Not This Time (5 page)

“
Is everything okay?” He
tipped her face upward. Their eyes met. She read his concern in the
dark orbs. Mute, she couldn’t form a reply as he stared waiting for
her response. His scent cocooned her like an intoxicating liqueur.
Dizzy with want, she trembled under his regard. Inhaling, his eyes
flashed, then darkened and pierced her to the core. Heat throbbed
between her legs, a quivering need pounded throughout her body. His
nipples pebbled and she’d never wanted to taste anything so bad.
Balling her fist, she tried to rein in her out-of-control
hormones.

His firm, warm lips touched hers. Like a
match to kerosene, her need skyrocketed. Her fingers latched onto
his arms, he became her anchor in a storm of feelings too intense
to define. His tongue penetrated her mouth, dueled with hers until
he conquered. That was the beginning of her capitulation. Strong
arms lifted and carried her without releasing her mouth. This was
the making of a wonderful fantasy.

“
No fantasy,” he muttered,
moving smoothly and with purpose.

Shit, had she said that
aloud? He didn’t give her time to think as he laid her on the bed
and stripped her before she realized she was talking to
her-damn-self. Strong hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs
apart. Gasping at the cool air on her heated flesh, she tried to
move. A flat palm on her stomach held her in place as the first
swipe of his tongue scorched her clit.
Oh
shit
. She tried to rise up and see, but
lacked the strength, and then the will, as he plundered her
dripping wet core with his tongue and fingers. Writhing, she moaned
and screamed through her orgasm. He played her like a master
musician bringing her to a crescendo, and then delved into an
encore. Weak from pleasure, she pulled him upward to her mouth and
kissed him for all she was worth. Tasting herself on his lips and
tongue, she admitted he’d been right.

This was the best way to see Philly.

His hardness rubbed against her thigh. Good
Lord, how thick was he? The man sho’ nuff had pipe. Her hand went
to the waistband of his jeans; he helped her pull the zipper down
before he shrugged out of his pants and satin boxers. He took her
hands, yes, it took both of them like a whopper, and placed them
around his hard cock. They both sighed, but for different reasons.
Veronique always felt a man’s length was both hard and soft, a
wonderful contradiction. Her mouth watered as she played with the
pre-cum on the head. Pulling back from the kiss, she tried to bend
down for a quick tasty treat.

“
No, I’m too close.” He
sighed as he pulled her close again. “Are you on birth
control?”

She looked at him askance. “Yeah, but you
still need to sleeve up.”

“
I know, I want us covered
from both ends.” He squeezed her, and pulled a condom from beneath
the pillow.

“
You come here often?” she
asked. She hadn’t meant to sound terse, but the thought of him
having his own personal bordello in the city irked her.

He smiled. “This is a private floor. The
rooms here are never reserved or rented out. So, yeah, I come here
whenever I’m in town and don’t feel like driving home.”

She nodded as she thrust the green monster
back in his cage.

When Frank picked her up to straddle his
waist, she asked in a sweet tone, “Would you like to drive or would
you prefer I did?” His grin was positively wicked as he held her
over his large erection.

“
This time, you drive.” She
was still in the post-coital glow and not at her best. After a nap
or two, she’d be ready to get in the saddle. Without further ado,
he flipped her over and settled between her legs. A woman could get
used to a man who knew how to bring it on and had no problem
handling his business.

The thought hadn’t settled in her mind when
he pushed into her. An un-lady-like grunt escaped her lips at the
serious intrusion. The man stretched her pussy wide and panted as
though he’d run a marathon as he waited for her to adjust to his
girth. She appreciated the courtesy, although her body sang happy
sounds at the delicious filling.

“
You okay?” The question was
definitely rhetorical since he had pulled out and surged forward
again. “Answer me.” He ground into her and she wondered how he
still had the capacity to speak, she certainly didn’t, so she just
nodded. Apparently satisfied with her non-verbal cues, he slid in
and out in an excruciatingly slow manner. Slapping his ass didn’t
get him to speed up, rolling her hips beneath him didn’t do it
either.

