Strike (5 page)

He pulled away from her, taking in deep breaths. From her perch, she looked down at him with lost eyes and a scared expression. His knee-jerk reaction was to pull her back into his arms, but he didn’t. He needed a few minutes without her overriding his brain with stimulation. But he was going to have to do something to keep her from staring at him with that hurt look.

He dipped his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He hoped this would give him time to sort out his thoughts. She was forced to keep her distance from him and her hands stayed on his shoulders. He relaxed and let his other hand come up and knead her other breast.

Her grip on his neck tightened and she moaned. Yes, he though, let her be the one overwhelmed by this. He had no problem driving her over the edge of the cliff she insisted on dancing next to, but he wasn’t going to join her. He wasn’t going to be the guy that took advantage of her.

With his free hand, he cupped her mound. He wanted it to be a gentle touch, just letting her feel the heat. But she flexed her hips, grinding into his hand. His middle finger slid inside her while she continued to press her clit into his hand.

He kissed his way over to the other nipple, not wanting it to feel neglected. He rolled it back and forth between his lips before drawing it into his mouth. She made little noises letting him know that she liked it, and the volume was rising.

His ring finger slipped inside her too, stretching her out. He had forgotten how tight she was. Her whole body undulated with the rhythm as she fucked his hand. He loved to see her like this—so primal. He wanted it to last for hours, but reminded himself that she had been through a trauma. As soon as her head was clear, she would just want him to hold her.

The pace quickened. He could hear his palm slapping against her cunt. Even her breath was faster as she rode his hand. Her body was moving so much, he had to give up on using his teeth on her nipple, scared he might hurt her. He drew it deeper into his mouth, suckling it instead.

Her voice thundered as she convulsed around his fingers. The pounding come slowly to a stop. He slid his fingers out as a shudder traveled down the length of her body.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Now that she was sated, he could just comfort her. Her fingers tangled with his hair and ran back and forth across his scalp.

One foot at a time, she stepped down, all the while touching him. Her wet body slid over his penis. By gritting his teeth, he was able to get through it until she was once again on solid ground. He took deep breaths, reminding him that it had been a casual touch. There was something more important he need to keep his mind on here—building a relationship with her outside the bedroom. She was smiling up at him, and that was all he needed.

Suddenly he cried out as the water turned cold. He whipped around, turning the faucets as fast as he could. Even after the flow of water had stopped, it still took a couple of seconds to get over the shock. When he turned back around, her serene expression was gone.

“Sorry it ended so abruptly,” he said.

“Ended?” she asked. “I thought you were going to fuck me.”

Her eyes darted to the floor and her cheeks turned pink. He loved it when she talked like that, but only because he knew it wasn’t her normal behavior. She had been prim and proper, even while sitting in a bar. It wasn’t until they were alone that she would say what she really wanted. She was his quiet little mouse that only roared for him.

All he could think about was making her roar again. One short sentence had done away with all his restraint. She had blatantly told him that she wanted to have sex… with him. She had made the decision and it wasn’t his place to tell her no. He grabbed two towels and pushed one at her.

“Give me just a second,” he said, then took off out of the room.

Tori stood there holding the towel as she watched him run out of the room, but it wasn’t until she heard the cursing that she went to the door to see what he was doing. He was wrestling with the blinds. They were almost down and so was his towel. It had slid low enough to reveal the tight curve of his ass.

She smiled and watched him struggle one handed, trying to put the towel back in place, only to be disappointed that he was able to keep more of his body from being exposed. She liked the view. Broad shoulders tapered down to a slender waist, then curved out over his butt. Every inch of him was firm and defined. Cords of muscles could be seen under the tan flesh. He did have tan lines, but it looked as if he spent a lot of time outdoors without a shirt on.

“Are you just going to stand there staring at me, or are you going to get in here?” he asked. The blinds were down and he was facing her. From his casual stance, she didn’t think he was in a rush.

“Why don’t you drop that towel so I can decide?” she responded.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, unable to believe she had actually said that. Was she ever going to get control over her outbursts when she was around him? She was just thankful he didn’t seem to mind.

His fingers relaxed and the towel dropped to the floor. This view was even better than his back side had been. She couldn’t pry her eyes away from the taut lines where his stomach came down to his groin. His cock was great and everything she remembered it to be, but it was the incredible details of his body that left her in awe.

“You can see better if you come closer,” he said.

Her feet seemed to think that was a good idea and the next thing she knew she was halfway across the room. She had a mild sense of deja vu and a shiver went up her spine as she realized she was in the same spot they had been in the last time she’d been in his bedroom. Her cunt clenched down in a spasm as she remembered the way he’d pounded into her the last time they had been on the bed and knew it was about to happen again. Her eyes never left his as he made his way around the bed to meet her at the foot.

“You’re still wet,” he said.

Until he took the towel from her, she hadn’t even realized she was still carrying it. Then the terry cloth was being run over her skin. It didn’t seem as if he was missing a single spot as he circled around her, rubbing her with the soft material. Enjoying the warmth of the cloth sliding over her skin, she closed her eyes and just relished the sensations of being dried off. It wasn’t something she had ever thought could be sensual before.

The next thing she knew the material was gone and it was just his hands touching her—perusing every inch he had just touched with the towel. Her breasts were firm and aching, but he only occasionally skimmed over them. Her groin was contracting and relaxing, anxious to be the center of attention.

