One Night with Sole Regret 03 Take Me (10 page)

“I think you’d prefer the feel of my cock buried deep inside you,” he whispered in her ear. He nibbled her earlobe and then dropped soft, sucking kisses along the side of her neck. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his body, splaying her hands over his lower back. His hands rested on either side of her ribcage, each thumb stroking the outer curves of
a
breast.

Blood raced through
her
body
as
her
heart beat faster and faster.
Her
flesh heated. She wanted every inch of
her
body
to know every inch of his. His mouth shifted to the other side of
her
neck, drawing a groan of torment from the back of
her
throat. Just that amount of contact had
her
nipples hard against his muscular chest and
her
core achy and as hot as molten lava. She spread
her
legs, opening
her
self to him, wanting just what he’d said she was after—the feel of his cock buried deep inside
her
.

“Jacob,” she whispered. “I’m ready for you.”

“That’s nice,” he murmured
, sliding
downward. He dragged his mouth over every
inch
of
her
shoulders,
her
collarbones and the depression between them where
her
pulse was racing out of control. Beneath his kisses,
her
flesh came alive, every nerve-ending in tune with pleasure and need. The thumbs still stroking the sides of
her
breasts
were starting to drive
her
crazy. She needed those rhythmic caresses against
her
throbbing
nipples
, not the less sensitive sides of
her
breasts
.
Jacob
moved down to rub his sensual sucking lips against the tops of
her breasts
. His thumbs shifted closer to
her
nipples
, still stroking back and forth, still making
her
acutely aware of how hard
her
nipples
were. She could probably cut diamonds with those things.

“Jacob, please.”

“Please, what?” he said against her breastbone.

“My
nipples
.”

“Are beautiful,” he said.

His hands shifted beneath her breasts, lifting them, pressing them closer together. His thumbs stroked the inner, under
-
curves of the over-sensitized
mounds
of flesh
,
and his tongue darted in and out between them. Impossibly,
her nipples
hardened even further. Her womb clenched. Oh God, if he’d just brush
one
peak
at this point, she’d explode.

Still holding her breasts together, now massaging just beneath
her straining nipples
with both thumbs,
Jacob
moved his mouth to her belly.
She moaned
in protest.

“Please, Jacob.”

“Please, what?”

“
My nipples are
driving me insane
.”

“That’s nice.” He rubbed his lips over every inch of her stomach between her ribs and her navel. When he started nibbling just beneath her belly button
,
she moaned
. Her fingers dug into his scalp
,
and she pushed down.
Go down, Jacob. Down.
His thumbs brushed over
the peaks of
both
breasts
,
and her back arched. She tried to tug his head up.
Come up, Jacob. Up.
Up or down, she didn’t care, as long as he stopped
making her crazy
with need and gave her aching, throbbing parts some relief.

He continued lower
,
and her hands slipped from his head. She clung to the sofa cushions to keep herself from plucking desperately at
her nipples
.
Jacob
spread her legs wide and sucked on the insides of her thighs. She became delirious, her hips rocking involuntarily, her head tossing back and forth, a constant stream of moans and groans erupting from her
parted lips
.
Jacob
’s tongue
traced
chaotic patterns inches from her swollen pussy.
Sweet, torturous agony.
She’d never needed
to be
fucked so badly in her life.

His tongue brushed her clit. She jerked, her butt rising off the sofa to angle herself for easy penetration. He licked the center of her sopping wet seam.
One long continuous brush of his tongue.
Oh God, finally, yes. Amanda
shuddered
hard, seeking orgasm, so close, so close. If he would just
… His mouth moved to the shaved area of her mound, right next to the narrow strip of hair at the middle. He suckled and nibbled either side, drawing her attention to the wet, achy center of her body.

“Jacob, please.”

“Are your nipples still driving you insane?”

“No,
yes
.
Please.
Just
 
.
 
.
 
.
 
”

His tongue brushed her clit
,
and her pussy clenched hard.

“Yes, that. Don’t stop.”

“Oh. I thought you were ready for me.”

She could hear the teasing in his voice and wanted to slap him in frustration. Unfortunately, her mind seemed incapable of controlling her body at the moment.

“I’ll keep going then,
”
he said.

Jacob
sucked one of her outer lips into his mouth. Pleasuring it with nibbles and licks and suction until Amanda’s pussy was clenching rhythmically with the tease of an orgasm that just would not come.

Jacob
’s hand moved from her breast
;
s
he heard the slide of a wooden drawer. Both of his hands were off of her now. The rustle of a wrapper reach
ed
her ears. He pulled his mouth free to suck a breath through his teeth. “Fuck, I’m hard for you.”

