Sweet Arrest (6 page)

"We shouldn't do this.” She ran her thumb over her mouth. He reached for her, but she moved out of reach. “You could get into trouble. I don't want to be responsible for that. I'm in enough all by myself."

Grumbling at her logic, he stood, paced back and forth in front of her. With clenched fists shoved into his thighs, he kept his hands off of her. “You're right, I guess. What then? Shall I take you to a hotel?"

She blushed.

"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that,” he hurried to explain. “I just meant so you wouldn't be staying here. This is a one bedroom apartment, and the couch isn't comfortable."

"Says the man who's seven feet tall.” Her giggle sounded shaky. “I know you didn't mean
that
."

He watched her fiddle with her fingers, but drew no clue as to what the problem was with the hotel, if she didn't expect him to stay there with her. He ran through what she had said about her family, hoping one of them could take her in. But no, she had said they were not close. “It's the only safe alternative."

Her voice turned wooden. “My credit cards are maxed, my bank account all but empty.” Shame stole over her face. The words were a punch to his gut. She was dealing with being accused of murder, along with the insecurity of a failing business. A lesser person would have crumbled by now. Feeling selfish, he didn't want to give her the money. He wanted to push her to stay with him.

"You have two options,” he began. “You can stay here with me, and I do mean
with
me. Or I can give you the money for the hotel. We can get things squared away at your house tomorrow."

She blushed then grew serious. “That reminds me, how did you secure the back door?"

"As I mentioned, the lock was jimmied, not destroyed. I locked it again, and jammed a chair beneath the knob."

"That works in real life?"

He nodded. “Yes.” He wanted to yell,
stay with me
, but didn't.

After a while, she stood and stumbled in the direction of the hall. “Where's the bathroom?"

He pointed. “First door on the right."

"I don't suppose you have anything big enough to fit me? Like a gigantic T-shirt?” She emitted a trembling giggle."

Dare he hope? “You could just wear nothing."

Her eyes widened, but she looked like she squeezed her legs together. His words had excited her. He did everything he could not to snatch her into his arms and take what they both wanted.

"I mean after that. I can't walk around buck naked.” When he took in her body from head to toe, lingering on the more interesting parts, she grumbled, putting her hands on her hips. “Stop picturing me naked, and tell me if you have something for me."

With all the innocence he could muster, he strolled past her just allowing his arm to brush across her nipples. “Oh, I have something for you all right. Can't wait to have you wrap your hands around it."

If he thought he would shock her, he was surprised. She spun around to follow and grabbed his ass chuckling. “Mm, I look forward to it."

Connor scoured his drawers for a tee and then readied the shower. He intended to coax her into taking one with him, but while she had been forward in the living room, in the bedroom she hung stiff by the doorway looking like a scared little mouse. Suspecting she would forget her shyness if excited enough, he tossed the change of clothing on the bed and faced her. Kicking off his shoes, he crossed his arms over his stomach and grasped the ends of his shirt to pull them above his head. A'isha moaned on glimpsing his bare chest. He wasn't vain, but he knew he had a decent body. Pushing himself at the gym and sometimes on the jogging trail was a requirement to keeping it that way.

"You like what you see, baby?” He wiggled his eyebrows while unfastening the button at his waist. Her lips parted, and her tiny pink tongue darted out to swipe across them. His rod twitched. He pushed his jeans low on his hips, taking his boxers with them. A smattering of curly sable hair peeked out. Her intake of breath hadn't skipped by him. She liked his strip tease, and it was igniting his lust like nobody's business.

She swallowed. “Yes. Keep going. Let me see what you have for me."

He stopped moving.

"What are you doing?” she shrieked. “Not changing your mind?"

He linked his hands behind his head, grinning. His erection held his pants up, hard as it was. “Come here, A'isha. I want you to finish undressing me."

"You're very bossy.” She scooted over and dropped to her knees. As she rolled her palms over the outsides of his legs, she moved her mouth close to his shaft flashing those wide eyes at him.

He panted. She was too sweet for him. A woman like A'isha should have a softer man, one who treasured her and gave her the world. Not him. He would only cause her heartache. Just last year, he'd had to have a bullet dug out his side. If he knew her then, and she loved him, that would have torn her apart.

