UndercoverSurrender (10 page)

“Duh.”

“But you’re not being
nice
by not sleeping with me
now, when I’m inviting you to.”

“I’m not trying to be nice, Samantha.” His voice was
actually shaking a little. “I’m trying not to take advantage of a scared little
girl—”

“Fuck you!” She stopped playing with herself and whipped off
her camisole, briefly placated by the way his jaw dropped at the sight of her
bare breasts. Hands on hips, she let him look his fill. “I’m a woman. Not a
little girl. And I make my own decisions about who I sleep with and who I
don’t.” She lay back on the bed, leaning on her elbows, her hair streaming
behind her, and spread her legs slightly. “And I’m not
afraid
of a good,
hard fuck when I’m asking for it.”

Okay, that was it. No more Mr. Nice Guy. He was a law
enforcement agent, but he wasn’t a fucking eunuch.

The push he gave against the bureau as he straightened shoved
it against the wall with a thud and he was at the bed, on top of her, a
millisecond later. Exactly where he wanted to be. He held nothing back as he
kissed her, shoving his tongue practically down her throat and palming those
suddenly naked tits he’d been dying to see this whole time. He climbed between
her open legs, spreading them farther with his knees as she kissed him back,
her hands wandering around to his ass to shove his shorts down. He kicked them
off impatiently and then leaned over to take one fresh, ripe breast in his
mouth. God, she tasted like sweet, fresh, hot sunlight. Like something he was
starving for.

His shorts off, she took his cock in hand, stroking firmly,
and without further ado—which was a damn good thing given how much she had teased
him and the fact he hadn’t been laid in a year—she brought him to the entrance
of her wet pussy, so hot and tight he bit down on one nipple reflexively and
she moaned.

Pulling his head away, he concentrated on the sight of his
overtaxed cock sliding into her wet crotch. And she was wet. Incredibly so. But
still so tight that he had to go slower than he would have liked, pushing in an
inch at a time, wincing at the strange combination of pleasure and restraint.

“How old are you?” he bit out.

“Almost twenty-three.” Her eyes were heavy and excited as
she watched as well.

Christ, she was just a baby. He was such a shit. He plunged
his cock into her, all the way, and she sort of squealed, hugging him tightly
to her.

“Did I hurt you?” he murmured anxiously, keeping perfectly
still inside her, clutched so tightly by her inner muscles that the urge to
move was almost unbearable. But he bore it. He needed to make sure she was
okay, given how tight she was.

She took a deep breath. “Yes, you’re just bigger than I’m
used to.”

He kissed her, softly at first and then with more intent,
unable to keep his hunger from his kiss. She sucked his tongue lightly and he
pulled his head away sharply.

“Don’t you like that?” she whispered.

“Uh, yeah. But I need to, uh…”

Her hips tilted up, cradling him deeper and he groaned.

“Need to what?” she prompted, running her hands down his
back and then over his bare ass.

“Move,” he got out, flexing inside her almost involuntarily
before he clamped down on the impulse. “Are you okay for me to move?”

“I was about to demand it.”

With a groan, he pulled out of her a little and then thrust
back in. Oh Christ, that felt so good. Her sweet little body sucked him in, as
if it wouldn’t let him go, and the friction of moving in and out of her was so
unbelievably pleasurable. As the rhythm seized him, he pushed her legs open
farther, wider, and with one hand cupped her ass to bring her even closer as he
thrust.

The little mewling sounds she made drove him to give it to
her faster, harder, until she flung her head back and cried out.

“That’s right,” he urged, burying his face in her neck.
“Give it to me, come on, come for me.” And she did, squeezing him so tightly
with her inner muscles as she climaxed that he almost came as well.

But he wanted more, longer. He let her catch her breath,
staying still within her, and then he started to thrust again.

Vik had never considered himself a ladies’ man. Like most
guys, he liked to fuck and he found it better, more enjoyable, when the woman
was really into it as well. But he didn’t go cultivating his bed skills or
anything. He just did what came naturally and followed whatever subtle cues she
gave and that seemed to work out all right. He had more important things to
contend with than whether he satisfied some chick or not. Though he’d never
heard any complaints.

