Feel the Heat: A Contemporary Romance Anthology (14 page)

“Don’t touch me with anything but your mouth. Keep your hands behind your back or I’ll tie them there.”

Cream flowed from her sex, her nether lips slick with the evidence being at his mercy drew from her core. She’d never been mastered before. Never allowed it. She was a take charge, go after what she wanted kind of girl but for the first time in her life she handed control to someone else and reveled in it. His pleasure pulled hers, pushed it to the limit until she stood on the edge of ecstasy.

Her jaw hurt but the pain wasn’t unpleasant. It had a sting that zipped along her veins, zapped at her senses. Blood rushed in her ears and her vision blurred. Relaxing in his hold, she concentrated on the suck of her mouth and the swirl of her tongue. He pumped in and out of her mouth, pounding into it like he had her pussy. Unrelenting, he drove himself as far as he could. With each lunge the mushroom head of his cock hit the back of her throat. The length of him jerked and pulsed against her lips and tongue.

His strokes grew erratic, and the tug on her hair told her he was approaching orgasm. A firm shove forward and his balls slammed into her chin as the cock in her mouth throbbed and exploded in a torrent of cum. Large spurts coated her throat and tongue and she swallowed in an effort to keep it from spilling out.

“Suck harder.” He withdrew until only the head remained in her mouth and finished coming on her tongue.

Carly drew on the tip of his cock, her cheeks hollowing with the suction. She swallowed the hot fluid, lapped at the slit with the tip of her tongue. He groaned above her and his grip on her hair loosened. His softening length left her mouth with a pop and she licked her lips to catch any remaining semen. When he let go of her head completely she fell to the floor exhausted and out of breath, but buzzing with unresolved arousal. She squeezed her legs tight, pinching her clit and shuddered with the effort not to come.

S
axon tried
to catch his breath. His chest heaved with each ragged inhalation. Stars swam in front of his eyes and drums pounded in his ears. Every part of his body tingled, from the brain still struggling to focus, to the toenails on his toes. He couldn’t remember coming so hard before.
Ever.
Never had it felt like his spine was being pulled through his cock and dragging his balls with it. For a second, when cum blasted from his body, he thought he might pass out.

He let Carly go and folded his arms on the door, leaning his forehead against them to stop himself from sinking to the floor. Eyes squeezed tight, he fought to bring himself back to earth. She’d blown him away, first with a body-slamming fuck and then with the blowjob to end all blowjobs.
Christ!
The things she did with that mouth. His cock twitched and pulsed with renewed arousal. Would the thing never get enough?

He wanted her again. Wanted her on a bed where he could press her body into the soft mattress with the weight of his. He wanted her on her hands and knees so he could take her from behind. Wanted to watch, his hands full of her breasts, as she rode him to paradise. Wanted to take her in the shower, all slick and wet, their bodies sliding together with ease. Damn. He just plain wanted
her
.

Any way.

Every
way.

Now.

The scent of sex swirled around him and he breathed it in. He opened his eyes to scan the quivering woman on the floor below him. Her skin was flushed and her entire length shook with suppressed desire. Bent at what had to be an uncomfortable angle, she lay with her eyes closed, emitting tiny moans and harsh breaths. The same little noises she made when poised on the brink, right before she came. The desire to watch her go over the edge filled him.

He dropped to his knees beside her and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“Do you want to come, Carly?”

She shuddered with each word he breathed into her ear.

“You need to come, don’t you?” He nipped at her earlobe and she groaned, her body tightening. “But you can’t, Carly. I haven’t given you permission.”

He wanted to see how far he could push her, how long she could hold out. He ran the tip of his finger down her side, from shoulder to ankle. The shiver that followed brought a smile to his lips. She was so responsive. He trailed his fingers over the blouse clinging to her sweaty flesh, toward her breast and the bud sitting proud on the top of her generous mound. Her body jolted like she’d been shocked with an electric probe as he pinched her nipple with his fingers. The tip beaded, air hissed through her teeth with a whimper of pure desire.

So close.

The clothes had to go. He wanted to see her body react to his touch without the barrier. He wanted to touch her with nothing between them. Skin on skin. He gripped the silk blouse and yanked the seams apart. The sound of rending cloth filled his ears and sent his senses into overload. Some unnamed inner compulsion to claim all of her sliced through him. Before he could think about what he was doing, the urge to possess took hold and he tore the blouse to shreds, throwing the pieces aside like rags.

