Stolen Moments (34 page)

Dillon suddenly pulled back on the hand tugging hers and drew a startled Sarah into a shadowed alcove next to a lush potted tree. Her hot mouth descended on Sarah’s, eliciting a deep groan from Sarah as her back connected with the rough brick of the wall. In a very small corner of her mind, Dillon was slightly shocked at her own behavior, and then Sarah lifted a booted foot up onto the edge of a nearby planter, grabbed hold of her hips, and pulled her in tight between her legs. Arousal flooded her body and drowned out all coherent thought as she tore her mouth away and looked into hot blue eyes. Keeping the eye contact, Dillon eased her upper body away from Sarah’s and with slow deliberate movements began to undo her shirt buttons.

Dilated pupils and flushed skin betrayed how much Sarah anticipated the touch of Dillon’s hands against her naked skin. She gasped when instead of sliding inside her shirt, those hands slid down over her hips, lifting her slightly so Dillon could grind against her center. Sarah emitted a soft cry, and her head fell back against the brick as Dillon kissed down her now-exposed throat to the hollow between her breasts.

“Oh God…ah…I thought we…” The rest of Sarah’s sentence was cut short as strong fingers shifted around her body and pressed into her aching sex through her jeans. At the same moment, Dillon bit down gently on a rock-hard nipple through the fabric of her bra, ripping another cry from her throat.

“Have you ever made love in public?” Dillon asked against Sarah’s ear before claiming her lips again in a searing kiss. Nipping and biting, the women struggled to find the perfect fit for their lips, their breathing harsh and ragged.

Dillon suddenly let go of her grip on Sarah’s center and roughly ripped open the button fly of her jeans, plunging her fingers beneath the soaked denim. Working her way lower, she moaned out loud as her fingers invaded hot wet flesh.

*

The moment Dillon slipped two fingers up inside her Sarah was lost; at that point she would not have cared if the woman had stripped off her clothes and gone down on her in the middle of the Rugby World Cup grand final pitch. The pleasure was intense as Dillon started up a slow thrusting rhythm, the palm of her hand flat against Sarah’s swollen clit; she tore her mouth away and focused on hot green eyes.

“More,” Sarah demanded and Dillon growled, thrusting a third finger deep into her. As her slick inner walls began to contract around the questing fingers, Sarah’s head dropped to Dillon’s shoulder, nails scratching into her strong back muscles. Dillon picked up the pace, thrusting her body against Sarah in time with her fingers. Then Sarah was there, her body convulsing, squeezing down hard on Dillon’s fingers as she gave a sharp cry of release.

*

Dillon could not focus, could not grasp any form of coherent thought. All she could feel were Sarah’s slick walls pulsing around her fingers, and her own clit, so hard it was rubbing against her leathers. All she had to do was provide a tiny bit of friction. Sarah stirred as Dillon gently pulled out of her body and ran her hands down Dillon’s back to her hips. When Sarah shoved a muscled thigh firmly against her aching sex, Dillon came hard, her head falling back as Sarah pulled her in tighter, teeth gracing the flesh of her exposed throat.

*

As Dillon came, Sarah suddenly became aware of a sound and was horrified to discover they had drawn an audience, who had begun to applaud. She was even further mortified when she realized the cheering had caught the attention of a rather large bouncer, who currently waited with arms folded and a slight smirk on her face. Sarah swore loudly as she tried to pull away far enough to refasten her clothing. Finally realizing what was going on, Dillon stepped back slightly, giving Sarah room to move but still shielding her body.

“We’re about ten seconds from being thrown out,” Dillon said softly.

“I figured that.” Sarah chuckled ruefully, trying to tamp down her embarrassment.

“It’s still early…” Dillon left the statement hanging.

Sarah searched Dillon’s eyes and felt a kick run through her system again.
Damn, I haven’t felt like this in years
. The decision made, she pulled Dillon into her body.

“Come with me,” she breathed against her ear.

*

The taxi ride and climb to Sarah’s hotel room was accomplished with complete silence between them. Sarah unlocked the door, switched on the lights, and motioned for Dillon to precede her, giving herself plenty of time to admire the view of the woman’s firm ass and muscled physique.

