Gypsy Love: A Gypsy Beach Novel (12 page)

With that, he fell back to the bed. “Now, when I tell you to take off your socks, do as I say, baby.”

A shiver of heat quaked over her entire body. She managed to sit up and tried to will the fever that had hued her cheeks away and to swallow down the raw lust he’d drawn from her body. Without that ridiculous scarf, he could see her nipples drawn into hardened tips that he couldn’t wait to suck and nip.

John dealt the cards again, giving her a smug smirk.

“I thought the sexual favors came after we were naked.” Challenge lit her tone.

“I think I’ve proven that patience is not my thing.”

Another broad grin when she studied her cards had him worried. He traded in two and tried to dam back his annoyance with the clench of his molars. She was ecstatic.

“All right, show me.” He sighed.

“This is like a thing, right? A house, or a straight, or something?” She revealed five spades.

Unable to believe how cute she was or how much he wanted her, he laughed. “It’s a flush, sweetheart. Would you like to take my shirt off or shall I?”

“I think you should take off your jeans.”

“I would, but you’re still being punished for your little sock stunt earlier.”

She narrowed her eyes as he folded the t-shirt up over his elbows and then lifted it over his head. Her gaze never left his pecs as he flung it in the floor. The way she stared at him made him feel like a king; not that he’d ever admit that to her.

Arley whimpered as she stared down at the hand full of absolutely nothing good for the second time in a row. She’d already given up her shirt.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” John waggled his eyebrows.

“I think you’re cheating!”

He laughed outright and offered her the deck. “Do you want to deal, my little poker princess?”

“No,” she sighed.

“I have four of a kind. Lose the bra, baby doll.”

Arley scowled at him. Her breasts were rather large and therefore rather droopy. She wasn’t fond of the idea of John noticing that when she was upright her nipples were not.

“Come on, sweetheart. Your tits drive me wild. Let me see them. And no only one cup of the bra at a time shit. I know how you think.”

She couldn’t help but laugh as that had been her exact thought at the moment he’d called her on it. Reaching back, she loosed the three hooks, but kept her upper arms pinned to her sides to keep the bra in place.

Concern tensed the chiseled features of John’s face. His heart ached as he realized that she was actually terrified to take off that bra. Clearly, he’d made a mistake. He was in such a damn hurry to bury his cock in her sweet little pussy he hadn’t shown her how gorgeous she was. Seeking to rectify himself immediately, he shoved the cards out of his way and scooted his body to hers.

His hands gently caressed her slender waistline. “You are so beautiful, Arley. How can you not see that?” He sank his lips to hers and his hands gained another few inches in a direct path to her breasts. He turned his head. “Sitting there, staring at you in nothing but a bra and a pair of jeans, my God, you’re like a walking wet dream, sweetheart.” He took her hand and pressed it to the steel-hard strain bulging against the fly of his jeans. “That’s what you do to me. You make me so fucking hard I ache, and you’re the only thing that can make it better.”

Her whimpered moan let him know that he was getting somewhere. She melted into him. Gently, he slipped the straps of the bra further down her arms with his index fingers. “Please let me see you, baby. Please. I
need
to see you.” Hesitantly, she extended her arms for him, and he eased the bra away from her. The voracious growl that tore from his lungs hadn’t been part of his plan, but it sure as hell seemed to help him with his cause.

Lifting her ample breasts, he reveled in the way her flesh spilled through his fingers. He circled his thumbs over her nipples, watching her back arch and her head fall back in relent. “I need to suck you, baby. God, I need you in my mouth.”

“Yes, please,” breathed from her lungs in a ragged pant.

“Such a good girl for me.” He drew on her left breast and taunted her stiff nipple with his tongue. She writhed in his arms. John brought her right hand back to his rigidly swollen cock. He longed to lose his jeans, but this was all about her. He’d been selfish enough. “Keep your hand on me. Rub my cock. Feel what you do to me. Feel what happens to me when you let me see your beautiful body. Be a good girl, and see if you can’t make me leak. Then you’re gonna clean it up for me.”

The voracity of her moan was intoxicating. He moved to her right breast, drew it in his mouth, and drowned her nipple in the fiery heat that she ignited in his body. When that simply wasn’t enough, he nipped her and then sucked away the exquisite pain he’d left behind.

“Oh, God.” She whimpered in need. He slid his teeth gently along the ample curvature of the underside of her breast and then returned to his sucking and pulling as she rubbed him faster and with more force.

He jerked his mouth away with a deafening growl. In a half second, he had his jeans unsnapped and his boxer-briefs pulled down enough to reveal his fiercely thickened crown. Her eyes goggled. “Clean it up.” He hadn’t meant to sound so fucking demanding, but to add to her complete perfection, she responded heatedly to his orders. “Like a good girl, baby. You did it. Now clean it up.”

Her moan sent shudders through his tensed body. Leaning down, she swirled her tongue around his head and then did indeed lap up the pearly drips of craving desire she’d elicited from him. They’d spilled on his abs and continued to leak from his head. His right hand tangled in her hair as she gave a few light sucks. He didn’t want her to stop, but this wasn’t how he planned on coming—for the first time tonight, anyway. Forcing himself to pull away, he panted for breath and tried to direct blood flow back to his brain.

He managed to locate all of the scattered cards. “Fair warning. Every time I see your gorgeous tits I want to suck them, so this game may be short lived.”

Not feeling like she might be the sexiest woman to ever walk the face of the planet was an impossibility with John Rowan staring at her like she was some kind of heavenly being that he wanted to conquer. The things he said and did made absolute elation cascade in spiraling waves throughout her entire body. She’d never experienced being truly, desperately desired. It was a heady sensation. She tried to hide her slightly smug grin and willed the heat from her cheeks, but it was all to no avail.

