Seducing Steve (14 page)

“I wanna watch you come,” he rasped. He quickly reclaimed his position against the opposite counter.

“I want you to make me come.”

A slow smile spread across his face, lighting his heavy lidded eyes. “Oh, I will, darlin’. Later.” His gaze dropped to her parted thighs. “Did you cuss me?”

“Maybe a little.”

She ran her fingertips along the inside of her thigh, trying to entice him into action. He pushed away from the counter with his hips. He stood tall and straight between her knees, staring into her eyes. “You wanna come, Sara?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Then do it. Slide your fingers in that pretty pink pussy of yours,” he whispered. “Touch yourself now, because soon you’ll be mine. All mine.”

A moan escaped her parted lips. Reaching up, she pressed the tip of her index finger to his full lower lip. He opened his mouth, drawing her finger in again, his tongue swirling around the digit, lapping her up then releasing her abruptly. “Do it.”

She lowered her hand between their bodies. Her eyes locked on his, and she opened her knees further. A low groan caught in his throat. His gaze fixed on the finger slick from his mouth sliding into her. The heat of his dark stare nearly scorched her. She stroked her wet pussy for his viewing pleasure, her own excitement pulsing low and deep in her belly. “Like that?”

“Just like that.” Bracing his hands on her knees, he pulled them apart. “What do you want?”

“Your mouth.” She circled her clit with her damp finger and then plunged it into her throbbing cunt.

“Oh yeah. Licking you, tasting you, sucking you. I wanna fuck you with my tongue, Sara.”

Her breath hissed from between her teeth. She thrust two fingers into the damp heat, the heel of her hand teasing the taut bud of her clit.

“Can you feel it?” he whispered, watching her stroke herself hard and fast. “Tight. Hot. Squeezing your fingers.” He looked up, his eyes hazy with lust. “When you come, Sara...When you come, it’s amazing.”

Her free hand curled around the thick muscle of his bicep, clutching him when her pussy closed around her fingers. “Oh!”

“When you come, I want...” He stared straight into her eyes. “So good. It feels so good, Sara.”

Her breath caught in her throat; a squeak slipped past her lips. Her climax coiled taut and ached deep in her belly.

“When you come...When I’m deep inside you...I could die happy, Sara.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!” she cried. Her control snapped, her orgasm unraveling, leaving her breathless and panting.

“Sara.” Her thighs trembled. She could feel his fingers digging into her flesh, but at that moment she doubted even Steve could anchor her. “Sara,” he coaxed in a whisper.

Her hand slowed, and she tried to force her brain to engage. “Nuh.”

He smiled, raising one hand to stroke her hair, smoothing it away from her damp forehead. “Sara, are you ready for me?”

She blinked rapidly, desperate to regain a modicum of self-control. “Steve,” she began hesitantly.

“Say yes. The answer is yes.”

She stared into those liquid brown eyes, dissolving into their bottomless depths. Wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, she held his gaze and nodded slowly. “Yes.”

Chapter Thirteen

A sharp stab of regret pierced his heart as he stepped into the bedroom and reluctantly loosened his hold on her luscious ass. He nuzzled her tangled hair and whispered, “Down.”

Sara slithered to her feet, grasping his biceps for balance and treating him to a dazed smile when he groaned. “Sorry about that. Still a little wobbly.”

Her blonde hair clung to her damp cheek. The panels of the wrap dress he had so gleefully unwrapped swung loose and open, teasing him with tantalizing glimpses of her flushed skin. He reached to steady her and pushed the thin fabric from one shoulder. “Oops,” he said with a smirk.

“Uh-huh.”

“Let’s just...” He slid the dress from her other shoulder, dragging the dangling straps of her bra down her arm. Fabric pooled at feet. “Much better.”

She glanced at her shoes then back up at him. “On or off?” she asked, arching one eyebrow.

“On. For now.”

“Yessir.” She hooked one finger in the knot in his tie and pulled him down for a kiss.

