Playing in SECRET (Corrigan & Co. Book 9) (9 page)

“Sit back, and I’ll
start the first one. I’m taking a chance that you like it. I
remember watching it and thinking it was cool.”

We both sit, and he
dims the lights before putting his arm around me. Then he uses the
remote to start the movie. “Oh my God,
Real
Genius
! I love this movie.”

“I had a feeling.”

I snuggle in closer to
him, and toss some popcorn in my mouth. This date is definitely
starting out right. We laugh and kiss throughout most of the movie,
and then he turns on
Weird
Science
. I tease him about only wanting to see then create
the “perfect” woman.

“The perfect woman
for me is in my arms right now.”

We don’t see much of
the movie as our kissing turns more passionate. I want to take things
further, but Blake stops me from taking his shirt off. “You don’t
want to.”

“I do. But not here.
I want you in my bed.”

“Let’s go,” I
say, standing and trying to pull him up with me.

“The movie’s not
over.”

“I’ve seen it a
bunch of times. I’ve been waiting twenty years to see you with all
of your clothes off. Are you really going to make me wait longer?”

“No,” he says with
a laugh. “I was just trying to be a gentleman for a little bit
longer.”

“I don’t need a
gentleman. I need
you
.”

“Oh wow, you really
are impatient if you’re insulting me at this stage of the game.”

“Blake,” I say,
practically growling his name. I won’t beg—yet—but I’m not
opposed to threats.

“Scary Audrey is kind
of hot,” he tells me, throwing me over his shoulder. “Let’s
play.”

Audrey

Blake carries me up a
back staircase, and down the hall to his rooms. He doesn’t stop
until he’s in front of his bed, and then he tosses me onto it. I
pop up to my knees and pull him down with me. I don’t care if it
makes me look desperate or needy, because I am both of those things
right now. Blake laughs against my mouth, and I smack his arm.

“I’m not into pain,
Dree,” he tells me with a raised eyebrow.

“Dree?”

“Everyone else calls
you ‘Aud’ and I wanted something different.”

“I like it.”

“Good, because I like
you.”

This time when I reach
for the hem of his shirt, he lets me pull it off. I suck in my
breath, because the view is even better than what I was expecting. He
has a light dusting of dark hair across his pecs, and forming a happy
trail between some well-defined abs. I want to lick those abs, and
bite them. I settle for running my hands over them for now.

“My turn,” he says,
lifting my shirt over my head. “Gorgeous. You are so fucking
gorgeous.”

He runs his knuckles
over the lace of my bra, making my nipples even harder. When he leans
over to suck one into his mouth, I think I see stars. I arch my back
as he reaches around to undo my bra, and I whimper as his mouth
leaves me. As soon as my bra’s gone, his mouth is back, giving my
other nipple the same attention.

We keep it above the
waist for quite a while. I suck on his nipples, and get my chance at
those abs, but then it’s too much for both of us. I slide a hand
into his shorts, using my other one to hold his mouth to mine. I feel
him hard and heavy in my hand as I stroke him. He pulls my hair out
of the bun, and twists it around his hand before sliding his other
hand into my pants.

As his fingers find my
folds, I stroke him harder. He slips one inside, and presses on my
clit as I nearly come undone. Things move even faster after that. Our
clothes are quickly removed, and Blake sheaths his cock in a condom
before thrusting into me.

“It’s so good.
Damn, you feel so good,” he says.

I can only moan in
response. It feels amazing to have him finally inside of me. He
angles my hips up, hitting me exactly where I need him. Just like he
wanted, my brain shuts down. All I’m doing is feeling.

I bite into his neck to
stop from screaming, as he swivels his hips. I’m not even coming
yet, and he’s got me screaming. Dear God, he’s good. Missionary
with other men was nothing like this.

“You gonna come for
me? I’m holding back as best I can, but I won’t last much longer
in your sweet pussy.”

“I’m close. You can
go.”

“Ladies first.
Always,” he says as he grinds on me while twisting his hips again.

