Authors: Leah Braemel
But whatever was forging between them wouldn’t end when the clock struck twelve.
He lifted her back onto his lap until she straddled him. “I need you. Right the hell now. Ride me,
Terri’s metaphor about him being a stallion sprang to mind; Jodi couldn’t stop herself from chuckling.
“What’s so funny?”
She shook her head. “Have you got a condom?”
He fumbled in his pants and withdrew a gold foil packet. It took him just seconds to rip it open and sheath himself. Outside in the hallway, someone shouted they had just two minutes left before the countdown began.
Placing her hands on his shoulders, she shifted until her pussy hovered just above his shaft. “By the way,” she said with a grin. “You can’t come until the stroke of midnight. Think you can last that long, stud?” Heat flared in his chocolate brown eyes. “Oh, yeah. But same goes for you, babe. You can’t come before me or you forfeit the bet.” With that, she impaled herself, drawing simultaneous gasps from them both. He grasped her hips, his fingers digging in as he thrust even deeper. Oh crap, she may have misjudged how long she could hold out. He filled her so completely, and that curve made his head hit all the right … Oh God, she wanted to come. Right frickin’ now! But she’d be damned if she’d come before him.
Moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the suite. He covered her face in tiny kisses, murmuring in Spanish, each tender phrase causing all coherent thought to vanish in a fiery blaze.
He stiffened beneath her, his teeth gritting together, then dug his fingers into her hips once again controlling her movements. Holding her in place, he thrust deep with each countdown.
Mark didn’t know if he could last another nine seconds sheathed in her warmth.
She was so taut, her muscles clenching him, milking him.
He thrust again, felt her struggling to maintain control.
Damn, how could there not
be steam coming off them both?
He’d never had such problems controlling his climax, but something about her drove him crazy.
“You feel so good inside me,” she moaned. Her head fell back giving him access to her throat. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin beneath her ear making her squirm. “I’m not going to make it to midnight.” Yes! If she came first it didn’t matter if he lasted until midnight or not.
He buried himself again, ensuring the head of his cock stroked her hard, hitting her g-spot. Her thighs tightened about him, pulling him deeper than he thought possible.
Her inner muscles quivered and rippled, caressing him. The look on her face, of bliss, of passion, entranced him. His balls tightened. If he continued this pace, he’d lose their bet.
He pulled out until only the head remained within her. If he plunged back into her now, there was no way he’d be able to hold back. Letting go of one hip, he moved his hand to her core, flicked his thumb over her clit.
Shit, that was a big mistake. Even though only part of him was inside, she clamped around his overly sensitive head, her entire body shaking in her attempt to delay her orgasm. If she leapt off the cliff right now, he’d lose it entirely and jump with her, countdown or no.
“Stop cheating.” With a moan, she wiggled against his loosened hold, attempting to force him back in. She slid her fingers between them, circling them about his shaft and sliding them up and down. “Fuck me, damn it!”
With a roar, he lifted her out of the chair, and sandwiched her against the wall.
Frantic, he plunged deep, withdrew and pounded into her. She dug both heels into his ass and clung to his biceps.
When his teeth closed about one nipple, she bucked so hard her head banged off the wall.
Happy New Year!
” Out in the hallway, the revellers cheered and went wild.
Mark drew his head back, and shouted hoarsely, pumping into her at the same time her orgasm blasted through her. Here was a partner who knew what she wanted and went for it, not just in the office, but in life.
Several moments passed before, Jodi regained the power of speech and let her legs slide to the floor. Her chest heaving, she nestled her head in the crook of Mark’s shoulder. She inhaled that wonderful scent of cologne and male sweat that surrounded him.
Not quite the way she expected to welcome in the New Year, but it definitely was a good start. Pity it was over so quickly.
Wait a minute, maybe it wasn’t.
The ball had dropped in New York, but New Year’s was still an hour away here in Dallas.
Grinning, she snuggled closer, placing her mouth at Mark’s ear. “I won.” Mark shook his head, his stubble rasping the side of her breast, his semi-erect cock pulsing lightly against her thigh. “Uh, uh. No way, babe. I made it to midnight.
Besides you came too. At the most it’s a tie.”
“That was the countdown for New York. It’s not midnight here. Anyway, you only bet me that I couldn’t come before you. Since I held out until you came, I won.” His arms shook as he pulled back, and stared down at her, his eyes flashing at her challenge. “I think I deserve a second chance.” The huskiness of his voice sent shivers through her once again. He deserved a second chance. And a third. And a fourth.
She pulled him back to her and kissed him lightly on the lips. God, he smelled so great, and tasted even better. Trailing her fingers down his back until she cupped his ass, she murmured, “You think you can last another hour, stud?” His lips smiled against hers and his cock twitched to life between them. “Let’s just say I plan on welcoming in the New Year a winner.”
The only woman in a houseful of men, Leah often takes refuge in her office in an effort to avoid the dishes and dust bunnies. Writing about hunky heroes and steamy romance is so much more rewarding than housework.
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Look for Leah’s upcoming story
following Jodi and Mark on January 27, 2009.
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