Kiss Me Twice (4 page)

She wriggled beneath him, striving for deeper contact, but he stilled her with big hands that nearly spanned her hips. This was his show, they'd move at his speed. His head was full of her, her scent, her taste, her cries, and he grasped for the control threatening to slip away. The heels of those fuck-me shoes dug into his shoulders as she strove to lever herself off the mattress, the pain sending little pulses of sensation to his aching cock.

He warned himself to slow down, intending to torment her further until she was begging him to let her come. But all it took was another thrust of his tongue and her belly tightened, her thighs clamped around his head, and she shuddered, hot juices pouring into his mouth as she came.

He indulged in one last, deep taste, felt her jerk as though electrocuted. He pushed himself up, pleased by the slightly shell-shocked look in her glassy blue eyes.

Christ, he hoped she had condoms on her because he seriously thought he might die if he didn't fuck her right now.

But as soon as his weight eased off her Karen scrambled out from under him and made a beeline for the bathroom. Cursing his slow reflexes, he watched her half-run, half-stagger on her ridiculous heels.

Maybe she'd read his mind and was going to get a condom. He quickly quashed that notion as the door slammed and the click of the lock being engaged registered in his blood-deprived brain.

"What the fuck?" He pushed himself off the bed and marched determinedly to the bathroom. He heard the shower start. She thought she could come against his mouth and shower off without a word?

No fucking way, he thought as he reached for the doorknob. They weren't done until he said they were done.

Karen managed to unbuckle the flimsy straps of her shoes with shaky hands. After kicking them into a corner with a carelessness that belied their hefty price tag, she turned the shower on full blast, not bothering to wait for the water to heat up before she jumped in.

"What am I doing?" she said. She braced her hands against the tiled wall, shuddering both from the cold and the intensity of the climax she'd just experienced. She thought she had things under control when she'd gone down on him. Men were weak like that, and Karen had learned to exploit that weakness very early in life. But unlike most men, Mike hadn't missed a beat and had instead dragged her off to the bedroom like a caveman bent on ravaging her.

Despite everything that had happened, she'd loved every second of it. No matter how forceful and demanding he got, she knew Mike would never, ever hurt her. Not physically anyway.

She shook her head, sending droplets of water against the wall. Oh Christ, how could she be so stupid? After two years of hard work and therapy, one look at Mike and she was right back where she started.

Except with Mike it was worse, because he held a power over her body that no man ever could match.

She was stunned at how quickly she'd come. Tempting though it was, she couldn't use her two-year sexual hiatus as an excuse. For years she'd faked it with her lovers, putting on Academy Award—worthy performances guaranteed to get her lovers off and get them off of her.

With Mike, damn him, there was no need to fake. Things were no different from the first time he'd ever touched her, back when she was eighteen. She still went off like a goddamn rocket and he barely even had to try.

"Get a grip, Karen." She had to salvage this situation. She'd come once, and that had to be a fluke. She would cool off, walk out there like it was no big deal, and...fuck his brains out! an eager voice all but shouted in her head. No, you'll kick his ass out, now that you've gotten what you wanted, the sly, manipulative voice she'd been trying to subdue for the past two years commanded.

Oh, but what she wouldn't give to have his hands on her, feel his amazing cock driving inside her, impossibly hard, impossibly deep.

That's what got you into trouble in the first place,
a voice warned. Wanting Mike too much, losing control and doing stupid, dangerous things.

But I'm not a stupid teenager anymore. I can handle myself now, keep control of the situation...

And tonight is a good example?

The sound of wood cracking and the door banging against the wall startled Karen from her internal debate. Seconds later the shower curtain whipped open, and she couldn't stop herself from trying to hide from Mike's glower.

He smirked as he took in her pose, forearm over her breasts, her other palm pressed protectively between her legs.

"I think we're a little past that, don't you?" He stepped into the stall, dropping a foil packet in the soap dish.

The shower, which was actually quite spacious, suddenly felt cramped. Naked, with water running over the soft mat of dark hair that furred his chest, down the ripples of his abs, and over the jutting hardness of his erection, Mike was pure sex and intimidation.

