The Tycoon (15 page)

Even after he withdrew his finger, her deep muscles continued to contract, shrieking for the empty sanctum to be filled. “Please,” she panted. “You have to—”

“What?” he murmured, moving his mouth down. “Tell me what you want…”

“I don’t know…Just don’t stop…”

Her skirt had wadded around her waist. He pushed it up and dipped his tongue into her navel. She helplessly watched him trail kisses over her belly and suck little bites of her into his mouth, the dual sensations of seeing and feeling making her so hot she thought she might ignite. She squirmed and lifted her hips.

In one quick motion, his hands peeled off her stockings, grasped her calves and hooked her knees over his shoulders. He nuzzled into her sex, his late day stubble rasping her tender flesh, his tongue making firm sweeps up the center of her sex, but avoiding the greedy little bud where she wanted it most. A seething volcano threatened inside her and she could think of nothing but the next orgasm. “Drake, now…now…please…”

His hands slid up the backs of her thighs and he pushed her knees high and wide. On a gasp, she fell back, the granite cold on her bare back. His tongue slid deeply inside her and a spume of new sensation burst all over her. His tongue moved in an out n rhythmic thrusts. He suckled rhythmically, laved madly. Her clit had become a throbbing ball of flame. It strained forward, screaming for relief. She clawed at the countertop. “OhGoddon’tstop…Don’tstop”

He didn’t. She panted, she whined, sounds she had never heard herself make crawled out of her throat. “I have to come, Drake….I have to come…” She grabbed his head, clutched fistfuls of his hair, wallowed in the wanton pleasure that had taken control of her existence.

His mouth moved up and he drew the sensitive flesh full into his mouth. Starbursts exploded behind her eyes. She cried out. Her hips tried to hitch, but he held her thighs firmly, tenderly sucking and swirling his tongue while she came and came and came. When she could stand no more, she struggled upright and fought him away.

He caught her hands and drew her up and into his arms, enveloping her, holding her head against his chest. “It’s okay, okay…”

She was shaking and whimpering, in tears. “No…’Snot okay….’Snever happened to me before.”

He stroked her hair away from her face, kissed her lips. “What, sweetheart? You can tell me.”

“Over and over like that. No one’s ever——”

“That’s a shame….My God. You’re sweeter than ripe fruit.” And as if to prove it, he covered her mouth with his for a long, slow tongue kiss.

But his tongue wasn’t enough. Now, she could think of nothing else but the hot hard thing

she had held in her hand filling her. His tongue wasn’t enough. Surely, he didn’t intend to leave her with this emptiness. She pulled back and looked into his face. “I need—I want to...”

“I know, sweetheart.” He caressed her cheek with shaking fingers. “I know. I want the same thing….You on the pill?”

“Unh-unh,” she answered weakly.

“’Sokay. No problem.”

He slid his hands under her bottom. “Can you put your legs around me?”

“Uh-huh. Just hurry.” Still clinging to his shoulders, she locked her ankles behind his back, pressed her wet sex against his bare belly and buried her face in his shoulder.

“That’s it, baby. Just hang on now.” He lifted her, carried her out of the kitchen and up a hallway.

Then they were in a bedroom beside a huge bed. Her first thought was it looked even bigger than king-size, but it probably wasn’t. Low light shone from a table lamp beside the bed and the covers were turned back. For a fleeting second, she wondered when he had come into this room and done that.

He gently laid her back onto the cool sheets, then moved away.

Her eyes fluttered closed. She lay there, her palms open beside her head, her legs parted in shameless invitation. He had drained her of strength, driven her mad. She didn’t know how many times she had come, yet all she could think of was doing it again with his hard thickness inside her.

A drawer opened, pocket change and a belt buckle jangled. Something rustled. Then he was back, hovering over her. The roughness of his starched jeans brushed the inside of her thighs. He still had his pants on? She opened her eyes. His face loomed only inches above hers, his eyes dark and serious, the set of his mouth grim. A thick vein throbbed on the side of his neck. She ran her hands across his shoulders, down his muscular arms. “I want you inside me….So much,” she whispered.

His gaze locked on hers, he reached between them and found her opening with his fingers,  circled and stroked, moved his fingers in and out, making her shudder. She had never been so wet, so ready. Finally, she felt the smooth head of his penis poised to enter. Wide. Hot. Like a burning coal. She couldn’t remember ever wanting it as much as she wanted it now, but her body involuntarily stiffened. After so long without sex, she expected pain.

“Relax, baby….I’m just gonna…”

“It’s…it’s been a long time….”

“I won’t hurt you. I’ll be easy…”

The head of him slid past her tight muscle with an imaginary
pop
and instead of pain, her whole world stopped on an exquisite note of bliss
.
Her deprived muscles clutched him as if they wanted to never let him go. “Oohh, God,” she breathed.

A throaty grunt came from him. He withdrew and ducked his head, watching himself pull out and push into her again, then again, stretching her an inch at a time, taking a lifetime, until at last she felt the thick shaft all the way up inside her, filling every inch of her, as if their bodies had been molded for each other. He gave another deep groan and a shiver passed over his shoulders. He held himself still, looking down at her with a quirky half-smile tipping one corner of his mouth.

