Hard and Fast (16 page)

Ty groaned. There was nothing hotter than that. Imogen’s mouth slid over his cock, a warm, moist caress, while he tasted her, her body over his, as they sprawled together in the intimacy of his crumpled bedsheets. They moved together, Imogen’s sucking shifting her away from his mouth, then back onto it again. The rhythm got faster, harder, their labored breathing intermingling with the sound of his bed giving a little squeak with each movement.

The more excited she got, the more Imogen relaxed her bottom onto him, and he gripped her hips tightly, wanting to give her the biggest, brightest, most amazing pleasure she’d ever known. Her saliva had slicked him up and he clenched his thighs and her mouth slid smoothly and tightly over his throbbing cock. When she took him deep, Ty’s tongue faltered on her while he closed his eyes and groaned.

“Oh, babe,” he murmured, knowing she probably couldn’t hear him. But damn, that had him about out of his skin.

Knowing he was going to come soon, he renewed his efforts on Imogen, slipping his tongue into her the way he had already figured out drove her wild. Her hips bucked beneath his grip, and he knew he’d hit the jackpot. He worked her, faster and deeper, shifting his focus from the feel of her on his cock to the feel of her soft, sweet insides, and he was rewarded with a trembling in her thighs. Her movements paused on him, then she burst into an orgasm, her moans muffled by the way he still filled her mouth, her body jerking. Ty held on, stroking evenly, enjoying her legs wrapped around him, her weight on him, her hot inner core spread for him to pleasure. Her orgasm was hard and tight, and rolled over him as he kept his tongue buried in her, the tangy moisture an erotic reminder of how much he loved doing this with her. Him doing this to her.

After her shudders had quieted down, Imogen started moving on him again, and Ty sank back a little, still holding her, still feeling her over and around him, but wanting to just close his eyes and enjoy her attention. Her breasts moved over his stomach and her hair tickled his thighs and he forced himself to relax his body, knowing it would make the pleasure more acute for him. Letting himself groan at the feel of her mouth, Ty ran his fingers over her soft smoothness, over the backs of her knees, her thighs, her backside.

When she added her hand to her movements, trailing her mouth with a firm grip on his shaft, Ty forgot about relaxing.

“Yes, that’s it,” he told her. “Give it to me, honey.”

She didn’t answer, for which he was hugely fucking grateful. She just kept on doing what she was doing, and Ty held on to her hips and pumped himself into her mouth, taking over the rhythm. Imogen let him, holding her hand and mouth steady while he thrust into her, and Ty gritted his teeth and exploded with a tight groan.

Imogen held steady, taking him, and he rode out the ecstasy, the room hot and bright, his thoughts nonexistent, his body pulsing and throbbing and rejoicing. When his shudders slowed, he brought his thrusts to a stop, and lay on the bed for a second, stunned and depleted. God, she was magnificent. It was another second before she pulled back, then she just turned and shot him a sly smile over the curves of their tangled-up bodies.

Wait a minute. Her lips were shiny, but otherwise clean.

“Did you swallow?” Ty asked, a little shocked.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Like he even needed to think about that. “Hell, no. Damn, you are so fucking hot and sexy. I just can’t say that enough, Emma Jean. In fact, I’m thinking of giving you a new nickname. I might just start calling you Engine, since that’s what you do to me. Turn me on. Rev me up.”

“Really?” She shifted so that her legs were no longer on either side of his head. “I turn you on?”

Ty couldn’t resist the urge and smacked her retreating ass. She had an adorable, spankable little ass. “Uh, yes, babe, trust me. I am one amazingly lucky guy to have tapped you.”

“Tapped me?” She raised her eyebrows, but she looked amused even as she looked confused. “What does that mean?”

“Tap you. Like a keg. Let the fun begin, the spirits flow, open it up . . . I don’t know. It’s just an expression.”

“So I’ve been tapped?” She rested her chin on his chest and gave him another sleepy smile.

“Yep.” Ty kissed her palm. “And I’m going to tap you again on Monday when we’re camping, so rest up this weekend while I’m gone.”

“Are you leaving today?”

