Flat-Out Sexy (6 page)

Figuring if he had the right to touch her butt, she could certainly check his out, Tamara snuck around the side of his jeans and lightly rested her hands there, a little unsure. She couldn’t say that anytime recently she’d just blithely groped an unknown ass and she wasn’t sure how to proceed.

Then he bit her nipple, not hard, but with enough force to send a sharp throb rushing through her body, and she instinctively grabbed on to his butt and shoved herself against him. Whoa and whoa. He had some nice muscle definition on his back porch, and an even nicer muscle on his front, and she greedily ran her hands all over him, squeezing and exploring, enjoying the hitch to his breath. Forget hesitation or modesty when he was sporting a body like that, and she was all too aware it could be her one and only chance at it, so she might as well touch it all and then some. When she bumped against him a second time, he actually moaned out loud, and Tamara joined him. Damn, despite being so out of practice, she’d managed to hit her clit dead-on, and even with his jeans and her panties in the way, she felt the force of that collision all the way to her toes.

“Tamara,” he said in a low voice, undoing his belt with quick, urgent movements. “Do you have a condom?”

She froze. Oh, damn it all to hell and back. “No,” she said, stepping back so she wouldn’t be tempted to touch him again. She was as fertile as the freaking Nile and she might be taking a walk on the wild side, but she wasn’t insane enough to risk getting knocked up with a younger pit crew member’s illegitimate child. The very thought of the scandal, of having to explain that to her seven- and nine-year-olds, and to her own mother—good God, her mother—was almost enough to douse the fire of her desire. Almost.

“Isn’t there a drugstore up the road?” she asked. He had to have a car, right? Maybe. Hopefully.

“Yeah.” Elec ran his hand through his hair, making the long front ends stand up at a funny angle. He looked a little crazed and she almost laughed. “But this is Ryder’s coach. He’s got to have condoms around here somewhere, don’t ya think?”

Good point. Suzanne’s ex-husband was never lacking for female companionship. “You check the bathroom. I’ll look in the nightstand.”

“Okay.” He turned and headed to the bathroom, his unzipped jeans riding low on his hips.

Oh, my. That was one fine-looking butt she’d been feeling up. Tamara just stood still, struck dumb at her good fortune, and glanced down at her tummy pooch. She should have been going to the gym. Eating better. She was past thirty now after all.

“Are you even looking?” Elec called from the bathroom, the obvious sound of drawers opening and closing accompanying his voice. “Cuz I’m not finding anything in here and I don’t have my car at the compound, and I’m about to crawl to the damn store if I have to.”

Her tummy pooch, poor diet, and advanced age clearly didn’t seem to be bothering Elec, so she kicked off her heels and high-tailed it into the bedroom in nothing but her panties. But she still dashed past the bathroom at high speed so he wouldn’t have time to see her almost-naked self. It was one thing for him to see her bare breasts when he was licking them, it was another altogether to just be strolling around demonstrating the effect gravity and breast-feeding had had on them. “I’m looking.”

Ryder was one messy boy. Glancing around the room, Tamara saw his bed wasn’t made, his clothes were scattered all over the floor and on an easy chair, and he had nothing short of three thousand ball caps crowding his dresser in stacks at least ten high. It took her a minute to wade through the flotsam to the nightstand, but the second she yanked the drawer open, she knew she’d hit pay dirt. There was not one, but three boxes of condoms. With spermicide, ribbed for her pleasure, and extrasensitive. Options. How considerate of Ryder.

Lying next to the condoms was a pair of fur-lined handcuffs, lubricant, and a rubber whip. She’d just leave those right there for Ryder. She didn’t think she and Elec were to the bondage stage yet, and she had absolutely no need for the lubricant given how damp her panties were.

“Found them!” she called, debating which kind to choose. She grabbed the spermicide box. Elec was young and looked awfully healthy, so she might as well have the extra insurance.

He must have run, given the speed with which he appeared next to her.

