Shaken (7 page)

He withdrew a pace from the bed, but it was all he could manage. His hands felt empty without her in them, but he only stared at her. Stripping off the blouse, she wiggled her hips until the skirt was off and dropped to the floor. Sunlight dappling through the blinds cast her skin in a golden glow.

“Stop.”

Her fingers fell away from the bra strap, and she stared at him, poised at the edge of her bed in the sunshine yellow scraps of lace. An exquisitely vulnerable and passionate temptress rolled into one. Gaze never leaving hers, he reached for his belt and pulled it out of the loops and kicked off his shoes.

Her tongue skittered over her kiss-swollen lips, and Tony let out a low, appreciative whistle. “Do you have any idea just how gorgeous you are?”

The pink suffusing her cheeks only made him harder. He didn’t think she was playing the innocent but, despite whatever her experience might be, she seemed so much more genuine than his usual type. The brief flash of Robin irritated him, and he shoved it into the recesses of his mind and padlocked it—that bitch had taken too much from him already. Zip was
nothing
like her.

“I feel beautiful when you stare at me like that.” She pushed her hair out of her eyes, and he wanted to play with it. It would feel fantastic against his skin, hell—it would look great spread against a pillow or draping his thighs. The blatant lust in her eager eyes as she stared at him served to make him harder.

He shoved a hand into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and set it by her bed and next came his watch. When he touched her next, he didn’t plan to stop.

His heart faltered a second when he found his pocket empty. No condoms.

“Son of a bitch.” His cock throbbed, and his world began to crash.

“What’s the matter?” Zip scooted to the end of the bed, one hand reaching out to him, and he shied away from it. He was already on the verge, and, damn it, he knew better.

“No effing condom.” He spit each word out in self-disgust. In his defense, he didn’t carry them regularly, but, after the way the night had been going, he should have thought of it sooner.

“Wait.” She twisted and crawled to the other side of the bed. It gave him an exquisite view of her ass, framed beautifully by the straps of her thong. Groaning through clenched teeth, he ran his hand over the cock tenting his pants. He stroked the length once, hardly enough to still the need vibrating through him.

Her ass swayed, and she jerked open a drawer. “Aha!” Her triumph echoed in the quiet room. She spun around and held up not one, but multiple condoms in a magical array like playing cards. “I’m going to kiss Kaley square on the mouth when I see her next.”

Relief swamped through him, and Tony shed his pants and boxers in one smooth movement. His cock rejoiced at being free, thumping against his belly. “Do your girlfriends always give you condoms?”

The moisture in his mouth fled at the naked heat rising in Zip’s hungry eyes. If he’d had any doubts about her interest, they’d have all died a quick death. A wild grin lit her face. He couldn’t wait to feel his cock glide between her lips, but that would have to wait. He wanted to be inside her, feel her milking him, and he wanted to do it again and again.

Maybe when they’d used all the condoms.

“They were a birthday present….” Zip crawled back toward him with the perfect combination of playful vixen and determined seductress, the fan of condoms seemingly forgotten. “She always says variety is the spice of life.”

“Yeah?” He could take his time now. The gut-wrenching fear that he’d forgotten a condom had poured a cold shower on his raging need, but only enough to give him a measure of control. No way would he blow like some seventeen-year-old kid turned on by arriving at second base.

The room, like Zip, was decorated with layers of color and earthy charm. An oversized queen size bed took up the majority of the space, but antique tables decorated either side of the bed, and an exquisitely carved wooden chest sat at the foot. He absorbed all of it—wanting to know everything about her but, right then, he didn’t give a damn beyond the woman perched at the edge, her nipples standing out proudly from the yellow lace, her creamy skin dipping between her thighs and the scrap of fabric that cupped her sex.

“Yeah. She’s been encouraging me for a while to get out there and take risks. I wasn’t that thrilled with condoms before, but now I think they’re the best present she ever gave me.”

Tony bobbed his head, trying to focus on the words around the rush of blood humming in his ears—torn between hurrying and taking his time. His cock jerked impatiently, and her attention focused on that part of his anatomy. She licked her lips again and grinned. It took everything he had not to puff his chest out and preen for her.

