Into the Mist (2 page)

“You like what you see, sugar?”

“Very nice,” she purred. “Nothing wrong with your equipment.”

He grinned and wrapped a hand around his straining cock. He pulled gently, working his hand up and down as he grew even harder.

“Lie down,” she murmured, gesturing toward the bed. He wondered what her back-up plan was now that he wasn't passed out or dead from whatever drug she'd slipped him.

He wagged his ass over to the bed like an obedient stooge, but really, what red-blooded man wouldn't be jumping to do this woman's bidding? Hell, right now, he'd leap out the window naked and bark at the moon if that's what it took.

He flopped onto the bed, legs spread, hands behind his head. If she wanted to run the show, he'd let her. For the time being.

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a foil-wrapped packet. Came prepared, did she? It was then it registered that she didn't carry a purse. Combat boots and no purse. He might have just lost his heart.

As she moved to the bed, she ripped at the edge of the condom pack with her teeth. She threw the foil away and slipped the tip of the condom between her lips. A red condom. What the hell?

Okay, he wasn't arguing. Really. She could put a pink rubber on him, and he wouldn't bitch, but the idea of a colored dick set his teeth on edge.

All complaints ceased when she crawled up between his legs and lowered her head to his thighs. Oh hell, she wasn't.

Fuck. She was.

She slipped the condom over the tip of his cock with her mouth. And she didn't stop there. Warm, moist lips surrounded him as she slowly eased her way down.

Fuck, she was well on her way to deep-throating him. He liked head as well as the next guy, but he'd never had a woman slide a condom all the way down his dick with her mouth.

The head of his cock bumped against the soft flesh of her throat, and her tongue unrolled the remainder of the condom. Unbelievable.

Slowly, she began inching her way back up, her mouth working its magic over the thin latex. If ever there was a time he cursed condoms, that time was now. What he wouldn't give to feel that tongue and nothing else.

“Get your damn clothes off,” he growled.

The corner of her mouth quirked in amusement as she stared up at him. “Now who's in a hurry?”

“You can take them off or I'll tear them off,” he said calmly.

Annoyance flitted across her face, but she set to work untying the little string that held her shirt on. When the scrap of material fell away, his pulse sped up. God almighty, the woman had gorgeous breasts. And her nipples. Perfect.

He reached out to palm one, wanting to feel the slight weight in his hand, but she pulled away and climbed off the bed. She bent down to take off her boots, giving him a perfect shot of her breasts as they swayed with the motion. Then she stood and shimmied out of her tight jeans, no small feat, and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her underwear. It was interesting to note that her panties were white and functional. Kind of like her combat boots.

She yanked her underwear down, and his eyes drifted to the curls that shielded her pussy. His cock tightened, became unbearably hard.

She noted his reaction and pinned him with her emerald stare. Her small, pink tongue darted out and ran across her upper lip as she moved back to the bed.

The mattress dipped as she climbed between his legs. Soft hands gripped his hips as she straddled him. In one quick motion, she arched over him then sheathed herself fully on him.

His body jerked in reaction, and he shut his eyes against the pleasure, sharp and exploding. God, she was tight. So tight and hot. Her pussy convulsed and quivered around his cock, sucking him deeper into her body.

He reached up to cup her breasts, rolling his thumbs over the pink nipples. They tightened under his touch, and when she would have pulled away, he slid one hand around her back, holding her in place.

She increased her pace, riding him as if she wanted to get him off quickly. And maybe that was her back-up plan. Too bad.

He trailed his fingers across her lean stomach and dipped lower to the curls of her pussy. She froze then pushed down against him. He wouldn't be deterred.

He eased one finger between them, seeking her hot, wet flesh. He circled her clit and stroked the taut bud. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, and despite her cool façade, he could see her start to falter.

Her entire body quivered against his, and she resumed her ride, rotating her hips as she bucked up and down on him. He'd had about enough of allowing her to call the shots.

