DeeperThanInk (7 page)

“Tell me,” he said from around her breast, as if he could
read her mind.

Her clit went from throbbing to a constant, agonizing ache
as her orgasm built. Becca couldn’t help it, she bucked against his shoulders,
needing more, but he ignored her. She tossed her head to one side and arched
her back, dislodging his mouth. His fingers automatically squeezed. But not
hard enough.

He released her nipple so quickly she cried out in
frustration.

“Say it,” he ordered,

“Please,” she moaned, unable to say more.

His lips found her once more, nipping hard as his fingers
pinched her puckered flesh at the same time. Becca cried out as a small
orgasmic wave hit her. As quickly as it was upon her, it was gone and she
dropped her body back to the mattress. She opened her eyes and watched the top
of his dark head descend as he kissed his way over the inked, double-tailed
mermaid that swam across her upper abdomen. She tried to catch her breath but
he was already tickling her navel with the tip of his tongue. She knew the
pattern he traced. The red and blue beveled star that surrounded her
bellybutton. It was the tattoo that had started it all.

He worked his way lower and expectation rocketed through
each and every nerve of her body. The ones that had somehow remained dormant
and the ones that were sparking like live wires. His thumbs circled her
hipbones before he grabbed the sides of her thong and tugged. She moved her legs
to help him then immediately returned them to their previous position. His hand
returned to her hips before drifting downward to trace her nearly hairless
bikini line. He alternated his strokes, up and down the modified arrow of pubic
hair, the caress moving her engorged labia against her clit and she opened her
thighs a little more.

“So hot,” he said, exerting more downward pressure so her
outer lips plumped further. She could come like this, her labia slicked with
her own desire, rubbing her clit just so.

Chad dragged his fingers lower, the heels of his hands
maneuvering her thighs even wider as he skirted around her clit and brushed the
very top of her swollen folds. He pulled her labia aside until she was fully
exposed, her clit no longer surrounded by skin that might buff it to the point
of release.

Becca lifted her head. She wanted to see as well as feel.

His gaze drifting over every secretive crevice she
possessed. She was unsure of his intent and his perusal made her nervous. A
rush of liquid oozed from her from her slit and she admitted to herself it
wasn’t nerves. It was curiosity.

“So pink.” He moved one of his hands and gently stroked her
inner folds with the tip of one finger, staying away from her pulsing clit.
“And wet.”

He wiggled his finger from side to side and Becca’s thighs
tensed. If he just moved his hand higher and did that. He looked at her, his
grin a deadly combination of sexy and innocent. It ratcheted her right back to
a level of full-blown lust.

“I’ve tried, baby. I really have. But I just can’t wait any
longer.”

His tongue circled her clit at the same time his finger
mimicked the motion and slid into her pussy. Becca slapped her palms against
the mattress, forcing her to forgo watching Chad to focus on the heat that was
flooding through her limbs.

The way he went down on her was random, no rhythm or tempo
or direction. But that one long finger was another matter. He stroked her inner
wall with an unrelenting, steady motion that was quickly driving her to another
peak. Perspiration broke out above her brow, under her breasts. Like a wanton,
she bent her knees, planted the soles of her feet on the bed and let her legs
fall open. Not caring how wanton it seemed.

“Mmmm. Good girl,” he murmured against her flesh.

The vibration pushed her to the peak but he slowed the
movement of his fingers, keeping her at the precipice but not allowing her to
fall over the edge.

“Nooo.” She wrapped her hand behind his head, forcing his
face against her pussy. “I want more.”

He finally closed his mouth over her clit and hummed his
approval. It was too much.

“Faster,” she ordered.

He offered her a tiny amount of suction, never completely
removing his mouth from her clit as the pressure pulled and released her nub,
over and over without actually touching the engorged kernel of flesh.

The heat, the wet. The tug, the release. Becca curled her
toes, the edge of release drawing closer. His finger thrust faster and just as
she was about to come, he latched on to her clit and sucked her firmly between
his teeth.

She closed her eyes, uttering a long, low moan as her body
shook. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes and she watched until they had
dwindled to little pinpricks of light. They were fucking amazing.

