Skin on Skin (5 page)

He ravished her with hot, lavish strokes of his tongue, searing sucks of his lips. She’d never had a lover do this to her and now she knew what the fuss was about. The moist pull of his lips, the firm thrusts and flicks of his tongue were beyond anything she’d ever imagined, even in her hottest fantasies.

The tip of his tongue circled her clit once, twice, then furrowed into her slit, licking firmly up and down before thrusting inside. She squirmed to get closer. The soft hard penetration was at once mind-blowing and maddeningly unfulfilling. She needed something harder, thicker, driving inside.

As though he read her mind, he slipped his tongue from her snug canal and again fastened his lips around the pulsing bud of her clit. One finger, then another, stretched her wide and the combined pressure was enough to make her shout. His low murmurs of pleasure and the soft, sucking sounds of his loving sent flashes of heat radiating from her clit to every nerve ending in her body.

Pleasure coiled like a spring low in her pelvis, and she rocked against his mouth, urging him to suck her harder, to fuck her deeper with those skilled fingers. Her orgasm hit her in an explosion of color and light, gold and red bursts firing behind her eyelids. She had a fleeting hope that she wouldn’t launch herself backward over the railing.

Luckily Tony was there, sliding up her body and wrapping his arms around her. The cool, crisp fabric of his shirt rasped against her heated skin and she shuddered as he devoured her mouth. Her own musky scent clung to his lips, mingling with the scent of his lime shaving cream.

He sucked and bit at her lips, pulling her hands up to the front of his shirt. Obligingly she worked her way down the row of buttons, eager to get him as naked as she. He rained hot kisses on her cheeks, ears, and neck as she spread his shirt open with a satisfied murmur. He leaned in and she gasped at the first contact of skin on skin. The wiry hairs dusting his chest teased her oversensitized nipples and she pressed closer, rubbing against him like a cat in heat.

He ducked his head and tongued her nipples in teasing flicks. His hand closed over her wrist and he slid her palm against his erection, pressing fervently against the fly of his trousers. “Feel how hard you make me? I bet I could punch this through drywall.”

Frustrated by the barrier of clothing, she impatiently unbuckled his belt and unfastened the trousers. Her hand shoved inside the waistband of his boxers and now her palm overflowed with red hot silky smooth skin. She traced her fingers over the head, slid lower so she could grip him. Her mouth went dry.

“Oh my.”

“What?” His whisper was choked.

She hadn’t realized she’d said anything. “You weren’t kidding?”

“About what?” She could barely see his face in the moonlight, but his gaze had gone so dark and vague she would have been surprised if he knew his own name.

She slid her fist down his shaft in a measuring glide. “The dildo.” Her thumb traced the impressive breadth of the head, dipping in the little slit at the tip to capture a thick pearl of fluid. “I think you are thicker.”

He groaned and closed his fist over hers, thrusting his hips and guiding her motion, showing her how to pump him until he was rigid and throbbing and all but pulsing out of his skin.

“There’s a condom in my pocket,” he growled. “Get it out.”

Were they going to do it out here?

“Now.”

The harsh, demanding tone was one she’d never heard from Tony. It brooked no argument. It sent a fresh spurt of moisture to ease the way of that maddeningly thick cock. She reached in his front pocket and fumbled around a bit, finally extracting the small foil packet.

“Feeling pretty sure of yourself, were you?”

“Sometimes it pays to be optimistic. Now put it on me.”

She did, so thrilled by the idea that he’d premeditated sex with her that she didn’t even flinch at his domineering tone.

The second the condom was on, he cupped her face in a gentle, sensuous kiss that belied his barely contained sexual aggression. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Lauren.”

Gently he turned her around and placed her hands on the rail. He pressed close until his chest was sealed against her back, the tip of his cock teasing the plump folds of her pussy. She groaned in anticipation as his fingers dipped down between her legs, spreading her open.