He shifted up the sofa, settling his hips between her thighs. His knee slipped under one side of her ass, lifting her at an angle. He had the other foot on the floor for leverage. Entranced, she stared at him as he grabbed his cock in one hand,
open
ed her pussy wide with the other and then slipped inside her. She exploded instantly
,
h
er body jerking with hard spasms of dizzying release. She screamed his name, hands reaching for him desperately but unable to find him.

“You really were ready for me,” he said, shifting his leg out from under her now so he could thrust more easily.

All the things he’d denied her before, he gave her. He leaned over her to suck her nipples, filled her deeply,
rubbed
against her clit with each deep churning stroke. She sobbed as her body fought to find a second release. One hadn’t been enough to break all the tension he’d created in her body.

“
Shh
,”
Jacob
whispered. His tongue flicked her nipple. “I won’t leave you like this.”

He rose up and leaned back, his balls bumping her ass with each deep thrust. He moved his hand to her clit and tapped it with two fingers, before rubbing in deep, massaging circles and then tapping it again. He was playing her body like an instrument
,
and he knew exactly how to get the most sound of her. When she attained her
peak
again, he pinched her nipple
with
a harsh twist, adding to the hard, rhythmic pulsations gripping her womb, making her pussy clench his pounding cock as if trying to suck it dry. Pleasure
,
unlike anything in her experience
,
ripped through her.

“Fuck yes, Jacob. Yes!”

“That’s it, Amanda. Come hard. Come so fucking hard.”

She had no choice but to obey and when her body decided it had had enough, she collapsed into a trembling mass of boneless flesh on the sofa.

“Dear God
,
d
ear God,” she said between gasps. Her body
, every part,
quaked
. She tried to open her eyes to look at the man responsible for her absolute rapture, but couldn’t get her eyelids to function properly. She
hadn’t
know
n
it was possible to come that hard.

He pulled out and sat at the far end of the sofa.

What?
“Aren’t you going to finish?” she said. Her voice was slurred
,
as if she’d had one too many margaritas.

“I think I’m ready for a dip in the hot tub. Care to join me?”

“Does a
pig’s orgasm last thirty minutes
?”
She was pretty sure she’d just topped that.

His eyebrows drew together.
“Um,
yes
?”

She smiled. “Yes.”

Chapter 7

How had this happened?

Shade sat in the steamy water of the hot tub
,
his delighted cock buried deep in Amanda’s warmth. Facing hi
s
, her exhausted body rested against his chest
,
her head against his shoulder. He ha
dn’t still come—not for
lack
of pleasure
.
Shade wasn’t ready for this to end yet, so h
e
relished
the stall
of
his
release. That meant he got to enjoy being inside
Amanda
all that much longer.
But he was starting to worry that she was going to go into a coma. She’d been riding him with the determination of a second-place racehorse for well over fifteen minutes.

“Why haven’t you come yet?” she whispered. “I can’t move anymore.”

“It’s always like that for me. My first orgasm comes easy. The next one always takes forever. That’s why I was trying to finish watching that movie. I figured you’d need to conserve your energy.”

“Well, I’m glad I interrupted your plans.” He couldn’t see her face, but he could hear the smile in her voice. “God, you made me come hard.”

“No need to call me God,” he teased.

He lifted a hand out of the water to stroke her hair, which was wet at the ends and sticking to her bare shoulders.

“My body disagrees.”

“Don’t wear yourself out. Relax for a little while.” He kissed the top of her head, confused by the tender feelings she evoked
in
him. It wasn’t that he never had feelings for a woman. Tenderness
wasn’t usually
one of them.

“Don’t you have a concert tomorrow night?” she asked.

“Yeah.
In San Antonio.”

“Then you’re the one who needs to conserve your strength.”

“It doesn’t take too much energy to—what did you say I did?—
strut
around on stage for an hour.”

She laughed. “I was just poking at you.”

He shifted his hips to burrow deeper into her silky heat. “And now I’m poking at you.”

She laughed again and hugged him. “You can poke at me all you want, Mr. Silverton.”

“It’s a good thing you have summers off then.”

She shifted away to look at him with wide eyes
,
and he realized he’d allowed himself to get too comfortable. After tonight he wouldn’t be poking her at all. Why had he brought up the summer?

“Uh…” How in hell was he going to cover up that slip?

She collapsed against him again. “Not nice to joke about things like that, Mr. Silverton. My vagina has just found a new best friend. Don’t give her false hope that she’s going to get to hang out with him all summer when you know damned well she’ll be flying solo.”

Shade chuckled and gave her a squeeze. She’d let him off the hook so easily, which he appreciated, but part of him wanted her to demand he hang out with her all summer even if she kept her vagina to herself. “I have never met a woman like you, Amanda Lange.”

“I don’t believe that. I’m sure lots of vaginas consider your cock their best friend.”