His hands shook as he gave her flirty little skirt the same treatment. The soft material fell apart without a fight. The scrap of lace that was her bra proved just as easy to rip from her torso and finally she lay bare before him. Blood rushed in his ears. His groin throbbed with savage lust but he wanted all of her. He brushed the tips of his fingers over her breasts, circled the taut peaks but didn’t touch them. She moaned at the light caress—vibrated beneath his skin. Her body twisted to follow his hand and a groan gurgled in her throat when he took his touch away.

Saxon had never wanted to dominate a woman as much as he did Carly. His demands had never been this strong but he wanted to control her. Own her. She triggered more than wants, she set a whole new level of hunger free with her openness. The depth of his feelings scared him, whether he feared how far he’d go or that she’d deny him he wasn’t sure but he knew the next few minutes would change the course of his life.

He eased her over until she lay on her back. His hands on her knees, Saxon spread her legs wide. Her musky scent rose to surround him and he breathed deep, took her inside him. The neatly trimmed hair at the apex of her thighs glistened with her juices, inviting him to touch—to taste. He crawled between her legs, stretched out on his stomach to get a closer look at what was his.

Propped on his elbows with his shoulders holding her thighs apart, he blew a stream of air over her plump pink folds. Her back arched, her hips lifted off the floor and her thighs squeezed his arms. With a thumb on either side of her nether lips he separated them and exposed the swollen clit and weeping channel hiding inside. Her scent grew stronger and he inhaled deeply again to take more of her in. Damn she smelled good. His mouth watered, longing for a taste of her juicy cream. His cock jerked against his belly, fully erect once more.

He flattened his tongue and laved her slit. From bottom to top, he lapped at her. The salty tang of her cream burst across his taste buds, enticed him to devour all she offered. He licked and suckled, sipped the nectar that flowed from her. With the pointed tip of his tongue, he probed inside, dove in as far as he could. Carly shuddered beneath his lips and her sheath clamped tight against his invasion. More fluid gushed from her as she trembled violently with the orgasm she held off.

Tension vibrated every inch of her. She went stiff, arched up into his mouth and a sob quivered on her lips. He withdrew his tongue from her clenching body and blew a stream of air on her clit. The button popped free of its hooded protection and he wrapped his lips around it and sucked at the same time he drove two fingers inside her. She screamed. He lost his rhythm as she thrashed about—on the edge of climaxing.

He let her go, pulled his fingers almost all the way out. She wailed in desperation and put her legs around his shoulders, tried to force him back down. Looking up, his gaze collided with hers. Raw hunger stared back at him. Her lips moved and it took a second for her plea to reach him over the pounding of his heart and rasping of their breaths.

“Please…”

“Now.” The growl burst from his soul as he swooped down and attacked her engorged flesh again.

He used three fingers this time, plunged them deep and curled them to hit her sweet spot. His open mouth sucked her clit inside and he flicked his tongue on the bundle of nerves with fast, firm strokes. She exploded beneath him. Moisture covered his hand and her muscles convulsed, grasping his fingers in a painful vice. The shriek that flew from her chest was airless, barely a sound but the pitch piercing to his ears.

She turned to liquid under him. Going limp, she melted into the floor. Her arms and legs flopped wide and her chest barely lifted with each shallow breath. Thoroughly spent, she lay there—her cheeks flushed with arousal and exertion, her nipples taut and rosy red and her sex plump and glistening with her wetness. She was the picture of sex if ever he’d seen one. He pushed to his knees and admired her.

Something twisted in his chest. Tightened and clenched as he watched Carly. She didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. Exhausted, still as a statue, she was open to him in every way. She’d trusted him with her pleasure and given him more than he’d ever asked for by doing so. He’d taken her like an animal, demanded she give him everything and without pause she had. Never before had a woman been so generous.
So trusting.
She was a treasure to be looked after, to be cherished and he wanted to be the man who took care of her.

And wasn’t he off to a good start? He’d torn the clothes from her body and rutted on her like a wild beast. Saxon closed his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat. Damn. He’d be lucky if she didn’t quit her job and run for her life when she finally came around. He sighed, breathed deep and got a lung full of the smell of sex. His cock twitched and he marveled at the effect this woman had on him. Even now he could take her again. But he wouldn’t, she needed rest and he needed to clean her up and get her into bed.

