sensations that had slowed to a simmer from their brief pause were again climbing to mercurial levels.

“Anthony Joseph,” she snapped out between harsh breaths, “if you don’t get your pants off in the next ten seconds, I’m climbing out of this truck and walking my happy ass home.”

With that, he had the front of his jeans undone and shoved halfway down his ass along with his boxer briefs, freeing his erection. She smiled her satisfaction against his lips and whispered, “Took you long enough,” before sliding her hand down the ridges of his abdomen. Her destination was obvious and his body coiled tight with anticipation and the effort it took to hold himself back.

Fingertips smoothed the slippery liquid seeping from the tip around his hyper-sensitive cock head. “Oh, fuck,” he said on a grunt. “Yeah, baby, keep touching me.”

She hummed against his neck and trailed her hand over his full length before sitting back and peering down. He followed her gaze, barely noting how his stiff cock rested along the line of his abs and over his navel. What drew his attention was the stark difference between their states of undress. While he was naked down to his thighs, she still wore panties, a bunched up skirt and her bra and tank shoved above her chest. Tony scowled, trying to make her clothes spontaneously combust, but no such luck.

“You’re um...” She cleared her throat. “You’re bigger than what I’m used to.”

He held her face and forced her to look at him, ready to thank her for the compliment until he saw the very real concern in her eyes. His brows drew together. “By how much?”

She swallowed hard. “
Very
much.”

Tony reminded himself that now was not the time to mentally gloat about dwarfing her ex’s dick, but he still felt his chest puff up, even if only metaphorically. He needed to focus on reassuring Trish or he wouldn’t have anything to be proud about.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I promise you’ll open up for me,” he said softly. Reaching behind her, he used one hand to hold her panties to the side and inserted a thick finger from his right hand deep inside her. Trish sucked in a breath and bucked against his hand. “I’ll show you.”

For several minutes he helped her hot channel stretch around his fingers until he had his three longest ones thrusting deep inside her. “Oh my God,” she moaned. His left arm banded around her waist and pulled her in tight. Her juices dripped down his hand and onto his balls and bare thighs.
More. Need more, always more.

Using his hands, he tilted her pelvis and... “There,” he grunted as he notched the head of his dick at the top of her folds to hit the right spot.

“
Uhn!
” she cried with a jolt, then she pressed her forehead to his as though needing the contact to ground herself in the moment. He couldn’t deny needing the same thing as his breaths sawed in and out.

After a few experimental movements, she got the hang of how to use him to stimulate her clit. Little by little she quickened her pace and he synced his fingers with it, reveling in the way her inner walls sucked harder against his retreats.

“Fuck yes,” he said through clenched teeth. “Just like that, baby. Feel good?”

She nodded. Her lax expression told him she’d left the ability for coherent speech behind. Perfect. The only language she spoke now came from her gorgeous body.

He’d planned to hold out until he’d made her come at least once with his fingers, but a man was only so strong. If he didn’t get inside her right now, he’d lose his mind, not to mention his pride when he shot his load all over his stomach.

“Trish,” he gritted out. “Condom. Wallet, right back pocket.” She surprised him when she found it without any problems and tossed his wallet off to the side as soon as she had the prize in her hand. “Roll it on me so I can feel this wet pussy surrounding my cock. You’re ready.”

In seconds he was sheathed and poised at her opening. He nudged her channel and moaned an exhale in a rush. It’d contracted again, making it a snug fit despite his fingers having just left her. He let her control the speed as she lowered herself onto his shaft. Inch by excruciating fucking inch, the woman he’d wanted more than any other took him into her body.

“That’s it, baby, only a little bit more.” She nodded, but held still for a moment, trying to catch her breath. Or maybe from a hint of trepidation at how he filled her so completely. “Trish, we don’t have to go any farther. You’re in control. Right now is probably as far as my fingers could go, and I know that felt good to you, didn’t it?”

Again, she nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Good. So if you want to start moving and make it feel good again, I’m on board.” He paused, kissing her lips and teasing her with his tongue. “No matter what you do, I’m going to love it, so I’ll follow your lead.”

“I don’t want to stop. You feel so good, Tony. I want all of you, I do. I’m just a little nervous,” she said with a half-shrug.

His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her in. He loved how small she felt to him, how easily she let him command her body. Speaking into her ear, he said, “Would you like me to help you sink all the way onto my cock, Trish? Until I’m so fucking deep inside you there’s no way to tell where I end and you begin?”

A quiet whimper accompanied her nod.

Fire raced through his veins. He’d never been so turned on in his life, and it was giving him ideas he never would’ve considered before. Being with Trish—
in
Trish—took him to a whole new level of sexual awareness, and he knew exactly how to help her.

Tony took hold of her hands and pulled them behind her, then through the bottom half of the steering wheel to place them on his knees. So fucking beautiful. The position gave her a way to brace herself and also kept her arched back so he had the perfect view of where he disappeared inside her. And how much more of him still needed in.

Drops of sweat gathered and spilled over the swells and between her full, rounded tits begging for attention. His hands covered them, squeezed, released, then pinched the tips of her taut nipples, steadily increasing the pressure. He watched her eyes closely, waiting for them to tell him when it crossed from pleasure to pain and just beyond.

Now
.