“You’re gorgeous.” The husky whisper kicked his pulse to a racing speed. He’d never been that excited before, and he’d barely touched her. Suddenly, his palms itched to pull her mass of hair free, fist it, and fuck his way into her body while he stared into her eyes. He wanted her to see what she did to him.

“Thanks.” He closed the distance between them, the wild beast inside howling with lust for the beautiful woman staring at him with such intimate and innocent desire. It was innocent, too. She couldn’t possibly have any idea how sweet her blushes were or just how powerful she made him feel with a single stroke of her adoring gaze.

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He couldn’t resist touching her, sliding a finger under her bra strap and stroking her with tender slowness—a single glide of his skin on hers. Goose bumps spread across her flesh, and her nipples tightened. She shivered, and the sensation echoed in his soul. Her skin was peach satin, silkier than her blouse.

She touched him with a flutter, her palm flattening on his chest. How such a simple thing could push him to the edge of madness, he had no idea. Her nails just skimmed along his pec. His heart boxed his ribs as though trying to beat its way out to meet her caress. “I want to apologize in advance.” He murmured the words deliberately, following the path of her bra strap along her shoulder blade.

“For what?”

“If I’m too fast, or too hard, or too rough.” Unhooking the bra with his thumb and forefinger, he grinned at the hitch in her breath at the words,
too rough
.

“Okay.” She rose to her knees, tilting her face to him. “Then I’ll go ahead and say thank you now, in case I’m too spent, too weak, or too dazed with pleasure to say it later.”

The simple response dragged a wave of possessiveness through him. He tugged the bra free and flung it behind him. The little foil packets fell and scattered across the bed, and then she was plastered to his chest while he devoured her mouth in a kiss that scorched reason. Primitive need surged upward when her tongue dueled with his. She wrapped her arms around him, and he followed her willingly. He urged her farther onto the bed, draping over her.

He wanted to explore every inch of her sweet flesh and crowded closer. Her skin was soft. The hard tips of her nipples stabbed at his chest. The faint scents of her perfume, her shampoo, and the very feminine musk of
her
combined in the most alluring of ways.

A low groan vibrated through him, and he nudged her thighs apart. The lacy silk blocked him from stroking her pussy, but his cock reveled at the moist heat a scrap of fabric away from enveloping him. Cupping her breast, he brushed his thumb over the tip. It wasn’t enough, though. He kissed his way across her cheek to her jaw and then lower, grazing his mouth across the other nipple, suckling the plump little bud. It tasted sweeter without the fabric to impede him. His rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, teasing it. Her heart thrummed in her chest, beating harder with every touch, and the little buds tightened further.

Her moan struck a chord in his soul. He drew hard on the nipple—pinching and sucking until she bucked. Her thighs rasped his hips, her butt arching as she ground along his length, the long strokes encouraging him. Thank God for the delicious little thong, or he’d already be so deep inside her she wouldn’t know where he ended and she began.

Her body bucked again, so fucking responsive to every touch. He moved backward, sliding down her body and kissing across the smooth plane of her stomach. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth when he neared the yellow lace drenched with her moisture. He couldn’t wait to peel it off and reveal the sweet, pink labia beneath. She would be perfect there, just like everywhere else.

Hooking his thumbs into the sides of the thong, he tugged it down and appreciated the view. Curls of red waited for him, and he grinned. Her auburn hair was a truer red than he’d realized, and it tickled him. The fabric came away, and all he saw was her glistening arousal and his control shattered.

Glancing up the length of her, he found her dark eyes watching him. She rested on her elbows, tousled hair having come loose to spread around her, like a goddess at rest, and he was the acolyte being given his chance to worship. He dragged the thong down her legs, and she lifted them obediently so he could tug the scrap of fabric away. Her silk stockings, he left.

He smoothed his hands up one leg and then the other. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Nudging her thighs wide, he placed his palm on the hot, moist mound. His cock shuddered, and he felt precum on the tip as it vibrated in anticipation.