“Yeah, I should be out of here within . . .” He glanced at the clock. “Shit, an hour and a half. Do you want a shower? I’m going to fix us some breakfast.”

“I could use a shower.” Imogen leaned over and fumbled around for her glasses. She stuck them on her face and widened her eyes. “Ah, that’s better. Now I can see.”

Ty sat up and leaned against his headboard. “So you really can’t see all that well? Damn, girl, you could have lost an eye doing what you were.”

She laughed. “I can see something that big. I’m not totally blind.”

“True, it is
really
big,” he joked. He’d say he was on the high side of average, nothing to either worry about or brag about, and hey, it worked for him. But he enjoyed teasing her.

“I like it. A lot,” she said in a voice that was neither joke nor flirtation. It was just Imogen honesty, and that as usual was totally arousing to him.

“Why, thank you, honey,” he said, thinking if she didn’t shift off of him, she was going to find herself liking it a whole lot more. Since he didn’t have a condom within reach and he had to leave, that was not a good idea. Time to change the subject. “You ever thought about Lasik eye surgery?”

“No, not really.”

“Too expensive?”

“No, I can afford it. I have a trust fund from my grandparents.”

“Really?” Although Ty knew Imogen was educated and had guessed she was from an upper-middle-class family, he’d never suspected she had an actual trust fund. But he reasoned she had to be living off of something while she was in school. “Then why do you drive that shitty car?”

Imogen laughed. “Just because I can afford a new car doesn’t mean I should buy one. I didn’t know how long I would be in Charlotte, so it seems like a waste of money.”

That made no sense whatsoever to him. “A good car is never a waste of money.”

“It’s just not important to me to have a splashy car with all the bells and whistles. I didn’t even get my driver’s license until I was twenty-three.”

“Why not?”

“I was chicken, and I didn’t need one. I rode the bus, the subway, or grabbed a taxi.” She propped her hands on his chest and smiled up at him. “And I don’t get Lasik surgery because I am not sure I would recognize myself without glasses. I’ve had them so long it’s part of my identity.”

Now, that made sense to him. “I can totally understand that. And you wear your glasses well. You are very beautiful.”

She sighed. “You say that so earnestly. Like you actually mean it.”

He laughed. “I do mean it. Now get up, Engine, and jump in the shower. There are towels under the sink. Come on down to the kitchen when you’re ready and I’ll have a good Southern breakfast ready for you.”

Peeling herself off him, she said, “Is this going to involve gravy?”

“Uh, yeah. You can’t be eating a biscuit without gravy.”

“I’m not entirely sure my backside needs calorie-laden gravy and buttermilk biscuits.”

“Your ass looks amazing, thank you very much. And don’t even go there about calories with me. You’re rail thin and I am sick to death of women who won’t eat. It just sucks the fun out of everything.”

“So does gaining weight,” she pointed out, though she didn’t sound particularly passionate about it.

Ty frowned. “You think I give a shit if a woman has a curve or two? Hell, more for me to play with.”

Imogen smiled. “That’s good to hear, Ty. That’s a healthy attitude. And no, I am not in the business of denying myself foods I enjoy to maintain a completely unrealistic weight goal in order to satisfy society’s ludicrous standards of beauty. I am naturally thin and I try to eat healthy for longevity, but I am not going to turn down cake when it’s offered.”

“Or gravy and biscuits.”

She grinned at him. “Right. And I was just curious how you weighed in on the issue, pun intended, since Nikki starves herself.”

“It drove me nuts, plain and simple.” But he didn’t want to talk about Nikki. “Now get in the damn shower.”

He smacked her ass again to get her moving.

“Will you stop doing that?” she asked in exasperation as she stood up and padded over to her pile of clothes and bent to pick them up.

“Not if you keep doing that.”

She came straight up, ruining the view, and whirled around, her clothes pressed against her naked body, cheeks pink. “You are incorrigible, you know that?”

“Yep. And you like it. Admit it.” Grinning, Ty leaned back against his headboard, his arms behind his head, totally naked, with an erection reaching for the ceiling.

Her fingers squeezed her clothes tighter as her eyes crawled the length of his body, but she didn’t say anything.