Her mouth unstuck and she screamed. “Faster,
harder.”

Like a switch, he grabbed
her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and pistoned into her
snatch. Grunting, he hit her spot, and she screamed as her body
quivered in preparation
. Breathe
girl
, her mind screamed, since she’d
forgotten. Each successive hit sent her closer, closer, to her
release.

“
Oh shit, oh shit,” she
babbled as her breasts danced happily under the impact of his hard
thrusts. Then he pinched her clit and she exploded. Her back
arched, her toes curled and her body shook as waves of pleasure
washed over her. Frank roared and released his seed. His large body
shuddered, shaking the bed against the wall before he collapsed
onto his arms and gently pulled out of her. Pulling off the condom,
he tied it off and threw it into the trashcan. He rolled over,
wrapped her in his arms and held her tight. She listened to the
solid thumps of his heart, and enjoyed the warmth of his embrace.
The fragrance from their robust coupling filled the air and she
knew the night was far from over. Tingles of pleasure ran through
her at knowing how well he handled her body. She couldn’t remember
ever hitting a nutt so hard.

“
That was good,” she
whispered, more to break the silence than anything else. He was
invading her thoughts too much and that would never do. In a few
days, she’d be back in Colorado. Besides, she didn’t believe in
long-distance flings or relationships, not that this was anything
close to either of those things, she argued.
Damn
. She recognized her mental
ramblings as a sign of nerves and tried to shake it off.
This was a meeting of needs. Two adult people,
attracted to one another, cleaning out their clocks. No
biggie.

Her heart stuttered at her mind’s rejoinder
and rebelled. Oh, hell. She knew he would be trouble when he threw
down the challenge in the restaurant.

“
Better than good.” His deep
voice stroked and tightened her pussy. It throbbed in recognition,
giving him a pass to return whenever he wanted. His fingers teased
her drenched tunnel and tapped her clit. Moments later, his finger
pushed upward, testing, teasing and then took control of her
pleasure, again.

Her breath hitched as he stroked her sheath.
Normally, she couldn’t reignite this fast, but her body lost that
memo; she moaned and gyrated faster on his finger. He inserted
another; through lowered lids she watched him watch her. Another
contest of wills? No matter, she'd conceded to his mastery sometime
during the first round. Her hot core felt full but accepted another
finger as he pumped faster, hitting her spot, watching her roll her
hips while he controlled the pace.

He bent and whispered into her ear.
“Come.”

Her hips bucked as her orgasm rolled over
her. For a second, air eluded her, dots flashed before her eyes
while tremors of pleasure shot through her body. Seconds or minutes
later, she re-took ownership of her airways and breathed. A
slurping sound grabbed her attention. The man was licking his
fingers clean. There was something devilishly erotic about a man
enjoying the fruits of his labor.

“
You taste good.” He managed
to get out between licks. His sweat-licked skin glowed in the
darkened room, his dark hair stood in various places over his head.
The mark on his face looked out of place on his otherwise white,
unblemished skin. Without thinking, she touched it. This man, a
stranger, had taken exception to some stupid, jealous remark about
her and was now marked on her behalf.

“
I’m sorry about this.”
Gently she brushed the bruise, expecting him to wince or say
something.

He shrugged, and stood in all his naked
glory. Realizing he wasn’t going to make a comment, her eyes
feasted on his male perfection. As his erection lengthened under
her stare, she gave herself all kinds of mental praise for being
able to take all of him. The man had to be over eight or nine
inches long and was golf ball wide.

“
How big are
you?”

He stared at her and burst out laughing. She
smiled, enjoying the sound of his laughter.

“
I don’t know. You tell me.”
He walked toward the bathroom, the water ran and he returned with a
wet cloth. Pushing her legs apart, he placed the warm cloth on her
battered vee-jay. It felt heavenly. Closing her eyes, she sighed as
he cleaned between her folds and her stomach.