But with this girl—her lithe body heaving beneath him, the
tangy taste of her on his lips as he ran them down the skin of her neck—with
this girl, he wanted nothing more than to have her crying out in ecstasy,
clinging to him as she came again and again.

He bent his head to run his tongue along one smooth silky
breast, making his way to the nipple, rosy red and waiting for him like some
fucking cherry. He sucked at it as he continued to thrust in her and she
wrapped her legs around him, holding his head to her breast as she came again
and though he wanted to keep going his long-starved body needed its release as
well. He poured into her, arching back, savoring the feel of her wringing him
dry as she whimpered beneath him.

After a minute, panting, he rolled off her and stared at the
ceiling.

He could hear her panting too. That had probably not been
the smartest thing he’d ever done. He brought one hand to his temple.

“I meant to do that.” Her calm voice cut through the sound
of his own slowing breath.

“God, I hope so,” he muttered.

“You probably think I’m a total slut.”

He dropped his hand and stared sideways at her, surprised.

“But I was feeling very powerless, very scared, and sleeping
with you made me sort of feel, ah, powerful, at least as a woman. Can you
understand that?”

He hesitated. “Yeah. I guess so.” Smiling, he rolled over on
his side, facing her. “You sure as hell had a lot of power over me.”

“Thanks,” she said contentedly. “That’s what I was trying
for.”

What a nutty girl. So why did he find her so appealing?

“We should have used a condom, though.”

“Next time,” she said with a smile.

Christ.

She’d just slept with a criminal. God, she really did have
crappy judgment when it came to men. Because it felt so much as though he was a
good guy. In her gut, he felt like a good guy to her. How could that be?

He ran his hand down the curve of her bare hip as he looked
down at her, his head balanced on his other hand. “You’re really very
beautiful.”

“I guess. It’s because my mother was beautiful. She’s dead
now. But all my father’s wives were beautiful.”

He arched an eyebrow. “I wasn’t talking about your mother. I
was talking about you.”

“Do you have parents?” she asked.

“Everybody has parents.” His fingers traced her hipbone. “I
just never knew mine.”

“You were an orphan?”

He shrugged. “I suppose. As I said, I never knew.”

“Who raised you?”

“A very wise woman.”

“Not your mother, though?”

“She was like a mother to me.”

“Does she know what you do?”

“She died when I was about eleven.”

“Who raised you after that?”

He leaned forward and dropped a kiss on her belly. “I raised
myself.” Flipping onto his back, he nudged her on top of him. “Do you want to
feel powerful again?” he whispered.

She straddled his narrow hips, his phallus rising up
straight and hard between them, and she did feel powerful. She bent to kiss his
cheek, stubbly with the beginnings of a beard. “Yes. I do.”

Not taking him into her yet, she kissed along the strong
line of his jaw and then his throat, her fingers tangling in dark brown hair
that felt silky. His eyes had dropped shut and she noticed how very long and
black his eyelashes were. And then she kissed them as well. With each light
touch of her mouth to his skin, she could feel his cock twitch between them.

“Do you have a condom, Samantha?” he asked hoarsely.

She kissed his lips, light, no tongue. “What if I said no?”

He smiled, eyes still closed, and his hands came to her
bottom, rubbing in slow, mesmerizing circles.

“I’d say we’d have to find other ways to play. Once was
risky enough.”

She nestled closer, flattening her body more against him,
the silky hot length of him against her skin. From behind, his hand came
between her thighs and swirled around with two fingers in the moisture there.

He thrust them inside her and she arched into his hand,
opening her mouth on his now and plunging her tongue in to meet his.

As they kissed, she rubbed against his hard cock, spurred on
by those naughty fingers doing their work inside her.

“Do you?” he prompted with a heavy jab of his fingers.

“Do I what?”

“Have a condom?”

As much as she hated to stop those fingers from their work,
she knew how much better it would be to have his penis inside her. So she slid
off him, feeling his eyes on her, and went into the bathroom. Rummaging around
in the cabinet, she extracted the condoms she had brought on board once when
she had faint hopes of ditching her father and whooping it up on shore.