Instantly he released them to let the blood flow back into the red buds, causing her to throw her head back and cry out his name and God’s several times over. A new flood of warmth bathed his cock, and he used it to slide home the last couple of inches.

He had to move or he’d die. He was sure of it. “Are you okay?” he panted. “Trish, sweetheart, talk to me.”

She didn’t offer him words, but something better. Her hips began grinding on his, back and forth, keeping him fully seated. “I can’t believe how good this feels. When you let go, I felt like lightning shot from my nipples straight to my clit. Was that...?”

“I have no doubt it felt amazing, but no. You didn’t come.” Her bottom lip stuck out with her eyebrows drawn in. How in the hell did she make a pout look sexy?

“How do you know?”

“Keep holding on to my legs like you are, and let me do all the work.”

Bracing his feet on the floorboard, Tony thrust his hips up deep and hard, over and over. His hands splayed over the crease where thigh met body and his thumbs met in the middle over her clit. One pulled the skin above it tight to expose the swollen bundle of nerves while the other teased it mercilessly.

Tony studied every detail about her. He wanted the image of her in this moment to be burned into his mind. The way her damp skin glowed in the moonlight. How wisps of her loose curls stuck to her face and neck. How sexy she looked with her shirt shoved up, her nipples hard and red from his attention. Parted, swollen lips and hooded eyes glazed over with lust.

“Oh God, it feels...I don’t know...” She whimpered and shook her head. “Tony, I--
Shit
, it’s too much.”

She freed her arms out and plowed her hands into his hair, fisting large chunks and pulling in frustration. He didn’t slow, didn’t relent. “You’re almost there, keep going.”

Squeezing her eyes shut tight, she shook her head again. “I don’t think I can take it.”

“Yes, you can,” he said. “Open your eyes and look at me. Trish,
look
at me.”

Finally, she listened. Endless dark pools stared back at him, searching for an answer on how to deal with the overwhelming sensations flooding her. “Just hold on to me and let me take you over that edge.
Trust me
.”

Trish dug her teeth into her bottom lip and nodded, curling her body over him to rest her forehead on his shoulder as he continued to pleasure her.

She had no idea how much she humbled him. She trusted him to bring her pleasure she couldn’t foresee and didn’t believe was possible for her. Knowing that alone would have brought him to his knees had he been standing. He didn’t take her offering lightly or for granted, and he would do everything possible to make this experience one that she’d never forget.

Gritting his teeth through the strain of beating back the fire swirling in his balls, he drove her closer to what had been denied her for too damn long. “You’re so perfect,” he rasped against her ear. “I love your pussy. So hot and tight and wet. I want to feel you come, baby. Feel you tighten on me like a fucking vise.”

Finally, he felt her body start its climb to oblivion. Knowing she was about to topple from riding the knife’s edge made him double his efforts. “Oh God oh shit
oh God oh shit
--”

Tony clamped a hand over her mouth just before she screamed into the stillness of the night. Her nails bit into the skin on his shoulders as she convulsed around his cock so hard he swore his vision blacked out. Moments later he groaned long and loud as she milked his balls of his own release for what seemed like an eternity.

Time had no meaning in the aftermath. They clung to each other, a tangle of sweaty limbs and twisted clothes, panting like dogs lazing in the sun. It might have been only a few minutes or it might have been close to an hour, Tony didn’t know. What he did know, was that he wasn’t the same man he’d been before sex with Trish Howell. His life would forever be split into two time periods: before sex with Trish and after sex with Trish. It didn’t lend itself to catchy acronyms, but he couldn’t ignore that a line had been drawn.

She raised the bar and now his standards for what he considered “good sex” might be unreachable by any other woman. Figured there’d be a catch to finally getting the one girl he’d wanted longer than he could remember wanting anything else. He’d just have to make sure he got as much of her as he could so he had an entire library of memories to call on after she left town.

Kissing her temple, he began straightening her clothes. “What are you thinking, T?”

Flushed and beautiful, she smiled the smile of a woman well-sexed. “I’m thinking that you fixed me.”

“You were never broken.” Tony lifted a hand and rubbed the side of his thumb over her cheekbone. “You just didn’t have a man who knew how to make your body sing.”

“Then I’m glad I have one now,” she admitted softly. Then quickly added, “Even if it’s only for a little while.”

He managed a half-smile and hoped she assumed he was too exhausted to put more effort into it. As much as it bothered him to think of her leaving again, the reminder was for the best. He had to keep a level perspective of what this was, and what it wasn’t. Otherwise his heart might not survive the summer.

“In that case,” he quipped, “think of me as your temporary voice coach. I’ll be happy to give you lessons as often as you want, all for the low, low price of feeding my ego.”

“Hmm. What if I want the
American Idol
package?” At his raised brow, she explained. “I’d like enough lessons that I could audition for
AI
if I wanted. You know, teach me all the advanced singing stuff. How much would that cost?”

Lots of sex with advanced moves thrown in? Hellfuckingyes! He’d probably pay
her
for that plan if she demanded it. He didn’t have
that
much pride. But he had a better idea. “I can teach you the advanced stuff no problem. But the cost will be your trust. You’ll have to trust me that I’ll only ever do anything to bring you pleasure. You do that, and you’ll be able sing whatever you want. Deal?”