He grazed over her clit, and she bucked when he stroked the bundle of nerves. His pleasure grew at her unabashed response, the way her head tilted back, her gasps for air, her breasts arching upward. He rolled the little nub once more, thrilling at the clench of her thighs and the jerk of her abdominals. Using two fingers, he spread her pussy lips wide and watched until she looked at him again.

A question sparked in amongst the arousal, but he waited and, when she seemed focused, he leaned in and licked her. One long, luscious lick from the top to the bottom. The sweet flavor exploded in his mouth, and he craved more. She let loose a long moan. The lust surging in his veins exploded, clawing through him as he slipped his tongue into her damp entrance and then back again to nuzzle her clit.

Hard gasps rocked the bed above him, but he firmed his grip on her legs, holding her steady. He swirled his tongue over her clit, and fresh moisture squeezed from her. She was so close. Her thighs clenched, and only his grip kept her from clamping down on his head. Her bottom rolled on the bed, and her moans grew louder. He eased one finger into the slick channel and nearly wet himself at the hungry squeeze of her inner muscles. When her body bowed, he took her clit with his teeth and groaned low, sending the vibrations through her.

A low cry and hard tension locked her body, and her orgasm rocked through her. Her inner muscles clamped down on his finger. He continued to lavish her clit, soaking up her responsiveness until she was ready, and he pushed a second finger in to join the first, stretching the tight, quivering walls. It took time and effort to work the full length of both fingers in and out. Curving them, he stroked the upper wall until her sharp cry pierced the air, and he petted her through the pleasure. Only when her bucks became little quakes did he press a butterfly kiss to each thigh.

Easing free, he wiped his hand on the bed cover and reached for a condom. Her body was warm and loose, and she reached for him. He’d like to take his time, he wanted to spend lazy hours bringing her to orgasm again and again, but his body demanded more, and he wanted to sink into her.

Prowling up the bed and settling into the cradle of her thighs, Tony fought to catch his breath. Zip’s lazy smile grew, and she took his cock in her gentle grasp. If possible, he hardened further at her light touch. She guided him to her entrance, and they both watched as he nudged inside, and then she gripped his shoulders. He steadied her hips and entered her in a single, hard thrust.

Levering upward, she straddled him fully, and twined her arms around his neck. Thrusting her tongue into his mouth in a fierce mating dance, she mirrored the motion of his cock. He met her greedy demand with one of his own, surging to match her as she rode him. It was the best fucking feeling in the world, and he wanted to drill into her until they didn’t know where he ended and she began.

He stilled, his fingers digging into her hips and slowing her eager rhythm, but her sex clenched, and he groaned. He wanted to make it last, but he couldn’t. Tony cradled her as he lowered her to the pillows. He dragged out of her and thrust in again, pistoning his hips while her hot little sex sucked him deeper and deeper. She thrashed around him, straining the last vestiges of his control.

Zip’s legs locked around his waist, and her orgasm wrenched his own from him, his world narrowed to that one sweet, gliding friction, and he came. He shook with the force of it, his spine turning to liquid, and he collapsed on top of her. Her mouth closed on his shoulder, a tender bite and kiss. Her inner walls flexed along his length, and they seemed to drag him deeper.

“Holy hell, Zip,” he managed to whisper, burying his face against her throat and nuzzling the sweat-slicked skin there, sweet and salty. His hips jerked again.

“Right back atcha, Tony.” And then she giggled, and her pussy spasmed. The sensation pulled another wave of pleasure from him, and it was as though he came all over again.

Chapter Six

Feathery soft kisses brushed her eyelids and tickled the side of her face to nibble her ears. Resurfacing from sleep seemed like a long, lazy swim up in a sea of decadence. Her body tingled, aching in the most pleasant way. “Morning….”

“Afternoon.” His low rumble of sleep thickened the word, and Zip burrowed into the blankets and the hard body snuggled to her side. His masculine scent teased her nose, and she peeled one eye open. She splayed a palm over his chest and curled her fingers, enjoying the way his muscles bunched and flexed under them.

“Hey.” Shyness spiked, but she dragged her head up to meet his drowsy, blue eyes.