As she brought the string of condoms back to the bed, she
was mighty happy that adventure had never materialized.

Without commenting, he took the packets from her and after a
rip and one smooth move, he donned one. Then pulled her atop him. He went in
easier this second time and she marveled at how satisfying the fullness was. He
was looking up at her as she balanced her hands on his chest, sitting up.

Experimentally, she moved a little. His sharp intake of
breath pleased her and she did it again. His hands went to her hips and he
lifted her body a little and then brought her down hard. She gasped.

His hands fell away.

“You’re in charge,” he said. “Fuck me. I’m all yours.”

The sensation as she took him up on his offer was empowering
all right. She rode him—something she realized she’d barely ever done with a
man. With the men she usually targeted, sex wasn’t an important part of the
mixture. Alienating her father was—whether by choosing to be with a poet or a
slacker or a flamboyant bisexual.

She moved faster, feeling her way through the rhythm, until
his hands came up to her ass, flipping her over. He pounded away at her until
they both came together, panting.

After a minute, he said, “I’m not very good at giving up
control I guess. Let me try that again?”

She smiled.

The pink light of dawn was upon them as she snuggled in his
arms, the faint sound of the water lapping against the bow of the yacht
lulling.

“Do you like it when a woman goes down on you?” she asked.

“Is that a trick question?”

She frowned and he laughed. “Yes. Of course I do. There’s
not a guy alive who doesn’t.”

“Oh.” Her hand wandered down to his sleeping cock and she
stroked lightly.

Okay, that was enough to wake it up.

“Do you stay hard the whole time a woman is, uh…”

“Sucking my cock?”

She nodded.

“That would be a yes.” He tried to figure out where she was
going with this. His cock, lengthening and hardening, hoped it knew. “Why would
you ask that?”

“Oh, no reason. It’s just whenever I’ve, ah, tried that with
a boyfriend, I don’t know, he seems to get distracted or something.”

“It is pretty distracting to have a woman’s mouth on your
cock, but, like, in an incredibly good way.”

“I must not have been doing it right,” she said in a little
voice.

Well, if that wasn’t an opening, he didn’t know what was.

He laughed. It was just too easy. “Would you like to, uh,
try it on me?”

“Could I?”

Okay, now he was feeling kind of ridiculous.
Sure,
gorgeous lady, you can give me head if you’re really, really nice about it.

He scoffed.

“Well, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Fuck.” He pushed her gently down and she sort of sidled up
to his cock. “Go ahead,” he urged.

She licked at it with short, torturous flicks of her tongue
until he instructed, “Put it in your mouth.”

She complied with what looked like enthusiasm all right,
sliding the head into her warm, wet mouth. He tangled his hands in her hair as
she ran her mouth up and down his length, taking more of it each time.

With low, hoarse murmurs he encouraged her as best he could,
considering his brain was barely functioning, the pleasure center overriding
everything else.

“Oh look,” she said, taking her mouth away, startling him.
“You’re still really hard.”

Christ, he’d have to question the sexual orientation, or
maybe testosterone level, of any guy who could lose his erection with her
tending to it with that soft, pink mouth. “Hmmm,” was all he could manage as he
pushed her back to his crotch, pig that he was.

When he came a few minutes of mind-numbing licks and sucks
later, he was careful to pull out first, coming on the sheets instead. She
beamed down at him. “Look, I did it.”

Christ, what to do with this girl?

When he woke up, sunlight flooded the room and Samantha
wasn’t beside him. That was the first thing he noticed.

He popped up in bed, unsettled by the fact, but then heard
the shower going. Excellent. Stretching, he got up to join her, surprised when
the bathroom door wouldn’t open. He shook the knob for a second before
accepting it was locked.

Okay. Fine. She wanted some privacy. He was cool with that.
He rubbed his eyes and then flopped back down in bed. He hoped she wasn’t
getting up yet, though.

When she emerged a few minutes later, she was buttoned-up.
That was the word that immediately came to mind. She had on some sleeveless
cotton dress down to her ankles, with buttons all the way down it. And they
were all fastened. Right up to her jaw practically.