My Wicked Valentine (Club Wicked 1) (21 page)

Her whole body shivered, and he smiled against her mouth. So
responsive. Then she began to move, and he nearly lost his mind. Hot, slippery,
divine, she rode him with long strokes that caressed his aching prick from base
to tip. When she reached the top, he held her still and slowly rubbed the tip
of his erection over her hard clit, drawing mewling cries from her.

She wrapped her arms around him and placed small kisses all
over his neck and shoulders, her scent filling the air around him with the most
delicate of perfumes. They moved together, and she tried to pick up the pace, but
he held her steady, drawing it out, making her work for it. Her movements grew
erratic, and she sought his mouth.

“
Acabame, ya no
aguanto
.”

He groaned and cupped one hand around the back of her neck
and her full ass with his other. Their tongues met and slid against each other
as he pressed her closer to his cock. He wanted to come so fucking badly, to
paint her beautiful caramel skin with his seed, but her needs came first.

Not breaking their kiss, he began to inch his fingers over
to the seam of her butt. She groaned and wiggled, sorely testing his
self-control. God, he wanted his cock inside her tight ass as well, to be
inside of her and make her his. To be the only man who got to taste and enjoy
this amazingly beautiful woman. Reality tried to intrude in the form of his
mind yelling at him to keep his distance, but he told it to shut the fuck up.

She tensed, and he ever so gently pushed the tip of his
finger into her tight hole. She tried to pull away from their kiss, but he
wouldn’t let her, claiming her mouth and jerking his hips so she was trapped by
him, forced to endure the pleasure. When he pressed deeper into her ass, she
whipped her head back and screamed his name, her sweet pussy quivering against
him as her muscles contracted and released again and again. He groaned as her
cunt gushed a fresh wave of honey over his dick.

She collapsed against him. “I had no idea it could be so
good.”

He rubbed his aching shaft against her softness. “Suck me
off, Kitten.”

With a wicked if slightly dazed smile, she slid down his lap
and took him as far as she could down her throat with one swallow. The
sensation bowed his back, and she fondled his balls, stroking them as she
sucked. There wasn’t a man on earth who could last long against her oral
skills, and he didn’t even try.

The burn of his release threatened. One more clever flick of
her tongue, and she was struggling to swallow his load, licking and sucking at
the mushroom head of his cock as he spurted jet after jet into her eager mouth.
Her little humming sounds of pleasure drew another surge from him. She
continued to gently lick him, easing him down from his orgasm and keeping him
in a state of semierection. She gave a final delicate swipe with her tongue on
the sensitive underside of his dick, and he moaned.

She sat back on her heels, beauty personified, and smiled
shyly. “Did I do okay?”

The uncertainly in her gaze pulled at his heart, and he
couldn’t stop himself from standing and helping her to her feet. “Sleep with me
tonight.”

A slight frown marred her lips, and a little line appeared
between her eyebrows. “I thought you said no fucking.”

The word sounded crude on her tongue. He didn’t like it, and
that just showed how far he was in over his head with her. When a man thought
only of making love to a woman instead of fucking her, shit was serious. Still,
he could no more resist the need to have her pressed against him, to hold her
and lose himself in her scent than he could resist his next breath.

“Just sleep, no sex.” He pulled her into his arms, and she
sighed against him, her tense muscles going loose. “Only a fool would sleep
alone when there is such a pretty kitten to cuddle.”

She giggled and bent to retrieve her clothing, giving him an
eyeful that made his cock twitch. He held out his hand; she slipped her fingers
into his, a small smile curving her lips and making her look mysterious. As he
led her through the apartment to his bedroom, it occurred to him that he’d
never had a woman in his bedroom. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time
he’d had a woman in any part of his house except his dungeon.

They reached his room, and he opened the door, bemused at
how she tried to use her scant clothing to cover her breasts and pussy. Then
she caught a glimpse of his room and gasped. He followed her in, watching her
examine the cream watered silk wallpaper and trace her fingers over the
pattern. A dim light glowed from his nightstand and highlighted the curve of
her waist. Her skin glowed as if she’d been dusted in gold.

