Good Girl Gone Bad (25 page)

“Oh God, Ty.”

Gently at first, he rocked into her with one finger. He had thick long fingers, fingers women loved. She was wet for him; his fingers easily slid in and out in a slow rhythmic cadence. Her hips rocked against him, her skin flushed warm.

She hung in his arm, trusting him to take her where she had never been before. In just a few thrusts he felt it, that spot all women have and few knew how to enjoy. He tapped it. Phil’s body tightened and she gasped, “Oh!”

He pressed his splayed hand against her womb and tapped that spot again, this time harder. “Feel that? Wait till I slip my dick into you and hit it.”

Continuing to hold her steady, Ty slid his hand down her belly to rub her tight little clit. Her body reacted as if attached to a string and he held the other end, jerking her up and down. Ty loved her body’s natural unfettered response to him. All walls were down, she allowed herself to feel, and he loved the power he had to make her breath catch.

“Oh, Philamina, you have so much pleasure in your future.” And he nearly came thinking of all the ways he could pleasure her.

He slipped another finger deep into her wet pussy and tapped her spot repeatedly. She screamed. Not a little scream, or even a medium scream, but a scream with both lungs. Her body constricted and her pussy muscles twitched and hugged his fingers. He grinned against her ear and whispered, “I can do better.”

Gasping for air, she hung limp in his arm. Using both hands, one on each side of her hips, he speared her with his cock. The movement caused her to straighten before she bent forward again. For a long minute they hung as one, suspended in the torrential feeling of it all. “Ty,” she said, moaning, “that feels so damn good.”

He withdrew only to thrust high into her. He slid his right hand to her ass cheeks and slipped his middle finger between her folds. Her anus tightened. Gently, he rubbed his fingertip against it. “Open for me, Phil, I promise it will feel great.” Each time her ass pushed back in her thrusts to accommodate him, her anus softened. He inserted the tip of his finger and she gasped. “Relax, sweetheart, trust me.”

She relaxed when he slowed his in-and-out thrusts. “There we go.” She opened just enough so that his finger made it halfway into her. “Now, let’s pick up the pace.”

As his cock thrust up into her, her anus tightened around his finger, but when she thrust back, opening up for him, he pushed his finger all the way into her.

The fevered pitch crashed as an orgasm hit her so hard she nearly stumbled. Ty’s strong arm kept her steady.

He bit her neck, the hard rush of his seed erupting inside her thick constricting walls. He groaned, the sensation the most sublime he could remember.

It was going to be hard to give this woman up.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

“D
id you like that?” Ty softly whispered in her ear.

Yeah, she liked that. A lot. Unable to form a coherent answer, Phil licked her lips and nodded. Ty’s next actions surprised her. He gathered her in his arms and pushed the stool away. Her slick body slid against him. She regretted her toes touching the porcelain tub. Gently, as if she were a babe, he lathered her skin and rinsed her. He washed her hair, massaging her scalp with his long fingers. As sore as she was, her pussy tingled in response to the sensuous act. She felt him rise behind her.

“Doesn’t that thing ever sleep?”

Ty laughed low. “Around you, apparently not.”

“So perpetual erections aren’t normal for you?”

“Not like this.”

The announcement surprised her, and more, made her feel special. She frowned. Damn, she hated wanting his approval and affection. He turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the nearby rack. She shrugged off her misgivings. She’d think about feelings and life after the cows came home. She smiled.

“What’s so funny?” Ty asked.

“Not funny. I’m enjoying this too much.”

“Me, too.”

He toweled her carefully, making sure to cover every inch of her moist skin. He took exceptional care between her legs and the swollen flesh there.

“Sore?” he asked softly.

“A little.”

He knelt down in front of her and reverently kissed her just above the dark curls shielding her swollen lips. She held her breath, the gentleness of the sensation warming her to wet. His lips traveled lower, and just as gently he pressed his lips to her sheltered clit.

“Ty,” she said, moaning once again.

“What?” He breathed hot against her throbbing skin.

“I want more of you, but I don’t know if I can take any more.”

“I can give you other things than my dick, Phil.”