He probed, bending his knees a little and then, oh Jesus, he was sliding inside. She bent forward, tipping her ass up to give him better access, as the slide and stretch traced the thin edge between pleasure and pain.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured, a hand coming up to play with her breasts. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he eased back, then slid forward again, going deeper this time, “but it’s so hard to hold back when all I want to do is fuck you hard and fast.”

She clenched and jerked around him, her body attempting to suck him deeper, even though it wasn’t quite ready. He rocked against her, easing his way in until finally he was buried to the hilt. She shifted and squirmed against him, trying to adjust to the sensation of being so thoroughly penetrated. With every move, the tip of his cock nudged against nerve endings she never knew she had, outside and in, until finally she began working her way back and forth, in tiny little strokes.

His hands seemed everywhere; on her breasts, on her ass, fingers sliding into the juicy folds of her pussy to tease her clit. She shuddered as a puff of warm, moist air tickled her ear and his tongue snaked out to lick her earlobe.

He settled into a slow, easy rhythm punctuated by strums of her clit and hot wet kisses on her neck, shoulders, cheeks, lips. His breath sawed in and out of his chest, mingling with the distant crashing of the waves and the rush of the night breeze.

“No!” she let out a frustrated cry when he suddenly pulled out. Her pussy throbbed in protest, angry to be denied the orgasm that had hovered so near.

“I want to watch you when you come. I want to see your face.” He pulled her through the sliding glass doors and shoved her back on the bed so hard she bounced. She lay there, legs sprawled. The bedside lamps were on, and suddenly a wave of embarrassment threatened to eradicate all thoughts of pleasure. The few lovers she’d had were strictly the lights-out-under-the-covers sort, and they never seemed inclined to study her with the intensity Tony exhibited.

She reached for the bedspread folded at the end of the bed.

“Don’t you dare.” The lusty growl stopped her dead. “Don’t you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”

He slowly peeled back his shirt and her self-consciousness fled as she focused on the unbearably delicious picture he presented. Thick, ropy muscles banded his chest and arms, broad shoulders tapered into firm, rippling abs that epitomized the term “six-pack.”

And lower…lower was the most impressive erection she’d ever seen, in person or in porn, shiny, wet, and straining toward her like it couldn’t wait to get back inside her.

Impatiently, she scrambled to her knees and helped him shove his boxers and pants the rest of the way down, laughing at his curse when he had to pause and take off his socks and shoes.

Then he was climbing on top of her, pausing to remove her sandals as he hooked one, then the other leg around his hips. “Put me in,” he whispered, guiding her fingers down between their bodies. She gripped his shaft, guiding him forward until the tip of his cock brushed against her sex. She slid him back and forth, bathing him in her juices until neither of them could stand to wait any longer.

This time his penetration was strong and smooth, and they both groaned as he sank all the way to the hilt. He hooked an elbow under her knee and gripped the headboard as he began to thrust—heavy firm strokes that went beyond anything Lauren had ever experienced.

She thrashed and squirmed under him, fingers digging into the silky flesh of his back as each thrust sent a bolt of electricity sizzling through her. The bed frame groaned and so did he as she ground against him with every stroke, seeking the firm pressure of his pubic bone against her clit.

His brow furrowed in fierce determination, his eyes gleaming as he struggled to hold back his release. His arms shook with the effort, fingers trembling as they traced the curve of her cheek.

“Lauren,” he whispered, voice breaking as he plunged deep. “I can’t wait.” His lips pressed into a thin line as he fought for control. “
Shit.”

His cock jerked and throbbed and he held himself deep inside her, gripping her hips so tight she knew she’d have bruises. His unmistakable loss of control hurled her over the edge, and with a sharp, high cry, she came, clenching and milking him as she sought to drain him of every last drop of come.

He collapsed on top of her, resting a minute before capturing her mouth in a long, lazy kiss. “Damn it,” he murmured, licking his lips as though savoring her taste, “I didn’t get to watch you.” He waggled his brows suggestively. “Next time.”

N
ext time.

He’d just come so hard he’d nearly blacked out, and already he was thinking about the next time.

He gently eased himself from her body, his cock making a halfhearted attempt at revival as her slick tissues tugged at him. Flopping over on his back, he pulled her close until her head rested on his chest, trying to quell the anxiety swirling through his brain.

