Double Dare (15 page)

Her hips began to rock against her hand, where she rubbed slowly at first, then faster and faster, her clit buzzing with pure delirium.

The air stirred as someone walked by, but she didn't register more than that, looking only at him. His fascinated expression urged her on, until she was pressing so hard the peak was seconds away and she had clamp her lips together to stop herself from making a noise.

"Oh, Abby, you look so beautiful, especially when you are about to come."

He could tell. It pushed her over the edge. A burst of energy suffused her groin, followed by hot waves of relief pooling over her entire body, her fingers coated in her juices.

"Let me taste you."

His request made her groan. She felt so horny that she could climb over the table and straddle him right there and then. She pulled her hand out from under the table and laid it over his. He lifted it to his lips and licked her fingertips. Her body shuddered slightly, caught on the brink of a new wave of lust.

"That's only made me want you even more," she commented.

"That's just as well, because you're going to have to have me, and soon." He gave her a dark smile. "I want to take you down a dark alley and find the nearest wall to stand up against so I can fuck you." He gave that slow, wolf smile that she loved so much.

"Let's do it then." Was it the threat of him leaving for Paris that made her reckless, she wondered fleetingly, or something else? Him? Just him? But she wanted to do it as much as he did.

He threw a wad of notes down on the table, gesturing at the waiter as he did so, then stood up, abandoning the drinks.

She retied her sandal strap and followed his lead, smiling as she reached for his hand. They walked away from the table and out of the restaurant, almost racing one another into the street, moving quickly along the pavements. As the sounds and music of the restaurant faded behind them, her heart pounded, she felt dizzy with arousal, deviant, barely in check.

After a few moments he slowed and turned into a gloomy alleyway. "Come on," he said, taking her hand.

Her pulse rate soared. It was perfect. When they reached the hidden part, he glanced around. They were between two tall buildings in a narrow cobbled passage that was lit at each end, but gloomy at the center point. She pulled on his hand, drawing him to halt. "Here's good," she insisted, pointing to narrow ledge of brick jutting from the wall, hungrily grabbing at him for a kiss, pulling him up against her as she backed toward the wall.

He ran his hand over the fabric covering her breasts.

She balanced her hips on the narrow ledge and clutched at him, one leg lifting against his hip, inviting him in. She wanted fast, clandestine sex, and she wanted it now. "I want you really badly."

He glanced back down the alley. There was no one in sight. He lifted the skirts of her dress, shimmying it up around her thighs and hips, tearing her wet G-string down the length of her legs. Abby clutched at him, one leg lifting against him. His hand slipped into the warm damp groove of her sex.

"I wouldn't have missed that show for the world"

Crazy laughter bubbled up inside her, alongside the desire that carried her. She was high on this, every moment sending her further into orbit.

"I must taste you. I want to lick you clean." He kissed her hard, his tongue thrashing with hers, then he squatted in front of her, moving between her thighs. His mouth closed over her mons, kissing her deeply while his hands spread her open. "Exquisite," he whispered, then ran his tongue up and down from her entrance to her clit.

She trembled. The stubble on his chin ground against her, electrifying her skin while his tongue thrust inside her sex, seeking out and devouring her as he kissed and caressed her, inside and out. She whimpered when the tension began to climb back up through her pelvis, his mouth bringing her quickly back to climax again. Her hips moved instinctively, tracing the innate movements of carnal pleasure without the need for thought while he led her back to that special place again.

As if sensing the imminence of her release, he centered his mouth on her clitoris, sucking gently, teasing it to fruition, his fingers moving against the sleek walls of her inner sex. He pressed a digit against the swollen pad of flesh on the front wall of her sex and she almost lost consciousness for a moment as the second climax took her.

She was still catching her breath when she heard his zipper. She'd grown accustomed to the gloom. She could see him holding the thick, hard shaft of his cock in his hand while he rolled on a rubber. She locked her arms around his neck and put one leg up against his flank, inviting him in.

"I could eat you forever," he whispered against her mouth. He lifted her other leg around his hip and pushed her body up the wall, easily strong enough to hold her.

She moaned her approval, urging him on. His cock nudged inside her. He eased the head a little further, then lunged deep. For a moment she was still, taken with the feeling of being filled, her sex sensitized to the max by what had gone before.

Then she breathed out. He pulled back then drove himself inside her. She groaned with pleasure, her head thrown back by the force. Above them clouds scudded away from the moon, flooding them in its eerie glow. Her legs locked around him and she grasped at him with feeble hands. It was dirty, illicit sex—and if felt so, so good.

His thrusts became deep, and fast, his body driving her up against the wall. The straps of her dress slid down and he placed a fevered kiss on her breast where it jigged up. She ground her hips against his to pull him in to the hilt, her back riding up against the rough brickwork of the wall.

She gave a soft laugh, her hips arched. Her body was burning up with the feeling of being stretched to capacity and that oh so delicious nudge up against her core, sending a roar of heat through her groin each and every time.

She heard a sound and saw two figures pass the end of the alley. Their voices faded away and they obviously hadn't seen anything but Abby couldn't help picturing how they might look to a passer by, indulging in a furtive, surreptitious encounter up against the wall, clothes asunder, and the image only served to throw fuel on her fire.