He leans down to take
one of my nipples back into his mouth, and I’m flying over the edge
as he rolls his tongue around it. I scream and say a bunch of
gibberish in Spanish as he starts jerking and shaking inside of me.
It’s better than I ever fantasized about, and since my fantasies
lately have been very inventive, that’s saying something.

“That was…,” I
say.

“Oh yeah it was. It
would’ve only been better if I’d been bare.”

“Sorry, but no can
do.”

“I’m clean.”

“So am I, but I’m
working on a new birth control shot, so I went off my old one to get
ready for the tests.”

“You test your own
shots?”

“Of course. I try out
whatever I can. Some things aren’t suited for me, so someone else
on my team will try it out.”

“That’s very
commendable, but it sucks for me right now. How long until you can
start the new one?” he asks, nuzzling my neck.

“At least a month.”

“I can wait. Besides,
I bought the condoms at Costco, so we won’t run out for a day or
two.”

“Aww, that’s so
cute. You think you’re still young enough to go all night.”

“Hey now. I may not
be a young stud, but I can go at least three times. Since it’s you,
I’m thinking four is a more likely number.”

“Oh yeah? How long?”

“Now,” he says,
leaning back and smirking at me.

My eyes widen when I
see that he’s fully erect again already. I lick my lips and motion
towards the bathroom. “Shower. Now.”

“So demanding.”

“So worth it,” I
say as I walk in front of him through the door.

“Without a doubt,
Dree. Without a fucking doubt.”

I turn on the water
while he takes care of the condom, and then he’s pushing me against
the wall, and running his hands all over me. “This shower is
insane, “I tell him.

It’s a large half
circle that’s big enough for a stone bench to fit against a part of
the glass. I would guess that about ten people could shower in here
without ever touching. There’s an overhead rain shower, plus wall
jets, and hand sprayers. The possibilities are endless.

“I know what I want
to do to you. Will you let me?”

“I don’t know what
you want.”

“Trust me.”

I look into his eyes,
and know that I do. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I trust him. “Yes.”

He pulls me away from
the wall, and leads me to the bench. I lie down for him, and then he
pulls my ass to the edge, and spreads my legs wide. There’s a
wicked glint in his eyes when he grabs the closest sprayer from the
wall and gets on his knees in front of me. The water from above is
running down his chest, and I want to lick the droplets off so badly
that I start to sit up.

“Not your turn yet.”

That’s all the
warning I get, and then he’s twisting the sprayer until it’s on a
steady massage stream. I squirm in anticipation. There’s no way
he’s not going to use it on me—and in me—and I want it. Now.

“Please,” I beg.

He kisses two fingers,
and then they’re inside of me. The water hits me a moment later,
and the combined sensations inside of me makes me arch my back.
“That’s it. Take your pleasure.”

His mouth descends on
my clit, and I start to go crazy. I can’t even describe what it
feels like, having his fingers and tongue playing with me while the
water overstimulates my most intimate place. He shifts the sprayer
and the water pulses onto my clit. His fingers and mouth never stop
as he takes turns with the water, back and forth until my eyes
practically roll back into my head.

I hold on as long as
possible, actively participating because I can’t stay still. I’m
taking the pleasure he wanted me to, and it may just kill me. I just
need one more thing, and I give it to myself. I cup my breasts in my
hands and pinch both nipples. I don’t need the extra stimulation
this time, but I want it. I want all of me to feel what’s coming,
and I do.

I shatter, coming
harder than I ever remember before. Everything goes dark for a
minute, and then I’m focusing on Blake as he crawls up me,
abandoning the shower head as he kisses his way up. I take his face
in my hands and claim his mouth. I can taste myself on his lips, and
it triggers an aftershock, making him buck against him.

“I want to marry that
sprayer,” I tell him when I finally let him go.

“It wasn’t acting
on its own, you know,” he says, looking affronted.

“Oh believe me, I
know. Now, it’s my turn.”

* * *

Blake

What I just did to
Audrey is probably the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I
seriously had to hold myself back, because my body was ready to come
right along with hers. I don’t know how I’m going to top that,
but I’ll think of something. Later. Or tomorrow. Right now, I’m
about to get a blow job, and since I’ve been dreaming about having
her mouth on me for days, I need to focus.

