BANKS Maya - Undenied (Samhain).txt (5 page)

“Are you close?” he whispered.

She moaned. “Yes, but not yet. Please.”

He smiled and lessened the onslaught of his mouth. “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

She tore her mouth away from his dick and wrapped her hand around it, moving up and down in slow, long motions. Her chest heaved against his belly.

With his fingers, he parted the soft folds of her pussy, stroking, featherlight. He wanted to see her, splayed out over his chest, her femininity bared for him, but at the same time, having to rely on touch and taste was exciting. New. A little disconcerting but in a titillating way.

Slowly, reverently, he pushed one finger inside her, feeling the way the walls of her vagina gripped him. Sweat beaded his forehead as he imagined what it would feel like for his cock to be surrounded by such sweet heat.

When he felt her begin to shudder uncontrollably against his hand, he withdrew his finger and gripped her ass again, pulling her down to his mouth once more.

His tongue found her clit, and he gently sucked the taut bud into his mouth. She moaned and rocked back as her mouth paused on his cock. “I’m going to come,” she gasped out.

He said nothing but swirled his tongue downward, plunging it into her opening. She cried out, and a surge of honey spilled onto his tongue. Her legs shook, her body shook, her hand tightened around his cock.

She cried out as she undulated her hips in his hands. He held her, coaxing her orgasm with his mouth. Several long seconds later, she slumped against his body, her breath coming in big heaves.

She eased off his body. Again he felt the bed dip as she got up. He heard the crinkle of a wrapper. Soon she returned, climbing onto the bed.

She grasped his cock and slid her mouth over the head, sucking and licking down then back up again. Then she rolled a condom on. He waited, nearly breathless with anticipation.

He flinched as her lips met the sensitive skin just above the base of his dick.

“Ready for a ride, cowboy?”

“Oh hell yeah,” he ground out.

Chapter Five

Payton applied lubricant to Wes’s latex-sheathed cock, wiped her hand on one of the hotel towels then tossed it aside. Her body was still trembling from her orgasm but she couldn’t wait to have him inside her.

She wanted to rip off the blindfold so she could see his eyes glazed over with passion, see him when he came, but she wasn’t about to risk ruining the fantasy aspect of the scene she’d carefully cultivated. The last thing she needed was to have his erection die a slow death if he got a chance to think too much.

No, she wanted him to feel, not think. And if she had her way, he was going to feel the best damn sex of his life.

She straddled him, positioning his cock between her legs. She felt him tense as the head brushed across her entrance. She smiled and eased down, slowly, teasingly.

His hands gripped her hips but she batted them away and continued her slow downward assault.

They both moaned as she engulfed him. Tight, so tight. He filled every inch of her, and still she had more to go. Never had she felt anything quite this good.

Her hands came out and she braced herself against his chest as she rocked down on him.

“Payton…I’m not hurting you, am I?”

The concern in his voice made her smile. As she’d done so many times before, she placed a finger over his lips. “The question is, am I going to hurt you?” she teased.

His mouth quirked underneath her finger as he grinned. “Oh, I hope to hell so. I’m a big boy. Hurt me good.”

His hands snuck up her hips again, and this time she allowed it. They glided over her belly and up to her breasts where he found her nipples.

As he squeezed and toyed with the erect nubs, she forewent the slow, measured ride she’d started and began a faster pace. His fingers tightened around her nipples, and he arched his body to meet her movements.

She cried out as he slipped deeper. An ache built within her, blooming, radiating through her senses. She loved his hands on her, tender, giving pleasure. She even loved his concern over hurting her, however misplaced that idea was.

She leaned forward, finding his lips, fusing her mouth to his as his hands gripped her hips, helping her in her ride. His fingers dug into her ass as he lifted her up and down.

“Are you with me?” he whispered into her mouth. “Because I’m close.”

Was she with him? Hell, if he didn’t come soon, she was going to leave him behind yet again.

She reached down, slid her fingers between their bodies until they stroked over her clit. She rolled the tight button and closed her eyes as her orgasm built.

“Oh, yeah, I’m with you,” she said breathlessly.