He moved his hand from the small of her back to her hip, and before she could react, he rolled her underneath him. His cock slid out, but he reached between them and guided his dick back into her pussy.

She looked almost panicked as he thrust forward. And if she wasn't panicking before, she was when he yanked her arms above her head and held them there.

He grinned down at her, knowing he had her right where he wanted her.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

“Not letting you call the shots.”

She opened her mouth as if she'd retort, but he didn't give her the opportunity. He swooped down, capturing her lips with his.

She tasted sweet and spicy. He refused to hurry the kiss even as she squirmed beneath him. When he finally pulled away, she panted for breath.

The soft skin of her neck beckoned him, and he bent, nibbling a path down the curve of her shoulder. A soft moan filtered through his ears, and he smiled triumphantly. The little wench wasn't as unaffected as she'd like to be.

She stirred restlessly against him as he rolled his hips forward, diving deep into her warmth.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Don't worry, sugar, I plan to,” he murmured against her ear.

He licked the lobe then sucked it between his teeth. He nibbled his way around her ear before sinking his teeth into the soft skin of her neck.

She arched her back then wrapped her arms tight around him. Her nails scored his shoulders, and he moaned low in his throat. Little wildcat.

“That's it, sugar. Let it go.”

He ran his hands underneath her back and held her close while his hips pumped against her. Damn, she felt incredible. If he didn't get a grip, he was going to shoot his wad before things got really good.

With reluctance, he withdrew. She whimpered in protest, but he moved his body down hers, kissing a path to her breasts.

He'd waited all night to sample her nipples, and he wasn't going to rush the experience. He flicked his tongue around the rigid peak, leaving a damp trail on her skin.

A soft sigh escaped her when he sucked the puckered tip into his mouth. He pulled at the nipple, suckling in a steady rhythm. With his free hand, he reached down to slide his fingers between her legs.

He eased inside her, stroking the inner walls of her pussy. Her breath hitched and escaped her throat in a ragged sound. He smiled.

“Like that, sugar?”

She moaned in response and spread her legs wider for him. Unable to resist the invitation, he let go of her nipple, licking it one last time before he moved his big body further down the bed.

His mouth hovered over the juncture of her thighs. He looked up to see her green eyes through the narrow slits of her eyelids. They glittered with need. Gone was the wall, the very visible barrier she'd worn the entire evening. In its place was a tangible yearning.

Gently, he parted the tender folds of her pussy. The pink skin glistened with the evidence of her need. He trailed a finger over the slick flesh, circling the soft bud of her clit.

Then he lowered his head and lapped his tongue over the quivering button. She jerked beneath him, arching her back in a spasmodic motion. He smiled but didn't move his head.

He loved her taste, sweet and silky in his mouth. With his fingers, he spread her wider, allowing his mouth easier access. He circled her tight entrance with his tongue, enjoying each and every time he made her twitch.

It'd been a while since he enjoyed going down on a woman this much. He could definitely stay between her legs for the better part of the night.

As he dipped his tongue inside her pussy, her thighs clamped around his head, and she trembled violently against him.

“You have to stop,” she gasped.

Oh, hell no, he wasn't stopping. He wanted to make her come in his mouth. He couldn't wait.

He began to lick and suck in earnest. As his mouth moved back up to her clit, he slid two fingers into her pussy, stroking and gliding against the slick walls.

She let out an anguished wail, one that told him how hard she fought against the pleasure he was giving her. Her body convulsed and tightened around him. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and moved his mouth down, thrusting his tongue into the small opening.

She exploded into his mouth in a hot rush. He closed his eyes as she spasmed against his tongue. He licked and nuzzled until he felt her start to come down and relax. She finally went limp against the mattress, and only then did he raise his head to look at her.

She lay against the pillow, her long hair fanned out. Her eyes glittered, and her bottom lip was puffy, no doubt from being pinned between her teeth.