“Admit it, Emma Jean.” The need to tease her was replaced with desire at her bold staring, and his voice deepened, roughened. “You like it when I touch you, when I push you down on the bed, when I fuck you. When I spank you. Tell me you like it.”

Visibly swallowing first, she whispered, “I like it.” Then she turned and rushed into his bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Ty banged his head back against the wall, mentally berating himself. He should have kept his damn mouth shut. Now Imogen was skittish and his dick was throbbing with a want that couldn’t be satisfied at the moment.

Climbing out of bed gingerly, wondering how he was going to shove his erection into a pair of boxers without it snapping off, he figured he got what he deserved.

And maybe if he shoveled enough grits in his mouth, he wouldn’t beg Imogen to come to Martinsville with him so he could make love to her sexy little ass every free second he had.

 

 

 

TY wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to make a big Southern breakfast. Imogen sat across from him at his kitchen table and watched him plow his way through eggs, ham, hash browns, three biscuits with gravy, grits, and a hunk of French bread with butter. If she ate that much food, she could guarantee she would be writhing in agony before vomiting.

But she was absolutely starving, not to mention she had a point to prove that she was no Nikki, so she ate a smaller portion than Ty of everything, except for the grits. Those she just couldn’t handle, and while she didn’t want to offend him, she wouldn’t make herself swallow them either.

He noticed, unfortunately, and commented on it. “You’re not eating your grits.”

“I don’t like them. It’s a texture issue. I’ve tried but I can’t have something wet and gelatinous and creamy in my mouth like that. I just can’t get it down my throat.”

Ty paused with his biscuit halfway to his mouth and let out a huge laugh.

“What?” she asked, baffled. “What’s so funny?”

“That sounds like a fair description of what wound up in your mouth not even an hour ago, and you didn’t seem to have a problem with that.”

“Oh!” Imogen felt her cheeks heat up. He had the uncanny ability to bring everything back around to sex. Not that she was complaining. “It’s not the same thing at all,” she said, though she honestly couldn’t say why not. “I guess passion alters everything.”

“No doubt about that.”

Now she was intrigued at the thought, and she smiled a little as she mulled it over, pushing her fork around her plate. “I mean, think about it. What differentiates sexual fluids from other viscous fluids? Snot has a very similar consistency to, say, vaginal fluid, yet no one wants to slide their tongue through snot. It seems that the origin of a slippery liquid alters the reaction it receives, with total extremes, one being gross and one sexy. Hmm. Very interesting, don’t you think?”

Imogen glanced up to see Ty holding his fist over his mouth, his face turning red. “Are you okay?”

He shook his head no, but before Imogen could jump up and Heimlich the biscuit out of his windpipe, he swallowed hard and let out a wet, choking laugh.

“Oh, my God. Are you trying to kill me?” His eyes watered as he choked and laughed, laughed and choked, pounding on his chest.

“What?” she asked, mystified.

“Do not say things like sliding your tongue through snot while I am drinking coffee, babe.” His laughing and coughing settled down and he shook his head at her in amusement. “You are absolutely hilarious. I love the way you look at things.”

Wow. Ty thought she was funny? No one had ever indicated they found her in any way humorous before.

He thought she was sexy and funny.

Imogen smiled back at him and thought she could really, really get used to this.

 

 

TY shoved miscellaneous crap into his suitcase and glanced around his bedroom. He was late and undoubtedly going to arrive in Martinsville forgetting something seriously important. But he had underwear and he had his toiletries bag, which stayed packed all the time, so he wasn’t sure what else mattered. He shoved gym shoes into the bag and dialed Toni on his cell phone.

“Where are you?” Toni asked suspiciously after greeting him.

“At home.”

“You’re going to miss your plane,” she said matter-of-factly.

“No, I’m not.” He didn’t think. Ty zipped his bag and glanced around the room. Nothing important jumped out at him so he grabbed the duffel and headed toward the door. “Listen, I need you to get a copy of
Much Ado About Nothing
on audio for my laptop. E-mail it to me and I’ll download it at the airport.”

“Yesterday it was a guidebook on how to marry a driver, today it’s Shakespeare. Interesting.”