“Do you want a drink?” she asked, her voice sounding thick.

Dillon turned from where she was looking out over the ocean, giving Sarah a feral smile. “No.”

Sarah turned off the lights when Dillon motioned for her to join her at the window. When she was an arm’s length away, Dillon said, “Take off your clothes.”

It was both a command and a request, and Sarah’s heart rate picked up as she focused on Dillon’s eyes while unbuttoning her white cotton shirt. Her skin flushed as she watched hot green eyes follow the movement of her hands. When Sarah removed her bra to expose her firm, coral-tipped breasts, Dillon’s hands twitched, but she kept them at her sides. Sarah closed her eyes in anticipation as Dillon moved in behind her.

“Walk over to the window,” Dillon breathed into her ear, sending a shiver of arousal sweeping down her spine. “I want to see you in the moonlight when you take off the rest.”

Sarah shakily complied, standing next to the window and lifting her foot up on to the desk chair to remove her heavy lace-up boots. Her body was screaming to feel those strong tanned hands against her hot skin as she pulled open the buttons of her fly and slowly pushed the denim over her hips.

*

Dillon was certain she would have collapsed on the floor as Sarah bent slowly from the waist to push her jeans down over her legs if not for the chair she had dragged under herself at the last minute. As she knew from their earlier encounter, the gorgeous woman was not wearing anything under the jeans, and when she bent over, Dillon was presented with a seductive view of her wet swollen sex.

“Oh God,” she breathed in almost silent benediction.

*

By the time Sarah straightened and let down her loose ponytail, she was almost dizzy with arousal, and she cried out in pleasure as strong arms encircled her waist and pulled her in against a hot hard body. She dropped her head back against Dillon’s shoulder, her breathing suddenly ragged. One strong hand pinched and chafed at a hard nipple, while the other brushed down to slide between her wet folds. Blindly, she reached for some kind of support as her body convulsed in pleasure. Then Dillon gently walked her forward two steps until her searching hands met the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling window. When Dillon started a slow circling of her swollen clit, Sarah gasped, “Please…Ah… I need you…inside me…”

Anything else she might have said was choked off as Dillon bent her forward and slid two fingers inside her. Sarah reached down, stilling Dillon’s hand, and heard a choked groan of frustration.

“Wait,” Sarah panted through clenched teeth. “I need…something…more.” Gently but forcefully she pulled Dillon’s fingers from inside herself. “In the top drawer of the side table… the wooden box…”

Sarah gasped as cool air reached the hot skin of her suddenly exposed back and she held her breath, praying she would not hear the sound of the door.

*

“Well…” Dillon chuckled.

She had not been quite sure what to expect when she pulled the wooden box out of the drawer, but it sure as hell hadn’t been a brand-new strap-on. A fresh flood of moisture flowed between her legs when she realized she could put it on without removing her leathers, and she had an instant vision of taking the blonde hard against the plate glass of the hotel window. When she had the cock adjusted to where she wanted it, she took it in her hand and stroked, drawing a tight groan from her throat as the base of the shaft rode against her swollen clit.

*

Sarah heard a muffled groan, then felt Dillon’s body against her back, this time with the added sensation of hard nipples rubbing over her back and hard silicone pressed against her behind. Sarah gasped and reached back to pull Dillon harder against her body and groaned when she realized Dillon still wore her leather pants.

“Is this what you want?” Dillon rasped against her ear. “Tell me, Sarah. Do you want me to fuck you?” Dillon slipped both hands down the front of Sarah’s hips and slowly leaned over, sliding the silicone shaft between Sarah’s legs, chafing against her heat. “Tell me. I want you to say the words. Tell me what you want me to do.”

She punctuated her words with a steady thrusting motion, a gentle teasing against Sarah’s swollen folds.

“Oh God…please…I want you inside me,” Sarah gasped.

*

Dillon growled low in her throat as she slowly guided the shaft into Sarah’s waiting heat. She watched as the shaft disappeared into Sarah’s hot flesh, gritting her teeth with the effort to control her movements, wanting nothing more than to thrust hard and fast into the body beneath her. Finally buried to the hilt she stopped, relishing the sensation of the shaft grinding against her clit as Sarah’s body spasmed around it. Leaning forward to run the tip of her tongue up along Sarah’s spine, she reached down and softly traced an invisible pattern up the inside of the blonde’s thighs. Sarah cried out again as Dillon’s fingers parted her swollen folds and found her clit while she started a slow thrusting rhythm with the silicone shaft.

