AllTangledUp (4 page)

His entire body jolted when he felt her tongue slide around
the crest of his cock. Then she took him deep into her mouth. His hips arched
off the bed, and his fingers tangled in her hair. “Lola!”

A hum quivered along his shaft and he hissed out a breath,
heat punching through him. The sight of her sucking his cock was the most
erotic thing he’d ever seen. She worked him with her mouth and hand, pumping
his dick until groans ripped from his throat. She just sucked him harder.

His lungs bellowed, and he fisted his hands in the sheets.
The sensual torment just might kill him. “Fuck. Me.”

“Good idea.” She pulled back, tossed the feather tickler
aside and straddled his lap. “Condom.”

“Top drawer.” He jerked his chin toward the nightstand.

She purred, “How convenient.”

It took her under a minute to slide the rubber over his
erection. Thank God. He seized her hips, jerking her into place over his dick.
“Ride my cock.”

She sank down on him in one swift motion, and they both
moaned. He set his hands at her waist, pulling her tight to the base of his
shaft while he shoved upward. The rhythm she set for them was fast and wild,
and she rolled her hips to increase the friction. Her breathing came in little
gasps that only turned him on more. He buried his dick inside her, and she was
slick and taut around him. So good. So fucking good. Reaching between them, he
pressed his fingertip directly on her clit and she cried out. The way her pussy
spasmed around his shaft made lava flow through his veins. Her movements grew
more frantic, and he knew she was close.

He watched her eyes lose focus as she concentrated on
coming. He gritted his teeth to fight his own orgasm as her hot, wet cunt
contracted on his cock. Her sexy little whimpers almost killed him as her
climax went on. His fingers dug into her hips and he struggled for control, but
he didn’t want it to end that fast. He wanted more from her tonight. A lot
more.

She pressed her palms to his chest, her torso bowing forward
a bit as she gasped for breath. A little smile teased at the corners of her
lips, and he liked the satiated expression on her face. She dragged in a breath
that pressed her breasts to his chest, and his cock gave a jerk that reminded
him only one of them had gotten to come. Sighing, she pushed her rumpled hair
out of her face. “That was fun.”

Propping himself on his elbows, he caught her mouth in a
kiss. She made a soft sound and leaned into him, meeting his tongue with hers.
The intensity built, sharpening to a cutting edge that had him hanging on to
his self-restraint by a mere thread. It didn’t help at all when her hips began
to make subtle little grinding motions that had beads of sweat breaking out on
his forehead.

He dropped back to the mattress, gripping her waist to hold
her still. “Want me to use the handcuffs on you?”

“I’ve never tried that kind of thing before, but… Yeah, why
not?” She nodded for emphasis and he laughed. Damn, she was amazing. He liked a
woman who was willing to experiment and play with sex a little. She climbed off
him and went to get the handcuffs.

Pulling her onto the bed, he snapped one cuff around her
wrist, pulling her arm over her head to thread the short chain on the handcuffs
around one of the brass bars on the headboard, then he shackled her other
wrist. “Let me know if you don’t like this and want me to take them off.”

“Okay.” She tested their hold on her, the muscles in her
arms flexing, and a tiny squeak of metal on metal sounded through the room.

“Mmm, nice.” He kissed the inside of her elbow, her
shoulder, the side of her neck, where he bit down lightly, and she shivered for
him. “You look good all tied up, waiting for me to fuck you.”

That made her moan, and she arched into him as much as the
restraints would let her. He moved down her body, the glide of her soft skin
making his skull feel as if it might explode. His cock throbbed like an
incessant toothache and he knew if he thrust inside her now, he wouldn’t last a
minute. Wedging his shoulders between her thighs, he blew a cool stream of air
over her damp sex. He curled his tongue around her clit and her body bowed
upward on the mattress.

The wild sounds she made while he slid his fingers inside
her made him smile again her cunt. She didn’t hold back, and he liked that a
whole lot. He lapped up her sweet cream, taking her with his mouth. It wasn’t
long before her moans turned into a thin cry of satisfaction.

“I’m coming, Jesse. Oh my
God
. I’m coming again.” Her
sex clenched around his thrusting tongue, and that was all the permission he
needed to take his own surcease.