He’d left his jeans unsnapped. The tensed waistband of his Calvin Kleins, pulled against his chiseled abs, was extremely distracting. She tried to concentrate. Some part of her still wanted to win, but her willful side was rather fond of allowing him to be in control for a while. She’d dictated her own life right into a state of misery as of late, and every demand he made was sublime. Giving in and letting him indulge her in a night of carnal passion sounded downright heavenly. Arley debated simply stripping and begging him to direct the rest of their evening down to the most minute sexual detail.

John watched her eyes darken, her lips swell and redden, and her nipples pucker.
Fucking hell. She was too much.
“What are you thinking about, baby?” His rumbled question seemed to startle her from whatever fantasy was playing out in her mind.

An abashed grin brought heat back to her cheeks and the head of his cock revealed itself again. It all but threatened to set fire to his jeans unless it was granted another bath with her tongue.

“Tell me, Arley. I want to know.”

Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid pants. She stared down at the comforter, fidgeting with a loosened thread. “That I wish we would stop playing, and that you would take me and make me do whatever you want, and that you would do whatever you want to do with me.”

“Ah hell, baby. You’re gonna make me come in my jeans.” He stood and ripped the rest of his clothes from his body just before he grasped her adorable feet and jerked her down in the bed. Cards scattered. She gasped as he loosed her jeans and dispensed with them as well. He left the silky panties covering everything he was about to devour. He shoved the entire deck of cards in the floor and brought his right hand to her mound.

Pressing the satin against her, he primed the skin covering her clitoris. “You got these wet, baby. You didn’t mean to, did you? I just made it feel too good, but now it hurts doesn’t it? Need me to make it all better again?”

She writhed and managed a nod.

“Such a good girl.” He gently drew the crotch of the panties together and pulled them taught between her folds and against the hood of her clitoris. An untamed moan avulsed from her lungs.

John leaned and swirled his tongue in a perfect circle around her hood. Then he tugged the satin against it. He whipped her into a frenzy, licking and sliding the satin against her in a constant dizzying combination. She bloomed. When her clitoris swelled against his tongue, he pulled the panties aside and rewarded her body’s efforts. “Watch me, sweetheart. Watch me suck you.” He looped her legs over his shoulders and moved his tongue in minute vacillations over her. She leaned up on her elbows to comply with his command. He kept his eyes locked on hers, showing her the thoroughness of his care. Done with anything that distracted him from her, he lifted his head long enough to pull the panties off of her legs.

He lowered his lips, softened his tongue, and drew on her clitoris until her sweet cream filled his mouth. Then he leaned back, parted his lips, and made certain she saw herself mixing in with his saliva before he returned to his work.

“Oh, my God!” She shook all for him.

“So sweet, baby. Nice and wet.”

Her opening drew tight and her thighs locked against his jawline. The bristle of his slight beard abraded her skin as he flicked and then sucked in syncopation.

Unable to hold herself up any longer, she fell back to the bed. Her body began to quiver.

“Say please, baby. Ask me to let you come.”

Sexy, sinful sounds mewled from her. She whimpered in desperation.

“I want to drink your sweet cum, baby, but you have to say please. Beg me to bring you like a good girl.”

“Please, please let me.” Her fingernails clawed at the sheets below her. He tensed his tongue and flicked with force, and a moment later she spilled out in his mouth. Her entire body trembled against him.

He growled as he lapped up every drop of heavenly nectar her body provided. It was the best thing he’d ever tasted, but he wasn’t near done.

“You ready for more, baby? You really want me to do whatever I want with you?”

“Yes, please!” Delectation fused her plea.

“You gonna be a good girl and do exactly as I say?”

“Oh, God, yes,” hummed from her.

Another hungry growl thundered from his lungs. Moving quickly, John located his jeans and pulled the scarf from the back pocket. He folded it into a perfect triangle and rolled it into a two inch band. Intrigue and fear fought for dominance in her eyes.

“Sit up.”

She complied, and he wrapped the scarf over her eyes. He secured it with a flat knot against the nape of her neck. “Is that too tight?”

She shook her head.

“No, ma’am. Tell me. I need to hear you say it. When I ask you something with the blindfold on, no nodding or shaking your head. Say the words. If you don’t like something, tell me immediately.”

“It’s not too tight.” Her vow was a half-gasped breath. He’d removed one of her senses, and therefore just a little of her inhibitions. Her fingers trailed up her thighs. Her pussy was glistening again with her cream. He lowered his head beside her and growled quietly in her ear. “So fucking sexy, baby. I’m going to put pillows behind you.” He did as he promised. “Lay back for me. Make sure you’re comfortable.” He guided her body back. She wiggled in anticipation. “Now spread your legs. Open yourself for me.”

She let her hands glide against her inner thighs as they fell open. When she timidly touched her own nipples in exploration, he gripped the base of his cock, warding off the imminent explosion.

John feathered gentle kisses from her earlobe down her right shoulder, getting her used to the idea of his touch when she couldn’t see what he was about to do. A quick, audible inhalation came when he circled her right areola with his tongue. He watched chill bumps race across her fevered skin as he drew her right breast in his mouth and suckled.

Her hand braided through his hair, holding him to her breast, pushing more of it in his mouth. She was able to think only of her own pleasure, which was the entire point of the blindfold.

He pulled away from her right breast and nipped her left. She groaned in elation. “You like that, baby? You like it when I’m rough with you?”

She nodded, and he pulled away.

“Say yes or say no, Arley.”

“Yes! Please don’t stop touching me.”

He sank his body back beside hers, making certain she sensed that he’d changed the side of the mattress he was on. His fingertips traced down her inner thighs and barely touched the tender curls on her mound. She writhed against the pillows. He teased at her opening and watched her pussy attempt to pull his fingers inside to bring her relief.