"I'm coming."

"I know. You're on fire." His face contorted when she came, her body clutching at his cock.

"It's you, your cock, it feels so damn good." Her voice lifted in pleasure. "I want to see. Let me see it Zac?" she asked. "Wank for me like I did in there, please Zac?"

"Now?"

"Yes."

He moaned quietly and thrust faster, then pulled out. "Bloody hell, woman, you know how to drive a man insane." He reached down and locked her hand over her sex.

She could feel the reluctant control in his touch.

He ripped the condom off.

She stared at the fierce pulsing head of his cock. It glistened in the moonlight. His fist rode it faster, his body arched before her to fulfill her request. She glanced up. He was looking at her face. His eyes were like hot coals, burning with lust for her as she looked on him. His eyebrows were drawn close together, concentration holding them. Her lips parted, fingers rubbing her clit.

His mouth opened and his hand moved faster still, then it slowed to a complete stop.

She looked down and saw the upward surge of the flesh in his hand. As it pumped and spurted, ribbons of semen flew between them. She gave a small cry at the sight of it then Zac's hands fell against the wall as he leaned into her and clung to her, his body shuddering in release, his mouth kissing her neck, hungrily.

"I want more, more than this," he whispered, against her throat. "I want to fuck you all night long."

"Good," she replied. "Because I haven't done with you yet."

They kissed hungrily, shared promises captured in every one, staying in the dark alley for a long while, their bodies pressed close against each other. She only turned away from him when voices rose up and a crowd of people passed the end of the alleyway.

He bent to straighten her skirts.

"What a gentleman you are."

"I do my best." He straightened up.

"I thought someone might see us."

"You sound disappointed."

"It turns me on, I have to confess."

He growled. "Tell me more."

"Well, during the Shock Tart show, half of me wanted to watch, half of me wanted to be up there on the stage with them, being sexually provocative like that, in front of a crowd of onlookers."

In the moonlight, she could see his eyes gleaming with interest.

"Now that I'd pay to see."

She gave a throaty laugh. "Oh but I wouldn't charge you, Zac."

"It could always be arranged." He kissed her neck, his breath hot on her tingling skin, making her chuckle and writhe against him.

"I suppose you do run a theater, with a stage." Laughter bubbled inside her.

"Unfortunately it's fully booked this week."

"Shame," she teased.

"Another time." He glanced down the alley again. "Do you suppose we can make it back to my place before I have to have you again?" He glanced down into her eyes and she saw the twinkle of amusement in his expression. "I shall want to fuck you, properly...soon. I want to come inside you."

She knew what he meant. He meant really come inside her. Her sex gave a pang of longing. "I want that too."

Music and traffic noise reached on the night air. Sounds echoed the streets when they emerged from the alley. Zac hailed a taxi. Inside, he turned to her and lifted her chin with one finger, his expression serious. "Look, we've got tomorrow before I go away, but why don't you join me in Paris on Friday evening, we could make a weekend of it?"

Her heart leapt. She could see he was being cautious, as if unsure whether she would want to go. She couldn't think of anything she would like to do more. "Yes," she replied. "Oh yes please, Zac." The pleasure of his invitation couldn't be hidden.

He stroked her hair then ran his fingers over her cheek, his smile showing her how glad he was. "I can sort you out a booking?"

"No, that's okay. I'll organize it."

When he kissed her, she could feel his mouth smiling against hers. She ran her hands under his jacket, drawing his hips closer to her. Paris, far away from everyone, just the two of them. Her body began to pulse with anticipation.

* * * *

On the other side of the city, Nathan was at The Hub, standing by the sound-mixing desk, watching a band rehearse, when he felt his phone vibrating in his hip pocket. He pulled it out and saw from the screen display that it was Suzanne.

"This is an unexpected surprise."

"I've been thinking about you," she whispered

He could barely hear her. "That's good news, but why are we whispering?"

"The little one has just gone off to sleep."

Of course, she'd said she was babysitting. "Hold on while I move somewhere quieter." He walked away from the stage into the corridor at the rear, where the sound was muted. As he did, a picture of domestic bliss featuring Suzanne at the center settled into his mind and he smiled. It wasn't something he ever thought about, but now it had been dropped in his path he found that he rather enjoyed the image.

"That's better."

"Can you hear me now?" she whispered.

"Oh yes."

"Is that music I hear, are you at a gig?"

"I'm at a rehearsal, I do some sound mixing. It's a new band and they're just trying out the stage for acoustics. They're pretty good. I thought maybe you'd like to come down and hear them play on Friday night?"

"Oh Nathan, I'd love to." Even though she was whispering, he could hear the excitement in her voice. "I was just thinking about how much fun we had last night."

Listening to her whisper down the line put a big smile on his face. At the base of his spine, that intense thudding sensation had kicked in. "Me too, in fact I don't know if I feel like waiting until Saturday for a repeat performance."

"Me neither."

Thud, thud. His cock was straining against his jeans. "What are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Seeing you." She gave a quiet, soft laugh that trickled over him in the most maddening way. "You could pick me up from work about seven?"