Her lips were swollen from his kisses and moist with anticipation. The memory of cherry-flavored lip gloss clung to the tender skin, and it made his head spin. The last of his breath escaped his lungs as he drew away, fighting against the desire weighting his eyelids.

“You look beautiful.”

She tugged at the knot. “You’re overdressed again.”

He brushed her hand away, tugging at the noose around his neck. Her eyes widened then narrowed with interest.

“Are you going to strip for me?”

The tie unraveled, and he wasted no time yanking it from his collar. “Something like that,” he murmured.

He stroked her arm, trapping the silken fabric between his skin and hers. Taking her hand, he wound one end of the tie around her wrist. Sara gasped, and he stepped closer, pressing his body to hers as he drew her arms behind her back.

“Okay?” he whispered, tightening the knot that held her hands bound against the curve of her bottom.

She closed her eyes, rocking back on her heels. “Mmm-hmm.”

“Look at me, Sara.”

The moment her aqua gaze met his, he began to unbutton his shirt. He took his time, unbuttoning the cuffs while gauging the quickening of her breath by the rise and fall of her breasts. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grabbing her when her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. The clink of his belt buckle earned another soft moan. Her nipples puckered into hard points. She shifted slightly, spreading her feet as his pants slid down his legs.

“Are you gonna show me yours?” she asked breathlessly.

“That was the general idea.”

“You are?” Her eyebrows shot up. “Like I did in there?”

He laughed and shook his head, toeing off his shoes. “No.”

Stepping out of his pants, he stripped off his briefs and socks. When he straightened, he met her inquiring gaze. He smirked and purposefully exaggerated his drawl. “But I’ll tell you all about it if that’ll help, Miss Sara.”

Wordlessly, he placed his hands on her shoulders, exerting the gentlest of pressure then exhaling in a rush when she sank to her knees.

Sara looked up, meeting his gaze boldly. “Tell me what you want.”

Her lips closed around the head of his cock, and his entire body jerked. For one crazy, harebrained moment, he was tempted to tell her the whole truth. He wanted to confess the nights he’d slinked home reeking of other women’s perfume but thinking about her mouth wrapped around him as he jerked off again. Her tongue slid over his skin, tracing the vein that ran the length of his dick and teasing the very tip, driving him out of his mind.

“I want you,” he rasped.

She moaned, parting her lips and pulling him into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around him like velvet. The heat of her mouth sent a shiver up his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he clenched his fists, pushing deeper. She knelt in front of him, the embodiment of eight long years of dreams and fantasies come true.

“God, Sara, I thought about this...On your knees...your mouth.”

She hummed her approval and took him deeper. The vibration trapped in her throat shot through his body. For one breathtaking moment, he feared he’d come in seconds. His toes curled into the rug as panic gripped his gut. Her red lips clamped around him. Her wicked tongue swirled around the head of his cock. She drew him deep, her throat muscles working against him. His control frayed and panic flared. She had to stop. Oh god, he didn’t want her to stop…He needed to think…regroup...wrest control from her pretty little hands and hot mouth.

Seizing on his fear, Steve mustered just enough strength to push her away. Sara yelped in surprise and toppled onto her side, unable to catch herself with her hands bound behind her back. “Wha...”

“Sorry. Sorry,” he panted, stooping to help her up. “I, uh...It felt too good.” He grasped her arms, steadying her when she teetered on her high heels.

“Last I heard, it was supposed to feel good.”

“I was...I didn’t want to lose control.”

Her scowl morphed into a smile. “I like you out of control.”

He rolled his eyes, skimming the palms of his hands down her arms. “Doesn’t take much with you.”

Her smile widened into a grin, and she wriggled her arm. His heart stopped when she easily pulled one hand free, proving him a complete failure at the bondage gambit. “Aw, crap.”

She pressed her palm to his chest. Her thumb grazed his nipple, and the sensitive nub tightened. “I want you completely out of control.”