As he spoke, he nuzzled her moist curls. His tongue slid against the full slit of her. She arched against his mouth. The warm wet infiltration of his tongue soothed her and aroused her in a sweet pain. Her lips clenched and her back arched.

When he sucked her clit into his mouth, and his tongue twirled around it, flicking back and forth, she stood up on her toes. She needed something to grab, so she dug her fingers into his long wet hair. He growled. His lips pressed harder against her. Slipping his hands around her waist, he dug his fingers into her cheeks. His tongue lashed out, spanking her hardened clit, the sensations it wrought skimmed alarmingly fast up her body. Her hips rocked hard against his mouth and as sore as she was, she wanted penetration. Needed it.

As if reading her mind, Ty slipped a finger into her hot slippery pussy. She gasped for air and thrust harder against his mouth.

He devoured her. What started as a slow assuaging manipulation turned into a food orgy, her pussy the gourmet dish. He sucked her clit in a rhythm that matched his fingers’ in-and-out slide. Heat swept her from head to toe, her skin sizzling hot. The tension mounted, rising to a fevered pitch. Her hips rocked back and forth, faster and harder. She gave no thought to Ty or his needs. The only thing in her world at that moment was his tongue buried deep inside her swollen liquid folds. Her clit filled to overflowing, his finger tapped her sweet spot, and an orgasmic flood riveted her. She gasped out his name. Her fingers curled, pulling his hair. She felt wild, savage, and primal. A female animal being pleasured by her mate.

As the waves of the orgasms crashed through her body, each hitting harder and drawing longer to recede, she sucked in deep gulps of air, trying to catch her breath.

Ty’s lips and tongue slowed their hungry offensive, as if he knew continuing his assault on her flesh would be too much.

Instead, he released her throbbing clit, and his finger slipped from her, trailing her juice along her skin where he caressed her. He pressed soft kisses to her thighs, then her belly. Then he settled his cheek against her abdomen, still holding her close.

Slowly, afraid if she moved too fast she would crumple to the floor, Phil remained still. “Ty, can we do that again later?”

He nodded against her skin. “Absolutely.”

As if she didn’t weigh more than five pounds, Ty stood and scooped her up in his arms. “If you want more, I need some sleep,” he said.

“I’ve never slept with anyone before.” Her statement came out childlike. Ty smiled at her.

“Me, either.”

“Then I guess we’re both getting our cherries popped.”

She slipped her arms around his neck, liking the feel of his thick neck muscles tightening under her touch. She loved the way he took control, making her feel feminine. For the moment she had no problem with Ty taking the initiative. It was nice for once not to be on guard, not to be in control, not to be on her toes emotionally.

It would be some time before the cows came home and she aimed to enjoy every minute until they did, the consequences be damned.

Phil’s bladder woke her from a heavy sleep. She was curled against Ty’s side, her head on his shoulder and one leg thrown across his. Although early morning light seeped between the blinds into the bedroom, she saw by the clock on the nightstand that she’d only slept a few hours.

Ty slept on his back, his right arm curled under and around her neck, holding her close.

For a long moment she ignored the pressure of her bladder and focused her full attention on the man sleeping so soundly next to her.

In repose, the angled planes of his face softened. His long dark hair fell away from his face, exposing his classic lines. His full lips parted slightly and she noticed for the first time just how long his black lashes were.

His pulse flicked strongly against the corded muscles of his throat. Her eyes traveled back to his lips. She leaned up and brushed her lips against his, surprised at their warmth and softness.

Her blood quickened and she fantasized about him kissing her long and deep, his tongue in her mouth, his teeth nibbling her lips.

The thought and visual aroused her. Would a relationship spawn from what just happened or was this it? Did she
want
a relationship with this complex man? What would it be like to be claimed by him, as his alone? A primal excitement stirred her. She smiled. If he had any idea of the thoughts running through her head, he’d bolt as far and as fast as he could from her.

Not wanting to leave Ty’s warmth, but having a need for the bathroom, she slipped from the bed to take care of more pressing matters.