Jesus, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d so completely lost control. But everything about her drove him insane, from the way she looked naked, to the way she tasted, to the sexy sounds she made as she came. His heart still pounded and his hand shook as he played with the soft ringlets piled on top of her head.

This intense reaction meant nothing, he told himself firmly. This bone-deep satisfaction, and his eagerness to experience it all over again, was to be expected, after his longer than usual dry spell.

Right. And that was why he simultaneously wanted to flee and curl himself around her and never let her go. This had been a mistake. But as he looked down and met her uncertain gaze, he knew he’d slit his own wrists before letting on that he regretted sleeping with her.

She smiled awkwardly as she twined her fingers in the mat of hair dusting his chest. “Did we really just do that?”

Determined to keep the mood light, he replied, “We sure as shit did.” She nuzzled her lips against his neck as he gently removed the clip holding her hair up and his fingers burrowed in to massage her scalp. After a moment, he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “And it was about a million times better than I ever imagined.”

She flushed, looking embarrassed and pleased. “So I was okay?” She winced and blushed redder. “You don’t have to answer that.”

“You were amazing.”

She turned her face into his chest. “Oh, like you’d really tell me the truth if I sucked.”

“No, you didn’t suck, not that time, anyway,” he laughed, relaxing as they settled into their usual banter. This was good. They weren’t getting too deep or too analytical about what was happening here. “But I’m hoping you’ll get around to that.” That earned him a glare. “That part when I was trying to drill you into the mattress, you felt that, right?” he teased.

She nodded begrudgingly.

“I think it’s safe to assume I’m not lying,” he teased.

She curled back into his chest and threw a leg over his. Never a big fan of postsex cuddling, he found himself savoring the feel of her silky curves pressed against him. He couldn’t stop his fingers from tracing ticklish patterns down her spine, over her ass, and up around the smooth skin of her shoulders. Languor set in and he almost felt as though he could sleep, until she whispered the question he’d been dreading.

“What happens now?”

He jerked his hand from her back, then reminded himself to play it cool. Hoping she hadn’t noticed his startled reaction, he continued the soothing caress and tried to put her off. “Well, I’m going to rest up a little bit, get some more condoms from the bathroom, and go for round two?”

She propped her forearms on his chest and gave him an admonishing look. “You know what I mean.”

He met her look warily. “What do you want to have happen?”

Lauren rolled her eyes. Typical guy, twist it around so she had to make all the decisions. Like she could tell him the truth.

Well Tony, I hope this means I’m your serious girlfriend and that you’re falling in love with me. When we get back to Donner Lake, maybe I should just pack up my stuff and move into your house.

Yeah, like that would go over well.

Instead she settled for the most sanity-saving, least heartbreaking option.

“I’d like to be able to go back to the way we were before. You know, friends.”

“Friends who fuck?” he asked with all the eagerness of an eight-year-old wheedling for an X-Box.

She slid her gaze from his face. If she stared at him too long she was likely to give him anything. And now that she knew what she’d be missing, she wondered if she was crazy not to enjoy his amazing bedroom prowess as long as he was interested. “I’m not really good at that sort of thing,” she admitted. “Despite all my mom’s advice over the years, sex tends to make me get attached. So I think we should view this weekend as an isolated incident, and go back to friendship as usual at home.”

“So this is like a weekend pass, then everything goes back to normal?” His palms spread on her ass cheeks and squeezed.

Her back arched. “Exactly. What happens on the road stays on the road.”

“So I have until midnight tomorrow?” He pulled her up his chest until he could nuzzle his face between her breasts.

“Yes,” she sighed. Her stomach suddenly reminded her she’d barely eaten at her parents’ party. She started to push off him but he stilled her with a firm grip on her hips.

“Where are you going? I only have twenty-four hours left.”

She laughed, an unfamiliar, girlish giggle. Huh. Maybe Tony’s wonder dick had tapped into some previously undiscovered reserve of femininity inside her. “I’m hungry. I’m going to order some food.” She pushed harder, playfully wrestling as he tumbled her over on her back, pinning her.