"What are you thinking about? You have a serious look on your face for a man about to get a blow job,” she teased.

"Don't say that."

She hesitated. “You don't want it?"

He pulled her to her feet. “I want it. Come let's start this in the shower while the water's warm.” Where he had wanted to take his time, bring her and him to a violent orgasm. Now he wanted to get to it. Guilt at using a woman who should be loved instead ate at him. They were adults. She wanted this as he did. This was sating their lust. That was all.

Something told her he saw her just as many other men had seen her. Like she was a doll to be coddled and treasured. She knew sometimes her personality could give the impression of innocence, even density. But she had a build up of serious sexual need inside just like anyone else. And if she had to seduce Connor and take what she wanted from his hot body, she would do it.

She would get him worked up enough under the warm spray so he missed her many physical flaws. Stepping into the shower, she glanced over her shoulder at him in the bathroom doorway. He all but stuck his tongue out like a hungry puppy. While insecurity had her wanting to cover her dimpled rear, she ignored it and rotated the bar of soap in her hands until they were foamy. Then she ran palms over her breasts, teasing her nipples with her thumbs and tilting her head back with a moan.

"No!” he exploded.

She chewed her lip to keep from laughing.

"Don't do that yourself. I'll do it.” He climbed in front of her and slid the shower door closed. Like she did, he soaped his hands, his eyes reflecting the eager longing he had to get his hands on her big breasts. “Damn, they're big. I can't believe the treat I'll have sucking those nipples. A'isha, how can you be so beautiful? Come here, baby, let me pleasure you."

In a few words, he washed her doubts away at whether he found her desirable. He could scarce rinse the suds down the drain before taking her puckered nipple between his teeth. He sucked hard, making it pop from his lips only to rush taking it in again to repeat the process.

A'isha groaned and pushed her fingers into her swollen center. Her fingers slick with her juice, glided deep in and out, and she pinched her nub between her fingers, pulling until she cried out. “Oh Connor, I want to come right now."

"Not yet. Please not yet.” He left the one nipple and moved to the other. The same tormenting treatment brought her to the edge of an amazing orgasm, but he backed off the second time. She protested.

Licking his way down her body, he watched her, she knew, gauging her reaction to him. The sensations tightening the muscles in her womb, the anticipation of knowing he was about to eat her, was driving her insane. He had to know that!

His tongue dipped between her legs, burrowing between her labia and on into her tunnel. She cried out, seeking blindly for the rail above the soap dish to keep from falling. Raising one foot to the side of the tub, she pushed her hips forward. The sounds! He lapped at her, slurped and dragged her juices into his mouth, smacking hungrily like she was the best-tasting dessert he had ever enjoyed. He grunted, pushing deeper, and he gripped her ass to drive her hard to his mouth.

"Connor!” she cried out. “You'll suffocate yourself."

He sucked and ate harder. When he moved to her nub, the button was too sensitive. She jumped away. He followed, capturing her again to feast. His cruel mouth showed no mercy. He tugged on her little nubbin. It hurt too good. The climax came without warning, splashing down over her body, tightening in her womb and making her body vibrate with its force.

A'isha took hold of the back of Connor's head and pumped his face. She rode out the orgasm while he never stopped sucking until she sagged, weak toward the tub floor. After he had greedily licked away every drop of her come, he drew back.

"I'm guessing you liked that."

She slapped his shoulder. “Your turn."

He looked away. “You don't have to."

"You're not getting off easily.” She retrieved the soap and began to wash his massive body. Every inch of his skin was taut across solid muscle. Just as he did, when she washed away the suds, she tasted his salty flesh. A white man. She had never dreamed of it, but Connor was perfection. She reveled in the color, the tanned skin even on his stomach and upper thighs. She wondered if he laid naked in the sun.

"Your body is amazing,” she told him, taking his erection in her hand. She'd never been bold with a lover as she was now. But Connor made her desperate to have him. Fear could not stand in the way of it. She kissed the bulbous tip and swiped her tongue over it. Connor jumped, growling. Checking to see if she had hurt him in some way, she glanced up. His face had grown red. “What's wrong?"

