The Toy Boy (5 page)

“I couldn’t bear even the thought of another man touching me.”

She moved closer still. His fingers spread out at the base of her back, fringing her ass, drawing more liquid heat from her pussy. His cock bulged; his delicious hardness lured her closer. The beautiful gray in his eyes turned almost black, and the sun glinted off his thick lashes. His breathing sounded like torturous grunts to her ears. She lost herself in him. He enticed her. He beguiled her. She followed with her eyes wide open, unable to turn away, block his power, or fight it. Something clicked in her heart. Something she never felt before. He entranced her, and she allowed him and liked it, and wanted it.

The music died. Her senses prickled to life and she hurried out of his embrace, shaken to the core of her being. Sexual hunger didn’t work that way, her body screamed at her. She shook her head and blamed it on the music, the seductiveness of dusk teasing a blue sky purple, his scent, her deprived hormones, all factors that could easily manipulate lust for … for … like.

When Mrs. Meyer asked Declan to help her collect her dishes and drive her van back home since her driver/waiter had drunk himself into a stupor when no one was looking, she took the reprieve with both hands, wished everyone good night, and sped home.

She took a long shower, alternating the temperature of the water from freezing to steamy hot. The twinge in her pussy remained uncured. Well, too bad. How could she possibly think herself capable of pulling off a no strings attached affair with any man, let alone a man an entire decade her junior? What she needed was her dildo, which he had and made no issue of holding over her head. And her panties. Oh, fuck.

She slipped into a lace nightie that barely covered her bare bum and walked to her kitchen for a cup of chamomile tea. Her phone and the kettle beeped at the same time. Declan. She knew that number. Her hands trembled, indecision making them sweaty. God, she wanted him. She needed him tonight. She answered her phone.

“Let me in.” His rough voice commanded on the other end. She dropped her phone and ran to the entrance, flung the door open, and stared at him. He’d removed his jacket and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal the sculptured strength and tats in his forearms. Her pussy clenched tight.

With his leg he slammed the door shut behind him and made a grab for her. For a split second, his raw sexual masculinity scared her. She never knew such passion, not even with Dean, especially not even Dean, and she had been engaged to him.

She melted into him as he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. He lowered her down onto the bed and went down with her.

For long seconds only their ragged breathing resonated around the room. He smoothed back her hair away from her face. He lifted himself a little away from her body and let his gaze sweep over her lace-embossed breasts. She didn’t need to look at her nipples to know they strained through flimsy fabric for him.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed against her jaw. His fingers glided over her parted lips. Her breath caught in her throat. She never felt more beautiful in all her life.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, Cait. I ached to kiss you, every day for years.”

“Kiss me, Declan.”

Chapter 5

His lips slinked over hers. He hesitated for a brief second before he lowered his mouth over hers. Everything inside her body stilled in quiet awe. That small touch, that innocent wisp of a caress, reached into the depth of her spirit and changed her life.

“Cait,” he whispered. He licked her lips, wetting them repeatedly before he slipped inside her mouth and kissed the breath out of her lungs. She clung to him, too heady to think for herself, too possessed to care about her next breath. He absorbed her into his blood, taking her, making her his. She’d been kissed before, but this wasn’t a kiss; this was a tender stroke of her soul, a sensation so surreal in its intensity she felt as if she floated in the clouds with heaven at her feet.

His hands waded through her hair; the scent of her shampoo filled the air as he tightened his grip and changed the pattern of his kiss. Sinful. Blazing hot flames licked at her skin. He plunged her mouth, dominating her, enslaving her to his power. She relented, giving him everything he demanded from her.

His hand traveled from her hair down the side of her body, releasing capsules of heat in his wake. The fever inside her made her delirious. Agitated, she parted her legs, grinding her naked pussy into him.

“I need you. Now,” she whispered in his ear.

He kneeled between her open legs and ripped aside her nightie down the middle, the insubstantial lace tissue in his hands as he revealed her nakedness. She couldn’t wait. She wanted him inside her, all of him. She raised herself up and grabbed at the buttons of his shirt. She struggled to part the cotton and grew frustrated with her inability to get him naked.