“Hmm, how am I going
to do this?”

“However you want.
Whatever you want.”

“Impatient for my
mouth?”

“Oh yeah.”

“I need you to lie on
the floor with your legs up on the bench.”

I do as she asks, and
then watch as she lays flat on the bench, before hanging her head
over the side to take me in her mouth. Her hands wrap my legs around
her shoulders, and I cross my ankles over each other as directed.
Then her hands are moving over my balls, squeezing and stroking.

She’s seriously deep
throating me and almost all of me fits between those full lips of
hers. She moves one hand down to stroke the part of me she’s not
taking care of with her mouth, and I’m just about done. A man can
only hold on for so long, especially when he’s watching himself be
sucked off. She meets my eyes, and smiles and that’s it. There’s
no slow build-up, or even a warning that I’m out of control. I just
come hard enough to make my back leave the floor, and give her
everything I’ve got.

She swallows, and then
lets me go with a pop, and a smile. “I needed that.”

“That makes two of
us,” I tell her as I pull her on top of me.

I hold her in my arms
on the heated tiles of my shower, and say a prayer that I can keep
her. Really keep her. I’m completely ruined for every other woman
on Earth, and I hope she feels the same way about other men. Just the
thought of someone else touching her makes me want to punch
something.

“We’ll make this
work. We have to.”

“I want it to.”

“There’s a ‘but’
in there, and I’m not doing ‘buts’ right now.”

“You’re not doing
asses, either. Just throwing that out there.”

“Not a problem, Dree.
I don’t need that.”

“Good. And I wasn’t
going to say ‘but,’ I was just going to say that it won’t be
easy.”

“I don’t need
‘easy.’ I just need you.”

“Ditto.”

“I think I can stand,
so let’s go back to the bed.”

“You need a nap, old
man?”

“Honestly? Yes. But
just a short one, and then your pussy’s mine again.”

“Good, because we
haven’t even scratched the surface of my fantasies.”

“Do tell.”

“After our nap. We
both need a nap.”

“I thought women
reached their sexual prime when they got older.”

“You planning on
sleeping alone all of a sudden?”

“Please don’t make
me do that. I’ve been having flashbacks to when I filmed that
horror movie, and I need to be held,” I tell her, batting my eyes.
I’m secure enough in my manhood for it, and sometimes you just have
to go for broke.

“You’re so full of
it,” she says, climbing under the covers with me.

“No, I think you took
it all.”

“Go to sleep before
the stupid continues.”

“We can’t all be
geniuses, you know.”

“You’re saying
words, but all I hear is a shovel digging a hole, deeper and deeper.”

I kiss her then, both
to shut myself up, and because I have to. It’s possible I’ve
always been a little in love with Audrey, and now it’s becoming
more. I’m falling hard, and I’ll do everything in my power to
stop us both from crashing. This thing between us
will
work. It has to.

Blake

I wake up, and have to
smile at the position I’m in. I’m spooning Audrey, with one of my
hands holding the heavy weight of her left tit. I nudge her hair to
the side with my chin, and suck softly at the back of her neck as I
spread my fingers out to brush her nipple. It’s impossible to have
Audrey Sanchez naked in your bed, and not be ready to go. Even if you
are only a couple of years short of 40, and you went five times last
night. Yeah, I said five—I couldn’t help myself, and my body
wasn’t going to let a little thing like exhaustion stop me.

“Good morning,” she
whispers.

“It’s definitely
the best I’ve ever had.”

She twists in my arms,
and takes my mouth in a scorching kiss. “Me, too.”

“It’s more than
this, what happens in this bed, or the shower. We’re more. You know
that, right?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now do you
want to try out my desk?”

“I most definitely
want to try out your desk, but we need to go down to breakfast.”

“Shit, we overslept,
didn’t we?”

She nods. “Rain
check?”

“Anytime you want
check.”

“Is that a thing?”
she asks, raising an eyebrow.