He lunged upward, plunging his dick into her cunt. She
sobbed, twining her legs around him. He fucked her hard and fast, too far gone
to care if he was rough with her. But she moved with him, her heels digging
into his ass to urge him on. He powered into her, their skin smacking together,
the old bed creaking beneath them. Fire licked at his flesh, the need to come
driving him onward. He ground his pelvis down on her clit, knowing he wouldn’t
last much longer and he wanted to take her with him.

“Jesse!” The cuffs rattled as she struggled against them.
Her hips snapped upward to meet his thrusts.

He loved his name on her lips. Her pussy spasmed around his
dick and he felt orgasm thrumming through her body. Her legs clenched around
his waist, forcing him still deeper, and he erupted inside of her, come pumping
out of his cock in hot jets. A rush of sensation and need gripped his gut,
dragging everything out of him until there was nothing left. But he couldn’t help
the smile that curved his lips.

Definitely worth the last couple of months of buildup. Hell,
yes. This weekend was the best idea he’d ever had.

Chapter Three

Lola’s body ached pleasantly, the way it could only after
several rounds of energetic sex. She couldn’t help but grin as she grabbed a
wrench and went to work under the hood of Jesse’s car. He’d still been passed
out in bed when she woke up, wired and unable to fall back asleep. So she was
doing something productive with her Saturday morning. Every now and then, she
liked to get her hands dirty.

She just felt
good
today. A nice buzz tingled along
her nerves, and she was definitely riding the high from the night before. When
Jesse woke up, she’d ride him too, and keep the buzz going. It was the best
plan she’d had in a long time.

The small car repair wouldn’t take her much longer. Her
uncle would be proud she hadn’t forgotten everything he’d taught her.

“What
the hell
are you doing?” Jesse’s voice was an
incredulous, angry growl right behind her.

Lola jolted but managed not to hit her head on the underside
of the raised hood. Oh, shit. Caught red-handed. Or greasy-handed. She winced,
her high fading a little. Nothing to do but bravado her way out of this one.
She pasted a smile on her face, grabbed a rag to wipe her fingers off and
straightened to face him. “Fixing your timing belt. I could hear your Spyder
whining all the way down the road when you left the garage.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked. “I was going to take care of
that. Myself.”

“But you were distracted by getting ready for the weekend
with me, I know. Lasagna, sex toys.” She widened her grin. “Now you don’t have
to worry about the car.”

His eyes narrowed to slits. “Unless you did something that
completely destroyed my priceless classic car.”

Now, that was going a little far. Her brows contracted.
“It’s a phenomenal car, but it’s hardly
priceless
.”

“It is if my father and I restored it from a bucket of rust
together.
Right before he died.
”

Oh. Shit. Her smile fell away and her belly knotted. “I’m
sorry, Jesse. I swear I didn’t mess up your Spyder at all. You can check.”

Grunting, he came forward to do just that, brushing against
her as he moved. He got his hands in the engine, inspecting the belt and
tensioner.

She hovered, worried now that she had somehow made a
mistake. She started babbling even though she knew now was probably a good time
to shut the hell up. “Look, I didn’t know you could cook, right? Is it really
so impossible that I might know something about cars? I was interested in producing
Revved Up
for a reason. I could have gone after another show if I wanted
to, but I asked for this one. I know my way around cars, I really do.”

“Okay. It looks like you did this right.” He took a breath,
rolled his shoulders, visibly forcing himself to relax. Glancing back at her,
the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Maybe just tell me next time instead of
diving under the hood of my ride. I’m a mechanic, so I’m pretty territorial
where my cars are concerned. Especially this car.”

“Noted.” Her nose wrinkled. “I’ve been wanting to look under
your hood for a while. I couldn’t resist, and I wasn’t thinking. But I wouldn’t
want you messing with my Mustang without asking. Sorry about that, sugar.”

A little grin eased the tension out of his face. “You’ve
been wanting to get under my hood, huh?”

“Shut up, pervert.” She huffed out a laugh.

One of his blond brows cocked and his grin turned lecherous.
“I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”

No woman in her right mind would have complained about last
night. And there was Jesse with nothing but a pair of faded jeans clinging to
his muscular thighs. Mm-hm.

He nodded to the engine. “So, why don’t we finish this
together?”

“I thought you’d never ask, sugar.” The smile she gave him
made his gaze darken with lust, just as she’d intended. Bending over beside
him, she held in a sigh when their arms rubbed together and warmth heated her
belly.

