Long Slow Second Look (7 page)

"I know who it is. Don't answer it."

I met his gaze and was lost in the desire I saw there. We stared at each other in silence until the phone stopped ringing.

I sucked in a breath, bothered by how easily I'd allowed desire for him to deflect me from my goal. "So what now, Johnny? I'm just supposed to pull up my dress and drop my thong for you?"

He caressed my cheek. "Oh, no. You don't have to move a muscle. I'll be more than happy to push up your dress and remove your thong and slip for you."

The depth of my desire for him stunned and shook me. Yes I was horny and yes I'd been too long without a man in my bed, but this level of sexual need was new and a little scary.

He slid his other hand down my body and under my dress.

I tensed but made no move to stop him.

Pushing my thong aside, he palmed my pussy.

Oh…God. Just feeling his hand between my legs sent a powerful rush of need through me.

His thumb rubbed against my clit before gently stroking my slit.

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth. There was no way we weren't going to have sex. Hell. I wanted him to fuck me.

He bent his head to kiss my neck below my ear. "You're so wet."

I wiggled my hips. "You made me that way, Johnny mine."

"I'm very glad to hear that."

I felt one of his fingers slip between my slit and shuddered. "And what do I get out of this deal?"

He removed his hand from my thong to slide his zipper down.

My stomach muscles tightened. Without looking down, I knew he was taking his cock out.

Locking his gaze with mine, he guided my hand down to his groin. "You mean besides my big cock?"

Damn. It was big and erect. It didn't seem to take much to rev him up to full capacity. I couldn't resist the urge to close my fingers around the thick length in my hand. Lord that was nice. "Yes," I whispered. "Besides this."

"What else do you want? Name it." Holding my dress and slip above my hips, he rubbed his shaft against my hand.

"I have expensive tastes," I warned in a tone that even I barely heard and tightened my fingers around his cock.

"That's not going to be a problem because I have a lot of money. I'll give you anything you want."

The only thing I wanted at that moment was him inside me. Once I admitted that, there was no point pretending otherwise. "I want you, Johnny mine," I admitted.

He bent his head and pressed his mouth against my neck. "How?"

I rubbed his cock head along my slit. "On top of me…between my legs…inside me…deep inside me."

"Far be it from me to deny you anything." He inhaled quickly and pushed my hand away from his cock. Then he drove his hips forward.

Feeling his naked shaft head pressing against my slit, demanding entrance into my pussy shocked me back to my senses.

No matter how filled with desire I was, I did not do unsafe sex. I reached down between our bodies to push against his abs. "John!"

"I want you…hell, I feel like I need you." He reached down to capture both my hands in his, held them against his chest and pushed his hips forward.

One second his shaft pressed against my slit, the next he rotated his hips and drove his cock deep up into my pussy with one swift motion.

Oh…my…god! Finding his big, hard, thick cock in complete possession of my pussy, I stared up at him in a stunned silence with my lips parted and my eyes wide.
Make him pull out. You have to make him pull out.

He's a shameless, horny bastard. He took full advantage of my shock to cup his hands over my ass, press his lips against mine, and slide his big, delicious silken cock in and out of me with smooth, fluid motions that quickly sent waves of pleasure crashing all over me.

I struggled to drag my wanton senses back to the reality that he was fucking me raw. "John…John, what are you doing?" I moaned against his lips.

While still sliding in and out of me with deep, hard thrusts that I felt radiating all through me, he kissed a path to my neck below my ear. "If you can't tell, I'm doing it all wrong, sweet," he whispered.

He definitely wasn't doing it wrong.

He lifted my right leg and pushed in deeper.

Damn that felt good. He clearly wasn't going to stop and the insane part of me that had flirted with him so shamelessly within minutes of meeting him, didn't want him to. My contraceptive measures were up to date so I decided to just go with the flow and enjoy having my pussy full of delicious dick after so many long months of abstinence.

