Fever (46 page)

her velvety tongue. To the back of her throat, resting a moment before retreating in slow, sensual

thrusts. She lifted her hands, reaching back tentatively to curl around his thighs until her fingers teased

over his ass, almost as if she were asking permission to touch him. He liked it too damn much to tell

her to put her hands forward, and she was gloriously uninhibited, determined to explore and delight in

her inebriated state.

Low, sexy sounds hummed from her throat, vibrating around his dick every time he sank deeper. As

his movements became more forceful, wet sucking sounds filled the room. It was hot. Everything

about tonight pushed every one of his buttons. He’d never fucked a drunk woman before. It was a

definite no in his book because he never wanted it to be construed that he’d taken advantage of a

woman who wasn’t fully cognizant of her actions.

But Bethany was with him. She wanted this. Hell, she’d all but demanded to be fucked in her shoes,

adorably tipsy, eyes glowing and cheeks flushed. And he was going to give her what she wanted,

absolutely.

He closed his eyes, rocking up on his toes, his palms tightening on her face and then sliding to

tangle in her hair as he pulled her to meet his thrusts. Long, slow and deep, he drew out his pleasure,

feeling every lick, every suck, every time her cheeks hollowed and then puffed out.

Then he stopped, his breaths tearing raggedly from his chest. She made a low murmur of protest

when his hands left her face and he smiled down before leaning in to drop a kiss on her upturned lips.

“Want to fuck that pussy, baby.”

She sent him a goofy grin, her eyes lighting up. “I want that too. How do you want me?”

The simple request sent a dark thrill through him. So submissive. So willing to please.

“Turn around and give me those gorgeous legs. I’m going to wrap them around me and then I’m

going to hold those heels, spread you wide and fuck you hard.”

She shivered uncontrollably, her nipples puckering so delectably that he couldn’t control the urge

to lean over her body and suck each one in turn into his mouth. She moaned and arched into him as he

licked and teased.

“Like that, huh,” he said with a low chuckle.

“Mmm hmmm.”

He helped turn her around, smiling at the drowsy, drugged droop to her eyes. She fell back onto the

bed, her legs sprawling apart. One of her shoes was hanging precariously from her toes and he slid it

back over her heel before gripping her ankles and hauling her roughly to the edge of the bed.

Bending her knees back, he wrapped her legs around his waist and entered her in one hard thrust.

She gasped. He gasped. So tight, but she was wet around him, easily taking him to the balls. He

stayed that way for a long moment, collecting himself so he didn’t come.

Then as he’d promised, he reached back to unhook her legs, pushed her knees toward her body,

spreading her wide. His hands glided over the expensive, glittering heels and he grasped the thin

four-inch spikes.

“Ready?” he ground out, his voice cracking every bit as much as his control threatened to shatter.

She nodded solemnly, her eyes glittering and heavy with the effects of the alcohol.

He began to fuck her. Hard, forceful thrusts. He lunged into her, his body slapping into hers as his

grip tightened around her heels. Her pussy tightened and then fluttered around him, signaling her

impending orgasm. But he didn’t want her to come yet. Not yet. Not until he was deep in her ass. If

she came again so quickly, she wouldn’t be ready to take him in her ass. It would only cause her

discomfort and he wanted this to be perfect for them both.

“Try to hold off, baby,” he whispered. “Going to fuck you a little while longer. Love this pussy.

But then I’m going to have that sweet ass and that’s when you get to come.”

“I want on top,” she said, her lips pouty and cute.

He raised an eyebrow. “Think you can take me in your ass that way?”

Her bottom lip pushed out more until all he wanted to do was kiss her senseless and suck on that

luscious, full mouth.

“I wanna be on top and fuck you with my heels on. Know I said I wanted you to fuck me in these

heels, but I’m thinking I could fuck you.”

He chuckled and pushed in, taking her breath in a gasp. “You have to know I can’t ever tell you no,

especially when you’re so damn cute when you pout.”

Her eyes brightened with excitement. He leaned over her, blanketing her body as he let her heels

fall down his legs. He nuzzled and sucked at her nipples, tasting and rolling the puckered tips with his

tongue.

“I love that,” she sighed. “You have such an amazing mouth. Even when I’m not drunk.”

He laughed and shook against her body. “Thank fuck for that, baby. I’d hate to know I was only

good in the sack when you were three sheets to the wind.”

She pushed impatiently at him and he bit back another grin. He was supposed to be in control here

but she was determined to have her way and she wanted it now. Far be it from him to ever hold back

a lusty, gorgeous, drunk woman who wanted to have her evil way with him.

He lifted himself off her and then reached for the lubricant in the nightstand. He crawled onto the

bed and reclined on his back, reaching his hand to help her climb up over him.

He handed her the tube, his expression going serious for a moment. “Know you’re having fun, baby,

but I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Make damn sure you use enough lubricant and take it slow and

easy until I’m inside you.”

She sent him a dazzling smile that made his gut tighten.

“Love you,” she said, slurring the
L
and drawing out the
you
until it became two words.

He went soft all over. “Love you too, baby. Now have your fun and take your man. I’m just going to

lie here and let you do your thing.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that,” she purred.

She concentrated intensely on applying the lubricant to his dick. She covered every inch until he

was about to lose his mind. If she didn’t hurry, he’d never make it inside her.

When she seemed satisfied with her effort, she tossed the tube aside and then planted her palms on

his chest, her unfocused stare finding him, gravely serious.

“I’m not at all sure what I’m doing,” she said as if imparting something of great importance. “I

might need your help.”

He suppressed a chuckle and then reached down to grasp his slippery cock.

“Just hold on to me like you’re doing. When I tell you, start to ease down and take it slow. I’ll take

care of you.”