She made her way around the room, stopping to look at
pictures of his family on the mantel above his fireplace before looking at his
bed out of the corner of her eye.

“Umm, may I use your restroom?” Her voice came out in a
nervous squeak.

He grinned and enjoyed her blush. “It’s that door right to
your left.”

She nodded and scurried into the bathroom. While she was
taking care of business, he pulled down the covers of his bed, and he
felt…happy. In fact, he felt more than happy. He felt almost light-headed,
blissful. It was as if his post-orgasm glow had grown stronger instead of
receding. He frowned down at the mound of pillows at the head of his bed. Did
she feel this good? Had he made her body ring like a bell?

Christ, he was acting like a besotted schoolboy. Shaking his
head, he slid between the smooth sheets and tossed a few pillows to the side in
order to make room for Lucia. Whenever a woman had asked to spend the night
before, he’d brushed her off, not comfortable with the idea of her being in his
personal space. Now look at him, fluffing pillows for a curvy little slip of a
girl.

The door to the bathroom opened, and she held a towel to
herself. “Do you have a T-shirt I could borrow to sleep in?”

The idea of her wearing something of his pleased him. “Sure,
the closet is behind the door to your left there. Look in the dresser
immediately to your right. First three drawers.”

She arched her brows. “You have three drawers of T-shirts?”

“I buy T-shirts from everywhere I’ve been.” Her lips
twitched, and now it was his turn to raise his brows. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. I guess I never pictured you doing something
so normal. I thought maybe you collected Fabergé eggs or golden statues.”

She darted into the closet before he could reply. If she
were his sub, she’d find herself spending a great deal of time spread over his
lap getting spanked for her sassy mouth. The idea stirred his libido, and he
shuffled around the blanket to hide his erection. God, he couldn’t be around
her without wanting her. Having her sleep with him was a bad idea. He should
claim some kind of work emergency and go downstairs.

Yep. He was going to leave. Any second now.

When she came out of the closet, he still hadn’t moved an
inch, and as he gazed at her in his oversize purple T-shirt from Monaco, his
heart lurched. Disheveled, uncertain, and shy, she clasped her hands together
and looked up at him from beneath her lashes. “Is this one okay?”

“Kitten, you look like every man’s wet dream.”

She smiled and to his shock took a running leap onto the
bed, bouncing among the pillows with a wonderful giggle. “Oh my God, this bed
is amazing.”

He watched in amusement as she rolled back and forth,
wiggling around until she’d scooted beneath the covers and curled up next to
him. A stray curl of her dark hair obscured part of her face, and he brushed it
back, enjoying how her eyes half closed at his touch.

“Feel better?”

“Mmm. If I felt any better, I might float away.”

He threw his leg over hers and pulled her closer. “I’ll have
to make sure to keep you tethered to me.” The image of her kneeling before him,
accepting his collar, ran through his mind, but he tried to ignore it.

He clapped twice, and the lamp next to him turned off. She
stiffened against him and began to make odd noises. Her body shook, and he
clapped twice again, turning the lights back on. When she looked up at him, he
was afraid he’d see tears, but instead they shone with suppressed laughter.

“What?”

She whispered, “You have a Clapper?”

He stiffened and tried to give her his best imposing Dom
look. “I don’t like having to roll across my bed to turn out the lights.”

She nodded, then turned and buried her head in the pillows
and laughed.

“What? It’s a very practical invention.”

Her howls of muffled laughter amused and annoyed him, so he pinched
her wonderfully round ass. “I would suggest you not laugh at the man with the
paddle.”

She peeked one eye at him and snorted. “Tell me, when you
spank someone in here, does it look like a strobe light?”

He stared at her, then began to laugh. “I see your point,
but no, I’ve never had a submissive in here.”

Her eyes grew wide, and the laughter faded from her face.
“Really?”

Uncomfortable, he clapped the lights off again and ignored
her snickers. “I’ve never seen the need.”