“Oh!” she said when she turned and bumped right into him.

Elec smiled. “We have to stop running into each other like this.”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I kind of like it.”

“That’s funny,” he said. “Cuz I like it, too.”

Oh, my. His bare chest was touching hers and his hands had found her butt and were squeezing. She should explain that she hadn’t been able to work out because of her schedule. She should warn him about the stretch marks. Apologize for the damage breast-feeding had wreaked on her once perky, now not so perky, breasts.

The only man ever to see her fully naked had been Pete, and he had been there with her through the changes to her body. She felt a moment’s hesitation, a rising panic that she couldn’t be attractive enough or sexy enough for a man like Elec.

But then he kissed her mouth, slowly, sensually, kissed her jaw, her neck, each breast, just on the tip of the nipple. Then he bent down and slid his tongue along her navel, down into her belly button, and farther on, licking a trail right and left along the waistband of her panties. He knelt on the floor and kissed her on the front of the lace panties, on each inner thigh, his fingers tickling across the backs of her legs, and she forgot to worry, forgot everything but the desire he ignited in her, the ache that demanded she have more, the need to feel him fully inside her.

She forgot to feel anything but sexy when he so clearly desired her, wanted to explore her, and she stood straight, shoulders back, hair tumbling forward, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. It was good, all so good, and she was going to have sex with this man.

When he stood back up and nudged her backward, she went down on the bed willingly. When he touched her panties, the last scrap of clothing covering her, and pulled them down, she ignored the momentary pang of modesty and swallowed hard, staring up at the ceiling to get control. She wanted to do this, wanted to know that she was still a woman, and when he kissed her right between the thighs, she knew she was still a woman capable of giving and receiving passion and pleasure and that this was her time to take back her identity, her turn to be selfish and sexual and empowered.

Elec moved his tongue slowly over her, top to bottom, like he was savoring the taste of her. He pulled back, making her moan at the loss, then he returned with just the tip of his tongue, teasing her with light, quick movements, circling around her clit, but never touching it.

Tamara moved her hips, wanting more, tight with pleasure, feeling the ache build deep inside her.

“Do you want more?” he asked, casually stroking across her, his hands lightly resting on her thighs.

Um, yeah. Obviously he was a mind reader. “Yes,” she said, wondering if it would be rude to grab his hair for leverage. She gripped the sheets instead and tried to remember to breathe, tried not to squirm and flop around in an ecstasy that came dangerously close to agony. She didn’t want to look desperate and unattractive, she wanted to be sexy and artful and elegant.

“Okay.”

Then Elec plunged his tongue inside her and Tamara decided to screw elegant. When had she ever been that anyway? And what was the point in holding back, denying herself any piece of this experience? She was this far in, might as well toss out the last of the old inhibitions and just say what she felt. So she arched her back, grabbed his hair with both hands, and let go of the most outrageous moan she had ever emitted in her entire sexual existence. That felt so good. Beyond good. Better than great. More than amazing.

It was two years of celibacy, of clamping down on her desire, erupting all at once, and when he flicked his warm tongue over her tight clitoris, she broke, and let the orgasm rush over her.

CHAPTER THREE

ELEC held on to Tamara’s thighs for leverage and kept tasting her, his body hard and aching and totally overwhelmed at how freaking sexy she was. When she came for him, her hands yanking on his hair, her back up, her thighs wrapping around him, the rich scent of her arousal filling his nostrils, he almost lost it himself. He could feel her muscles contracting, feel the tremors that raced through her legs, and the spasms of her fingers jerking on the roots of his hair. It was a big one, and he felt both pride and want so intense he closed his eyes and swallowed hard, his cock throbbing on her leg.

Get control, that’s what he needed to do. He didn’t want it to be over before he started, and that was a very real possibility given that he was dangling on the edge already just from giving her oral sex. Once he went in, it was going to take everything in him not to just explode in thirty seconds or less. Tamara was wiggling beneath him, her breathing ragged.