* * *

C
arly couldn’t move
, her limbs felt like lead weights and caught in that dream state between wakefulness and sleep, she listened to Saxon shift away. She couldn’t even drum up the energy to worry about how wanton she’d behaved, or how he’d been nothing like she expected. The man had rocked more than her world. He’d shifted the whole damn universe on her. And right now she didn’t care. She’d be happy for him to do it all over again.

Saxon hadn’t moved in a while, the rasp of his breath close by her the only clue he hadn’t gone far. The once choppy, shallow inhalations now a steady even draw. She couldn’t even find the strength to lift her eyelids. It might take her a week to get up off the floor. She’d miss her plane home. Not that she was worried. Who cared about a plane or home when you’d just experienced the most shattering orgasm of your life? Clothes rustled next to her and she really wanted to look at what he was doing but her brain couldn’t get her body to follow any of the instructions she tried to send.

Solid arms slid under her shoulders and knees, scooped her against a naked chest. When had he taken his shirt off? Carly flopped like a rag doll in his arms, secure in the knowledge he wouldn’t drop her. Her head spun as he lifted her off the floor, the quick move swishing the blood still on a hormone high as it rushed through her veins. The rock and roll as he walked farther into the suite soothed her senses and she listened to the beat of his heart beneath her ear.

Murmured words floated over her but she couldn’t get her brain in gear to work them out. It didn’t matter; they flowed across her nerves, eased the frazzled ends and calmed her. Soft bedding connected with the heated skin on her back as he lowered her and the shock of cold sent a shiver shuddering down her spine—goose bumps sprang up in its wake.

“Easy, Carly, I’m just laying you on the bed for a minute.” Saxon ran his hand over her head, brushing the hair from her face before he continued to trail his palm down her neck and over her shoulder.

She almost purred at his light touch, the tingle of desire sparking to life as his fingers grazed the side of her breast. Her nipple puckered and a whimper fell from her lips. Blood pulsed in her clit and the slick folds of her sex slid across each other as she squeezed her thighs together. The buzz of arousal hummed inside her pussy. Muscles, tender from use and want, clamped down, drawing another whimper from her.

Saxon left her then, the brush of his feet on the carpet grew fainter as he walked away. Carly forced her eyes open and searched for him in the dimly lit room. He entered the bathroom but it was on the wrong side of the bed, her head whipped around and her gaze stopped at his suitcases in the corner. They were in his room? She was in his bed? Obviously the hot and heavy session by the front door wasn’t the end of things.

He’d said they had the weekend and they did. They had no reason to go anywhere or do anything. They could spend the entire time in bed. Or against the wall. Or on the floor. Water hit porcelain in the bathroom. Carly’s lips twitched with a smile.
Or in the shower.
Her gaze moved back to the bathroom door where steam billowed from the opening and floated out into the room to hover near the ceiling. Saxon’s large build filled the doorframe, his nude body concealed from view by the white vapor swirling around him.

She watched as he strode toward her, totally at ease with his nakedness. The cock that had given her so much pleasure bobbed against his stomach, ready to please her again. The tip glistened with a drop of fluid and she licked her lips at the remembered taste of his cum.

Saxon growled. “You have a very naughty mouth. I can see I’m going to have to keep it busy.”

He bent and brought his mouth to hers. She expected him to ravish, but he didn’t. He teased her lips with his, stroked and brushed from one corner to the other. His tongue slipped out to map the crease between her lips, pry them apart and slide inside. Still he didn’t plunder. With slow, gentle laps he explored the inside of her mouth. Dipping deeper, he traced her teeth and toyed with her tongue. When she tried to suck him in he eased back and scraped across her teeth again.

Carly moaned, the sound swallowed by his mouth, and she opened wider to invite him to explore more but he either didn’t get the hint or chose to ignore it. With a thoroughness that left her dizzy, he worshiped her mouth. Arousal simmered under her skin and she thought she’d go mad if he didn’t take the kiss further. His tongue disappeared and his mouth lifted to brush over hers before he pulled away completely. Her lips clung to his for as long as possible.

The hunger to have him trembled through her. He inspired yearning greater than any Carly could remember. Lusting after him for months was bad enough but now that she’d had him she wanted more. How would she ever go back to just working for him?

“Come on, lazy bones, time to get all wet.”

Wet? She was already wet. He just had to put his hand between her legs to figure that out. She still couldn’t find the energy to move but Saxon solved that, he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Steam coated her face, filled her lungs and clung to her skin. The tap poured water into the huge monstrosity of a tub. Carly estimated the bath was big enough for four people.