Hitting on the Hooker (4 page)

Floating in a
sea of pleasure, she clung to him and followed where he led,
trusting him to take them where they needed to go. Her hips moved
against his hand, seeking more of what she needed. He rumbled in
pleasure, the sound a vibration against her body and shifted, using
a hard knee to part her thighs further. Before she could wonder
what he was about, he parted her folds and slid a thick finger deep
inside her.

She pulled free
of his lips with a soundless moan. The climax that had been
hovering on the wings thundered closer, circling her with
relentless purpose. Her pussy clenched hard around his invading
digit, and she tapped his arms.

“Tom…I’m
goin’…too close.” She wanted him inside her when she came. Wanted
to feel him filling her, to tip her over the edge into release.

His lips grazed
her neck, nuzzling the sweet spot under her ear that turned her
knees to mush. “Just let it go. Come for me, sweet thing. Let me
bring you pleasure.”

His low voice,
the whispered words, and the kiss laid gently on her lips were a
delicious counterpoint to the sudden thrust as he slid a second
finger into her pussy to join the first.

She cried out
as her world shattered around her, pleasure running like fire and
ice through her veins. It was too much, she couldn’t keep it all
in. Her hips rocked against his hand as he thrust and withdrew,
adding the pressure of his thumb against her clit to heighten her
pleasure. She rode the high, burying her face into his strong neck
as he played her body, drawing the climax out. When the waves
ebbed, he pulled away.

She moaned in
the back of her throat when he slid off the bed, missing the strong
warmth of his body as she floated in the aftermath of her release.
Fabric rustled, the distinctive sound of a foil packet being ripped
telling her what he was about.

She opened her
eyes as he returned, planting a knee between hers, to cover her.
She smiled, reaching up to stroke her hand down his jaw, the
stubble covered skin rough against her palm. The look on his face
was hard and feral, a primitive look that made her shiver.

“I’ll go slow.
I promise--”

She was well
ahead of him, sliding a hand down to wrap around his cock. The fact
that he’d protected them both without assuming she was on the pill
endeared him to her. Using a firm grip, she stroked, marvelling at
his length and width. God, she couldn’t wait to get that inside
her. If it would all fit.

He groaned, a
muffled expletive leaving his lips so crude that in any other
circumstances she might have blushed. Now she took it as an
indicator of how close he was to losing control.

And she was
right. After a couple of strokes, he grabbed her wrist, stilling
her hand. “You need to stop, love. Unless you want a real short,
fast fuck.”

Letting go, she
lay back, parting her legs further as he moved to settle himself
between them. The head of his sheath-covered cock pressed against
the entrance to her cunt, and he started to thrust. She sucked a
quick breath in as the broad tip breeched her entrance, forcing her
pussy wide to accept him.

God, he was
big. She felt every inch of his invading shaft pressing against her
inner walls as he pushed into her, every so often pulling back to
bear down again. Working his way into her in short, sea-saw
movements until he was seated to the hilt.

He stopped,
gathering her into his arms as her pussy throbbed and fluttered
around him. She closed her eyes, wallowing in the sensation and a
sudden pang hit her. It felt so right. She never wanted to let him
go. But that was stupid, there was no way he’d want her for more
than a night.

He kissed her
temple, murmuring low words she couldn’t make out over the roaring
of her blood in her ears. She’d never felt so filled, so stretched
before. It was almost verging on uncomfortable. But almost as soon
as the sensation registered, it eased off, leaving her with the
need to move.

“Shh, hold on.
Just give me a moment.” He grabbed her hips when she started to
move, holding her still. “You’re so damn tight.”

Biting her lip,
she tried to do as she was told but her body had a mind of its own.
Little rocks of her hips against his had them both gasping. With a
curse, he let go of her hips and pulled his own back. The sensation
as he pulled out almost all the way set a new bar in exquisite.
Then he thrust back in, a quick fast slide until their hips met
again, and she lost the ability to think.

“Oh God, yes.
More,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his hips. He grunted,
bracing his hands either side of her head, and gave her what she
wanted. What she needed.

