Taking Her There (3 page)

When she brought his body against hers, she sighed, and he caught it in his mouth. His erection pressed into her belly. She moved against the hard ridge and wondered why the hell she didn’t have the courage to tear his pants off. Instead, her hands were right where he’d told her to put them.

“You feel damn good, Angeline. Soft and warm. I want to know more. I want to see everything.”

“Please.” Was that the only word she could say? She nuzzled his neck and made her own path across his cheek. “I want your cock.”

“Language, Angel.”

“Fuck me.”

That got his attention. Grinding his hips against her, he ravaged her mouth with a passionate kiss. He slid his hands down her sides and cupped her ass, lifting her even tighter against him.

She hooked her leg around his and worked her hips in a seductive rhythm. The man had a gift. Every inch of her body was now hyperaware of everything he did to her. His chest rubbing against hers, making her nipples into sensitive hard nubs, his hands kneading her flesh, his mouth moving over and inside hers, filling her with his taste, his scent.

“One choice. Here or in bed?”

Chapter Two

Angeline held on tight as he brought her other leg around his hips, lifting her off the floor and securing her against the wall with his weight.

“Answer me. I’m not going to give you a whole lot of choices. Take those that I give.”

It took her a minute to remember the question. She almost wanted to tear off his clothes right here and have a quick, intense fuck against the wall, but she wasn’t prepared.

“Bedroom.” She spoke against his mouth, and she finally got her hands around his ponytail. His hair was even silkier than she’d imagined.

“Where?”

She gave him directions, and he carried her confidently up the stairs and into her suite. He kicked the door closed before lowering her to her feet.

“Take off my jacket. Then my tie.”

Angeline’s pride flared for a second, only to be smothered by desire. As her hands moved to do as she was asked—told—she tried to wrap her mind around how she could drop all her defenses so quickly around this virtual stranger. She tossed his jacket over the back of a chair, then tugged his tie free. She played with the top button of his shirt, unsure if she should continue undressing him without his edict.

“Now your jeans. Leave the panties.”

Oh God. She wore the ugliest pair of underwear known to man. Plain cotton briefs that reminded her of what her mother made her wear when she was six. When she left Redlands, she had no way of knowing anyone would see them before she threw them in the compactor. “But—”

“Now, Angel.” He took a step back, leaving her feeling more exposed than ever.

She released the button, then the zipper on her jeans and eased them over her hips. Heat rose to her face and neck, and if she was capable, she would have sworn she might actually be blushing. His quick breath put her a little at ease, though she still fought against covering herself.

He tugged on the bottom of her T-shirt. “Now this.”

Again, not her best bra, but he certainly didn’t seem to mind. He just stepped closer to her and put his hands on her hips.

“Beautiful body.” He slid up until his thumbs brushed her breasts. Her nipples tightened further, and her pussy clenched at the same time. Then those thumbs slipped beneath the lace and stroked the curves of her flesh. “Remove your bra, Angel.”

She did, exposing herself to him with his hands remaining where they were. He hummed his delight, tracing each nub with a gentle fingertip.

“Finish.” His voice had dropped to a low grumble. His breath short and hot against her skin.

Gratefully, she shed the ugly panties. “Now you’re overdressed.” The cut of his slacks didn’t help her see any outline of his cock, and she realized how desperately she wanted to. As cool and confident as he was, if he remained unaffected by this whole exchange, her ego might not survive.

“Go ahead.”

Her heart skipped a beat. She knew exactly where she wanted to start. Stepping in close, she pressed her lips against his neck and reached up to his hair. Careful not to pull, she unwrapped the elastic band and threaded all ten fingers through the thick strands. Cool and silky, even more of a tactile thrill than she’d imagined. She went right to work on the row of white buttons on his shirt. When she reached the end, she just continued on the button and zipper below and shoved his pants down to the floor. She slid the shirt off his shoulders and let it hang over his elbows until he released his hold on her, one hand at a time, to shake free.
 

Finally, she got her first look at his chest. Broad, toasty brown, sprinkled with fine, dark hair in a nice treasure trail that disappeared behind his pants. He wasn’t bulky, but sleekly muscled. As she stood naked in front of him, her fingertips hooked beneath the warm waistband of his black boxer briefs.

He was hard. A spot of moisture leaked through the cotton, a clear sign just how turned on he was. Angeline hesitantly ran one fingernail down the knit fabric, loving the way he hissed his approval.

“You want those off, don’t you?” He ran his hand over her head, ruffling her short hair in an affectionate and somehow not condescending caress.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly, her mouth dry. “May I?” She had no idea why she didn’t just tear them away and throw him down to do with as she pleased, but whatever game they’d silently agreed upon was arousing as hell.

“You may.” He smiled, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “On your knees.”

She didn’t hesitate. Before her knees sank into the plush carpet she had his underwear down below his hips. The scent of male arousal filled her nose and sent a rush of heat beneath her skin. She buried her nose in the thatch of hair above his erection and drew a deep breath.

“I want you. I want to taste you. Suck you.” She pulled his briefs the rest of the way down to pool around his ankles.

He growled, just a small sound before he cut it off. “Do it.”

Slowly, deliberately so, she licked up one side of his cock, swirled the tip of her tongue around the head, then flattened her tongue across the slit. The burst of pre-ejaculate sent her taste buds buzzing. She moaned, then took him firmly in her hand and sucked the cap into her mouth.

“Oh God, yeah. That’s good, Angel…really good.” He took her head in his hands in a gentle hold, then tilted his hips to better accommodate her position.

She sucked his length to her throat. His groans and heavy breathing gave her a boost of encouragement, so she did it again, this time with some creative tongue-work. With the string of dirty words spilling from Andre, it sounded like she’d finally taken control of the encounter.

