Wicked Flower (27 page)

That explained a lot. Was she
okay right now?

“Have you talked to your doctor?”
he asked.

Didn’t people have sex all the
time when the woman was pregnant? Jaxon came to mind. The man craved pussy as
much as Stefan. And he was sure Trista and Lucky, with the way they always
looked so into each other, had to have kept up a healthy sex life even during
pregnancy.

“I haven’t asked. But I have my
monthly check-up in the morning. I should ask then.”

“You should,” he said and
caressed her jaw. Making love with her would be his parting gift. But it would
be more for him because he knew he’d treasure the experience forever.

She looked at him earnestly while
he continued holding her one hand and pressing her fingertips to his. “Stefan,
all that other stuff, I hope you understand that wasn’t me just being a bitch.
I really wish your mom was independently wealthy and that you had nothing to do
with paying me. I mean, I know it’s not
gonna
matter
now, when she moves.”

Fuck. He did not want to talk
about this with her. “I’ve never once thought of you as a bitch for feeling
that way.” He stopped short of telling her he’d figured a way to fix that issue
because it was moot now. Mom had always told him she’d rather pay for her home
health nurse with her own money. He’d always just been too stubborn and
insisted he do it. Now he knew his idiocy had cost them right from the jump. “I
might not ask her to move. To be honest, Dani, I don’t want to get into it
right now. Too tired, okay?”

He felt her shoulders shrug
tucked into his side.

She reached up and kissed his
chin which turned him into a hot spaz. Fuck if his toes didn’t curl. A shot of
her taste splashed on his tongue like his favorite tequila. “Okay,” she said
and paused while she petted the dent in his chin. “But I do have one more
question.”

“What?” he said, distracted by
what she was doing with her fingers and lips to his chin.

“Do you think you could be with
me and stop before the climax this time? My climax I mean, not yours.”

She asked so directly, he couldn’t
speak at first. It reminded him of the very first time she’d told him to prove
it.

He took a long few seconds to
think about his control and how he could see himself losing it with her. Sure,
he’d probably gotten off over the years when his partner hadn’t but picturing
that with Dani was inconceivable, especially after having his hands inside her
the other night and feeling what he could do for her. Every night he’d gone to
bed the past week, he’d pictured the look on her face as he ate her pussy and
cherished her gorgeous body with everything he had. He’d gone over what her
mewls would sound like as she panted in his ear, begging him to stop and then
for more, over and over. Even after deciding asking her for a relationship was
out of the question, the fantasy always ended with her praise for how well he’d
pleased her.

Never did he imagine her telling
him to stop and actually mean it.

He had no expectations right now.
The fact she was here still shocked him.

So he gave her an answer because
she’d asked and he owed her something.

“You’d have to tell me when you
were close so that I could.” He pulled back and took a long look at her. She
was serious but just as tormented as him. Fuck, there was no doubt in his mind.
They were meant to be lovers. Not just for this week.

She smiled. “I don’t know that I
trust myself to be able to do that. Not after us in my car.
Your
car.”
A frown creased her pretty brow and she kissed him long on the lips.
He hummed at her taste he’d been denied for too long.
“Stefan,
for now, how about this?”

Her hands rubbed his body up and
down and she pulled his head to hers. Her hand moved over his ass. “What are we
doing, sweetheart? Practicing our control, or playing with fire?”

“I trust you,” she said.
 

Stefan was still processing the
words he had to have conjured up when her hand came around to cup him. Damn,
he’d been waiting nine long days to feel that again. He groaned into her hair
and felt his balls fill, his cock harden and his pants tighten. His hips rolled
into her grasp. They played back and forth, her squeezing him and
him
riding her hand until she suddenly stopped cold. Shit,
maybe he had imagined it all.

Her one hand caught his as it shot
to her belly, the other between her legs.

Something very real had just
happened and his heart slammed against his chest. “Are you okay?
Dani?
The baby again?”

She blew out, swallowed and
blinked. “That was close. I almost let go.”

While he registered how good it
felt to know she was okay—it had been a false alarm—it felt even better to know
how easily he affected her. No question, they had a connection. What a waste,
he thought. She wiggled out from their sideways embrace and scooted down on the
grass. “Where are you going, sweetheart?” When she pulled him out of his pants,
and her lips touched him, his eyes rolled back in his head. His head hit the
lawn he’d mowed in order to keep his mind off this very thing.

He wanted her so much and had
been thinking about this for too long.
All
it can be is sex. Remember that.

****

Dani’s toes curled and her spine
arched as she took him in. She closed her eyes, breathing and calming her
heartbeat. It took her every bit of concentration, but she pushed the desire to
let go and feel this with him as far into the background as she could.

The clean, musky scent of the
hair encircling the base of his beautiful cock called to her nose and cheek.
She ignored the call and laid her fingers over it, laying it flat so it
couldn’t tickle her nose and distract her from her mission.

His foot petted her side and gave
her goose bumps.

She took that tempting foot into
her hand and pushed it away. He made a sound of disapproval until she
compromised and found his ankle. Dani began rubbing tiny circles, massaging her
way around his foot while at the same time laying her first kisses at the
inside of his thigh. His hips relaxed and she gently worked up from his ankle
with her left hand. He kept his knee bent and his calf close enough for her to
touch. She kneaded the ball of tense muscle between her thumb and fingers until
it felt more pliable then traveled her way up to the back of his knee and then
the top and down over his muscular thigh.

He let out a deep ‘unh’.

Good. She hadn’t known how he’d
respond to her taking her time. To any of this, it was
such a
180 of what she’d insisted on before
. His repeated ‘
unh’s
’
told her he appreciated it.