She sighed and sent another dazzling, heart-stopping smile his way. “I know you will. You take

such good care of me.”

He guided her hips down with his free hand and then held his cock firmly in position. He reached

down to part her ass and tucked the head at her puckered entrance. Her eyes widened when the tip

pressed into her tiny entrance.

“It’s all up to you now,” he said.

Her lips tightened in concentration and her palms dug into his shoulders as she began to push

downward. Thankfully, with the amount of lubricant she’d applied and the fact that he was hard as a

fucking stone, he penetrated her easily. She paused when he was halfway in, her expression almost

comical.

“You’re huge,” she whispered.

He laughed. “I haven’t gained size in my dick, baby. It’s the same size it’s always been.”

“Okay, but it feels a lot bigger,” she grumbled.

And then she pushed down, taking him to the balls. He groaned at the instant pressure surrounding

him. She gripped him like a fist, squeezing and milking his dick like she wanted every drop of his

cum.

“Oh hell,” he muttered. “Need you to move, baby. This is going to be fast.”

She shook her head and frowned. “Not until I say.”

He lifted an eyebrow in question.

“You can’t come until I say,” she said with a fierce glare.

He laughed again and gripped her hips, holding her down in place. “Then you better say soon or

you’re going to have an ass full of my cum and there won’t be a damn thing you can do about it.”

She looked disgruntled but then she sat back, her hands sliding down his chest to his abdomen. She

rotated experimentally, twitching her body this way and that until he was to the point of begging her to

stop. She was going to be the death of him.

Then she found her rhythm and began to move up and down, his dick coming halfway out before

she’d slide back down, taking him fully. He helped keep her steady so she didn’t pitch over sideways

and he lifted his hips to aid her movements.

“This is nice,” she breathed.

“Nice?” He had to laugh again. “Wouldn’t call it nice, baby. It’s fucking torture.”

She gave him a wicked, crooked smile, her eyelids half closed and sexy as hell as she studied him.

“Do I get to come now?” she pouted.

“Hell yes, as long as I get to come with you.”

“I need some help in that department,” she said. “If I pick up my hands, I’m gonna fall off and I

don’t want to do that.”

His body shook with amusement. “No, I don’t want you falling off either. You just keep holding on.

I’ll take care of you, baby.”

He moved one of his hands from her hip to slide between them so his finger caressed her clit. She

immediately tensed over him and her eyes closed dreamily.

“’Kay, you can come now,” she declared.

If his dick wasn’t about to explode, he’d chuckle again, but he was too far gone to laugh at how

damn cute she was being. Instead he increased the pressure on her clit and began to surge upward,

burying his cock as far into her ass as he could manage.

She came first, her head thrown back, his name a cry on her lips. He had to catch her as she fell

forward, her entire body going limp as a dishrag. He wrapped both arms around her, holding her tight

as he continued to arch into her. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw and then he let out a roar

that vibrated the walls as he exploded inside her.

Jet after jet pumped into her body. He came violently, an endless stream, his balls tight, his dick

straining until it neared the point of pain. He lifted his hips one last time, holding himself as his back

bowed.

“Jesus,” he muttered as he collapsed back onto the bed, her body blanketing his.

She was warm and sated, limp and completely his. His cock twitched inside her and she nuzzled

her face against his chest.

“Gonna have to do this again,” she slurred, her words barely audible. “I like when you fuck me in

my sexy shoes.”

His body shook and his grip tightened around her, holding her close, hugging her to him, never

wanting to let her go.

“Baby, I like fucking you any way I can, but the shoes are definitely a plus. I’ll buy you a different

pair for every day of the week if this is what I have to look forward to.”

chapter thirty-six

“Still no sign of Kingston?” Jace asked grimly.

“No, sir,” came Kaden’s brisk reply. “I’ve had Trevor poking around down where he and Bethany

used to hang when she was on the streets. Haven’t seen any sign of him and he hasn’t been back to the

apartment.”

Jace sighed. “Okay, keep me posted.”

He disconnected the call and leaned back in his chair. As he lifted his gaze, he saw that Ash stood

in the doorway, a frown marring his face.

“Trouble?” Ash asked as he sauntered in to take a seat.

Jace shook his head. “Well, yes and no.”

He studied Ash closely, looking for the usual anger in his eyes he wore around the holidays.

Though Ash’s family typically only bugged him through New Year’s, this year they’d been persistent

even after the holidays and it had only made Ash’s mood blacker.

“Anything you want to talk about?” Ash asked.

“Not much to discuss,” Jace muttered. “Kingston is still a no-show. Which is good, don’t get me

wrong. I’d be happy if he disappeared from Bethany’s life permanently. But Bethany is sick with

worry and it’s starting to wear on her.”

“Didn’t she go out and hang with Mia and her gaggle of girls?”

Jace couldn’t help the smile that attacked his lips at the memory of Bethany drunk and cute as hell

and thoroughly bent on seduction. His body still came to life remembering the lusty way she’d made

love to him that night.

“Yeah, she went out with them a week ago. Had a good time. Got drunk as hell and wanted me to

fuck her in her heels,” Jace said with a grin.

Ash shook his head. “Not cool, man. I get that I’m not even allowed to think about her anymore, but

you giving me images of her drunk off her ass and teetering around on fuck-me shoes? Not cool.”

Jace held his hands up, grateful they could now joke about the fact Ash had slept with her.

“Problem is, after she slept off the hangover—and we fucked again,” he added, just to needle Ash.

He was rewarded with another glare and he chuckled. “Anyway, problem is, while she was out with

Mia and her girls, she wasn’t thinking about Jack. When she was fucking me, she wasn’t thinking

about Jack. And when she realized she hadn’t been thinking about him, she felt guilty. And now she’s