“Where’d you learn to do this?” His hands soon turned as
blackened as hers as they set the belt on the right course, checking the crank,
cam and sprockets for timing marks.

“My uncle.” She grabbed the wrench she had balanced on the
engine block and used it on the crankshaft to move the belt around a few
revolutions while Jesse made sure the belt stayed on course.

“So, when do I get to get under
your
hood?” He
glanced over at her fourteen-year-old fire-engine-red Mustang. It was a beauty,
but definitely not one of the vintage cars he was used to working on. She
doubted he was as keen to play with her car as she had been to play with his.

“I should probably get something newer, but my parents
bought it for me before they passed away.” She shrugged, grabbing the timing
cover so they could reaffix it. “I haven’t been able to talk myself into
getting rid of it, even though it’s at that weird stage where it’s not new, but
not yet a classic. It’s just old.”

“Those awkward teen years.” He nodded sagely, and she
chuckled. “Don’t worry, they age out of that phase and turn into classics. No
reason why you should get rid of it if it’s running well.”

She made an incredulous noise. “I keep my baby purring like
a kitten.”

He helped her put the cover back on. “I’ll refrain from
making a dirty joke, since you already called me a pervert.”

That cracked her up, and he laughed with her. She bumped his
shoulder with hers. “Come on, let’s finish.”

“Whatever you want, honey.” They reconnected the battery,
and then Jesse went around to turn over the engine. The car started immediately
and didn’t give the irritating whine that had made her want to fix it in the first
place.

She leaned to the side, waving a hand at him to shut the
engine down. “Looks good!”

Climbing out of the car, he came to join her while she
tossed the wrench into her toolbox. The expanse of his naked chest was right in
front of her and it was all she could do not to lick one of his nipples. Maybe
bite it a little while she was at it. A flush raced up her cheeks, and she was
pretty sure her expression gave away what she was thinking. Not that she was
trying to hide it.

He ran a thumb across her cheek. “You’ve got grease on you.
Time for a shower.”

“Okay.”

Bending forward to grab her toolbox, he walked over to stuff
it in her trunk. “Let me put that away for you, so you don’t get any more ideas
about touching my Spyder without me here to supervise.”

“I won’t!” She had to admire the fact that he hadn’t freaked
out on her. Most men she knew would have read her the riot act for dreaming of
touching their cars. She would have reamed anyone who’d done what she did. Way
to go, Lola. Seeing a problem and fixing it was her nature. She hadn’t been
thinking of what Jesse might have wanted, and she’d stepped over the line. He’d
called her on it, but he hadn’t been an asshole about it. He really was a
nice
man. She didn’t know why that startled her so much, but it did.

“What?”

She shook her head, forcing her mind back to why she was
here. It wasn’t to appreciate Jesse’s personality. She let a slow smile form on
her lips, running her gaze down his body. “Nothing. I want you. In the shower
works just fine for me, sugar.”

His features tightened with lust, his gaze sharpening and
his pupils expanding. “Good. Come here.”

He had it bad.

If he didn’t, he’d have blown a gasket over her laying a
finger on his car. He loved that car. Working on it with her had been interesting,
something he’d never done with a woman before. Only he and his dad had ever
touched the Spyder in the years he’d owned it. True, the repair had been pretty
simple, but she definitely knew more about the inside of an engine than the
average customer at the garage. Which was surprising, in a really good way.

She led the way into the house and a warm sense of what
might have been contentment wrapped around him. It was foolish to enjoy this so
much. His time with her was ticking down to an inevitable end. He’d told
himself to dive into this and experience it to the fullest, but there was such
a thing as getting in over his head. He rubbed a hand over the nape of his
neck, sighing. He liked having her near, liked the way they sparked off each
other and made each other laugh. They had little in common, and it made no
sense, but there it was.

This was not a good sign.

His mouth dried as he watched Lola strip on her way to the
bathroom. She draped her lacy bra across the back of the couch, giving him a
provocative glance over her shoulder. All the blood rushed from his brain to
fill his cock, which ached with the need to be buried inside her slick pussy.

He unfastened his jeans, shoving them down as he followed
her. There was no way he could resist. He licked his lips when she wriggled out
of her panties and left them in the hallway before she entered the bathroom.
Damn, but she had one fine ass. High and round. He groaned as he watched her
lean forward to turn on the shower.