“Help me,” she begged as his teeth nipped her shoulders and his tongue eased the sting. “Now. Please, now.”

In answer, he flipped her over, and dragged her down the bed until her feet dangled over the edge of the mattress, the breath knocked from her mouth with one
whoosh
of a sound.

“On your hands and knees.” She’d do anything for him, anything as long as he touched her. She tilted her head, her gaze following him as he walked to her closet, opened the door, and found her favorite red silk scarf hanging on a rail inside the door. He folded it in half and then half again and wound the fine cloth around his fists. A thrill enveloped her as he leaned over her and blindfolded her. Instant darkness engulfed her. All her senses zoomed about for a few seconds before they settled and sharpened to compensate for her loss of sight.

He ran his blunt nail down her spine, into the curve of her ass and down between it. She shivered at his touch, at the sound of his growl as he took handfuls of her ass and separated them. She gasped when she felt the heat of his mouth near the overheated flesh of both her pussy and ass. Her hands coiled into fists as his tongue licked her, from the bottom to the top.

His fingers delved into her soaked opening. Her spine arched as she gyrated her hips against the pressure inside her. The scissoring motion of his fingers created a deluge of hot liquid gushing out of her. Her jagged breaths almost collapsed her entire body, but he raised her up again. With his wet hand, he circled the bud of her ass. His erotic strokes on a part of her body she never allowed anyone to touch sent her over the edge. She hauled herself up, desperate to sink the whole of his finger into her virgin ass. The need so mindless it scared her.

“Down,” he ordered, deserting her. Cool silk eased between her legs, relieving her hot pussy for a second before embossed embroidery tickled her clit—he used the decorative large, thick bolster pillow on her bed. The firm but soft log kept her legs apart, her ass in the air. He bit into her ass, hard enough to bring a small pierce of pain and erotic enough to melt her skin. His tongue circled her ass. She scooted away from him in blissful shock. Her clit brushed against the embellished rose on the cushion; she could see it her mind’s eyes, sending frissons of delight to her pussy. He rimmed her again. She rubbed her clit against the cushion again.

“God, Declan, put something inside me.”

His finger glided into her ass and the fragrance of baby oil permeated the air. Her nerves shattered at the enthralling penetration. Two fingers inside her and her temperature spiked into a fever. The faster he thrust into her, the faster she chafed her clit against the pillow. She quaked as he slapped her ass, loving the swift smack that heated up her flesh, begging him to do it again.

The second sharp whack emboldened her. Spellbound, she rocked her hips, increasing the friction on her clit, taking his fingers deeper inside her and encouraging him to fuck her ass harder. He sucked a mouthful of her ass, strong deep pulls that would leave her already reddened backside exquisitely bruised. She couldn’t take another sensation like that without coming.

“Come for me.” The rapid thrusts of his fingers in her ass shook the whole of her body. At his instruction, she opened herself to him, letting go of the guard she barely held on to. The violence of her orgasm stormed through her whole body and was celebrated in her voice as she shouted his name over and over again. As the last cycle riveted through her, he kissed her ass and removed his fingers, leaving her to slump exhausted over the cushion. She closed her eyes and tried to steady her breaths, but the thudding of her heart refused to ease.

She gasped as he curled his arm around her waist and effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing, brought her to stand against him, her back to his chest. His hand enclosed around her breast, his palm stroked her achy nipple, and his tongue rolled the side of her throat. Her knees buckled. The warmth of his hardened chest and muscular thighs seeped into her, reviving her fire. His cock, so brilliantly hard, nudged her ass. He was naked, the glorious thought revitalizing her. She turned around, her hands raised to the blindfold on her face. She wanted to remove it and see him in nothing but his gorgeous tanned skin. He cuffed her wrists in one of his hands.

