Bigger Than Beckham (19 page)

“Fuck, Martha,” he whispered. “You’re so hot
and so wet. I can’t wait to get inside you.”

She gave a little moan. “Well, then, what the
heck are you waiting for?”

“First I want to get a good look at you, and
then I want a taste of your sweet pussy,” he said.

She couldn’t hold back a startled laugh as he
spun her back around and she almost tripped over her heels. “Tony,
I’m going to keel over in these things,” she said, clutching at
him. “Let me take them off.”

“No way, babe. You look way too hot in them.”
He leaned in and nipped her lower lip. “And good enough to
eat.”

Then he straightened, looming over her as he
held her steady. She stared up into his handsome face, captured by
the wild burn in his dark eyes. His bronzed features were pulled
tight and hard with vital emotion, a passion and sensuality that
tore through her with hurricane force.

His hands moved over body, across the flat of
her stomach and down to cup her mound with a sure sense of
possession. “You are so goddamned beautiful,” he said in a husky
voice.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she sighed,
reaching for him. “But I wish you’d take that damned shirt
off.”

“But then I’d have to take my hands off you.”
He dipped below the lace of her thong, flicking a fingertip between
her soft inner lips.

“No fair,” she said in a squeaky voice,
rising up on her toes. “I’m practically naked and you have
all
your clothes on.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” he
replied, delving his other hand between her thighs, too.

Glaring at him—not an easy thing to do when
one’s mind is melting with fevered lust—she made a quick grab for
the hem of his t-shirt and yanked it out of his pants.

Laughing, he finally let her go and pulled
the shirt over his head. Martha took one look at his naked chest
and leaned back against the wall, clutching one hand to her chest
and letting out a dramatic sigh. She couldn’t help it because Tony
had about the best set of pecs and abs she’d ever seen on a man,
and she’d seen some damn good ones. She’d known he was in great
shape, of course, but in fact he was some kind of freaking god,
with broad shoulders, brawny arms, and defined cuts of bronzed
muscle rippling down his chest to his stomach. A dusting of dark,
masculine hair covered his pecs and narrowed down in that delicious
line that, for her, had always pointed to heaven. Martha knew the
beauty of the athlete’s body, but Tony exuded a sense of strength
and power that blew her away. He was simply the most gorgeous man
she had ever seen.

“You like?” he asked, gently mocking her.

“You’ll do,” she purred, reaching for
him.

But when she began to trace her fingertips
over the cords of muscles on his chest, he caught her by the
wrists.

“Hands off, love. My turn first.”

“If you insist,” she said in an airy voice,
leaning her shoulders against the wall.

“You do like to play with fire, don’t you,”
he said, giving her a hot, narrow-eyed inspection, his gaze
lingering on her breasts. He reached over and flicked open the
front clasp of her bra, letting them spill free completely.

“Is there any other way?” she quipped,
tossing him a cheeky smile.

Her pathetic attempt to regain control died a
quick death when he went down on his knees before her. As his big
hands came to her hips, curling around them, she drew in a
shuddering breath. Another spike of excitement caught her low in
the belly, and a soft rush of moisture dampened her thighs.

Carefully, he touched the pink bow on the
front of her thong. “So pretty, Martha,” he murmured, skimming his
fingers along the top edge of the lacy scrap of fabric. “Everything
about you is so bloody pretty.” Then he hooked his fingers around
the thong and dragged it down her thighs, exposing her neatly
trimmed blonde curls.

“Gorgeous,” he rasped.

He spread her lips with his fingers and
leaned in, dragging his tongue hard across her clit. Martha groaned
as she flung both arms wide against the wall to steady herself. A
sharp spasm caught her inner muscles, pulsing deep with a luxurious
ache. When she tottered on her heels Tony grasped her hips and held
her firmly against the wall.

Then he settled in to devour her. Delicately,
at first, as if he was savoring an exotic delicacy. But as Martha
begin to moan, writhing under the delicious play of his mouth on
her sex, his fingers bit into her hips, holding her still. Pressing
into her, he flicked his tongue directly on her clit, pulling a
strangled shriek from her lips.