I'd deal with the consequences later because at that moment, he had the right angle of penetration and was hitting my hot spot again and again. Lost to all commonsense with my pussy on sensory overload, I moaned, clutched him close, and drenched his bad boy cock with my pussy cream.

Dragging his mouth from mine, he sucked on the side of my neck and fucked me so hard my thighs and ass shook like jelly.

I clung to him feeling weak and emotionally needier than I'd ever felt before. "Johnny…oh, Johnny mine."

"I am yours," he whispered seconds before he thrust in hard three or four more times before he groaned, shuddered, and I knew he was coming inside me.

Push him away. Insist he pull out!
Ignoring the voice of reason, I tightened myself around him and clutched him close, eager to have him deposit every drop of his cum in me.

When he stopped coming, he lowered my leg to the floor, and slumped forward with his face against my neck.

I smiled and stroked my hands down his back to his tight ass.

For several moments he was silent and still. Then he said one word that sent a chill through me.

"Shit!"

It sounded more like shit-I-can't-believe-what-I-just-did than it did like shit-that-was-a- good-fuck.

I'd expected to regret this in the morning. Clearly he regretted it now. The devastation I felt at that certainty stunned me. I didn't know what to say or do so I closed my eyes and waited.

John blew out a breath and eased out of me, allowing my dress and slip to fall back into place. He leaned against the wall beside me. "Shit! I can not believe what I just did."

His obvious regret felt like a knife wound in my chest. I know it was crazy but I wanted to cry. I'd wrecked my chances with Deandre for a drive-by fuck with a man who was sorry the moment he stopped coming. "Neither can I."

I half expected him to try to make me shoulder the blame by pointing out that I'd never once explicitly asked him to stop. But he spared me that indignity. He said nothing.

Perversely his silence made me even more uncomfortable and aware of how irresponsible accompanying him to his condo had been when I'd known what he wanted. Now he was probably wondering how quickly he could get rid of me.

I decided to save him the trouble. I pushed myself away from the door. "I'll go down into the lobby and call a cab."

He caught my hand and turned me back to face him. "No you won't."

I pulled my hand from his and looked at his chin instead of in his eyes. After what I'd just allowed him to do, I was afraid what I might see in his expression. "This is very awkward."

He nodded. "I know. What do you want to do about it?"

What I wanted was for him to take me in his arms and tell me he didn't consider me an easy lay. "I want to go home…and forget we ever met."

He took my hand in his and turned me into his embrace. He brushed his lips against my cheek. "I know I just royally screwed up, but don't say that."

I closed my eyes and burrowed against him.
You're a big girl. You knew he wanted to fuck you and you put yourself in a position for that to happen. There's no use weeping. Pull up your big girl thong and deal with it without dissolving into tears like some silly heroine in a romance novel.

Almost as if he knew how I felt, he whispered to me. "I know it's a lame ass thing to say after the fact, but I am so sorry for my complete lack of self-control and the untenable position it's put you in."

His willingness to shoulder all the blame for that raw fuck started a tear flood. They welled in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks despite my efforts to hold them back.

He released me and cupped his palms over my cheeks. "No. Don't cry. Please. I screwed up but it's not the end of the world. Nothing happened that we can't deal with together." He wiped my cheeks and took me in his arms again. "Right?"

"I don't want you to think of me as an easy lay."

He released me and met my gaze. "I'm forty-two with two kids who are only a few years away from being legal adults. I don't have unsafe sex with easy lays."

Some of my confidence returned because I believed him. "Who do you have it with?"

He cupped a hand over my damp cheek. "You and only you."

I shook my head. "No. You had it with me once."

He slipped a hand under my dress to finger my pussy. "And I'm going to have it with you again."

Even though the idea excited me, I slapped his hand away. "No you're not."

"Didn't you enjoy it?"

My cheeks burned but I maintained his gaze. "Not especially."

He laughed and pressed me against the door and put a finger on my lips. "You're such a sweet, sexy liar."

"I barely felt a thing," I insisted.

"Oh yeah? Well you squealed like a stuck pig." He cupped his hands over my face and lifted my chin so he could stare down into my eyes. "And left me very satisfied."