He ground himself against her belly, the bulge of his penis half hard and stirring. “Just give me like, thirty seconds,” he whispered, leaning down to nip at the soft inner curve of her breast, “and I’ll have a nice, thick sausage for you to chew on.”

She laughed in delight, marveling at how good it felt to be with him like this, laughing and joking as always, but with the added bonus of postcoital bliss.

She was so screwed.

Once her giggles stopped, Tony obligingly rolled aside and let her leave the bed. He figured she needed nourishment to keep her strength up. And then there was the added bonus of getting to watch Lauren walk across the room naked to fetch a robe from the closet.

Uh huh, he had a big, fat salami for her all right. In the light cast from the bedside lamps, he could make out the subtle play of muscle in her legs as she walked, the flex of her arms and shoulders as she donned the thick terry-cloth robe. Not to mention the soft jiggle of her truly world-class tits and the firm plumpness of her ass.

He had a sinking feeling that there was no way would this weekend be enough. It would take weeks, possibly even months of round-the-clock fucking for him to get his fill of her strong sexy body. He couldn’t ignore the twinge of regret at the thought that this wouldn’t go any further than this weekend. But he trusted what she said about getting attached. He knew Lauren wasn’t the kind of woman who could have an ongoing sexual relationship with someone without wanting commitment.

All the more reason to make every single minute he had count.

She hung up the phone and settled back down on the bed, curled against his side. Snatching the remote from the bed stand, she flicked on the TV and turned to ESPN.

He grinned. Talk about a dream woman.

Pretending to focus on the highlights from the Giants game, he nonchalantly slid his hand under her robe, up her thigh, until it rested just beside the cinnamon-colored curls of her bush. She grabbed his wrist to halt his progress. “Room service will be here soon,” she whispered through clenched teeth, even though there was no one to overhear.

He leaned over her, his other hand coming up to tug at the right lapel of her robe until her full breast was bared. She tried to slap his hand away. “Cut it out. I’m trying to watch this.”

But he heard the catch in her breath, saw the telltale flush creeping up from her throat to her cheeks, saw how that delicious brownish pink nipple hardened before his eyes, begging to be sucked and licked. He was only too happy to oblige.

“Okay, then.” He ducked his head and tongued the stiff peak, groaning himself at the sweet salty taste of her. “You watch, and I’m just going to suck on your tits and play with your pussy until the food gets here.” He slid his fingers between her clenched thighs. A soft, shuddery sigh escaped her, as she tried to maintain her composure.

Her thighs parted infinitesimally at the insistent probing of his fingers. He turned his face, nuzzling the other side of her robe over to reveal her other breast. He nipped the other nipple and was rewarded by a fresh wash of cream over his fingers. He didn’t think he’d ever felt a woman get so wet, so drenched and ready for his cock. Good thing too, considering how small she was inside. He sucked her nipple hard and groaned at the remembered tightness. She’d gripped him like a fist, so tight at first he almost couldn’t move, even with all her natural lube.

His thumb circled the plump kernel of her clitoris as his fingers sought the hot, clinging tightness of her vagina. Both slid in more easily now, now that she was soft and stretched from his cock. Her gaze was still fixed on the TV, but she arched her hips forward and spread her legs wider, inviting him to delve deep. Tiny muscles fluttered and clenched, clinging to his fingers as he slid them in and out. His thumb pressed more firmly on her clit, eliciting a soft gasp and another gush of moisture.

Sexy little moans erupted from her throat, and she gave up all pretense of watching television. Tony watched her beautiful whiskey eyes go all blurry and unfocused, saw her mouth go soft and slack, as she twisted and squirmed against his hand. His cock throbbed against the smooth skin of her thigh as he unconsciously rubbed back and forth.

He wanted to sink inside the dripping heat of her pussy, but something compelled him toward unselfishness. This time was just for her. He wanted to revel in her pleasure, show her how much he loved to make her come. Somehow he suspected few in her past had. She was the sexiest, most responsive lover he’d ever had, and he wanted to make sure she knew it.