He arched his hips and began pumping upward in short, hard thrusts. She pressed harder with her fingers, rotating in a tight circle.

As he hit a spot much deeper than he had before, she exploded. Her sharp cry echoed across the room just a split second before she felt the surge of his release ripple through his body.

Once, twice more he thrust hard into her before holding her tight against him as he trembled and jerked beneath her. She slumped forward, pulling her hand from between them.

Slowly, his hands smoothed over her body, moving from her hips up her back in a soothing motion. He rubbed up and down and then in a circular pattern, eliciting a sigh of contentment from her as she lay snuggled on top of him.

She reached up to remove the blindfold, suddenly wanting to see the sleepy contentment in his brown eyes. He blinked as the satin fell away, and what she saw reflected in his dark orbs made her stomach clench.

Nothing lazy or contented about him. He looked hungry, aroused, like he wanted more.

He reached up to cup her face in his hands. Then he pulled her down to meet his kiss. Hot. Carnal. Ravenous.

When she finally pulled away to catch her breath, she stared down at him, studying his reaction carefully. “Like what you see?” she asked.

His gaze dropped to her body, roaming over her breasts. His hand soon followed, touching, exploring.

“Oh, I like,” he said softly.

He pulled her down once again, kissing her more gently this time. With his arms wrapped around her, he rolled them over so he was on top. Then he eased from between her legs.

“Let me get rid of this and I’ll be right back,” he murmured.

She watched as he got off the bed and slid the condom off. He walked to the trashcan and tossed it in before turning back around.

Her gaze ran appreciatively over his body. His cock, even at a state of semi-arousal was a beautiful thing to behold. She stretched, arching her body invitingly. His eyes gleamed and he moved to the bed again.

He knelt on the end and crawled back up, straddling her knees. He bent and pressed his lips to her belly. She shivered as his warm tongue swirled around her navel.

When he looked back up at her, the hungry look in his eyes had intensified.

“What do you say we start this all over again? This time I want to see every inch of you. I want to see you when I thrust into your pussy. I want to see you when you come.”

She opened her arms as he moved up her body. “Mmmm, I like the way you think.”

* * *

Wes woke with a warm, soft body curled up tight against him. One of Payton’s arms was thrown across his chest and her head was tucked underneath his chin.

He felt sated. Heavy with content. A killer kind of tired a man got from having knock-your-socks-off sex. Carefully, so as not to wake her up, he raised his right arm and looked at his watch.

Fuck. He had to get up now and get his ass on the road or he wasn’t going to make it home in time to change and get to work.

Regretfully, he eased away from Payton and sat on the edge of the bed in the dark as he looked around for his clothes and shoes. Finally he got up and turned the light on in the bathroom, leaving the door open an inch so he could see. He returned to the bed and began pulling on his jeans.

“Going so soon?” Payton asked around a lusty-sounding yawn.

He turned back to her and slid his hand over her curvy body. “I have to be at work in an hour.”

“Then you better get going,” she said.

He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Any chance I’ll see you again?” He cursed himself the instant it came out of his mouth. He sounded…needy.

She leaned up on one elbow as he retreated off the bed. The low beam from the bathroom bathed her in just enough light that he could see her soft, tousled body. Her hair streamed over her shoulders, and she clutched the sheet over her breasts with her free hand.

“The wedding is early and I could be persuaded to skip the reception if you were interested in meeting me back here around nine.”

“I’ll be here,” he said as he finished pulling on his jeans.

* * *

He thought about her the whole day. His entire shift was operated on half a brain. Thank goodness it was like ninety percent of all the other days in small town Texas. Mostly boring. A few traffic stops and one domestic disturbance call that turned out to be a false alarm.

By the end of the day, he was a walking dick. He was hard-pressed to even remember the episode from twelve years ago, and he felt like a dumbass for all the angst it had caused him. He and Payton may have both been inexperienced virgins then, but she’d freaking rocked his world last night.

Quitting time came none too soon, but then he realized he’d have to face several more hours of twiddling his thumbs before he headed to Beaumont. He also needed to remember his own damn condoms this time. Thank goodness one of them had been prepared because he’d left his brain behind last night when he’d gone to her hotel.