"Did I?"

"Oh, yeah. I will never think of you as just an easy lay."

"You're still not repeating the offense," I warned.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I nearly always get what I want before you believe me? I know you know how it felt for you, but for me, it was off the charts."

"Off the charts? Really? Should I be flattered or am I only your third lover including your ex?"

He laughed again and bent to kiss my neck. "Damn I like you."

I put my arms around his waist. "I think I might possibly maybe like you too…a little."

He slipped his arms under my dress to cup my rump. "And for future reference, I've had more lovers than you're going to want to know about."

"Brag much?"

He lifted his head and smiled. "I'm just mentioning it to give you a point of reference. Raw sex with you was…damn, I'm getting hard again just thinking about the possibility of sliding back inside you with nothing on my cock to prevent me from enjoying the full…delight…joy…whatever the hell you want to call it of being inside you.

"I'm not exaggerating when I say it was so damn good I can almost taste it."

Even as commonsense told me he was talking with his cock and saying what he thought would get him back inside me raw, I soaked in every sweet word.

"You're so sweet and tight and wet. The next time I want you raw in bed where I can lie between your legs. I want to feel your soft, warm curves under me…your large breasts cushioning my chest, your round belly pressing against mine, your sweet pussy cradling and massaging my cock until I can't hold on any longer and I just jet blast after blast of cum deep within your honeyed depths."

Okay. Call me crazy or horny or both but I swear listening to his sexy baritone describing the pleasure he expected to get from fucking me raw made me so hot my pussy flooded. And damn if I didn't want to shove up my dress, rip off my thong and invite him to dive bomb my pussy to his cock's content.

Chapter Five

Amber

Of course I didn't but the temptation was huge.

I pushed against his shoulders. "I need a shower and then I'm going home."

"No you're not–at least not to stay. I'll shower and change and then I'll drive you home so you can change. Then we're going to stop by one of my brother's house for a drink before dinner."

"Sounds like a delightful day. Too bad I have other plans," I teased, ducked under his arm, and turned away.

As I knew he would, he captured my hand and turned me into his embrace. "No you don't. You're with me."

"No. I'm not."

He cupped his hands over my ass. "Okay. You can go where you want and do whatever you want."

Surprised by his unexpected about face, I frowned. "Thanks, I will."

He squeezed my cheeks. "But in case you've forgotten, this beautiful ass is mine and it's coming with me."

Have I mentioned the fact that I like a sexy, confident man?

To drive his point home, he turned me so my breasts pressed against the door. Then he pushed up my dress, knelt behind me and proceeded to rain moist, biting kisses and stinging slaps against my bare cheeks.

Oh yeah, sexy. Slap my ass hard and often.

He bit, kissed, and paddled my rump until it throbbed with delicious heat.

Then as I stood trembling with anticipation, he gripped my hip and dragged his tongue along my slit.

Oh Lord! He was going to eat me. Could this day get any better?

"Damn, Amber. I could easily get high off the scent of your pussy full of my seed," he whispered before he tongued my slit and my clit with such a single-minded purpose that he quickly drove me close to coming.

As I hovered a breath away from orgasm, he rose, positioned his body behind mine, and pressed his cock at my entrance.

Well beyond coherent thought, I inched my hips backward until I felt his thick head pulsing along my slit. Pulsing and waiting.

Taking a quick breath, I thrust my hips against his groin. I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure as I felt the sweet invasion of his hard, hot naked length sliding deep inside me again.

Oh Lord. How had I lived all my life without this sensual delight? His cock fit inside me as if it had been created for the sole purpose of filling every inch of my pussy. The level of pleasure and oneness I felt having him so deep inside took what little breath I had away. Lost to all commonsense, I mindlessly tightened myself around him and shoved my hips back at him, greedy and eager for the orgasm rapidly building inside me.

"Oh damn. This is my ass and my pussy," he groaned.

"Both yours. All yours, Johnny mine," I moaned.