She cuddled close again, wrapping herself around his stiff
frame like the world’s most comfortable blanket. They lay together in silence
for a little while, and she stroked his chest while he rubbed his fingertips
along the exposed portion of her lower back where the shirt had ridden up. This
felt amazingly good. He never knew it would be so satisfying to have a woman in
his bed, to know that her scent would be trapped beneath the covers, that she
trusted him enough to sleep with him.

Her voice, low and husky, came through the darkness. “Thank
you.”

“For what?”

“Everything.” She stiffened but continued to touch his body.
“I mean, I know this isn’t permanent or anything, but man, you know how to show
a girl a good time.”

He smiled even as his gut tightened at the thought of never
seeing her again. “I aim to please, Ms. Roa.”

“Mmm. Me too.”

Her breathing evened out, and her touch slowed, then
stopped. To his amusement, she softly snored before changing position, turning
in her sleep and pulling his arm with her until he was on his side, curved
around her and sinking into her comfort.

* * * *

His dreams were disturbed by the sensation of softness
pressed up against him or more specifically up against his now hard dick. Still
half asleep, he reached out and grabbed the shape next to him, delighting in
the feel of feminine curves. Even better, she smelled divine. He burrowed his
nose into the hair at the base of her neck and inhaled deeply.

Lucia.

His mind whispered the word, and images of a voluptuous
Hispanic woman danced through his head, hardening him further. So beautiful, so
sweet. She wiggled back against him, and he growled, setting his teeth on the
side of her neck. With her back pressed to his front, her ass grinding into his
cock, she fit perfectly in his arms. Her gasp and murmur of pleasure inflamed
his blood.

Reaching down, he coaxed her legs apart, lifting her thigh
over his hip. Her tiny panties were easy enough to push aside, and he was
gratified to find her cunt wet and ready for him. She bucked when he circled
her clit with his thumb and rubbed that delicious ass against his bare cock.
Dimly he wondered why Lucia was in his bed, but the why didn’t really matter.
She was here, and she was his.

Slowly he tormented her, pushing one, then two of his
fingers into her wet heat. Her breathing became erratic as he slowly finger
fucked her, continuing to nibble against her neck.

“Please, Isaac—Master, please,” she cried out when he
withdrew his hand.

“Beg for it.”

“Oh please. I need you so much.”

Such a sweet little sub. Maybe this once he could have her.
Yeah, that would get her out of his system. It was the anticipation that made
her seem so incredible. Plus, if he didn’t sink his cock into her and take her,
he’d lose his mind.

In a swift move, he rolled her over to her stomach and spread
her legs. In the slivers of sunlight streaming into his bedroom from the
curtain-covered windows, she looked flawless. He hadn’t been lying when he said
her cunt was pretty. Swollen and puffy, dusky on the outside and oh so pink on
the inside. He swirled the tip of one finger between her folds, parting her
lips and drinking in the sight of how wet she was. She arched for him, exposing
herself further.

Fisting his cock, squeezing it hard to keep from coming, he
rubbed the head against her entrance.

“Is this what you want, Kitten?”

“Yes, please.”

He hesitated. “Do you want me to use a condom?”

“No, protected and clean like you. God, please, Isaac!”

She made an inarticulate noise against the pillows, his
T-shirt pushed up her back and her hair a disheveled mess. Closing his eyes, he
allowed himself to slowly push the head of his cock into her. Like a tight fist
she clenched around him and groaned. She tried to push back, to take him all
the way, but his hand around his erection stopped her.

“Tell me what you want.”

She threw her hair over her shoulder and looked back at him,
her eyes blazing with passion. “I want you to fuck me. I want that magnificent
cock inside of me.”

“Such a good girl.”

He hauled her hips up higher and grabbed a couple pillows,
putting them beneath her so that she was as wide open as she could be. Unable
to resist, he leaned down and licked her sex like an ice-cream cone, bringing
forth a new rush of her honey. He used the stubble on his chin to scrape over
her clit, and she shuddered.

Gripping her hips, he angled himself and began to sink into
her, fighting her tight body to let him in. She went still beneath him, her
breath coming out in rapid pants. He kept up his slow slide, and sweat broke
out over his body as he tried to restrain the urge to slam into her. She wasn’t
ready for that, yet.