Caramel Kisses (14 page)

Reaching back,
Sydni
sank her fingers into the soft hair on Drew’s head and pulled him to her shoulder. Immediately his tongue came out to play with the sweet spot that made her squirm. Oh yes, right there where shoulder and neck muscles twined together.

Instantly soaking wet
Sydni
was consumed with need for Drew to satisfy her. And not just physically, but somehow he’d managed to sink into the very depths of her soul and take up residence there. And it only made her body react to him all the stronger.

Drew lifted her leg and pushed with his hips. The second
Sydni’s
nervous system registered the delicious stretch and burn of that fabulous cock, it went into overdrive.

“God, that’s so good,” she moaned, pushed her ass back at him as he slid deeper. Suddenly her whole being stood on the brink of falling apart. “Fuck me, Drew.”

“I know you’re sore,
Syd
. Let’s take it easy.” His strokes remained even as he made gentle love to her.

She lifted her leg, reached back and stroked the base of his rod as it moved gently in and out of her.

“Oh god, please.
I’m on fire. I need it.”

“
Mmmm
, are you sure, sweet? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me, damn it!” Her hips swiveled and she tightened the muscles of her pussy knowing he couldn’t resist the extra pressure applied to his already engorged cock.

“Damn,
Syd
, you’re wicked.”

“Damn right.
Now harder.”

The speed of his thrusts increased, along with her heart rate. His breath cooled the sweat filming the back of her neck.
Right on
that
spot.

“Bite me there,” she pleaded. He did. She lost it.

With a wild shriek,
Sydni
yanked the covers off their writhing bodies, pushed up off the firm mattress and leveraged herself until she was on top and still impaled on Drew’s lovely cock. With her back to him, feet planted on the bed, she squatted and bounced like a cowgirl at a rodeo.

Yee haw!

Drew’s fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass, putting his hips in motion and adding to the madness. He lifted her. Let her drop as his cock surged deep.

“Oh shit! Yes,” she growled. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”

Hard, fast.
Now.
Exactly what she needed.

They fell apart together, each calling out the other’s name.

When they could breathe again, Drew urged her out of bed and to the shower. To her surprise, he bundled her in her favorite bath robe and led her downstairs to the family room where he made her sit while he made breakfast. To
Sydni’s
surprise, he’d gotten
Charli
to give up her favorite recipe—apple upside down pancakes.

After a delicious breakfast, they sprawled in a tangle of arms and legs on the couch enjoying easy conversation.

“What are you doing next week and the week after?”

“Work.
Why?”
Sydni
answered on a lazy yawn.

“I’d like you to come on vacation with me.”

Vacation?
When was the last time she’d taken one of those? It wasn’t from a lack of desire to take time off. It simply wasn’t that appealing to go alone.
Charli
often invited her to take off on trips with her friends who happened to almost always be male. Third-wheeling simply wasn’t
Sydni’s
style.

“You just started a new position with the company. How can you afford to take vacation time right now?”

“Part of my signing bonus.
They needed me in the position just as much as I wanted to accept it. I already had vacation planned, so the powers that be had no problem with me negotiating to keep it, rather than push it off until later. So, you game? All you have to do is say yes and pack. I’ll take care of all the little details.”

It was awfully tempting. But there was the anomaly on the invoices against the Sony purchase order that needed looking into, though nobody seemed concerned about it except her.

But Drew was kissing her again, wiping away what little resistance she thought she had.
Sydni
heard herself agreeing to go to New Zealand. And by the time Drew was finished laying it down on her, she would have agreed to anything.

Chapter Ten

Alfred Pawn rolled over in the big bed and stretched awake. Every muscle between neck and knees was deliciously sore from the romp he’d shared with Viktor this evening. But where was his lover? The cooling sheets indicated he couldn’t have been out of bed long. Perhaps he’d just gone to the bathroom?

Alfred lay back on the pillows with a sated sigh, stroking his limp cock in memory of all that Viktor had done to the semi-sore member.
Mmm
. God, what a wonderful lover. A twinge of guilt settled in his gut for a second when thoughts of Alex
Voltier
intruded. Alfred tried to remember why he was cheating on Viktor with Alex in the first place.

