Secret Weapon (15 page)

She stroked over her breasts again and squeezed them together. They swelled forward enticingly. She toyed with her loose bra straps, then tugged downward, pulling the cups a little. She tugged the lace lower and his breath caught as her nipple appeared above the black fabric. She pulled the other cup down and her other nipple peeked out. He tightened his hold on his cock.

She reached around behind her and unfastened her bra, then held it against her breasts. She stroked her hands over the cups, then lowered the garment slowly, revealing more and more of her perfect breasts. Finally, she tossed it aside.

She wrapped her hands around her waist, her arms pushing her breasts upward, then stroked their undersides.

She leaned back against the instrument panel, caressing her breasts, then her shoulders, back to her breasts … her hands constantly moving, touching, squeezing.

“God, Janine, I’m so hard.”

She smiled. “I can see that. Do you like watching me touch myself?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then why aren’t you stroking your cock? I’d like to watch you stroke it.”

Of course she would. He had assumed otherwise, but he should have figured Janine out by now. He glided his hand up and down his cock, enjoying the hungry look in her topaz blue eyes. She stroked over her breasts, her hands moving in circles. Then she licked her finger and toyed with one nipple. The tight dusky bud glistened with moisture and he longed to suck it into his mouth.

“I want to see you touch your pussy again.”

She smiled and slid one hand down her flat stomach while the other hand continued to stroke her hard nipple. He watched her fingers glide under her panties, the lacy fabric moving. She drew her hand out again, then tucked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and drew them down the sides of her hips, lower and lower, but keeping her pussy covered. She coiled around and knelt on the bike, her back to him, and lowered the back of her panties, baring her luscious ass. She dragged the small lacy item down her thighs, wiggled them over her knees, and then along her calves and off. She crumpled the lacy fabric in her hand and stroked it over the curve of her behind, then around her hip. When she seductively turned back to face him, she held the scrap of lace over her pussy as her legs parted until she sat astride the seat again. She stroked the panties in circles between her legs, then glided upward. His gaze locked on her sweet little pussy, the furry star above, as she caressed her breasts with the black lace. Round and round. She dragged the fabric down her stomach again and over her intimate folds. Finally, she tossed the lace toward him. The panties hooked on his throbbing cock. He grabbed them and stroked them over his hard flesh.

“Mmm. Very nice.” She watched as he caressed his shaft up and down with her tiny panties. “You know, it’s so sunny out and I have so much flesh exposed. Do you have any suntan lotion?”

He reached into the black bag affixed to the bike, tugged out a spray bottle of sunscreen, and handed it to her.

“A pump. Nice.” She sprayed the lotion across her breasts and down her stomach. More and more until a thick white coat covered her. She stroked her hands over her breasts, around and around, spreading the lotion until her breasts shone in the sunlight like polished marble, then down her stomach, leaving a sheen. Finally, her fingers glided over her pussy and dipped inside.

Sloan’s cock ached with the need to drive inside her.

“Sweetheart, you’re driving me insane.”

She smiled. “Really?” Her hips shifted from side to side as she shimmied toward him on the leather seat.

She dragged her finger over the tip of his cock. The intense sensations rocketed through him. He wanted to grab her by the waist and lift her onto his raging cock right now.

She leaned forward and licked his cockhead and he groaned.

“You have such a big cock, Sloan. I really had no idea.”

“So if you’d known, would you have agreed to go out with me sooner?”

She grinned. “Well, you never know.”

She pressed her lips against him, then surrounded his cockhead with her hot, wet mouth.

“Oh, yeah.” His hand cupped her head.

He drew her hair back from her face, coiling the long strands around his hand. She glided forward, taking his shaft deeper into her warmth. Then her head bobbed back and forth, his hand gliding with her. She tucked her hands under his balls and caressed. He moaned at the delightful sensation. He drew her head forward and she opened wide, taking him deeper. Amazingly deep.

She squeezed him in her mouth and he groaned.

“Oh, damn. I’m so fucking close.”

Her hand tightened on his balls, gently, and she glided off his cock.

“Then come. Right now.” She covered his cockhead and wrapped her hot mouth tight around it. She sucked as her fingers stroked behind his testicles.