The soft blanket of hair covering
his thigh did its best to call her own body to a swelling point but she
resisted. With her left hand working his thick thigh she made sure to keep her
belly lifted by supporting herself on her knees and right elbow. It limited
what she could do with her right hand but found he must enjoy the way she used
it to smooth the thick, wiry hairs surrounding his erection. When she splayed
her fingers as wide as she could and drove her thumb down and under his balls,
massaging more small circles along the edges of his tight flesh, his hips
thrust up and she got a face full of Stefan’s sex. He cursed which gave her a
chance to regain her own control.

Dani went back to work, her hands
still in their caressing places, Stefan’s butt flat again on the ground. His
hips had fallen more open too. She thought about glancing up, curious to see
what he looked like when he was getting a blow job. Were his hands folded
cockily behind his head? Did he like watching her face so close to his swollen
cock? But just the thought of what he might look like right now added a tremble
to her arms and she felt herself begin to warm. A tingle sprang to life inside
her.

Stop,
she
thought, reprimanding herself. She couldn’t think about what his pleasure
looked like because that would in turn bring her so much sexual joy as a woman.
She could only give him the pleasure.
Be
like him,
she thought. Deliver her touches straight up. No thinking. Suck
his cock with the muscles and walls of her mouth and tongue, not her heart. Let
him come, finally, let him have that much before they parted.

Dani spread her knees and pivoted
back for a better position. Her butt stuck out and the tip of her nose collided
with his cock, but she didn’t care. His hand couldn’t have been up behind his
head because in that same second, it was in her hair.
Massaging
her ear.
His thumb stroked her temple.

She took the swollen tip of his
cock into her mouth and once she had the first couple of inches of his thickness
firmly inside, she took her right hand that had kept his hairs from tickling
her nose and found his hand, pulling it away from her head. She guided his hand
down and pressed it to the grass instead.

She pulled back, letting his cock
slick with her saliva rest at the side of her face for a moment. “If you want
this, you can’t touch me, Stefan.”

He grunted. She had to look up
and see his face. Know that he understood her, that they were on the same page.

His eyes held her the second they
locked on each other. A hard pain, but one that looked to be bringing him
exquisite pleasure covered his face. Like his hand was inside a flame but what
he was touching at the flame’s center was the best feeling in the world. But
she wasn’t supposed to be caring about those details.

“I want you,” he said.

“
Shhh
,”
she said with her lips playing at his sensitive tip. Already she tasted his
salty leave leaking from it.

Dani dipped her head back to her
task and ran her tongue down his shaft. Off to the side, she saw his hand move
toward her and then he withdrew it, out of her sight. She assumed he must have
gone ahead and locked his fingers behind his head because in the small space
she allowed herself to glance around, Stefan’s hands were nowhere to be found. God
yes, he wanted this from her.

She shut out the sounds of the
crickets and the occasional ruffling of tree leaves to maximize the rhythm of his
breaths, especially on the exhale when they became throaty and laced with deep
moans. Dani fitted him back into her mouth, overcome with the sensations of
having this worldly man at her mercy. She felt every inch of his smooth, hot
skin as she tried to take more of him in. She wanted this to be good for him,
not comparable to any he’d had before. She wanted to feel him all the way to
the back of her throat but needed air and a chance to swallow. She slowly came
off of him for a breath and to prepare better now that she knew his thickness
and how much she could take in at once.

Before diving back down on him,
she used each hand to spread his legs open wider. They fell easily. She tried resting
her elbows between his thighs but it was very uncomfortable as the tiny pebbles
in the soil dug into her skin and she fidgeted. Breaking the rule she thought
she’d made clear, his hands were on her and she nearly pushed them away until
she realized he was bringing her elbows up to rest on the tops of his thighs.
That was much more comfortable. She watched as he then clasped his hands behind
his head, his abs contracted as he held his shoulder blades just slightly above
the ground.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

He just held his lips closed
tightly and watched her.

Dani used her hands to stroke his
cock while she swirled her tongue over the head. His hips lifted for a second
and then came back down. She sucked his tip into her mouth harder now and he
bucked again. When his butt came off the ground with that thrust, she slid her
hands underneath to cup and
support
him. His ass was
soft and smooth and she loved the feel of it in her hands. She felt him push
down with his tight butt muscles this time instead of lifting up like he was
pinning her there. She gave him another squeeze, accepting he probably liked a
bit more control when he was with a woman.

“Oh fuck, Dani.”

She would have teased him by
asking what he was moaning about and what he wanted more of but that would only
serve to turn her on. That could not happen. The dark vibration she got from
his three simple words nearly brought her away from the steely focus she had to
put in to this blow job in order not to have
herself
coming right along with him.

Focus, she told herself.

Aware she was only going to be
able to deny her need for him for so much longer, she got serious. One hand
fisted around him at the base of his long and thick cock. She didn’t need to
hold him up straight because he was so hard he did that on his own. She did hold
him still so that her mouth wouldn’t have to worry about doing it. With the
other hand she intended to extend his pleasure, and decided to run it up the
center of his stomach. His abdominal muscles contracted again under her fingers
and she rubbed up and down, adding her fingernails to the mix. His entire lower
section shuddered and again, his hips thrust up. But this was good. He didn’t
do it just once. His hips rose and lowered in a steady rhythm that coincided
with his breathing. She relaxed her neck and throat, tried to forget how tight
her lips felt with them stretched around his thick cock. Tried to block out
that this thrusting was his body’s natural rhythm, the one she’d have had all
to herself if they’d been able to make love.