Exposed to You (9 page)

Joy sensed him looking down at her, but she focused on her task of unbuttoning his shirt. If she looked into his eyes, her self-consciousness might dampen her ardor, and she wanted no interference to her desire at the present moment. She parted his shirt and for a few seconds just stared at the expanse of flawless, golden brown skin covering ridged, defined muscle. His small, coppery-tinged nipples nestled in a smattering of light brown hair on his chest. The narrow path of hair that bisected a flat, defined abdomen seemed to beckon Joy . . . tempt her to follow it beneath the waistband of his crisp black trousers.

She looked into his face, feeling overwhelmed. God, he really was something from another world. This felt beyond her.

Perhaps he read the mixed anxiety and longing on her face, because his arms came around her loosely. He opened his palm at the small of her back and kneaded her flesh gently.

“Touch me, Joy. Let me see your hands on me,” he rasped, his voice coming from just above the top of her head. She looked straight ahead, her line of sight directly on dense pectoral muscles. She reached. A small sigh leaked past her lips. His skin felt thick and soft, the muscle beneath rigid against her seeking fingertips. She touched the crinkly hair on his chest and then a nipple. His breath hitched. His flesh beaded beneath her stroking finger. His cock lurched next to her belly.

“Joy,” he muttered. He bent and covered her mouth with his own. As if his kiss gave her permission, she began to touch him everywhere, sliding her palms along the sides of his ribs, molding his back muscles to her palms, testing to see if the trail of hair down his taut abdomen felt as silky as it appeared.

It did. It also made Everett groan into her mouth and seal their kiss. She glanced up, her first and second fingers dipping beneath his waistband, pausing when she saw the glint in his blue-green eyes.

“Let’s get you out of this dress,” he murmured. She felt his hand at her shoulder. Instead of immediately pulling on the cotton straps, he toyed with them for a moment, running the cloth between his long fingers. For some reason, his actions made liquid heat surge between her thighs. When he eventually did pull at the material, releasing the bow, he smiled. By the time he’d untied the other strap, she breathed raggedly.

“It’s like unwrapping a priceless present,” he said, devilish grin in place.

She laughed softly, although his teasing tone couldn’t entirely erase the tension inherent to the moment.

His hand shifted to her back and he lowered the zipper on her dress. Instead of allowing the loose fabric to drop, he stepped back a few inches and lowered it deliberately, exposing her chest and the top curves of her breasts, allowing her nipples to peek above the cloth, then the fringe at the neckline to scrape across her ribs and belly.

Joy held her breath. It was almost unbearable, the anticipation, watching his face when he exposed the sensitive strip of flesh above her mons and the tiny triangle of ivory silk that covered her pubic hair. Her dress bunched in his fist. He lowered it farther. She gasped softly when his knuckles brushed against her naked thigh. He dropped it suddenly, the dress fluttering to her ankles. He spread his hand along the front of her thigh.

“God, you’re lovely.”

She made a strangled sound as his hand coasted upward. He touched her pussy through the meager fabric of her thong, the caress firm and confident.

“Bless it, you’re wet,” she thought she heard him say. His gaze flickered up to her face. “You’re ready.”

“Yes,” she said shakily.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her back to the bed. She sat and then lay back at his silent urging. Her throat tightened uncomfortably when he carefully removed her thong.

He stood and began to undress. She wanted to undress him as he had her, so sweetly, so seductively, but she felt almost debilitated by her desire. Her limbs felt heavy. Her pussy felt like a living thing between her thighs, tingling with arousal, hungry for stimulation, aching to be filled.

She swallowed with difficulty a moment later as she watched Everett lower his pants. He wore boxer-briefs, the stark whiteness of them a contrast to his gilded skin. His erection strained against the fabric, the outline of his cock clear to see.

She didn’t know what to say when he stood before her naked, didn’t know what to do. He was so beautiful, it almost hurt her a little to look at him. Something so amazing, so brilliant, couldn’t be a lasting thing. It wasn’t even conceivable. She lay there, her flesh prickly, needful of the friction of his body against hers. It surprised her a little to see her own arms stretched out, beckoning him. He quickly donned a condom, the strength of his arousal stretching the prophylactic tight.