Her body was still quivering when she felt the mattress dip.
She opened her eyes in time to see him rolling off the bed. He stripped out of
his pants, pulled a condom from his nightstand, had his cock covered in record
time. She hadn’t even had a chance to enjoy the sight of his buff body in all
its glorious nudity.

One tiny condom can’t be considered obstructing the view.

“Tiny?” Becca whispered aloud. Her inner voice was insane.

Chad gave her a questioning look. “What?”

Now might be the time to offer a cohesive comment. One he
couldn’t misconstrue.

“Ribbed for my pleasure,” she asked, opening her arms.

“Lubed for your pleasure.”

“I hope I’m not too wet.” She stared at his penis, curved
upward in the perfect way. Long and thick. He wrapped his palm around the shaft
and stroked upward, over his the head of his cock and back down again.

“You can never be too wet.” He crawled onto the bed and she
scooted backward to give him more room, propping herself on her elbows. He
brushed her clit and she jumped, surprised it was still sensitive.

“I thought that was ‘you can never be too rich’?” She smiled
as he moved closer.

He slid the lubed tip of his cock up and down her inner
lips, exerting pressure and pulling back but never inserting fully.

“Believe me, Becca. This is way better than gold.” They
locked gazes and he eased into her partway with one slow steady stroke. She
stared at the determined set of his jaw, his straight nose, his clear blue eyes
that held a hint of concern. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she assured.

He gave her a less-than-convinced look and didn’t move.

Why did men never believe a woman when she said that? The
hell with talking him down from the ledge of misplaced apprehension.

Becca grabbed onto his ass as she’d wanted to from nearly
the first day she’d met him and inch by magnificent inch guided him deeper.

Chad let her pull him into the snug, warm wetness. He
stifled a groan. The reality of burying himself inside Becca’s pussy was a
million times better than any fantasy he’d concocted. He was pretty fucking
pleased with his performance thus far. She was more orgasmic than he’d
imagined. He never wanted to forget the expression on her face when he had
looked up from between her thighs and watched her shatter.

“You fit perfectly,” she said, her green eyes beginning to
lighten. He had always liked that shade, but now that he knew what it took to
make them the deepest of greens, he was probably going to change his mind. Or
at least do more research on the subject.

His lizard brain wanted to bang her. Right now. Without any
more foreplay. But Chad wanted to last as long as possible. Her fingers felt
good trailing around his hips and over his abs. She stayed there awhile,
playing with his bellybutton, tracing his six-pack. Avoiding his cock. Which
worked for him since he needed to harness a little control. He wanted to
thrust. Wanted to show her how in tune he already was to her body.

That bout of finger-fucking had shown him all he needed to
know. Well, maybe not all, but enough to guarantee there was at least one way
he could make her scream. A little more practice and there was every chance his
girl would be riding the waves of full-body ecstasy.

Your girl, huh?

He leaned back, nearly pulling his cock free from her. With
pure, selfish pleasure he watched her sex draw him inward, her inner muscles encircling
him like a new layer of skin. He rocked his hips, a short pivoting motion that
allowed him to thrust slowly. He listened to the little sounds she was making,
learned that a firm forward stroke usually elicited a quick intake of breath.

He’d intended on being the teaser, but her pussy was more of
a temptation than he imagined, making it clear he wasn’t going to last as long
as he’d like. Warmth was already spreading up his shaft, making the head of his
cock more sensitized. The soft skin covering his testicles tightened, forcing
his balls high. He didn’t want to switch tack so soon but he moved forward,
bracketing her shoulders with his hands as he anchored himself.

Chad picked up the tempo but kept his thrusts shallow. Her
“oh fuck” was proof he was right where he needed to be, hitting the sensitive
zone behind her clit. The one some people claimed wouldn’t do a damn thing.
He’d beg to differ. He had tasted the difference in her juices when he’d
stimulated her with his finger. He stroked into her a few more times, his cock
head throbbing before driving deep, just once.