Bending every
inch of his big, powerful body to pleasure, he moved over her.
Short, hard thrusts followed by slow slides that drove her out of
her mind. Their breathing grew ragged, the slide and slap of skin
on skin, the sounds of sex, filled the room. Moans escaped her
throat to combine with his deeper groans in a primal harmony as
they strained against each other. Each motion feeding the fire that
grew between them until a roll of his hips brought her to the edge
again.

She gasped,
body tense. “Oh… I…”

“I’m here.” He
wrapped his arms around her, rolling on the bed until she was
astride him. The sudden movement made her gasp, the change in
position causing all new and interesting sensations as his cock
stroked in her tight pussy.

“I want to
watch your face as you come,” he growled, hands on her hips to lift
her up, and drive her down over his cock, impaling her on the thick
length.

She cried out,
his name on her lips as her pussy clenched tight around him,
milking his cock in rhythmic waves. He growled, lips pulled back
from his teeth and all the cords in his neck and shoulder standing
in high relief. His fingers bit into her hips as he slammed up into
her—a few short, hard thrusts before he snarled her name and went
rigid, his cock jerking and pulsing in her depths as he found his
own release.

Last night had
been the best sex of his life. Ever.

Thanks to his
training schedule, Tom was used to waking early, and this morning
was no exception. Warm and comfortable, he wrapped his arm around
Fern’s waist, her curvy body curled against his.

Poor girl, he’d
kept her away all night, unable to get enough of her. And still he
was half hard now, cock ready to go at moment’s notice. It was like
he hadn’t had sex for bloody years, and was gorging himself before
the treat was taken away.

He looked down
in the growing light. The sight of her there, lost on the wide
expanse of the bed with her hair spread out around her head like a
dark halo hit him like a shoulder to the gut. What would it be like
to wake to her there every day?

As the thought
hit him, he knew he wanted to make it a reality. He’d always
scoffed whenever anyone mentioned love at first sight, but now he
was forced to re-think his opinion. His strategy for getting her
into his bed had worked, so now he needed a new one to get her to
stay with him longer.

Dropping a kiss
on her temple, he slid from under the covers. A shower and then
breakfast in bed should endear her to seeing him again. He paused
just inside the bathroom, a sinking feeling wrapping itself around
his heart. Shit. What if she’d only wanted a one-night stand? God,
that would suck. He had to face facts. She was beautiful, classy,
and intelligent. She could do way better than him.

After dealing
with business, he leaned his hands against the sink to study his
reflection in the mirror. A couple of inches shy of six feet, his
body reflected his choice of career as hooker for a premier league
club. He was heavily built and packed with muscle, particularly his
shoulders and neck. Right at the front of the pack, he and the rest
of the front row took the pressure of the entire opposition team
pushing against them in a scrum, as well as that of the Sharks
pushing the other way. It was like a game of piggy in the middle,
with men as big as cars.

He reached up.
His nose had been broken at least three times and his ears got
taped down during a game, or he had to have them syringed. Even so,
the hard swelling in the left was never going away. All in all, he
looked like the bruiser he was. Sighing, he dropped his head, there
was no way she was after more than a bit of fun and a chance to bed
a Shark. He was a notch on her bedpost, not the other way
around.

His mood
weighing him down, he switched the shower on and stepped in. He
ducked under the spray and stayed there, eyes closed. The sound
might wake her, but hell, that would just give her the chance to
escape without having to deal with him if she wanted. Perhaps it
was for the best.

“Hey, tiger, I
didn’t wear you out, did I?”

So convinced
that she was going to make a run for it, the sound of her voice
surprised him. Looking up, he found her right in front of him,
wrapped in the shirt he’d worn last night. Pleasure hit him. He
liked that, seeing her in his clothes. Her lips curved into a
smile, but the look in her eyes was wary, and for an instant, he
saw similar worries to the ones he’d been having reflected
there.

He grinned like
a damn idiot. “Hell no. I’ll give you a repeat performance whenever
you like, love.”

The look she
gave him was so hot it would have blistered paint. “Really? How
about right now?”