She smiled up at him. “Oh, wow,” she said softly. “It fits.”

“Did you think it wouldn’t?”

“You felt so big in the kitchen.” She flexed her vaginal muscles against him, gripped his

sinewy shoulders with her hands, lifted her head and kissed him. “Make me come again.”

“Greedy girl,” he mumbled roughly.

Greedy wasn’t the word. She was beside herself. If he didn’t start moving, she might surely expire from want. His head lowered and his lips brushed hers, then he began a slow in and out. The easy rhythm only added to the maddening knot of tension that had already coiled in her belly again.

“I’m close,” he ground out, his jaw clenched. “Hard too long…”

He braced himself on his elbows and began to rock. She found his rhythm, burying her face against his neck, hugging his hips with her thighs, pressing her heels beneath his jeans pockets. He picked up the pace. In. And in. And in.

She sensed his control slipping away and soon he was hammering, his breath soughing. His thick shaft seared her starved channel with glorious friction, the root of him rasped there where she needed it.

He hooked an arm behind her left knee, pushed it high and wide and slid deeper, driving hard and fast and steadily. She soared up and up and up, until she shattered. Her deep muscles pulled at him in quick contractions. Like the tide, release washed through her. Her neck arched and her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

Then, once…twice…three times….She eagerly absorbed his thrusts, clung to him, holding him through his rapture. With one gruff grunt, his body went rigid and he was done. Seconds later, he fell to her side, gasping for breath.

They lay in the afterglow, both sweating and breathing hard. Finally, he turned onto his back, reached and found her hand, took it to his mouth and kissed her palm. “What did you mean, it’s been a long time?”

Wishing she hadn’t said that, she hesitated. “What? Nothing. Just…that.”

“How long?”

Sharing that information could open doors through which she didn’t want to go. She hesitated again. “Just…a while.”

A few beats passed. He turned on his side and faced her. “Is that why it wasn’t that easy for you?”

Now she was embarrassed. She had no idea why she hadn’t been able to come more easily back in the kitchen. “I—I don’t know….Nervous, maybe…” She gave a foolish laugh. “But it was worth the wait.”

“I knew it’d be good between us. The minute I saw you, I knew. Getting my cock inside you was all I could think about.”

“I knew, too.” And that was the truth. She clasped a handful of his jeans, needing to lighten the moment. “But you didn’t even take all your clothes off.”

“I’m going to though. Because, ma’am, we’re not finished.”

She frowned. “You’re still calling me ma’am?”

He propped himself on his right elbow, his eyes roaming over her body. She lay there, loving having him look at her.

“You’re a real redhead.” He clasped her knee and pulled it toward him, opening her sex to his eyes. He stared intently between her legs and she didn’t even mind. “God, you turn me on” he muttered. “Your body….how it feels inside you….” He leaned down, buried his nose in her wet curls and inhaled deeply. “How you taste, how you smell. Everything.”

She gloried in his adoration and combed her hand through his hair. “You’re wicked, the things you did to me. You nearly drove me crazy.”

His mouth trailed back up her body to her breasts. “I wanted to be sure you enjoyed it.”

“I’m sure you could tell I did.”

He looked up at her. Now he was grinning like a self-satisfied little boy. “I could tell.”

He traced her rose tattoo with his fingertip. “Yes, ma’am. You’re a real redhead. With a yellow rose of Texas tattoo.” He gave her mouth a quick hard kiss, then rolled to the edge of the bed. He sat up and pulled her to a sitting position. “Do you need the bathroom?”

“Not now.”

He pried off a boot. She gave a huff. “You had your boots on, too?”

Grinning at her across his shoulder, he pried off the second boot. “You’ve heard that old Texas saying, darlin’. A man who can’t fuck with his boots on ain’t much of a man.”

“Get outta here. There’s no such saying.”

He laughed. “Take that dress off and get under the covers. When I come back, we’ll start over. I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve.” He stood and yanked his pants and shorts up over his taut white buttocks. “I’ll be right back,” he said.

“And you’ll be naked, right?”

Still grinning, he looked down at her. “What do you think?”

Chapter 10

Shannon lay there, stunned and staring at the ceiling. After this, would sex with anyone else ever be the same?

She heard the toilet flush. Minutes later, he appeared in the bathroom doorway. Until now, she hadn’t been able to see him from head to toe. She let her eyes feast on his body. It was as perfect as she had imagined—lean and tanned to bronze, his long bones padded with defined muscle.

A pelt of brown hair covered his chest and whorled down his belly. He had abs. Not sharply cut like a bodybuilder, but still, a flat belly without an ounce of fat. He had those thick ridges of muscle that started at his waist and veed down until it framed the delta of his groin as if his penis were a trophy. Her gaze lingered on it, still deeply colored and extended from a thick nest of dark curls. It was as yummy to look at as it had felt inside her.

He snapped off the bathroom light and crossed the room to the bed. She held the covers open and looked up at him. “You look like Superman,” she told him.

“Just don’t call me Clark,” he said, chuckling. He crawled between the covers, scooped her into his brawny arms and tangled his hairy legs with hers. “I still want to know how long.”