“That’s it, come for me. I love to see you. You’re so hot and wet against my hand.” He pressed and circled her clit, so tempted to put his mouth on her and suck up her delicious juice, but he was riveted by her face and didn’t want to miss a second.

And then she was coming, her orgasm clenching around his fingers in firm ripples that made his cock jerk in envy. Her brow furrowed, her teeth caught her lip and her eyes started to drift closed.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered, wondering where the primitive, domineering urge came from. He’d never felt it with anyone but her. “I want you to look at me. I want you to know who’s making you come.” Her sharp cry echoed through the room as she spasmed and shuddered, shaking the bed with the force of her climax.

“Oh, God, you are so beautiful when you do that,” his hand pressed against her mound, sending aftershocks through her limbs. He rained kisses on her flushed face, not sure what he loved more: the sweet startled look on her face as she came, or the vague, immensely satisfied expression that immediately followed.

A sharp knock interrupted his musings. Lauren’s eyes went wide. “The food!”

Tony stole one last kiss and slipped from the bed. “You get the door while I go clean up. Although,” he paused, bringing his hands up to his face, and made an exaggerated sniffing sound. “I don’t know if I ever want to wash my hands again.”

“Gross!” she shrieked and beaned him with a throw pillow on her way to the door.

By the time he got out of the bathroom wrapped in his own robe, she had set the tray bearing a fruit and cheese plate, shrimp cocktail, and an enormous chocolate sundae on the coffee table. He snagged a bottle of red wine from the minibar and snuggled down next to her on the sofa. She smiled up him uncertainly, and he knew she was having a hard time taking this all in stride.

He poured them each a glass of wine and held his up for a toast. “Cheers.” He watched her sip her wine and leaned in for a kiss. “I’m really glad I came with you this weekend, Lauren.”

“I’m glad, too,” she murmured, then sat back, face flushed with color as though worried she’d admitted too much.

They ate and watched TV, and thankfully she loosened up after the first glass of wine. He poured her another and asked the question that had nagged him before he got completely distracted by sex.

“So what’s the deal with you and Brandon?”

Her glass paused halfway to her mouth as she turned to look at him. He watched as she deliberated whether or not to tell him.

“Do you really want to hear this?” she asked, buying time.

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”

“I may not have your experience, but even I know not to discuss old lovers with new ones right after you’ve had sex.”

Bingo. “So you
were
lovers.” Jealousy, uncomfortable and unfamiliar, gnawed at his belly. As a rule, he didn’t care who his lovers had slept with and who they were going to sleep with, but the thought of Brandon running his perfectly manicured metrosexual hands all over Lauren made him physically ill.

She grimaced, realizing what she had revealed. She took a fortifying sip of wine and sat back on the couch with a derisive snort. “As if you could call it that. Brandon was my first. It was uncomfortable, it was awkward, and it was over in about two minutes.”

“On behalf of all men, let me offer my apologies.”

She smiled at that, but her eyes were a little sad. “It was my fault, really. I crossed a line I shouldn’t have.”

His confusion must have shown because she continued. “Brandon was my best friend in junior high and high school. As you can imagine, with everyone knowing about my mom, I didn’t exactly play up my femininity.”

“You didn’t want everyone to think you were like her.”

“Right,” she grimaced. “So I became a total tomboy. I was big and tough anyway—”

“You’re not nearly as big as you seem to think,” he interjected.

“In high school I was, comparatively, but that’s not the point. Point is, guys just saw me as one of them, and I liked it that way.”

“Until?”

“Senior year. I decided I was in love with Brandon. I think it was more that everyone around me was having sex and dating and I felt left out. Anyway, I actually bought a skirt and a tight tank top, borrowed my mom’s makeup and went over to Brandon’s and seduced him.” She threw her head back with a wry laugh. “Poor guy. He thought I’d been kidnapped by aliens. Anyway, we did it and it was awful, but I thought, okay, we can improve, now that he’s my boyfriend.”