She froze and her gaze darted to the door.
The suite was built like a bunker, so she had no worries that
anyone would hear her, but had she actually remembered to lock the
damn door? If anyone walked in on them—

Tony’s mouth fastened hotly on her sex,
sucking gently, and Martha let out a frustrated whimper. Her climax
hovered out of reach, her focus split between the spiraling demands
of her body and her worry that someone might walk in on them.

Good going, Martha. This is so the best sex
you’ve ever had, yet you’re thinking about whether you locked the
freaking door.

“Don’t worry, you locked it the moment we
were through the door,” Tony said in a dry voice. “I kind of
wondered about that at the time.”

“Oh, ah, that’s good,” she stuttered, looking
down at him.

He sat back on his heels, a sardonic smile
twisting his lips even as he let his fingers drift up to play
between her thighs.

“How could you tell I was thinking about
that?” she asked, feeling silly.

“Let’s just say I was pretty tapped into your
state of mind. Fortunately, I remembered that you did, in fact,
lock the door. So there’s no need to interrupt what we’re
doing.”

“Ha. Well, bully for me for having such
amazing foresight,” she joked.

Tony shook his head. “You’re a funny girl,
Martha Winston.”

Then he pushed two fingers into her sheath,
and her lame jokes were blasted into oblivion. He leaned in,
sucking on her clit while he slowly pumped his fingers, sending her
to the edge of orgasm.

“Oh, God,” she gasped. “I can’t take much
more of this!”

She struggled to open her legs wider to him
but her thong, wrapped in a tangle around her thighs, prevented
her. Tony pulled his hands from her, grabbed the thong and
shredded, dropping the tattered silk and lace to the floor.

“That’s one way to do it,” she managed,
insanely excited by the ridiculously alpha male gesture. She’d
spent quite a bit of money on that particular thong and bra set,
but it had certainly done the job. She’d never been much for the
caveman type of guy, but on Tony Branch it looked very good.

“I’ll buy you all the thongs as you want,” he
murmured.

Spreading her wide and sliding his fingers
deep inside her, he hit a sweet spot that made her gasp with
pleasure. As she went up on her toes, his mouth came on her again,
sucking on her hard little bud, consuming her with a hunger that
made every muscle in her body shake with passion. The sight of his
broad, gleaming shoulders between her thighs, her legs spread wide
to accommodate him, the hungry expression on his face as he moved
his tongue over her in a slick glide, was the most erotic thing she
had ever seen. And when he twisted his fingers inside her just a
little bit, playing her so deftly she couldn’t even describe
exactly what he was doing, he sent her right to the very edge.

Sobbing, she clutched his head with both
hands. “Tony, do something now, or I’m going to kill you.”

He growled against her, then pressed his
tongue hard on her clit. She exploded immediately, her climax
washing over her in waves of beautiful, wracking contractions.
Unable to help herself, she let out a half-strangled cry of
pleasure.

A few seconds later, she began to slide
toward the floor, her bones dissolving into sated mush. Tony pulled
away from her and stood, bringing her back up with him.

“That was fun,” she gasped as he wrapped his
arms around her waist. “At least for me.”

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Now it’s my turn.”
He lifted her off the floor and took two steps to the couch, easing
her down to sit.

With a happy sigh, Martha nestled back into
the plump cushions, enjoying the feel of the soft brushed cotton
against her naked skin. Her orgasm had been spectacular, enough so
that she should be too blown away to even
think
about doing
anything more. But watching Tony pull the rest of the clothes from
his gorgeous body was enough to get any girl’s libido charged up
again.

“Wow,” she breathed, sounding like a total
fan girl as she watched him step out of his clothes. Gorgeous was
an understatement. The lower half of his body was just as yummy as
the upper half. His hips were lean, and his powerful, long legs
were corded with muscle. Even better was the spectacular erection
that sprung proudly before her, just at eye level. That wasn’t a
damn thing about the man that didn’t make her mouth water.

Except for the harshly delineated scars on
his knee. Those looked nasty and painful, and her heart clutched at
the sight as she remembered how he’d been forced into
retirement.