He knelt between her opened thighs and placed his hands next to her head, his shoulder and arm muscles flexing hard. He leaned down and kissed the nipple of her left breast, flicking his tongue over the tip before he pressed his mouth above her pounding heart.

“Lovely Joy,” he whispered next to her skin. She encircled his neck with her hands, delving her fingertips into the corded muscle of his upper back. His hand moved to the back of her thigh. He pushed her knee toward her chest and shifted his hips, the motion fluid and natural. She felt the head of his cock nudge her pussy and met his stare. He slowly began to pierce her. A convulsion of emotion shuddered through her. It’d been so long since she’d been with a man.

“Are you all right?” he whispered.

She bit her lip and nodded. His girth was stretching her, but even as he flexed with his hips, she felt her flesh melt around him . . . welcome him.

“You’re very small,” he said through a tense jaw.

“I haven’t done this for a while,” she whispered. She ran her hands down his sides. She placed one hand on a smooth, dense buttock. Another shudder went through her, this one of excitement. Her vagina tightened around him. He groaned and flexed, seating himself farther inside her. She tightened her hand on his ass, cupping him, urging him. A feverish flush went through her.

“Jesus. I can feel your heat,” he muttered tensely, sinking inside her several more inches. She lowered her other hand, holding both of his cheeks. She pushed, letting him know with her actions what she wanted.

“Joy,” he grated out. He gave in to her wish and pushed into her to the hilt. His ass felt as hard as stone beneath her clutching hands. It hurt a little, to be so filled with him. But her excitement was greater than her discomfort. Not so long ago, she’d felt so broken, so polluted by her illness and by the chemicals running in her veins—the poison to kill the greater evil. Now she was brimming with life, golden and rich, overfilled by Everett’s powerful energy. He pulsed against her clamoring nerves, kissing deep, secret flesh with his cock.

She glanced up at him, taking in the gleam of sweat on his rigid stomach muscles, the bunching of his chest and shoulders and the feral gleam in his eyes.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

His nostrils flared. He held her stare and granted her request, drawing out of her several inches before he sank back into her to the hilt. Her breath caught at the sure, firm stroke.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, pausing, his stomach muscles clenching.

“No. No. It feels so good.”

He began to fuck her with slow, thorough strokes that built a delicious friction in her. She admitted the fact that it wasn’t enough to Everett before she acknowledged the truth herself. She clutched his ass and tensed her biceps tight.

“Harder. Please.”

They might have been a stranger’s words flying past her lips. His gaze searched her face. The next moment, he granted her request. Her eyes flew wide. He’d drawn his cock out of her until the thick head licked at her swollen labia in a teasing caress. Then he drove deep again . . . and again. She bobbed her hips, so needy for that delicious stretch of her flesh that sent a pang through her clit, for that moment when he sank his cock completely inside her and gave his hips that slight jerk, grinding his pelvis against her wet, tender tissues.

Distantly, she was aware of her antique brass headboard clacking against the plaster wall. Her eyelids sagged as she became transported by sensation.

“Joy.”

His sharp call made her eyelids flutter open. He’d paused, his pelvis pressed tight against her hungry pussy.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, hovering on the precipice of orgasm.

His cock jerked inside her womb.

“Keep your eyes open.”

He began fucking her again, his eyes like lancing lasers that wouldn’t allow her to look away.

“Oh . . . it’s . . .”

“Let it happen. Come,” he said as he plunged into her and the bed rattled.

Her first cry sounded panicked to her own ears. Then climax ripped through her from root to limb, and she knew nothing but shuddering pleasure.

Through a hot haze of satiation, she became aware of Everett’s full, firm cock sliding out of her body.

“No.”

“It’s okay,” he whispered.

She opened her eyelids and watched through a slit as he came to rest next to and above her, on the pillow.

“Come here,” she heard him coax, his hands sliding beneath her back, urging her to rise off the mattress. She moved, feeling strange . . . disoriented.

“Straddle my lap,” he said.