Alex had promised him a cut of the two million dollars they stood to gain from a bit of creative book keeping.
That, in addition to being Alex’s exclusive lover, had convinced Alfred to walk a thin line with Viktor, who’d been nothing but kind to him, though a bit demanding in the bedroom.
Alex, on the other hand was a marvelous fuck with a wicked streak a mile long. What drew him to her?
The excitement of cheating, perhaps?
Or the long-buried freak that the woman tended to bring out in him?

What he shared with Viktor was mutually warm and exclusive. But with Alex it was flat out explosive.

Alfred hoped his lover never found out. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Viktor, but Alex drove a hard bargain and an even harder riding crop. Alfred couldn’t decide who wielded the thing better, Alex or Viktor. But one thing was for sure—if Viktor ever found out Alfred was having an affair, and with a woman of all creatures, there would be the devil to pay.

A muffled, barely audible shriek had Alfred scrambling from the big bed, heart slamming into his throat with alarm. What the hell was that? Shit! There it was again. The sound was urgent.

And where the hell was Viktor?

Creeping from the bedroom on bare feet, Alfred started to ease into his clothes, but a whisper of self-preservation told him to leave them. The last thing he needed was for his clothes to rustle if he came upon a burglar. Out of the door and down the hall, he came up on a room he hadn’t noticed before. Actually, in the months he’d been with Viktor they seldom made it past the bedroom. A flush worked its way up his neck and into his cheeks as his cock began to stir with the thought of making love with Viktor. A scream sent the blood rushing away from his dissipating erection and straight to his heart.

Pressing his ear to the door he heard a distinctly male voice. But that voice hadn’t made such a strangled urgent sound.

He turned the knob slowly and released a pent up breath when it slid open without a sound, cracked just enough to get a peek inside. Alfred’s blood ran cold.

A buck naked Alex
Voltier’s
hands were tied to what looked like a padded sawhorse. Bent over, legs spread wide, back at a perfect ninety-degree angle. A little green vibrator hummed in her pussy.

And Viktor’s talented cock shuttled in and out of Alex’s ass.

The woman begged, screamed almost incoherently when what must have been a cataclysmic orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs visibly trembled until Alfred was sure she would have buckled to the floor without the padded table holding her up. And Viktor kept right on fucking the hell out of her.

“These walls are soundproofed but if you don’t stop screaming I’ll have to gag you. I can’t have you accidentally disturbing the guest in my bed.”

“He sleeps like the dead,” Alex panted. “I can’t help screaming. It hurts so
good
.”

“Yes, well, let’s finish this shall we. I must get back to him before he wakes.” After a particularly wicked stroke, Viktor moaned, “
Mmm
, the pawn’s ass is almost as delicious as yours.”

The pawn?
Alfred’s gut churned. God, he was going to throw up.

Viktor’s voice reached out into the room again. “I’m waiting, Alex.”

Alex sucked in a breath and rasped, “I won’t question. I will do as I am told. And only come when allowed.”

“Again,” Viktor demanded, stuffing himself into her ass.

Alex took a deep breath and rambled between each stroke as Viktor slammed into her flesh. “I won’t question. I will do as I am told. And only come when allowed.”

Viktor and Alex?
Pawn?
Son of a bitch.

Chapter Eleven

“Blanket, sir?” the too-friendly stewardess asked, while practically rubbing her perky-assed tits all over Drew’s shoulder. He looked up at her with a deep frown marring his brow. He took that moment to reach back, loop his arm around
Sydni’s
shoulders and practically hauled her into his lap.

“No, thanks.
I brought my own.
Can’t have my babe underneath something that probably hasn’t been washed in a year.”

Sydni
wasn’t sure whether to chuckle at his snarky comment or cringe at the thought of handling the airline blanket. “You can get me a soda, though.
Something brown with caffeine.
And a cranberry juice for my sweetie here.”