“Ready, sugar?” she drawled out, her voice sweet and
Southern.

He gestured to his stiffened dick. “What do you think?”

“Excellent.” Winking, she stepped under the spray and
crooked her finger at him.

He was across the small room in two strides, crowding her
into the shower stall to make sure her damp curves rubbed against his body. Hot
water sluiced down him and steam filled the room. He bent forward to catch a
droplet of moisture that quivered on the tip of her nipple, curling his tongue
around the tight peak. She swayed into him, her hands sliding into his hair.
Her grip tightened painfully when he bit down on her breast. The sting did
nothing to dissuade him.

Slipping her fingers out of his hair, she stroked across his
shoulder and down to tweak one of his nipples. Gooseflesh broke over his limbs.
God, he loved her hands on him. She tugged on his chest hair before her nail
flicked hard over the flat disc. He shuddered, releasing her breast to
straighten. She took the opportunity to drop her slender hands to his cock,
stroking the length of it.

“You know, I should really make it up to you about the car.”
She sank to her knees before him, flashing the kind of smile that made his
heart hammer. Her grip tightened on his dick, and her tongue flicked out to
circle the bulbous head. A groan ripped out of him.

“Oh, yeah. You might need to make it up to me more than
once.”

She chuckled and the vibration went straight up his shaft.
He had to grit his teeth to hold on to a modicum of control. He didn’t want
this to end that quickly. The jets of water that poured over his skin did
little to help in that area. It only added to the sensations that crashed into
him. Lola’s mouth took him deep, and he watched her cheeks hollow out as she
sucked him. She met his gaze and the look in her eyes told him she knew exactly
how she affected him. Damn, but she was perfect. Nothing else mattered right
now. This moment, with her, was perfect.

Her hand cupped the sac between his legs, massaging his
balls. Sweat broke out on his forehead, the salty beads combining with the spray
of water pelting his body. Lola slid a fingertip back to stroke the
hypersensitive strip of flesh between his balls and his anus. He groaned,
shuddering. Her hands and lips on his skin were beyond incredible. When she
teased the edge of his anus, pressing upward to pierce his ass, his heart
stopped.

“Jesus fucking
Christ
.” His hands shot out to brace
himself on the shower walls, his hips pumping his cock into her hot mouth.
Every time his hips rocked back, he took her finger deeper into his ass. Lust
boiled through him, and his lungs burned as he tried to drag in enough oxygen.

Her tongue slid down the underside of his dick, and then her
mouth opened to take in one of his balls. She sucked him hard, her teeth
scraping ever so lightly on the sensitive skin. Choking on a harsh moan, he
gave a full-body shudder. Jesus Christ,
yes.
She stroked her hand up and
down his cock, her rhythm fast enough to shove him right over the edge. And
then her finger curled inside his anus to press against just the right spot.
His muscles jerked and he came into the air, groaning out his orgasm.

“Lola!”

She continued to work his ass and his dick with her slim
fingers, her tongue teasing his balls, until he shivered and had to pull away.
His heart still pounded in his ears, his lungs heaving for air. He dropped
down, kneeling before her. The water rained down on them and he pulled her
close, pressing his forehead to hers. “That was definitely the way to start the
morning.”

A giggle was her answer, and she wrapped her arms around him.
“No question. Though do you think we should maybe use the shower for
showering?”

“You don’t want to test how long the water heater holds
out?”

“Not hardly.”

“Well, all right.” He swatted her backside, then forced his
muscles to work enough to haul them both to their feet.

Dipping forward, he kissed her again. He had to. The taste
of her was something he’d never get his fill of. Sweet and spicy and totally
Lola. He’d get as much of it as he could for as long as he could, because he
would be walking away after this weekend was over. A deal was a deal. If
something painful twisted through him at the thought, he ignored it.

They washed themselves quickly, since the water heater
was
starting to give out on them. He held open the shower door for her, letting her
hop out to grab a towel, and then he did the same.

She draped the terry cloth over the towel rack, moved over
to the vanity and bent forward to grab her brush. Jesse couldn’t resist. He
dipped down and ran the tip of his tongue along the cleft in her rounded
buttocks. Her body tightened and he felt a delicate shiver course through her.
He knelt down behind her. Slipping his fingers between her thighs, he eased
into her cunt. She was soaking wet and it had nothing to do with the recent
shower. A soft moan echoed in the room.