Ty watched from hooded eyes as Phil’s silhouetted form retreated from the bedroom. His lips burned where she had kissed him. The act instantly aroused him, the touch sending shards of electricity to his groin, making him grateful for the sheet twisted between his thighs.

He groaned and chastised himself. He wasn’t on this ride for the warm fuzzies. But Phil was. Hadn’t her kiss proved what she wanted? Hell, she was a woman. They liked that stuff. He, well, didn’t. To him a kiss was more intimate than intercourse, and kissing wasn’t an intimacy he relished sharing.

He knew Phil wanted him to kiss her. For her it would prove something. It would for him, too. It would prove he was involved, and more than physically.

He was moving on after this case, taking a job at the state department. He was tired of UC and he was tired of not having a life. He needed a breather. Hell, if he wanted, he could take a couple of years off. He had so much money banked, and the hazard pay that went with undercover wasn’t anything to sneeze at, coming from both the city and the state.

He heard the toilet flush and closed his eyes, regulating his breath. When Phil’s warm body slid into bed and she cuddled up to him, he couldn’t stop the automatic curl of his arm around her shoulders.

He sighed. What the hell? If it made her feel good, who was he to deny her?

Phil slowly came to her senses. Warmth trickled across her nipples, the sensation luxurious and sinful. Ty’s hot tongue licked at one aroused peak, then suckled it. Her senses came alive. She moaned and stretched, arching her back, inviting him to sample more of her. He licked and sucked the nipple, then trailed a hot path to her other equally aroused nipple. “Mmm,” she mumbled. “What are you doing?”

“I got hungry,” he said against her skin. The warm liquid sensation traveled up her neck. Her eyes fluttered open. Ty held a bottle of warmed chocolate syrup over her throat, squeezing a steady stream along the curve of her neck. “Breakfast never looked so good.” His lips dove into her flesh, his teeth nibbling her throbbing jugular. She writhed against him, reveling in his hard warmth and lascivious tongue. He licked her throat clean and traveled up to her chin, where she felt a smudge of warm sticky syrup. His tongue slid across her chin, catching the bottom part of her lip.

Her fingers dug into his long hair and she pressed her breasts against him. “Eat all of me, Ty.”

He squeezed syrup down her belly and in between her legs. With measured deliberate strokes of his tongue, Ty proceeded to lick every drop off of her. When he sank his face between her thighs, the warm firm thickness of his tongue slid between her nether lips, dragging across her straining clitoris with such sensuous slowness that she nearly came. He didn’t touch her with any other part of his body but his lips and tongue, and he had her coming unwound.

She wanted his mouth between her legs, she wanted his cock buried so far inside of her she couldn’t speak. She wanted to ride him like a bucking bronco. She wanted him to drizzle the syrup across her lips and lick it off before kissing her senseless.

She wouldn’t beg for it. It would only have meaning if he gave it freely.

Ty took his time, savoring every inch of her. He brought her to climax with his tongue, with his fingers, and finally, when he slipped deep inside of her, she came undone.

The thick heavy heat of him filled her and she reveled in the power of him. She reveled in the power of their lovemaking and the power of them as one.

She begged him to make her come and he obliged. Not once but twice, before he exploded inside of her, hoarsely calling out her name.

They fell asleep, still connected. When Phil woke several hours later, Ty’s side of the bed was empty and so was her house.

Just like that, he was gone.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

W
hen Ty woke and found himself as hard as Phil’s granite countertop, he knew he needed to get out of her bed and her house. His physical need for her made his skin warm, creating a violent itch. He’d never spent more than a few hours with any one woman. Sex was a physical release. Pure and simple. But during the span of one night with Phil, it had become complicated. He didn’t like it. As he put on his clothes as fast as he could, he wanted to throw them off faster, crawl back into the sheets with Phil, and hold her against his chest.

Instead, he did what he always did when faced with an emotional entanglement. He took off. As he sped from her house, he fought the urge to turn around. He pounded the steering wheel. There was only one cure he knew of for what he was craving. Another woman.

His cell phone rang. Glancing at it, he recognized the number.

“Masters.”

“Hey, Ty, it’s Candi.” She hesitated before continuing. “I was, well, we were supposed to get together and talk.”