Moonshine (5 page)

Lars’ eyes roved
over her, and he arched an eyebrow as he tossed his jacket over a
chair. "You were the one in bed with him. It
was
a bed, right? Not a floor or a bathroom or...a kitchen table?"
His gaze flickered past her into the small breakfast nook.

Claire leaned against
the cool wood of the door, watching his slow, graceful movements. His
tattoos emphasized every flexing muscle in his arms, and she found
herself transfixed by the play of dark ink over his skin. "Just
the bed," she agreed in a hoarse voice. "Under the blankets
with the lights out."

He laughed, a low,
almost mocking sound. "And how was that supposed to be better
than me?"

His laughter brought
tears of frustration to her eyes, and she knocked her head back
against the door. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" she
whispered. "Why can't I just admit I'd rather fuck you than let
some boring loser make boring love to me?"

"I don't know,"
he admitted, taking a step toward her and reaching out. His movements
seemed almost involuntary, and he stopped short, dropping his hand.
"I don't know, Claire."

Her mouth dry, she
dropped to her knees. She grasped his belt and tugged at the buckle,
only looking up at him when she'd freed the leather and moved her
hands to the button on his pants. "I want to be wild. I want to
fight, and I want to lose. I want to be as strong as I can be, and
know you’re someone who can stop me if I need it."

His breathing turned
ragged. "You want a lot," he observed hoarsely.

"Maybe that's why
I'm never satisfied." The rasp of his zipper seemed unnaturally
loud. He wore nothing under his jeans, and she wrapped her hand
around the hot length of his cock and stroked him from base to tip.

A growl ripped out of
his throat. "I want a lot, too. Are you ready for that?"

"Yes." She
said it without hesitation, stroking him again. She leaned closer,
until her lips almost touched him, letting her breath tease his skin
as she spoke. "I don't have to pretend with you."

"Not interested in
that," he agreed. "Right now, I'm interested in your
mouth."

Claire laughed low in
her throat and licked the head of his cock before pulling back. "Are
you?"

He wound a hand in her
hair and gave her a dark smile. "I want you to suck my cock."

She licked him again,
dragging her tongue up his shaft before taking the head of it into
her mouth. The low growl of pleasure that escaped from him made her
even wetter, but she pulled back after a few teasing licks and bit
his hip. Hard.

"I want you to
fuck me until I'm yours."

Lars hooked his hands
under her arms, yanked her to her feet, and tore open the bottom of
her black silk teddy. "Against the wall?"

"Wherever you
want," she countered, her heart pounding in her chest as she
ripped open his shirt. Buttons flew everywhere, and she had her mouth
on his chest before the last one pinged to the floor. She marked him
with her teeth, moaning her satisfaction when she saw the bruise
already forming on his skin.

Instinct overtook human
emotions as she fisted her hand in his short hair and dragged his ear
down to her lips. "If you fuck me until I'm yours, you're going
to be mine. I don't share."

He turned them both
around and pressed her to the wall by the door. He bent his head and
inhaled, then whispered into her neck. "Says the woman who
smells like another coyote."

Claire turned her head
and nipped at his jaw. "I'm not yours, yet."

"Really?" He
lifted her easily, supporting her weight with one arm around her
waist and under her ass. He slipped his other hand between her legs
and slid his fingers through the slick wetness coating her thigh.
"You're a liar."

It was impossible for
her not to thrust her hips at him or squirm in his grasp as his
fingers teased just close enough to taunt her without sliding inside.
"I'm a liar," she agreed. "After this, no one else.
Not while we're together. If I smell another woman on you, I'll kick
her ass."

He angled his hips
under hers and thrust his cock into her with a low moan. "If I
fuck around, you should kick
my
ass."

"You'd like it too
much." Her retort died as he pushed all the way in, sliding home
as if he belonged there. Claire scrambled to wrap her legs around his
hips, groaning at how right he felt. "
Fuck
."

Lars caught the
sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder between his teeth,
shifted his weight, and plunged into her. There was nothing hesitant
or gentle about it, just a hard, driving pace that should have been
too much, too soon.

Instead, she came with
shocking suddenness, screaming wordlessly as her body clenched around
his cock. Her head smashed into the wall, and she writhed through the
pleasure that exploded from where their bodies crashed together.

He growled and raised
his head, winding one hand into her hair to force her to look at him.
"Again," he ordered, thrusting harder.

Claire whimpered and
met his eyes, having to gasp her reply around panting breaths. "I-I
can't again—not that f-fast—"

He captured her mouth
with his, cutting off her protests and making her tense with desire.
When he raised his head, he was panting. "Yeah, you can."

She seized his mouth,
kissing him with wild abandon as the pressure inside her built again,
slowly and inexorably. Tightening her legs around his waist changed
the angle, sharpening it so his next thrust went even deeper.

A whimper escaped her
and was swallowed by his mouth as he thrust his tongue against hers
in a rough, possessive kiss. She tore her mouth away and pressed it
to his cheek, teetering on the edge with release so close she could
taste it.

The sharp bite of teeth
sank into Claire’s bottom lip, followed by a soothing lick, and
Lars whispered, "Mine."

She came for him again,
as if on command, her body shuddering and pleasure thundering through
her. She was barely aware of her fingernails digging into his
shoulder or her teeth closing on his jaw; there was nothing but hot,
blistering pleasure and the sounds and scents of pure sex.