She had asked the question just before tucking him between her lips and drawing on his tool. He shouted and drove a fist against the shower wall. “Fuck, A'isha, I'm going to come too soon! Your mouth..."

"I want to taste you.” She gave him her sexiest smile. “Do it."

He howled again. “Don't talk like that.” His balls rose, but she pulled back, sliding him out of her mouth. Kissing along his thighs, she waited for him to settle. He panted, hitting the wall with softer punches. “I'm sorry. I just want you so much. I can't believe you're here with me."

"You should be used to getting any woman you want,” she teased. “Sexy detective? Any woman would be leaping on your lap at the snap of your fingers."

He sighed. “Problem with that is, I have special tastes."

"What kind?” She kissed the underside of his shaft. It twitched.

"A woman with a body that's so soft and curvy, I am always ready to come when I'm around her, and when she takes my dick in her mouth, I can't control myself.” He pulled her up from her knees. “If I'm going to come too soon, I'm going to do it buried to the hilt in you."

He shut off the tap, and guided her out of the shower. With gentle hands, he dried her body and his own, then tugged her into his room. Soon they were face to face on the bed. He ran a hand down over her breasts and tucked a fingertip in the valley between them. “I want to move in right here."

She laughed. “You would suffocate."

"Then I would die an insanely happy man. Damn, you're sexy.” She squirmed under his scrutiny. “Get on your back."

She rolled over to obey.

"Look at you,” he demanded. His gaze swept from her eyes to her lips, down to her breasts, farther to her apex. He pushed her legs apart to examine her there too. “Wet again."

"How can I not be with you talking like that and looking at me?” She considered him with her head tilted to the side. “You're just horny. The lust has blinded you to my belly, my hips and my thighs."

"Then lust, be my master!” He positioned himself between her thighs. “I have always loved a woman with meat on her bones. Soft and luscious. Breasts wonderfully more than a handful. I don't care what other men want. I want you, A'isha."

She shook at his intensity “Take me."

He plunged in, rough and fast. Her knees sprung up, and he drilled deeper, all the way to the hilt just as he had said.

"For fuck's sake, woman, how can you be this tight!” He growled, driving in and out. “You're going to make me come before I get started. A'isha, I'm going to need to make love to you all night long."

She couldn't respond. The fit was tight. He filled her, stretching her insides. It had been so long, and Connor was more than average in thickness. He shifted her heels to the air and bounced deeper. She screamed when another orgasm took her. “Connor, I can't take it."

"A little more, baby. A little more."

She came for the third time. A body couldn't come so soon with little rest, but she rolled into a fourth. His shaft touched on that sweet spot inside her passage, and each hit of his wide head sent waves of pleasure coursing over her body.

He nipped and licked the insides of her knees, massaged her thighs, all while he pumped deep inside her. Pulling his shaft all the way out, he watched her through slitted eyes then drove in. When she neared her seventh orgasm, he reached up to pinch and twist her nipples. She shouted his name. Finally, he came. The warm flow coated her womb, and his hips spasmed, his eyes closed. His stuttering words spoke volumes about the bliss he experienced to rival her orgasms.

Settling at her side and drawing her into his arms, he sighed. “That was amazing.” He kissed her ear. “I was serious about making love to you all night. I will be ready soon."

She laughed. “Wow, I lucked out, huh? A man who can go like the Energizer bunny?"

He smirked. “How old is that commercial? But yes, give me a few moments. Did I hurt you? I was a little too enthusiastic, I realize now. It's been a long while."

"For me too.” She flipped over to face him. “You didn't hurt me.” Her shyness returning, she lowered her gaze to his chest. “I've never had a man to bring me to orgasm seven times in a single session. I've heard tell of the ... what is it? ... G-spot? That had to be it. So powerful. I feel like I could bow to your prowess."

"And I feel like preening like a lion at your compliments.” He laughed, sitting up and pulling her. “Come on, perfect woman. Time to clean you up so I can enjoy the best meal I've ever eaten."