As he was leaving the station, his cell phone rang. He looked down at the LCD and saw Jeremy’s name. Ah shit. Saturday night. They always got together over at Jeremy’s on the weekends.

Well, he could go over for a little while, pass the time until he headed for the hotel. He’d enlist Gracie’s help if he had to in order to avoid an interrogation about where he was going.

He flipped open the phone. “Hey, man.”

“Hey, you coming over or what? We have beer and a fight ordered.”

“Everyone going to be there?” Wes asked.

“Yeah, the whole gang.”

“Cool. Let me stop off by the house and I’ll be over. Need me to bring anything?”

“Nah, we got it. See you in a few.”

Wes closed the phone and turned into his driveway. He’d shower and change so he could leave straight from Jeremy’s later on.

Twenty minutes later, he left his house again and drove the two miles to Jeremy’s. When he pulled in, he saw Luke’s and Jake’s trucks already parked in the drive.

He walked in the front door without knocking and immediately heard talking and laughing. He sauntered into the living room to see Jake, Luke and Jeremy sprawled in their seats.

“Hey, what’s up,” Luke called.

“Where are the ladies?” Wes asked.

“Kitchen,” Jake said, pointing around his beer.

“Ah well, not that I don’t like y’all or anything, but I’d much rather go say hi to the women first.”

Jeremy chuckled. “Gee, and we wonder why he has them all wrapped around his little finger.”

Wes grinned and walked on to the kitchen where he saw the three women standing around the bar chitchatting. He wrapped an arm around Ellie first and kissed her noisily on the lips. “Hey, gorgeous.”

“Wes!” Her pretty face lit up even as a hint of a blush colored her cheeks.

He turned to Michelle next and picked her up to kiss her. “How’s the munchkin doing?”

“He’s fine,” she said with a smile. “Sleeping right now.”

Finally he turned to Gracie, who winked at him just as he bent down to kiss her.

“You look like a man who got laid last night,” she murmured so only he heard.

“And what does a man who got laid look like, smart ass?” he asked in her ear as he hugged her.

“That shit-eating grin is a dead giveaway.”

He pulled away, and she grinned mischievously at him. “I will find out later. Count on it.”

“Find out what?” Michelle demanded.

“Nothing,” he muttered, giving Gracie a hard look.

She smiled innocently back at him and mouthed “later”.

Later came much sooner than he expected, but then Gracie was determined if nothing else. She cornered him in the kitchen when he’d volunteered to make a beer run.

“Okay, so spill it,” she said as he rummaged in the fridge for the beer.

He gathered the cans in his arms, backed out of the fridge and nudged the door closed with his elbow.

“Demanding wench, aren’t you?”

She grinned. “I just know a juicy story when I see one.”

“I slept with her,” he said simply.

“I’m assuming we’re talking about the chick you said you couldn’t get it up for?”

He laughed. “You’re such a bitch.”

“And you love me for it.”

“True. Very true. Yes, I slept with Payton.”

“Oh, do share. I guess your impotence issue didn’t last too terribly long.”

He winced. “Could you not use that word? It sounds so…medical. I don’t have impotence.”

She shook with laughter, her auburn curls doing a jig on her shoulders. “All right, so your dick suddenly started cooperating with you. That better?”

“Much,” he said with a grin. “I wish I could claim the credit but that goes to Payton.”

Gracie raised her eyebrow. “Now I know I have to hear the rest of this.”

He quickly outlined the events of the night before. When he looked over at Gracie, she looked chagrinned.

“What?” he asked.

“Damn, why didn’t I ever think about a blindfold? I’m so going to have to steal that idea for Luke.”

“Luke having problems getting it up?” Wes smirked.

She flipped him the bird. “Are you suggesting he wouldn’t be turned on by me anymore?”

Wes laughed. “Hell no, I know better. That man can’t be in the same room with you without getting the shakes.”

“So what now?” Gracie said, adopting a more serious expression. “You going to see her again?”

Wes nodded. “Tonight. I sort of need your help getting out of here without getting the third degree. I’d rather not answer a hundred questions.”