She blinked and pushed her bangs out of her eyes. He’d sounded so tense. He sat on her mattress, his back a foot away from the brass posts of the headboard, his long legs sprawled before him. She straddled his thighs, her gaze falling to his lap. Awareness snapped through her consciousness like a whip. He was still hard—incredibly so. She was surprised the condom didn’t snap around his swollen member.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, clambering closer to him. “I hadn’t realized.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I wanted it that way,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders, guiding her over him. She noticed that the condom glistened with her own juices. “I want to savor you. I want to take you like an animal, too,” he admitted under his breath. “But I’m trying to fight the instinct.”

He put his hand at the root of his cock—the naked stretch where the condom couldn’t reach. Something about the image of him touching himself, his fingers draping down over his large, full testicles, made her clit pinch in renewed arousal. He held himself at a hospitable angle, his hand on her hip. Joy raised herself and caught the bulbous head of his penis between her spread thighs.

He felt so huge as he began to penetrate her vagina, she would have sworn he was entering her for the first time, fresh. She held on to his shoulders, gritting her teeth at the intense pressure as she slid down the shaft several inches. She could feel the defined ridge beneath the head of his cock in this position, feel the tip carving into her while her flesh melted around him, hugged him tight.

“Shh,” he murmured, and she realized she’d gasped at the effort of taking him when her body was so open, so vulnerable to him. He caught her bottom, just beneath her buttocks, his strong biceps flexing tight as he held her in place for a moment with his cock half inside of her.

But Joy wiggled her hips in his hold, coaxing his cock farther inside her. He was stretching her, and the friction was sharp. She burned, existing on a delicious edge between pain and intense pleasure. She dropped her weight, bending her knees farther. They both gasped when she fell in his lap, his balls pressing against her damp, delicate tissues.

“Oh, God,” he muttered tightly.

For a few seconds, neither of them moved. Everett dropped his head, his chin on his chest. She saw his shoulders and chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. She, too, was having difficulty gathering herself with a large, swollen cock throbbing deep inside her.

After a moment, he looked up, a grim expression on his face. He leaned back slightly on one arm, putting his lean, gilded torso at a backward angle. He caressed her thigh.

“Do you think you can straighten your legs behind me? Lean back, like me,” he instructed gruffly.

She moaned, feeling feverish, not entirely understanding what he meant.

“I want to see you while I’m in you. All of you,” he muttered, breaking through her disorientation. “Please.”

She let out a shaky groan when she attempted to move with him lodged so deeply. Was he on the edge of orgasm? He felt enormous, she thought distractedly as she attempted to do what he’d asked, straightening her knees so that her legs were on either side of him. His cock slid slightly out of her in the process. When she’d settled, her legs spread, her hands behind her, bracing her upper body, she pushed with her hands.

They both clenched their teeth when she slid him back into her to the hilt.

She sat facing him, her lap nailed to his by his erect member, her legs spread, staring at the glorious length of Everett’s muscular, sweat-glistening torso.

She’d never felt so aroused in her life.

He reached between her thighs and slid a finger between her labia. She whimpered as he agitated her clit.

She’d never felt so vulnerable.

Her vagina tightened around him as he stimulated her.

“Everett,” she whispered desperately.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his hot stare running over her flushed face and down over her breasts and heaving belly to her pussy. She glanced down and moaned when she saw how pink her outer sex looked beneath his rubbing finger, how wet. She was completely exposed to him in this position. There was nowhere to hide. She shifted her hips against his ruthless finger and felt his cock jerk inside her.

“Don’t move,” he ordered abruptly.

She glanced into his face.

“I’m sorry,” he said more calmly. “If you move, I’m going to come. I’m right on the edge.”

“I want you to come,” she moaned when he resumed torturing her clit.

“I want
you
to come.”

She bit her lip in an agony of rising friction and bliss.

“I want to move,” she pleaded shakily. “Let me move.”

“Stay still.” She heard the edge to his quiet voice and forced her hips to remain immobile. It was so hard. She didn’t want to climax, sprawled out like this, so vulnerable to his watching eyes.