"I don't know what you were thinking, locking yourself in the bathroom, Karen," he said, pressing her back against the wall and leaning into her. His head bent to capture her earlobe between his teeth. "We're nowhere near finished."

She couldn't keep from rubbing against him as he bent his knees to align their pelvises. Her arms wound up around his neck and she threw herself into the kiss, stroking her tongue into his mouth, enjoying for a moment the sheer pleasure of mouth on mouth, tongue on tongue, skin on skin. Her nails dug into the resilient muscles of his back, and she moaned as his hand slid between her legs, cupping her sex and thrusting a finger deep inside.

"Jesus, you're tight," he murmured.

She tried not to be hurt by the faint note of surprise in his voice. If he only knew how long it had been.

"I know you want to fuck me." His words thrummed through her, in perfect concert with the intoxicating thrust of his thick finger, the gentle grind of his palm against her mound.

She didn't want to tell him yes, didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but she couldn't stop a strangled sound erupting from her throat.

Thankfully, that seemed to be enough, because in seconds he'd sheathed himself and she felt herself being lifted off the floor, the broad head of his cock pressing just inside her soft folds.

And then all she could do was hang on to his shoulders as he slid her down his thick shaft. Her flesh stretched around him, yielding even as she gasped at the sharp pinch of pain. As though sensing her discomfort, he held back, kissing her softly as he stilled, allowing her to adjust before sliding her all the way down until she'd taken every inch of him.

She hung there, impaled, pinned against the wall, breath coming in harsh pants as long-unused muscles and tissues struggled to accommodate his massive length. Nerve endings awakened and danced as pain inevitably gave way to excruciating pleasure. Then he was moving, slow and so deep, and she was dying, pressing her clit against the base of his shaft, moaning at the delicious friction of every stroke. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she tried to drive him faster, but to her increasing frustration she couldn't get any leverage.

Suddenly he stilled, leaning into her and holding her immobile against the wall. She thrashed and struggled against him but couldn't dislodge his much-greater weight. Sick bastard that he was, he wouldn't move, just held her there, tormenting her with light kisses on her neck and shoulders and an occasional hard suck on a nipple.

Karen clenched around him as he nipped the beaded flesh, kneading him with her body, trying to seduce him back into the rhythm she needed. But instead of moving like she craved, Mike pulled out, lifting her up and turning her so she faced away from him. She shivered in anticipation as he tipped her forward to brace her hands against the slick tiles that lined the shower. Her cry echoed off the tiles when she felt him slide in from behind, filling her almost to bursting as he drove home.

Still he didn't move. Seething with frustration, Karen tried to work herself against his cock, determined to reach the orgasm that hovered just beyond her reach. He stopped her with a broad hand against her sacrum. She felt his hot, moist breath in her ear as he bent to whisper, "You be a good girl and hold still, Karen, or I'm not going to let you come."

She stiffened at that, hackles rising at his domineering attitude. She turned her head to tell him to fuck off, but the words stuck in her throat. His face was set in savage lines, jaw clenched, full lips tight in an expression of pure sexual dominance. Then she saw the removable shower head in his hand.

A helpless little moan sounded from her lips as he trailed the spray up her leg. Oh, just a few more inches...

With an evil chuckle, he bypassed the juncture of her thighs and instead moved the nozzle over her back, around to her belly, and ground himself just a little deeper inside her...

Karen held her breath as he allowed just the very edge of the spray to hit her nipple, bringing the already-aroused flesh to screaming awareness. She thrust back against him as her other nipple received the same treatment.

Her back arched and she was literally vibrating around his cock as the spray slid down her belly and Mike's other hand came up to play with her breasts.

"Mike—"

"Tell me what you want." The spray moved down until it just barely touched her stripe of blond hair.

She stood up on tiptoes as she tried to get the water to hit her where she most needed it.

"Tell me," he repeated, running the water across the tops of her thighs, barely skimming her clit. It was just enough to make her clench and shudder around him.