“
Most men— “

“
I’m not most men.” Her head
snapped up at the chill in his voice.

“
I didn’t mean to offend you
or anything.”
Touchy about some things,
aren’t we.

He shrugged, stood, and walked to the
bathroom. Damn this was awkward. She nibbled her bottom lip as she
watched him return to the bed. Maybe he didn’t want her to stay.
Hell, she had a room already paid for, with a bed to sleep in. She
didn’t have to stay where she wasn’t wanted or appreciated.
Flinging the covers off, she rolled to the side and stood.

“
Where are you going?” He
looked at her, brow raised.

Veronique glanced at him lying casually on
the bed, arm behind his head, and his half-mast erection lying on
his stomach. Unable to stop the tremor that shot through her, she
shrugged without speaking as she walked around the side of the bed.
A quick glance showed him leaning on his elbows holding her panties
with one finger and a grin. She picked up her dress, the panties
were too wet to put on anyway. He could keep it as a memento from
this night. Damn if he hadn’t earned it. Her bra was across the
room and her shoes must be out front.

“
It’s been a long day,” she
said into the quiet.

“
I agree. Why don’t you
sleep here? We can have breakfast in the morning, and I’ll show you
some more sights.”

Uncertain of his sincerity, she stared at
him. His rising cock certainly looked interested in her staying.
They didn’t know each other well enough for her to filter his
responses. “You sounded impatient just now, so I thought I’d
leave.”

His brow rose.

Her eyes tracked the movement of his penis
as it moved haltingly to the side.

“
I don’t know what kind of
men you’re accustomed to being with, but no man wants to be
compared to another, especially in bed.”

“
Oh.” She glanced at the
clothes in her hand as she realized for the first time in a long
time, she wasn’t in control of the night’s itinerary. Somehow, over
the course of two, three hours tops, Frank had taken the reins. For
the rest of the evening, she could relax and let him pleasure her.
Damn, was he right? Would three days be enough to satisfy her? She
dropped her clothes and walked toward him.

Frank watched her come. A
giddy feeling of pride swamped him. She’d chosen him. Earlier, when
her ex-husband had showed up, he'd thought the two of them might’ve
been playing some sort of game. All sorts of scams went on these
days. But when the man started spewing insults about him and
Veronique, he'd decked the bastard on general principle. No man
should say things like that about a woman.
Period.
At that time he wasn’t even
sure he’d get the girl. When she'd asked him to leave the hall,
anger had risen in his chest, and he didn’t care if she stayed with
him or not. He didn’t have to bloody his fists to get laid. He’d
showered and made plans to leave first thing in the
morning.

When she'd called out for him, he assumed
she wanted to say goodnight. Maybe she’d planned that initially,
but her body had asked him for a tune-up and he'd agreed. In his
mind, they’d fuck and he’d send her on her way.

He’d been unprepared for hurricane
Veronique. Passionate and sexy, she’d ripped through his barrier
reefs with forceful winds that blew away his initial plans. Those
tiny moans and nasty words flying from her mouth had carried him
higher in her storm. Her tight, warm walls had gripped him,
devastating his control. He was stuck in the eye of the squall and
needed her to anchor him in the midst of waves of pleasure.

His cock hardened further with each step she
took. He reached out his hand toward her, amazed at how such a
small woman could receive all of him. There was so much more to her
than he first imagined.

“
I want you.” His voice
deepened as his need spiraled. It didn’t matter that he knew little
about her, or that she’d be leaving soon. His erection directed the
right now action and demanded to be re-sheathed inside her tight
pussy.

“
Again?” Her lips lifted at
the corners, her eyes dark with passion and lips lightly swollen
from his kisses. If ever a woman looked as though she’d been
screwed, she did. But he’d just gotten started, moisture pooled in
his mouth as he took in the vee between her legs.

“
Yeah. I’m hungry. Bring
that sweet-thang right here.” He pointed to his face.

She winked and moved onto the bed.