She bit her lip when Drew tilted his head in her direction. Man, if the stewardess could have tossed ‘
em
both off the plane at thirty-seven thousand feet with a look, she and Drew would be growing wings and learning how to fly about ten seconds ago.

Perky Boob Woman flounced away.

“You are a really bad boy, you know that?”
Sydni
whispered on a barely suppressed giggle-sigh.

He’d pulled a comfy fleece blanket out of a bag he’d toed underneath the seat in front of him, draped it over both their chilled bodies, and was in the middle of doing all kinds of wicked things to her thighs with his fingers.

“I’m only bad with you, beautiful. Now…” he breathed in her ear. “Spread those sweet thighs for me just a bit.”

“I can’t spread my legs on a commercial flight,”
Sydni
hissed. Drew’s audacity was second to none. But since it was all her fault the man stayed in a constant state of horny-
ness
, she certainly wasn’t going to complain.

“Nobody can see with the blanket over us. And there’s a lot to be said for flying first class. Lots of leg room.”

His palm landed in her lap and nudged. When she wouldn’t part them, he eased his fingers to a certain place on her knee and pressed. She was ticklish there and her legs flew open all on their own.

“Drew, stop it,” she warned, cheeks heating rapidly. God, the man had everything blushing, the cheeks on her face,
the
cheeks of her ass and the soon-to-be pouty lips of her sex.

His hand eased back and forth across her skin. Why in the world had she decided to wear a damn skirt on the plane
anyway.
His eyes were locked with hers, but his expression had taken on a somewhat dreamy, distant look.

“Drew?”

“Look, woman, I have to get my fix,” he said seriously, trying to look all kinds of innocent.
Didn’t work.
Perhaps it was due to the devilish grin that he tried to keep from spreading across his lips. “I’ll never make it the next twelve hours without touching you.”

“Well, I’ll never make it if you do touch me.”

“Sure you can. Just cum quietly.”

Dear god, what had she done to deserve this? Whatever it was, it had obviously been something really,
really
good.
Or really, really bad.

Drew’s lips approached one of the many sensitive spots on her neck that he’d found since they’d become lovers. This one was just below her left ear. The pads of two fingers had just tapped her rapidly swelling clit when the flight attendant returned, practically thrusting Drew’s Coke into his face.

Drew ignored the woman with practiced ease. Without missing a single nip or tug on
Sydni’s
earlobe, he said in as deadpan a voice she’d ever heard, “Oh. You’re back. Just sit the drinks down and there’ll be nothing else. At least not right now. Later we may need a warm towel.”

And he proceeded to lick a path up
Sydni’s
neck so blatantly hot it wrung a gasp and a shudder from
Sydni
. The man didn’t bother to acknowledge how wide the other woman’s eyes became, nor how much they narrowed before she departed.

* * * * *

So far vacationing with Drew had been a blast.
Sydni
was having an awesome time exploring the land of The Lord of the Rings. There couldn’t possibly be another place like New Zealand anywhere on Earth.
And certainly not another man anywhere like Drew.
In addition to arranging the most out-of-the-way accommodations, he’d arranged helicopter tours of some of the locations where the movie had been filmed. The land was wild and untamed in places, bringing to mind certain scenes from her favorite epic film. And she had her own action hero in a rugby player’s body, but with a more stylish haircut.

Sydni
leaned back in her chaise and frowned down at the baby powder fine sand underneath her feet, debating whether she wanted to swim and get sand up her ass, or just lay here and watch Drew play. Raising her gaze, she watched her man approach and had to force herself to breathe.
As usual.

Rising up out of the waves, Drew dripped sex. After planting his surf board into the sand every step he made toward her sent her stomach rippling up into her throat. The water dripped down his body in sparkling rivulets, leaving wet paths in the downy hair of his bare chest. Packed slabs of muscle bunched and flexed as he wicked the water down and away from his arms. God the man had the most delicious thighs and well-formed calves she’d ever seen on a man.
And an ass to simply die for, which happened to be nicely outlined by his soaked swim trunks.