“Does that hurt,” she asked, pointing at his
knee.

He glanced up from ripping open a condom he’d
extracted from his wallet. “What? My knee?” He smiled at her and
shook his head. “No, it feels fine. But something else has a
powerful ache, I can tell you.”

As he unrolled the condom over his erection,
he gave her a comic book leer. “Think you can help me with that
problem?”

“Come right here and let Nurse Martha take a
good look at that,” she teased. “I’m sure I can figure out
something to do about it.”

He grinned. “I’m counting on it.”

Then he was leaning over her, taking her
mouth with a sweet passion. He lingered, kissing her with a hunger
that grew quick and urgent. When she broke away, gasping, trying to
draw him down to her, Tony gently pushed her back on the sofa.

He moved on top of her, spreading her legs
wide and coming between her thighs. She started to wrap her legs
around him, but stopped. “My shoes. I’d better take them off before
I stab you with my heels.”

“No way. I’ve been having fantasies about
them all night,” he said.

“But I don’t want to poke you with the
stilettos.”

He reached back one arm and guided her legs
into position, tight against his thighs. “Don’t worry. I’m the only
one who’s going to be doing any poking around here.”

She groaned and fell back onto the cushions.
“Tony, that was really bad, even for you.”

Tony propped himself up on his elbows,
grinning down at her. He looked so handsome and powerful—so much
the fantasy she’d often dreamed about these last two years—that her
heart fluttered madly.

“I can’t believe we’re actually going to do
this,” she whispered.

He leaned down and kissed her on the tip of
her nose. “It’s been a long time coming, hasn’t it, mate?”

She laughed, glad he’d broken the tension.
“Is this the kind of thing you usually do with your mates?”

“No,” he said, and his eyes went all
lusciously dark and smoky again. “But it’s what I’m going to do
with you.” He pushed slowly inside her, parting her slick folds
with his outrageously thick erection. It drove the air from her
lungs and she skated on the edge of pain. But the feel of him
inside her, rubbing against every clenching muscle, soon had her
drowning in pleasure. And when he began to move, she wrapped her
arms around his neck and arched into him.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Rub those sweet
tits against me, babe.”

She didn’t do it to tease him. She did it
because she had to, because it felt so wonderful to rub her tight
nipples across the cut muscles of his chest, dragging the exquisite
points of sensation through his coarse hair. She was awash in
sensation, her entire body winding tight as he thrust into her. He
felt hot and huge, and when he reached under her, tilting her
bottom up to bring her clit into hard contact with his groin, she
cried out, almost pitching over the edge.

But she didn’t want it—not yet. She wanted
more of this hard ride. She wanted him to stay inside her,
connected with her in all the ways she’d dreamed about and given up
on a long time ago.

Biting her lip, Martha held on tight,
refusing to let herself go. She clutched his iron biceps, forcing
her eyelids open against the daze of pleasure that threatened to
shut him out. She didn’t want to miss one moment of connection with
him, even if it meant denying the wild satisfaction her body
craved.

Tony surged into her with a steady, drugging
rhythm, his eyes narrowed to black, glittering slits that tracked
her every move. His skin was bronzed under the soft lights of the
suite, his warm scent an intoxicating mix of clean sweat and
healthy male.

“Come on, love,” he whispered. “Let yourself
go. I want to see you come apart in my arms.”

Martha clamped down hard, holding back her
impeding orgasm. “Not yet,” she said through clenched teeth. “Feels
too good.”

But there was another reason she held back.
She needed him to let go too, preferably before she did. He had
overwhelmed her.
This
had overwhelmed her in a passionate
display of emotional fireworks. She was hanging on by a thread,
biting back words she didn’t want to say and that he surely
wouldn’t want to hear.

If he lost control first, she might—just by a
whisper—be able to hold all that wild emotion at bay.

His eyes flared hot, as if she’d issued him a
challenge. He slid one arm low around her back and grasped her hip
with the other. With an easy, but stunning display of strength, he
brought her up and then arched her back over his arm, thrusting her
breasts up in a tempting pout. As he bent over her, she heard him
utter two words.