He ached to be back inside her, that velvet sheath of hers encasing his dick. Impatiently, he spread her thighs and moved up, shoving inside her with one hard lunge.

Her harsh exhalation shattered the quiet.

Unable to resist her swollen mouth, he swooped down, capturing her lips hotly. He forced his tongue deep, wanting her to taste herself, to know just how hard she'd come.

Her hands dove into his hair, wrapping tightly around the long strands as she held him against her. A sound of pure male satisfaction rumbled from his chest. She wasn't tender, and he loved that. She was about to pull him bald, but he didn't give a fuck.

He reached down, hooking his hands underneath her legs. Using his arms, he hoisted her legs higher, pushing her knees toward her chest.

The position sent him deeper into her, and he closed his eyes as he surged forward over and over. Her pussy still rippled with the aftershocks of her orgasm, clutching his cock in a staccato motion.

He moved his lips down to her neck again, sinking his teeth into the curve of her shoulder. He sucked in time with his thrusts, wanting to mark her.

She quivered underneath him, her body tightening with the promise of another orgasm. He smiled and kissed the spot he'd been sucking, feathering his lips over the area to soothe it.

Her nails raked his shoulders then dug into his back. He strained against her, trying to hold out, wanting her to come again before he gave in to the cascading force of pleasure rushing over him.

His eyes locked with hers. Then he bent to kiss her. Hot, open-mouthed, raging kiss. Their bodies arched and strained, and he captured her cry of release in his mouth.

He withdrew the tiniest bit then surrendered to the urge to bury himself in her again. He jerked his hips forward in a series of desperate plunges before exploding. He rocked against her over and over until finally he felt the firestorm begin to recede.

He carefully lowered himself until he was pressed close to her body. His chest heaved with exertion, and he gathered her tight in his arms. His lungs felt near to bursting as he dragged painful breaths into them.

After several long seconds, he reluctantly eased himself away from her and reached down for the condom. He tossed it into the garbage can by the bed then carefully pulled her back into his arms. He shifted so they lay side by side.

She breathed hard against him. Then she quieted. He could feel her heart beating wildly against his chest, but she didn't make any motion to remove herself from his embrace.

He reached up toward the headboard and slid his hand along the wall until he felt the light switch. He flipped it, bathing the room in darkness. Then he settled down to wait.

 

 

 

She was patient. Eli would grant her that. He'd lain next to her for three hours feigning sleep, just as she was. She'd even perfected all the sleepy snuggle moves, occasionally stirring and nuzzling closer to him.

But he wasn't fooled.

Obviously her back-up plan was to blind him with mind-numbing sex, although he could swear she never planned to take things as far as she did. It was too bad, really. It figured that the best sex he'd had in at least five years had to come with a woman who may well be trying to kill him.

Thirty minutes later, he fought the urge to succumb to a restful sleep. Then he felt her tense against him. Just the slightest bit, but he knew she was awake.

He willed himself to stay relaxed. He even managed a soft snore as she began to ease away from him. She took her time, moving in incremental spaces, pausing after each movement to evaluate his level of consciousness.

Finally, after an interminable period of time, he felt the bed dip as she got off. He listened as she gathered her clothes, and he assumed she got dressed. Then he heard her soft steps as she left the room.

He cracked one eye open to survey the room, but she wasn't there. He stared up at the ceiling then closed his eyes, summoning the mental energy to shift to mist.

His body floated free from the boundaries and parameters set by his mind. A brief shock rolled over his system before he came apart, quickly reassembling into tiny molecules of water.

It was an addictive surge, one he never tired of. Shedding the constraints of his human body and embracing the freedom of the elements. It was powerful. It was a rush only rivaled by sex.

He hovered over the bed for a split second before shimmering from the room in his search for his mystery woman. He found her in his office rummaging through his desk drawers.

He settled in a small cloud just over her shoulder, intent on seeing just what it was she thought she'd find. He wasn't stupid enough to keep important information just lying around, but she didn't know that, obviously.