Feverish (Bullet #3) (15 page)

And then he slowed down, achingly slow. She
pulled one of her hands out of his hair and thrust it into her own,
afraid she might start yanking on his head and demanding he put her
out of her misery. As soon as she adjusted to the new speed,
though, he started flicking his tongue quickly again. It was as
though he didn’t want her getting used to anything.

She gasped, unable to keep up with the rush
of sensations moving through her body, because even though his
tongue was focused but on one place, she could feel one of his
hands sliding up her belly toward her breast, and she was taut and
tingly all over. Once again, her brain built up to the edge, ready
to let her give in to a killer orgasm.

He must have known. Maybe it was something
about the way she was sucking air into her lungs or the way she
held his hair in her fist, but he slowed his tongue action again
like he had before. She let out a frustrated groan at that point,
because he was torturing her. She was in agony. She knew, though,
that she wouldn’t have traded it for anything. She made herself
relax, knowing that it was going to happen no matter what—it was
just a matter of when he chose to take her home.

Then it was worse, because he took his tongue
off her completely. “Say it, baby.”

She could barely talk. It came out more as a
gasp. “Say what?”

“Say you want me.”

She opened her eyes to look at him. There was
no question. “God, yes, yes, I want you. Please don’t stop.”

He smiled at her, a wicked smile, the kind of
smile a father would never want to see on a man looking at his
daughter. As her eyes closed and her head dropped again, she became
aware of her discomfort as her ass was on the edge of the loveseat,
but he touched her clit with his tongue again, and it was
forgotten. Just like before, he gave her a couple of slow strokes.
But then he sped up again. This time, though, he didn’t stop, and
she felt like she could let herself go. She gasped a deep breath of
air and just focused on the sensation below. And then it came upon
her, hard, fast, and furious, and she let out a loud groan, willing
her legs to stay open while he brought her untold pleasure. At that
point, she couldn’t tell at first if he was moving fast or slowly,
but then she realized he’d slowed to somewhere in between, and the
waves of her pleasure were controlled by each stroke of his tongue.
It wouldn’t stop.

Fuck, was he incredible. She finally begged
him to stop, because it was just too damn intense. She was pressing
his head away now, and she said, just a breath, “Stop, stop, stop.”
She lay her head back on the cushion.

He licked up the side of her thigh and said,
“I thought you asked me so sweetly to
not
stop.” She could
hear the smile in his voice.

She let out a long sigh. “That was
before.”

He kissed her up her belly, sucking in the
flesh gently before moving up further. When he got to her face, he
said, “Oh, no. You
are
completely wiped out.”

Her eyes fluttered. “Nope. Not even. I just
need a second.”

He was kneeling next to the loveseat. He
kissed her neck, and she knew then that she was quite satisfied. If
that was it for her for the night, she’d be great. But she knew
herself too well and knew that if they kept going, she’d be more
than happy to pursue another rockin’ orgasm. She wound her hand
through his hair and brought his lips to hers. Oh, yeah…that kiss.
That was enough to get her going again.

Emily knew Clay was probably hurting by now.
So when the kiss ended, she said, “You gonna fill me up now, big
boy?” She hadn’t exactly been able to tell through his jeans; the
only thing she’d been able to tell was that he had nothing to be
ashamed about.

He grinned. “Yeah, but I don’t have any
condoms in here. I gotta go get one.”

“Where are they?”

“They’re in my room. Why, do you have any in
yours?”

She wished. Her room was closer than his. No,
she didn’t want to be in her room right now. That damned laptop
would remind her of Bryce. No way. She shook her head. “No. To your
room it is.”

“You comin’ with?”

“Yeah. You don’t have a problem with that, do
you?”

He smiled again. “Hell, no. That should save
some time.” He stood and she could see his jeans bulging.