“Where are you going?” he asked, prying his eyes open and giving her a searching look. He hoped she wasn’t having regrets already.

“I’m just shifting,” she said, her eyes glassy, her hair falling forward on the left side and sticking to her lip. “Sit up.”

“What? Why?” If she made him leave now, he was fairly certain he would weep.

But Tamara was sitting up and getting on her knees and tugging him up and …

Holy shit.

It finally clicked what she was doing.

She was offering to give him head.

Elec should tell her that wasn’t necessary. That he didn’t expect reciprocation. That he was too close, anyway, and maybe they should just proceed to the main event.

But then he was on his knees, and she was on all fours in front of him, and her hair was falling forward in a sensual cascade, and he could see the bumps of her spine down her delicate back to the peek of her very cute ass, and his protest died on his lips. Then her mouth was on him and he about died along with his protest. Apparently oral sex was like riding a bike—once you knew how, you never forgot. There was no evidence that it had been two years since Tamara had been with a man. She was working him over from tip to shaft, sucking with skill and enthusiasm, forcing him to grit his teeth and grip her shoulders.

“That feels so goddamn good,” he said as her warmth surrounded him, pulling and sliding along his erection.

She made little sounds, like she was pleasing herself pleasing him, and Elec closed his eyes again. He couldn’t see her
and
feel her, it was too much, he was too close. He kept his eyes screwed shut, mind empty, feeling the suck and pull of her hot mouth on his throbbing cock, the slick slide of her saliva over his flesh, and wanting it to never end at the same time he knew he only had about thirty seconds of control left in him. When she went deep, taking all of him, he groaned and jerked back on the bed, panting.

“That’s enough. Lie back down.” He sounded urgent, he knew it, his hands reaching for her shoulders, gently trying to urge her back, and he should apologize for being demanding, but damn it, he was desperate.

She handed him a condom before going onto her back again and he slapped the thing on so fast it was a miracle he didn’t just burst right on out the other end. Job done, he looked up, and found her spread out in front of him, her hair spilling across the pillow, her arms above her head, her breasts and nipples arching up at him, her legs delightfully spread out for him to move in between. Elec paused, just to savor his good luck, to appreciate the classy, mature woman who was willing to take off her clothes for him.

It was humbling to know that she hadn’t been with anyone since her husband, and he reached out, slipped two fingers inside her, and stroked. She rewarded him with a soft moan and eyes that fluttered shut. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her swollen clit and she squirmed in a very satisfying way.

“Elec,” she whispered, eyes still closed.

“Yes?” He plunged his fingers deeper, then pulled them back out, pleased at the way she tried to follow him with her hips and prevent him from leaving.

“Give it to me. Please.”

He could make her spell out exactly what it was she wanted, but Elec knew when to push and when to let it go. The fact that she was asking at all was a total turn-on, and he knew probably a big thing for her. And truth be told, he didn’t want to wait one more lousy second to be inside her.

So he said, “You got it, sugar,” and he replaced his teasing fingers with his cock at her warm, wet opening.

Her legs slipped around behind his knees, almost drawing him into her, but he resisted, just bumping lightly against her, torturing himself at the same time he was enjoying the way she gripped the pillow on either side of her head. He stayed there, drawing out the anticipation, getting himself under control so it lasted more than four seconds, while she moved restlessly beneath him, spreading her wet desire all over the tip of his erection and driving him crazy.

When she said, “Elec, please …” he gave up trying to own the situation and just pushed inside her with abandon.

Then he just about stopped breathing. Dammit, she was tight and felt so
good
. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, and he knew the feeling. Unable to stop himself, he forget about slow, about finesse, about coaxing her to another orgasm. He just pounded, taking her hard, desperately, in and out with hard, urgent thrusts, her body wrapping around his. To his amazement, and gratitude, she came again, her mouth opening on a silent cry.