"I need—" The words died at another pass of the spray, and this time he lingered for a split second. "Oh God, I need to come."

"That's it. You want to come so bad you can taste it."

Her only response was another moan as his fingers parted her labia, exposing her clit to the firm pressure of the shower for just a nanosecond before he whipped it away. "But you can't come until I let you." He moved the shower down her leg, then up, over her ass, around to her belly. "Now beg me. Beg me to let you come." His command was matched by a swift withdrawal and thrust, another pass of the spray.

Karen quivered on the edge, looking into the abyss of an orgasm more intense than anything she'd ever experienced. She cursed him silently as her words echoed, firm and clear as she pleaded for release.

"Please, Mike," she said, beyond pride, beyond caring, "please make me come. Please."

Her voice cracked as he finally gave her what she wanted. The spray hit her clit and release rippled through her as the tremors started at her core, pulsing through each limb as she shuddered and jerked around his mercifully thrusting cock.

Abruptly he dropped the shower head and, no longer holding back, pumped inside her with a force that lifted her onto her toes. Her muscles undulated and clenched around his shaft. She gloried in his deep moan as she felt him swell even bigger inside her.

Sounds of flesh slapping flesh filled the shower as he pounded against her, hands clenched around her hips. "Oh Christ," he moaned, and she felt his thick cock twitch and jerk inside her. He collapsed forward, his hands coming to rest beside hers against the wall.

His heart beat like a trip hammer against her back, and his breath sounded harsh in her ear. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of him softening inside her, reveling for a moment in the knowledge that she'd given him an orgasm at least as intense as her own.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, a soft, gentle touch that belied his earlier predatory attitude. It was stupid, but suddenly Karen wanted to retreat to the bed with Mike and indulge in the kind of postcoital snugglefest she'd always scorned.

He slipped from her body and exited the shower without a word, and she took the opportunity to try to pull herself together.

She toweled herself dry and started a quick repair job on her makeup while she tried to formulate a game plan. I'm going to walk right out there, fix Mike a drink, and see if he is up for another round, she thought as she rubbed on moisturizer.

Or maybe she should tell him thanks for the good time, and he should get back to his party.

Or maybe, she thought in a moment of insanity, she could tell him the truth about what had happened that night eleven years ago. Maybe he would believe that she wasn't the awful, amoral person he thought she was.

The way he'd kissed her shoulder there at the end—maybe he did still harbor tender feelings toward her.

She opened the bathroom door and, telling herself she wasn't disappointed that he wasn't stretched out on the bed, moved into the sitting room.

Mike was fully dressed and stepping into his shoes. Her stomach sank even as she painted a bright "I don't give a shit" smile on her face.

"Leaving so soon?"

His smile didn't reach his eyes. "It's been fun reminiscing with you, Karen, but my brothers are going to wonder where I am."

"Don't let me keep you. As far as I'm concerned your work here is done." Her voice sounded huskier than usual around the lump in her throat.

He laughed softly, and for the first time since she'd first seen him at Cleo's, a real smile creased his face. "Ah, Karen, you're such a bitch." He walked over and tipped her chin up, kissing her with a force just this side of brutal. His hazel eyes were glowing when his mouth released hers. "But you're still a great fuck." He paused before he shut the door behind him. "See you at the wedding."

Karen stared at the door for several long moments, his parting words ringing in her ears.

She'd had lots of men tell her she was a great fuck, that she did amazing things with her hands and mouth. She couldn't remember a time that she hadn't used it as an advantage, a time when those words hadn't given her at least a little boost to her ego.

Ever since she'd given Josh Thompson a hand job her sophomore year and realized he'd do anything she wanted if she hinted she might go a little farther, she'd embraced her power over the male of the species. Of course, Josh had gone and told everyone that she had gone all the way, and pretty soon most of the boys at North Tahoe High School nearly rang her phone off the hook. She never went all the way with any of them either, and she soon discovered that they were all just as satisfied to get off in her hand or her mouth as they were in her body.