He kept moving,
pounding into her, until he finally froze. His breath feathered
across her cheek as he shouted and then groaned, a harsh, sighing
sound full of satisfaction and possession. "Mine," he said
again, his teeth scraping her ear.

"Yours," she
agreed in a hoarse voice. Limp and sated, she looped her arms around
his neck and slumped forward against him, nuzzling her face into his
throat until she smelled nothing but him. "How fast can you do
it again?"

He shook his head,
tightened his hands under her ass, and moved away from the wall. "I
need a little time. I'm not one of those little high school boys
you're used to." He looked around. "Bedroom?"

"End of the hall."
She wrapped herself around his body and closed her eyes. "And I
don’t do high school boys. Only college boys."

He snorted. "Same
difference."

Which implied he was a
long way from college aged. "Why? How old are you?"

He nudged open the
bedroom door and withdrew from her body as he laid her down on the
bed. "Just turned thirty-two."

"Oh." She
squirmed over and lifted her still trembling fingers to tug at the
ribbon that laced her teddy together at the top. "I think I'm
done with the boys."

"You will be."
Lars knelt over her, moved her hands, and pulled at the end of the
ribbon. When the small, delicate knot fell apart, he loosened it and
drew the silk off her shoulders. She shivered under his touch; her
body was insatiable when it came to him. She wanted things she could
barely describe, things impossible to put into words.

She was sure he knew
how to do them all. Closing her eyes, she stretched her arms over her
head with a satisfied hum. "I've never had orgasms so close
together like that. You've made it happen twice."

He trailed his thumbs
over her breasts and pulled the silk to her waist. "Can't you do
it by yourself?"

He said it as if it
should be easy. "I’ve never tried. Never spent a lot of
time on self-exploration."

"Why not?" He
bent his head and licked a circle around her navel. "How the
hell are you going to tell a man how to get you off if you don't know
yourself?"

Claire hissed out a
breath and gripped the pillow above her head. "You don't seem to
have a problem figuring it out."

That drew a pleased
laugh from him. He edged the silk past her hips and tossed it on the
floor. "Yeah, but I'm just that damn good."

She opened her eyes and
found his face. Then she moved one hand down her body and slipped it
between her legs, brushing a fingertip over her sensitive clit.
"Maybe I should buy a book so I can catch up with you. Doesn't
seem fair that you can get me off better than I can."

His eyes heated. He
rose from the bed and shed his clothing. "You'll have to
practice a lot."

Now seemed to be a good
time to start. Without taking her eyes from his, she caught her lower
lip between her teeth and spread her legs, giving him a perfect view
as she stroked herself. Exhilaration filled her when she realized she
was stone-cold sober and loving the living hell out of giving in to
what felt good.

Maybe she didn't need
moonshine after all.

Lars stared down at
Claire, his skin tight and hot. He'd expected it to take some time
for her to shed her inhibitions, but already she was giving in to her
desires. Answering lust coursed through his veins. "What's in
your nightstand? Anything naughty?"

Color flooded her
cheeks, and she nodded. "I-I was at a bachelorette party and we
all got these naughty sampler bags—"

"You get a
vibrator?" He dropped his jeans on the floor.

Her eyes went even
wider, and she nodded again.

He waited, then arched
an eyebrow. "Get it out, Claire."

She jumped like a
startled animal, looking a tiny bit scandalized before her surprise
melted into an expression of anticipation. He heard her heart
pounding in excitement as she scrambled onto her knees and crawled to
the other side of the bed.

With a soft clatter and
a few muffled curses, she dug through the drawer next to her bed.
Finally, she rolled back over and dropped a slim, bright pink
vibrator onto the mattress between them.

Lars picked it up and
switched it on, grinning when it hummed to life. He trailed the tip
of it up her leg, pausing at the top of her thigh. "What do you
want to do now?"

Claire's tongue darted
out to wet her lips and she stared up at him, her entire body tense
with restrained energy. "What are my options? Is it multiple
choice?"

He grasped her hand and
pressed the vibrator into it, then wrapped her fingers around it.
"You were giving me a show."

He thought she might
back down, but her eyes found his and she shifted her legs apart
again. "I-I don't do this much." She moved the vibrator
down her body, just barely dipping it between her legs. Her breath
hissed out as she ran it over her clit.

He hardened to the
point of pain. She gasped again, and his cock twitched. "Like I
said...you've got to practice."

"I've got to—"
Her low moan cut through the air, and her hips arched off the bed.
Her foot brushed the side of his leg, a wicked look in her eyes as
she rubbed his thigh with her toes. "How much of a show do you
want?"

Lars covered her hand
and angled the pink plastic so the tip barely brushed her entrance.
"I'll be okay with an abbreviated version."

She let him slip it
slowly inside her and guide their hands as she rocked her hips up.
"Too bad. You might have liked the view if I got on my hands and
knees."

He laughed. "Later.
I have a couple of ideas about where I can put this thing while I'm
fucking you."

Claire made a squeaking
noise of surprise that turned into a moan when he thrust the vibrator
slowly inside her. She looked wanton, sprawled on the bed before him
with flushed cheeks and her eyes lost to pleasure.