He burst in her mouth, groaning out loud at the exquisite release. She stroked his exposed shaft as she continued to suck him.

Finally, he collapsed back on the bike, his cock still protruding from her mouth. She glided off his tip and smiled.

*   *   *

Janine gazed at Sloan’s slumped form. God, it was hot watching him come. Feeling him erupt in her mouth.

He drew in a deep breath, then smiled broadly. “Now it’s your turn.”

She gazed at his wilted cock. “It doesn’t look like you’re quite ready.” She dragged her fingers over her slick folds, longing for his hard erection inside her.

He leaned forward and stroked his hands over her breasts, still slick from the sunscreen. He cupped them with his big hands and caressed, sending tingles through her, then dragged his fingertips over her nipples. Her insides melted with intense desire. He leaned closer and captured one hard nipple in his mouth. His tongue teased over the tip, then he sucked. She moaned at the sharp sensation. She wrapped her hands around his head, her fingers forking through his hair, and she pulled him tight to her breast. He teased and cajoled her hard bud with his tongue. Then he sucked again and she cried out.

He chuckled, then continued to lick her nipple as he dragged one hand down her stomach, then over her folds. He glided over her clit and electric bursts pulsed across her nerve endings. His fingers stroked her slit then slid inside. Her pelvis arched upward and she squeezed him, longing for something longer and thicker than his fingers.

She gazed at his semierect cock with longing. She swung her leg over the bike and leaned over it, her breasts tucked over the side of the driver’s seat. She opened her legs and stroked her round behind.

Sloan took her hint and climbed off the bike, then stood behind her.

“Wow. What a beautiful view.”

His hands joined hers, caressing her behind. He glided between her cheeks and down, stroking her slit. She sucked in a deep breath and cupped her breasts, then stroked them, tweaking the nipples as he found her clit and teased it.

“Oh, God, Sloan. I want you inside me.”

He chuckled. “Sweetheart, I love hearing you say that.”

His fingers glided into her, then she felt hard flesh nudge against her.

“God, Sloan, if that’s your cock, drive it into me. Right now.”

An agony of pleasure ripped through her as he drove deep into her in one sudden thrust, his broad cock stretching her wide. She wailed at the intensity of his sublime invasion.

“Ohhh … yes. Fuck me now. Deep and hard.”

He drew back, the ridge of his cockhead stroking her insides. She quivered. He drove forward again and she moaned. He drew back.

“Sloan … yes … Please fuck me faster.”

He thrust deep, then kept on thrusting. Faster and faster. She sucked in air, then wailed as pleasure burst through her in an intense wave. His cock plunged into her over and over. She gasped, then cried out again. And again. He exploded inside her, catapulting her into ecstasy.

Finally, she collapsed on the bike, Sloan’s body pressed tight to hers, both of them gasping for air.

She pushed away loose strands of hair from her face. “That was incredibly hot,” she panted.

“You’re not kidding.” He nuzzled her neck, then kissed her temple.

Her heart melted at the incredibly tender gesture. He was so sweet. So … loving.

It almost scared her.

He cupped her shoulders and stood up, drawing her with him. He turned her around and kissed her, his lips moving on hers in a persuasive, tender manner. She melted against him, totally aware of their naked bodies touching so intimately. Not in a sexual sense, but like a man and woman. In a real relationship.

Like two people in love.

Oh, God, she couldn’t fall in love with Sloan. And she certainly didn’t want him falling in love with her. They were all wrong for each other.

At least, he was wrong for her. He was having fun playing the part, but she knew he’d never fully accept the way she was, allowing her the total freedom she needed.

Damn, she had made a big mistake agreeing to date him. Now that she’d tasted what it was like to make love with him … God, he was addictive. Could she really be as selfish as she felt like being right now? Wanting to continue this relationship with him because of the sensational sex?

On the other hand, he was a big boy.
Oh, God, really big!

She sucked in a breath. The point was, Sloan would never give up on the idea of having a romantic relationship with her until he came face-to-face with the fact that she would never settle for a traditional relationship—one woman, one man. It felt too much like a domination scenario. Not that she minded domination, as long as she could walk away from it at any time.