She let her tongue dance along his flesh as she flattened her hand on his bare abdomen and pushed, guiding him toward the bed behind him.

Immediately, her wrists were manacled. “Huh-uh,” he said, clear and even, as if she hadn’t had him sputtering obscenities with his previous breath. As if she hadn’t tormented his dick inside her mouth. “I’m in charge here.”

So much for taking control. With one glance up to his serious half-lidded eyes and his mouth hanging open, she hummed her assent. He could be in charge this time, but with any luck, Angeline would show him just how big of a bitch payback could be.

She grinned around his cock, then went back to work. Without her hands she had to bob up and down, sucking and lapping every inch she could stuff in her mouth.

She loved how vocal he was. Every hiss and groan, every encouraging dirty word just spurred her to continue and make it even better for him. She even loved the strength in his grip as he moved from her wrists to tangle their fingers together in a much more intimate hold. A few more long draws on his cock, and he pulled her back to her feet.

“Damn, girl. I’ve been thinking about that for a long time.”

“Oh really? How long?” She licked the moisture from her bottom lip.

“Since that day last year when you left the partition down on the way to the CMAs.”

She grinned. She’d gone down on Luke during that ride. She’d left the partition down to force Luke to maintain his composure as she sucked him off. “So you did notice.”

“Oh yeah, I noticed. Props to the guy for keeping his cool, though I practically bit through my tongue.”

She grinned and tugged him toward the bed. “I can do more.”

He released her hands and nodded toward the big, silk-covered monster. “Get in.”

Angeline grabbed a strip of condoms out of the drawer of her bedside table and brought them with her to lie on the bed.

He took his cock in his hand, still deliciously hard and shiny from her saliva. “Touch yourself for me. Let me see if you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.”

“Show me.”

Still a little self-conscious since she hadn’t visited a salon for a wax in months she brought both hands down and spread her pussy open. The air hit her sensitive folds, and she jerked into the touch.

“Spread those juices around. Slick yourself up so I can bury myself between your thighs.”

She dipped two fingers inside, surprised at the moisture there. Her sex clenched at the invasion. Drawing her fingers out, she painted the slickness around her opening. The brush against her clit was almost too much, but she went back again to swirl the hard nubbin until her toes started tingling.

“Jesus.” Andre didn’t take his eyes off her actions except to glance at the condoms long enough to grab one and rip it open. “Now your nipples. Cover them with your scent.”

Angeline groaned at the loss but did as he said, and damned if that didn’t just intensify her arousal without giving her any measure of relief. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, though his attention was on the way her fingers plucked at the tips of her now-slick breasts. His dark hair hung to his shoulders, framing his face, making him look a little fierce.

Barbaric.

But his expression wasn’t wild. With eyes like flint, he focused on her as if he didn’t see her high-priced bedroom set or the original Warhol artwork on the wall. Angeline was stripped of her diva title, and suddenly existed as simply…

Woman.

Had she ever been so turned on in her life?

Her nipples, now glossy with her own secretions, chilled in the air, sending a jolt from her breasts to her sex. He followed her hand as she slid it down her stomach to play with her opening. Tilting her hips, she slid two fingers inside, sucking in air through her teeth at the sensitivity.

“That’s right. Play with that pretty pussy. But you don’t come until I give permission. Got that?” He finally met her gaze.

“Then hurry.” She twisted and tugged on her nipple.

“But I’m not in a hurry, so you’ll just have to wait.” He joined her on the bed, up against her right side, and immediately took that nipple into his mouth.

Angeline arched into the caress. The heat of his mouth added a new dimension to her torture. He sucked, drawing more of her tit inside, where his tongue flicked and teased the tip.

She held on to his head, tangling her fingers in his hair, her breath shallow and choppy.

He held her nipple between his teeth until she squealed. “I said play.”

Jesus. The small bite of pain sent another thrill through her, mixing with the desire so that they braided together into a longer spiral of need. She reached down, her clit now so sensitive she had to soften the touch, then slid two fingers back deep inside.

Andre hummed his approval and sucked.

“Yes. God, no…yes.” She whimpered and squirmed, but he wasn’t persuaded to hurry things along. He just moved from one breast to the other and began the sanity-reducing treatment all over again.

Angeline couldn’t move, the sensations too overwhelming, but he noticed and covered her hand with his and continued the onslaught. “You stop, and I stop.”

“But I’m too close. Please. Let me come.”

“Ahh, poor little rich girl.” He pulled her hand away, and, with his weight resting on top of her in the most deliciously sexual way, he took her other hand and held them both up near her head. One adjustment with his hips, and his cock nudged her opening. “All wound up and ready to go.”

She bumped her hips against his, but he was too fast.

“You think I don’t want to bury myself deep inside your sweet pussy? Do you have any idea”—he pecked a row of kisses across her jaw—“how fucking hard I am right now?”

“Do it.”

“But I haven’t tasted you yet.” He dragged his tongue from her chin down her neck, an agonizingly slow journey between her breasts and lower. His next words puffed air against her sensitive folds. “And I’ve been dying to lick you.”

And he did. After one long drag along her slit, he wiggled his tongue into her pussy.

Again, she reached into his hair and held on tight for a ride she knew would be way too short. With agonizing leisure, Andre lapped, nibbled, sucked and even stroked with one long finger.

Just when she felt herself reaching the peak, he backed off before she could sail over the edge.

His tongue was talented. He flattened it out for broad strokes and stiffened it to press and prod. Still, he avoided her clit, only stimulating it with whispers of hot breath. On and on it went.