“Not yet,” he murmured. His lips slanted over hers. Her hands ran down his body, over his sculptured chest, bumped over his eight-pack, and when she reached his cock, he bit her lip. She dragged her lips away from his and kissed her way down his body, sinking to her knees the lower she got. With nothing but her sense of touch and smell and sound, she hugged his cock with both her hands, heard his growl, and felt the muscle in his thigh quiver. She stroked him against her cheek, inhaling his clean male scent. Her thumb soothed his hot leaking head. She flicked her tongue to gather a sample of his taste and almost died from pleasure. She opened her mouth on him, taking him deep in one go. His hand clutched a thick chunk of her hair as she sucked him. The more he pulled at the strands, the more insistent her mouth became. She wanted him to come down her throat. She thirsted to feel him that way.

She whimpered as he picked her up, drawing her away from his cock, and threw her onto the bed, disorientating her. The soft crackling of foil thrilled her. Finally, he would fuck her. She shivered as goose bumps erupted on her skin. Heat and moisture plunged to her pussy, turning her crazy with want. “Lie back.”

She bit her lip. The mattress dipped between her legs. Her pussy contracted. The tip of his cock nudged her entrance. He lowered his weight over her and thrust deep into her. She shuddered at the splendid intrusion, topping her to the brim, reaching all her hot spots swiftly.

She lowered the blindfold from her eyes. Her vision immediately filled with the image of him, so beautiful, so solid, so wrong. A white-hot truth surfaced in her mind. That same feeling she felt when she danced with him.

I’ve
fallen for you.
The truth taunted her. The impossibility mocked her. She tossed it to the back of her mind for later analysis. Only when she was alone could she think clearly without any silly romanticism lingering in the air and discover her relationship with him was nothing more than what it was—physical attraction and not an emotional one.

“Fuck me, Declan.” She pushed into his chest and he complied, reversing their positions without disconnecting their bodies.

*

Declan would give her that much for now, allowing her to take control, to dictate the movements, to call the shots where her pussy was concerned. But not again. The next time he’d claim her in no uncertain terms, and she’d know she belonged to him.

Her tits bounced up and down before his eyes, full, firm, round yet femininely soft. Her hips swayed over him, increasing the tempo of her pussy’s clutch on his cock. Her hair, a lovely mess of chocolate-colored tresses, framed her face and fell down her back.

He gritted his teeth, damned not to come inside her before she came over him. He reached up and latched onto a nipple with his teeth, sucking the hardened tip into his mouth. His hand curved around her ass, kneading her flesh until she threw her head back and moaned. He caught sight of her exposed clit. His hand drifted down her body. His fingers flicked at her slippery button. She came, her thighs tightening around his waist as she squeezed out her climax.

He didn’t let up. Removing himself from her, he lifted her up and slithered down between her legs until she sat on his face. He caught the residual liquid desire of her orgasm with his tongue and started a new one. The wetness of her folds, her sweet unique taste blinded him; he couldn’t think beyond her, after her. She took seconds to come again, and this time he had to be inside her.

He brought her back onto his cock. His penetrations rough, hard, fast. She begged for it. Riding him with the same intensity, he fucked her.

“Do you trust me?”

Confusion milled through her hazy eyes.

“What?”

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?” He stilled inside her. The pause killing him. His angry cock tortured him for making her stop. “Answer me.” He clasped her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him.

“I—”

“Now. Do you trust me now, Cait?” he said, his voice raw with urgency. Dammit, he needed her answer. He needed to know if she’d let him do anything to her. Understanding shone through her gaze.

“Yes,” she answered. “Yes.”

Declan flipped her over and slipped from her. He kneeled between her legs and skimmed his hand down the center of her body, over her wet pussy, and down to her ass. Realization dawned in her eyes now.

“I want this.”

Her answer was a gasp that portrayed her excitement and fear at the same time. He snagged a bottle of baby oil off her dresser and squirted it over her pussy and ass. Turning her onto her knees was not an option this time round. He wanted to see her face as he penetrated her ass.

He massaged the oil into her pussy, soothing away the pounding of his cock and his mouth, and relieving her. She raised her hips and tossed her head from side to side. He followed that with a generous squirt in her ass, scooping up what dripped onto her bed and forced it into her ass. The closed-up flower throbbed in his hands. He knew lubricating her turned her on in a whole other level. As he thrust his fingers inside her ass, three this time, she inched her own hand toward her pussy and started to play with her clit, her fingers easily falling between the slick folds of her cunt.