No, she would not regret agreeing to date Sloan. It was the only way for him to understand what she required in a relationship and to come to terms with it. He would eventually realize he would never convince her to settle for anything less than total freedom.

*   *   *

Sloan sensed a change in her. After their incredible lovemaking, all alone out here in the wilderness, he had felt closer to her than ever before. There had been an intimacy between them. Just the two of them, exulting in pleasuring each other. Then their tender kiss.

Then suddenly she’d withdrawn, even though she hadn’t moved a muscle.

He lingered over the kiss a little longer before finally releasing her lips.

Something flickered in her topaz eyes, then she smiled. “How about those sandwiches? I’m incredibly hungry after that great workout.”

“Sure.” He released her and fetched the bagged lunch from the storage compartment on the bike, feeling a deep sense of loss as she pulled on her clothes.

*   *   *

A knock sounded, and Sloan crossed to his front door and opened it.

Derek stood on the other side. “Hi.”

“Hey. Come on in.” Sloan stepped back to let him in.

Derek stepped into Sloan’s house and Sloan gestured toward the couch. Derek crossed the room and sat down.

“So, where’s our girl?” Derek asked.

“The other room. I’ll let her know you’re here.”

He walked down the hall and opened the bedroom door. At the sight of Janine standing in front of the mirror, brushing her long blond hair, wearing only a sexy red lace thong and matching bra, he smiled. His gaze glided over her delightfully round behind to the black stockings with sexy lace edges on the top—which somehow stayed up on their own without a garter belt—then lingered on her bare white thighs above. His cock stirred.

“You look sensational.”

She smiled at him in the mirror. “Thank you.” She put down the brush and turned around. Her breasts spilled over the top of the lace cups in a most enticing way. “Is Derek here?”

“Yes, he just arrived.”

She picked up her black coat from the bed and pulled it on.

His eyebrows arched. “Are you leaving?”

She laughed. “No way. I just thought I’d give you both a little show.”

“I thought I was in charge tonight.”

Janine’s penchant for handcuffs and her teasing about him dominating her had given him the idea for tonight’s scenario. Since she insisted on interacting with other men in addition to him, at least if he was the one calling the shots, he could maintain a level of control. That actually made the situation not only tolerable but exhilarating. Plus, it gave him the opportunity to use a trait she sometimes viewed as a flaw in him to shining advantage.

Her gaze shot to his. “Oh, of course.” She walked toward him until she stood facing him, then lowered her gaze. “Whatever you wish … Master.”

Thirteen

Sloan grinned. “That’s more like it. Now let’s go entertain our guest.”

Janine started to slip the coat off.

“No. Leave it on.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“What? A good idea’s a good idea,” he said.

She laughed, then followed him from the room.

As they walked into the living room, Derek turned his gaze to Janine.

“Janine, this is my friend Derek. You’ll be entertaining both of us this evening.”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

Derek grinned.

Janine crossed to the dance pole Sloan had set up in the corner for this evening. She grabbed it with one hand and twirled around it, sending her coat flaring. Standing behind the pole, she flicked open the single button she’d fastened, then teasingly revealed a long, luscious leg. She twirled around the pole to put her back toward them, then eased the coat down, revealing her lovely shoulders. She peered over one shoulder and smiled at them, then turned to face them again. She held the coat closed over her breasts, then swayed her shoulders and hips from side to side as she eased the coat down slowly, revealing more and more skin. Finally, she let it slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor, leaving her standing in her red lace bra, thong, and black stockings.

She kicked the coat away as she walked around the pole, then faced them again, leaning back against the metal and hugging her body, pushing her breasts together tightly. Sloan’s cock twitched—as he was sure Derek’s did, too—at the sight of her breasts threatening to pop out of the bra. She swayed back and forth, then turned around and, gazing over her shoulder again, unfastened the bra. The straps fell from her shoulders, and she slipped her arms free. She faced them, holding the bra against herself, then squeezed her breasts together. She glided the bra down, allowing one nipple to peek over the top of the fabric, then the other. Finally, she tossed the bra aside.