He sucked in a
breath, watching as she slid his shirt off and let it drop to the
floor to reveal her in all her naked glory. A night like that and
sex in the morning? He pinched himself. This was not happening, he
just wasn’t this lucky.

His cock
punched to full mast within a heartbeat to jut loud and proud in
front of him. He wouldn’t have been able to hide his reaction to
her, even if he’d wanted to. Her gaze flicked down, the visual
caress as stimulating as if she’d reached out and wrapped her hand
around his cock there and then.

“Now works.”
Hell
, did it work.

Stepping back
until his arse hit the tiled wall, he made room for her. The
cubicle wasn’t small, for normal people, but with him in it, space
was at a premium.

“Big lad,” she
murmured, a catch in her breath as the spray from the showerhead
caught her, the water a little on the cool side to bring his raging
libido down to a manageable level. Reaching out, he adjusted the
temperature and extended his free arm.

She stepped
into his embrace, no coyness about her manner even when his cock
pressed into her stomach. She treated him to a hot look, hands
smoothing over the width of his shoulders. “You’re a big lad all
round, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” The
rough growl of his voice, thick with desire, was almost
unrecognizable. “Want me prove it to you again?”

Wicked heat and
mischief sparked in her eyes. Shaking her head, she went up on
tiptoe to plant a trail of kisses over his wet shoulders. Nips and
hot, open mouthed kisses that tested the strength in his knees.
Locking them, he concentrated on keeping his hands light on her
waist. Letting her touch him, kiss him.

“Hmm, you
know.” She traced the line of his collarbone with her tongue. “I
think I need to check for myself.”

He swore, the
expletive violent, and followed with a shaky laugh. “God, yeah. I
mean… Please.”

Dropping his
head back, he let her have open access to his body, marvelling all
the while that she wanted to, that she was still here. But she
seemed as fascinated with him as he was with her. A hum rose in the
back of her throat, a pleased little sound that reminded him of a
cat purring. He liked it. Liked her.

Fuck, yeah, he
liked her.
Really
liked her.

Her hands
smoothed over his chest, tracing the line of his pecs before moving
down to his abdomen. Male vanity made him tense, bringing his six
pack out into high relief. He wanted her to see and feel the best
of him.

Her fingers
worked down. He sucked his breath in, anticipation holding him
prisoner as her hand drew closer and closer to his cock. The memory
of her fingers wrapped around him last night made his cock jerk, a
bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. God, if she didn’t touch him
soon…

The wet heat of
her tongue flicked over his nipple the same instant her small hand
closed around his cock. The breath punched out of his lungs as his
back arched, and his hips thrust forward all at the same time, body
jerking different ways as it chased the pleasure she offered.

“God, yeah. Do
that more.”

Reaching up, he
planted a hand on the walls either side of him. He didn’t trust
himself to use the showerhead to hold onto. The sensation of her
mouth and her hand on him…he’d tear the damn thing right off the
wall. It was all he could do to stay still as she explored him, but
there was no way he was moving. Not while she touched him like
this.

Licking and
kissing the flat discs of his nipples, she alternated flicking her
tongue over them with gentle nips that made him gasp. Gritting his
teeth, he shoved his hands harder against the tiles. Anything to
stay upright.

Heat surged as
she worked him, pumping his cock in steady strokes that threatened
to blow his mind. His hips developed a mind of their own, rocking
counter to the motion of her hand. Looking down, he watched the
head of his cock flash in and out of her grip. God, it was the
sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“Hmm, big…but I
think I need more evidence.”

Tom threw his
head back, the back of his skull thunking against the wall. She was
trying to kill him. She slid to her knees right there in front of
him, hands on his thighs for balance, and he lost the ability to
think.

The first warm,
wet rasp of her tongue over his cock made him flinch, the second,
moan, and when she leaned forward to engulf him in the heated
cavern of her mouth, he was done. She had him; heart, body and
soul. The fact that she’d do something like this for him without
asking, without the coercion he’d always had to exert with previous
girlfriends to get such a treat… it blew his mind.