She thought she was going to scream, this time in frustration instead of satisfaction. His comment that she could have had more last time, if she had been patient, echoed in her head. She wasn’t going to rush him, even if it was driving her insane. Then she realized that she was just being silly holding in her reaction to him. She had tried that before and all she had achieved was him holding back too. It had only been after she had come to life that he had. She wasn’t going to miss out on that again.

His lips were on her shoulder blade, causing a shudder to go through her. His hands gripped her hips as his mouth traveled down her back. His mouth was hot, in contrast to the slight chill in the room. He came around her slowly, tasting everything as he did. She exhaled through pursed lips, anxious to see what part he was going to kiss next.

Teeth locked her nipple into place while he ran his tongue over it. Her stomach muscles quivered and a small whimpering sound escaped her. By the time he pulled back from her right breast, it was red and swollen. He looked up for long enough to give her a quick smile, then set to making the left breast look just like the right one.

A rumbling moan started deep in her chest, rolled up her throat and filled her mouth. She realized she was walking backward. She thought Collin must be guiding her but she didn’t know how he could be, since he was ravishing her chest. But her feet were stepping back, one after the other, so he must be doing something to make it happen.

When the bed hit the back of her legs, she stopped going backward. Then his hands were between her thighs and she was spreading her legs to give him more room. The need in her was so great that she would have thought it had been years since her last orgasm, not just the minutes since they were in the shower.

His fingers were warm and gentle, barely skimming over her labia. The touch was so soft it tickled. She couldn’t hold back the giggle or stop herself from falling backward onto the bed. Before she could react, his hands were under her ass and dragging her body toward the edge of the mattress. Once her legs were completely dangling off the edge, he pushed her thighs apart. She looked down and all she could see was his eyes over the little bit of blonde pubic hair. There was a mischievous twinkle to them. Then they disappeared as he bent down and kissed the inside of her thigh.

A low, long sound slipped from her lips, but it was out of frustration. It already seemed as if she had been waiting forever for this and he was wasting time kissing her thighs. She wondered how it was possible that the person who gave her the best orgasms was also the same person she wanted to punch at times.

Her body felt as if it were on fire. He had to feel how hot it was. He was right there where the heat was pouring from. She wondered if he would still be taking his time and torturing her when her skin burst into flames. Would that be enough of an indication that she was ready?

Just when she thought he was never going to get to her pussy, his finger brushed her clit. The sudden eruption from her frazzled nerve endings made her jump. She heard him laugh, then his mouth was all over her cunt.

She was so focused on anticipation that her body was not ready for the sudden rush he was giving her. His tongue was like heaven, giving warm, wet sensations all over her. Just when she got used to that, he started with the suction. Sucking so hard that he pulled on her labia was one thing, but when he sucked on her clit she was up trying to pull away from him and screaming while she did.

He held her in place and his head never came up. Once she stopped wiggling, he slid one finger inside her. He was back to licking and it seemed as if everything was getting the gentle caress of his tongue. All the while his finger was finding every single nerve ending inside her.

She wasn’t trying to pull away anymore. Instead her back was arched, trying to give him even more access to her. He was eating her out like no one had managed before. She couldn’t think about anything other than the way his finger was fucking her under the heat of his mouth.

She strained to pay attention to what he was doing and the way he was touching her so that she might be able to replicate it with someone else later. The problem was that she had caught on fire. At least it felt as though she had. There were so many signals being sent to her brain, she could no longer tell what was being touched. All she knew was that it all felt good and she wanted more.

She had been breathing more deeply than usual. Then sounds started coming out every time she exhaled. They were very high pitched, not something she had ever heard before. Then her thighs were shaking and the sounds turned into one long, continuous shriek.

When she finally got her mouth shut, the noise stopped and her thighs back under control, she was mortified. She had never made sounds like that before and
never
that loud. She was going to apologize, but when she looked at him, she didn’t. She could tell from his expression he was very proud of what he had done to her.

He crawled up onto the bed and stretched like a cat. By the time she was able to sit up and turn around, he was lying on his back with his hands behind his head. He was grinning as if he were the one who had been brought to orgasm. She crawled up onto him and sat down on his cock.

“So, do you have any condoms?” she asked.

He did not say anything. Instead, he rolled his shoulders over to open the drawer of his nightstand and pull out a new box of condoms. The twisting of his body was pressing his erection tightly against her. It was a good thing he was getting one out for her, because her body was screaming for the hard cock pressing against her to be inside.

He turned back around, tearing open the plastic wrapper. She backed up, dragging her cunt down the length of his erection. She just watched as his fingers worked the latex down the shaft. It seemed weird to watch as a man touched himself, but she was getting turned on as she did.

This time when she came down on him, she made sure his cock was sliding up inside her. It was everything she remembered it to be and everything she had been waiting for. She liked that she was in control of the pace. Sometimes she took her time, slowly sliding down his shaft. Sometimes she slammed her body down on his.

She knew she was going to be there for a while, so rather than sit up over him, she rested her body on his. He didn’t seem to mind and it gave her access to kiss, lick and suckle his neck and ear. Her legs were tucked up under her and as tight up against his sides as she could get them. All the time his hands were wandering over her ass and up her back.

She wasn’t prepared when the orgasm hit. It wasn’t like anything she had had before. Not even with him. It took control of her body, leaving her helpless against the muscle contractions. Her back arched, but that was something she was used to. What happened to her legs was something else altogether. They unfolded and, in the process, her feet slid under his knees. The muscle contractions didn’t stop there as her legs continued to arch just like her back. She felt like a bow being pulled tight and his body was caught up in it. He didn’t seem to be offering any resistance, so he must not be getting hurt.