Becca reached for his shoulders and he stared into her eyes.
It almost broke his rhythm, that look that bordered adoration. He hadn’t
expected it. Wouldn’t read too much into it, no matter how much he’d like to.

“Shit. Oh.
Fuck
.” She grabbed his arms and dug her
nails into his biceps, inadvertently pushing herself away. It made it more
difficult to thrust, but Chad didn’t care. He wasn’t switching gears yet. He
picked up momentum, the shallow strokes working for him now but he liked his
deep thrusts at the end. Hoped they worked for her as well because his release
was building.

He glanced down at Becca’s breasts, making them rock more as
he thrust quicker. He swooped down, nipped at one, maybe harder than he would
have liked but she wrapped her legs high around his waist and started to
whimper. He couldn’t remember reassurance sounding any sweeter than the grunts
and gasps slipping from her mouth.

He dropped to his elbows and pressed his temple against the
side of Becca’s head, their bodies nearly fused into one as he rocked into her.
Her pussy seemed alive, contracting around his cock slowly at first and then
with a quickness that he wasn’t quite ready for. Her cursing escalated and he pumped
harder.

They didn’t need to go together, but it would be fucking
perfect if they did. He leaned his head back, surprised to find her eyes shut
tight, her face contorted. “Hang on, baby.”

His words prompted a loud moan and a second later the grip
around his legs faltered.

“Just a little bit, more.” He pistoned faster, felt her
stiffen, then he thrust deep. Once. Twice. A third time. His groan sounded way
too loud for his ears. Her legs went limp and slid down his outer thighs and he
drove his cock into her once more, his release making his limbs shake.

He took a few moments, listened to the pounding in his
temples and hoped he wasn’t too heavy for her. Her arms snaked around his body
and he smiled when she hugged him. Nothing to worry about. She stroked his back
and he knew she meant it to be soothing, but it was only making him nervous.
Now would be the moment of truth. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to raise his head
and try to discern what she was thinking and he knew damn well her mind would
be racing in about a minute or two.

He wasn’t so egotistical that he thought he could render
Becca Wiley speechless for long. He chuckled then rolled to his side and took
her into his arms. Waiting.

“Well, that was fucking
awe-some
.” She singsonged the
last word and he started to laugh.

Becca eased out of his embrace and propped herself up on one
elbow. Her dark shoulder-length hair was tousled, her skin flushed, her bra
undone but still on. She looked like a freakin’ goddess. An image of the mural
on the ceiling of the club flashed through Chad’s mind, of how Becca had the
same satiated look on her face.

His cock twitched. She saw the movement, rolled her eyes and
flopped onto her back once more. She bent her legs and crossed one naked knee
over the other, swinging her leg back and forth. An aerial version of her
nervous tapping, he assumed.

“What are you thinking?” Chad asked, knowing it was probably
a loaded question.

“That it really is the middle of the day and I’m ready to
fall asleep.”

“We can do that,” he said, placing his forearm across her
stomach and pulling her closer. “Once you quit jiggling.” She dropped her legs
and snuggled into him. It felt pretty damn good. Eventually he’d have to get
rid of the condom.

She didn’t say a word and his chest began to tighten with
dread. Was she going to take a nap and then leave? Maybe the assertive
approached hadn’t been the way to go.

“And afterward.” He was throwing it out there. Balls to the
wall. “Then what do you want to do?”

She let out a long sigh. “Dinner. Here. Naked.”

“Really?” He looked down at her, watching her eyelids start
to open and close slowly. “I’ve got two things in the fridge.”

“Mushrooms and eggs,” she said hopefully.

“Jack and shit. So pizza it’ll be. With a nice red.”

“Mmmmm. That sounds wonderful.”

“But no nakedness for the delivery dude. I tip him well
enough without that,” Chad teased.

Becca wiggled against his side, repositioning her head
against his chest. Getting comfortable, he imagined. She placed a quick kiss
just above his right nipple and his heart stammered.

“Sheesh,” she whispered. “You’re no fun.”

It was the perfect opportunity for a “words hurt” moment.
But he let it go because he wasn’t sure if his voice would even be steady. And
she was already asleep.