*

Sarah could not think, she could only feel, as soft fingers caressed her hot flesh and the now-warm shaft filled her body. Even with the edge taken from her need, she could feel her orgasm approaching fast and hard, and it took every single shred of control to pull her body away from Dillon once more. She wanted this powerfully, but she wanted it face-to-face. Wanted to be able to watch Dillon as the woman made her come. Placing hasty fingers over lips opened in protest, Sarah guided Dillon backward and down onto the bed. When she took her in, her knees nearly buckled at the sight. Dillon sat slightly slouched against the headboard, her leather pants open and riding low, her eyes hooded and dark with lust as she looked back at Sarah.

“Come here, baby. I got something for you,” she said as she grasped the base of the silicone shaft, grinding it against her clit. Sarah’s body turned liquid at the sight of Dillon’s obvious pleasure from the silicone cock rising up out of her pants, and she climbed onto the bed to straddle Dillon’s knees. She gasped as strong hands grabbed her hips and guided her down into Dillon’s lap.

Sarah cried out as Dillon pulled her forward and took a hard nipple into her mouth. The shaft, still wet and warm from her body, came to rest once more hard against her clit. Sarah rocked against it convulsively; a mutual cry of pleasure rang through the room as silicone slid into hot wet flesh. For a moment, neither woman moved—two heads thrown back, fingers gripping—and then finally Sarah began a slow grinding movement of her hips.

*

Dillon managed to pry her eyes open—she simply had to see the moment this beautiful woman blasted over the edge—and was rewarded by the view of the lithe body arched bowstring tight above her. She knew it was only moments before Sarah exploded into orgasm, and a sudden wicked smile crossed her face as she forced a halt to all movement. Sarah’s eyes snapped open and silently pleaded with the woman inside her to continue, she was so close. Dillon leaned forward and felt Sarah’s body spasm slightly as she spoke close to her ear.

“Wait.”

With gentle strength Dillon moved Sarah off her body and laid her on the bed before sliding across and standing up. Never taking her eyes from Sarah’s, she removed the last barrier of clothing and moved to the foot of the bed.

“Do you want this?” she asked indicating the silicone appendage. “Or do you want me?”

“Why can’t I have both?”

“Absolutely no reason at all.”

Dillon reached out and Sarah pulled her onto her body. Dillon groaned as the shaft slid slowly home once more. She rested on her hands above Sarah, and with their eyes locked, resumed the slow grind of hips. Almost instantly, she was rewarded with the most exquisite of sights as bright blue eyes suddenly glazed and darkened. Sarah’s legs locked around her hips and Dillon felt the golden body go rigid with the strength of Sarah’s orgasm. When a sudden sheen of sweat appeared on fine skin, the sight was enough to finally send Dillon over the edge; her eyes closed and an inarticulate cry ripped from her throat as she came.

*

Sarah felt dazed, her body almost floating in boneless bliss. She awoke slowly, rolling over and reaching blindly across the bed. The sound of water running in the bathroom cut through her sudden disappointment at finding the empty space beside her. Sliding from between the sheets, she padded quietly to the door of the bathroom and watched as Dillon ran a washcloth over her shoulders and neck. Sarah’s body began to ache once again as she watched the ripple of back and shoulder muscles moving under sleek skin.

*

Dillon gasped when her back met the cool tiles of the bathroom wall and Sarah’s warm full lips descended on hers. She groaned again when Sarah closed her lips, then her teeth, over a rock-hard nipple.

“Oh, God, Sarah,” Dillon cried out as the soft hands continued their exploration of her heated skin and Sarah’s mouth began an agonizingly slow descent down her body. She buried her hands into thick blond hair, her head falling back against the tiled wall as Sarah drew her nails up the backs of her thighs and over her behind. Her breathing echoed harsh around the white tiled walls as her legs began to shake with the effort to keep her body upright.