Steve licked his lips. His heart began to hammer again. When she stepped back, her fingers tickled the hair on his stomach, and his tie slithered from her other wrist. She bent at her waist, stretching her arms the length of the mattress, pressing her cheek to the comforter, and tipping her ass high. Her ankles wobbled when she widened her stance and his groan faded into a moan.

He fell to his knees behind her, cupping the pale rounded globes in his hands and parting the cleft of her ass with his thumbs. His fingers splayed across porcelain skin. Sara arched her back, rising on her toes and circling her hips. He pulled his hand away and she moaned, lifting her ass in anticipation.

Steve blinked and lowered his hand to caress her warm skin, and a shiver shuddered through her body. Visions of her pale skin turning pink then red flashed through his mind. His fingers flexed then burrowed into the soft flesh. He bit his cheek to keep from accepting her invitation.

Instead, he pressed the blunt tip of his thumb to the tight pucker of her anus, and she jumped. “I want
you
out of control,” he growled, running his hands down the backs of her thighs.

Her legs trembled when he parted them further. He pressed his nose to her, inhaling the musk of her arousal. His tongue dragged the length of her slick pussy, and Sara answered with a whimper of approval. He pulled back, letting his breath wash over her heated flesh.

“You have the sweetest ass,” he murmured.

“Too big.”

He shook his head, his lips skimming over her velvety skin. His teeth grazed one cheek, eliciting another moan. He pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the afflicted flesh, laving it with his tongue. “It’s a wet dream, darlin’.”

“You think?”

The breathless rasp of her voice almost made up for the humiliation of his bondage failure. His wounded pride forced him to up the ante a bit. “I know. I’ve dreamed of fucking this ass,” he whispered, running his hands reverently over her succulent curves.

Sara tensed then moaned, her muscles growing warm and lax in his hands. He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to her pussy again. His tongue darted into her slick channel and circled the hardened nub of her clit. She bucked, pushing back against his face. He dragged his tongue the length of her again then thrust two fingers into her tight cunt.

She cried out and he thrust his fingers into her harder and faster. Her breath caught and tiny, little hiccups of pleasure bubbled from her throat, spurring him on. Steve rocked back, watching his fingers disappear into her wet pink flesh. Her juices flowed onto his knuckles. His fingers bit into the cheek of her ass. He moved in again and pressed his tongue to her anus.

She gasped and then ground against him. The walls of her pussy clamped down on his fingers, holding them deep inside her. Her legs trembled. Her muscles clenched when the tight flesh gave way to his probing tongue. He thrust into her, curling his fingers to stroke her slick walls.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. His dick throbbed, but he couldn’t pry his hands off of her. “Would you give me your ass, Sara?” She answered with a muffled moan. “Do you want me in your ass?”

He slid his fingers from her pussy and circled the tight pucker of her ass, spreading her moisture over the vulnerable flesh. Her strangled moan was muffled by the comforter. She rose on her toes to meet his teasing finger. He pushed into the tight channel groaning long and low as she gasped.

“I...oh!” He thrust once and she came apart in his hands.

Wracking spasms of release shook her entire body. A rasping scream wrenched from her throat. His name bounced off the walls. Unable to bear it one more moment, he sprang to his feet.

The echo of her cries lingered in the air. He thrust his cock into her pleasure-soaked pussy with a primal grunt. Her muscles clenched, the aftershocks of her climax milking him. His hand closed over her mound, his fingertips tickling her clit. The creamy skin stretched taut over the curve of her spine called to him. He pressed a hot, wet kiss to the base of her neck.

She stretched her arms wider, supplicating herself to him, and Steve found his self-control in the desperate way her fingers clutched the comforter, bunching it in her fists.

His cock throbbed inside her. He splayed his hand possessively over her back. Pressing her into the mattress, he began to fuck her hard. Her tiny, panting gasps drove him wild. The tingles of his orgasm danced like pins and needles from the soles of his feet. His calf muscles screamed. He pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and she trembled beneath him, driving him higher.