He held out his hand to help her up. She
stood and felt self-conscious, because she was completely naked,
and Clay wasn’t. He was still wearing his jeans, and they hadn’t
been unbuttoned. But he wasn’t leering at her; he was on a mission.
Once in the hall, though, she put her hand on his chest and pressed
him against the wall. She got her face close to his and he kissed
her. She cupped that bulge in her hand and rubbed him until he let
out a groan. She liked how his hands squeezed her ass. She was
definitely ready again. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her.
With both hands, she unbuttoned the top of his jeans. “Come on,” he
said, grabbing one of her hands and leading her down the hall.

Ah
…so he was getting close. She
smiled, feeling a little devilish herself now. When they got to the
living room, she walked a little faster and stood in front of him.
He smiled at her, and he was amused, but he also looked beyond
horny. His eyes looked as though he were only half with her, like
he had to hide part of himself away to stop himself from losing it
before he was ready.

So she took his hands and guided him around,
then pushed against his chest with both hands, willing him to sit
on the couch. He chuckled. “What are you doing?”

“Shh.” She straddled him and kissed him hard
on his lips. She could feel him through his jeans, ready to
explode. She was going to do to him almost exactly what he’d done
to her. When their lips parted, she scooted back a little, dragging
her fingers down his chest, letting her nails lightly scrape his
skin until she got to his waistband. Once there, she eased herself
the rest of the way off the couch and she grabbed his zipper. She
grinned at him. “Your turn.”

He took a deep breath and smiled again,
resting his head against the back of the couch, relaxing a little.
Finally, she was able to get his zipper down and she pulled the two
sides apart. She had a couple of surprises. One was that Jet (yes,
Jet) was commando. The second was that he was fucking huge. Easing
it out of his jeans made her realize she’d never been with a guy
that big, and she hoped her eyes weren’t bugging out. She’d heard
so many women talk about how bigger was better, and now she’d get a
chance to find out for herself firsthand. First, though, she needed
to repay the favor. She was on her knees in front of the couch, and
she leaned forward, resting her forearms on his thighs. She licked
the head of his cock and then put it in her mouth. It tasted a lot
like the rest of him—a little salty—and smooth, and when she sucked
on it a little, he groaned again. She had her right hand wrapped
around its girth, and she could feel it throbbing against her hand.
The other hand she trailed up his chest blindly until she could
feel the ring hanging from his nipple.

After she got a handle on his size, she sped
up a little, sucking just a little harder, taking him in a little
farther. Emily had never been one of those women able to deep
throat a guy, but she’d still take him in as far as she could. He
wound his hands through her hair again, and she could hear him
sucking air down into his lungs, interspersed with the occasional
groan or curse word under his breath. She tried not to smile
because it made her stop the suction on his dick, but she loved how
vocal he was about how he was feeling. It let her know she was on
the right track.

Ah, but she owed him a little payback. She
pulled that giant cock out of her mouth and then ran her tongue
alongside the bottom of it, up as close to the base as she could
get. The jeans were too snug around him. “We need to get these
off.”

His voice was quiet when he said, “Aw, fuck.”
He sat up, yanking on the denim around his waist until she grabbed
them and pulled them down his thighs.

She kissed back up his semi-hairy thighs and
then kissed the tip of his cock. “Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?”

He laughed. “Says you.” He grabbed her hands
and stood up, bringing her to a standing position with him. He
pulled his jeans the rest of the way off and then brought her
close. That fucking monster was digging into her belly, taunting
and teasing her. She needed to feel him inside her. Then his hands
were again in her hair, urging her face up to his, and he buried
his tongue inside her mouth. She hoped that was foreshadowing for
what was going to happen in just a few short moments. She was sure
it would feel just as good. Just thinking about it made her grow
moist between her thighs again in anticipation of taking him
in.

Finally, he took a couple of small steps, and
she did the same, walking backwards. Neither of them wanted to stop
kissing or let go of the other one, though, so it was slow going.
She felt like she was being pushed by that big beast of a cock. She
loved how hard he was.

After a little longer, her back pushed up
against the wall next to where his bedroom door was. He kissed her
one more time and then took her hands again, leading her into his
room.

She’d never been in there before. She hadn’t
had a need to. She didn’t have much time to check it out, but she
did note that it was large. He had a king-size bed in the center,
and there were two doors on either side of the bed. One door had
light streaming through it, and so she knew that was the master
bathroom. The other, a closed door, was bound to be a walk-in
closet. But she couldn’t continue taking in the details because he
was leading her to the bed. He opened the drawer in the nightstand
beside the bed, looked around for a few seconds, and then pulled
out a condom. She almost started laughing, wondering if he’d be
able to stretch the damn thing over his cock. But she didn’t say
anything. He unwrapped the condom and slid it up, and then he
smirked and said, “You ready for me?”

Part of her wondered if she really was. He
really was huge, and Emily was nervous. She knew, though, that
being nervous would make her tight and resistant, no matter how
naturally lubed up she was. She was afraid of looking stupid by
being honest, but she knew it was better that than pretend it was
nothing and look like an ass later. So her lame but truthful answer
was “I think so.”

Clay blinked twice. “You
think
so?” He
chuckled, an incredulous look on his face. He took a deep breath.
“Why so lukewarm all of a sudden?”

She frowned. “You’re gonna think this is so
stupid, but…I’ve never been with anyone as, uh,
big
as you,
and I’m a little nervous.”

He blinked, started to say something, and
then took in a breath. He started to talk again, and it was like
the words had escaped him. Then he smiled. “Okay. Well, would it
help if we went slow? And if it hurts or anything, you tell me.
Okay?”

She nodded, already glad she’d decided to say
something. “Yeah.”

His next kiss was sweet and slow, as though
now she were a delicate flower that might wilt with too much heat
or pressure. Turned out it was more scorching than the passionate,
heated, consuming kisses they’d been sharing earlier. Then he
kissed down the side of her neck and turned around, inviting her to
lie down on the bed. Once they were both lying down, he ran his
hand down her cleavage and her belly to her mound. It was
instinctive, the way she raised her hips up off the bed. She
couldn’t believe she was heated up and ready again. But she was,
and having his fingers right there made her feel squirmy. His
tongue played in her mouth again while a finger slid down to her
clit. As before, she relished the sensation of his touching her,
and it was nothing like her fantasy earlier in the month when Bryce
had talked her through a climax that actually starred Clay. Oh, no,
the man in the flesh was a thousand times better than she’d
imagined.

As if he were assured that she was ready,
Clay positioned himself between her legs. She spread herself a
little wider than she normally would, just in case she needed to in
order to accommodate all of him. She felt him pressing up against
her and then he eased in, one inch at a time. She let out a long,
slow breath, and she almost laughed. No, he didn’t hurt at all. It
was a little uncomfortable, simply because her body wasn’t used to
a cock his size, but there was no pain. Once he was inside her all
the way, he asked, “Doing okay?”

She took a deep breath. “More than.” No, she
didn’t feel like she was being ripped apart, but she had a feeling
of overwhelming fullness, of being pushed to her limits. He began
doing the familiar thrust and then it hit her. He felt incredible.
She listened to her body and tilted her pelvis to take him in at a
different angle and then she gulped a large breath of air. She was
close again and it made her short of breath. “Mmm.”

“Feel good, baby?”

“God, yes, just give it to me.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” He increased his pace,
and she felt her blood start to race as her head began to swim. She
dug the back of her head into her pillow and felt her chin point
upward. Clay took that as a signal, and he kissed her neck with his
open mouth. That’s when a moan flew out from her lips, followed by
another and another as a heavenly orgasm washed over her, almost
better than the one she’d had earlier. She tried not to scratch his
back but felt like she had no control, and that’s when she heard
him cry out as well as he pumped his load into the condom. Her legs
clenched against his sides as she finished.

When he was done, he laid his head next to
hers for a few minutes. He finally got off her, though, pulling the
condom off his cock and then bringing her close. He drifted off to
sleep in the mid-afternoon sun while she lay there wondering why
the fuck she’d gone and done something so stupid.