First Take (Star-Taken) (14 page)

For long moments
, they kissed. What did he intend? Was there more spanking in store, or something else? When arousal shot through her like lightning, she sucked hard on his tongue, thrusting her hips upward. She whimpered, ready for more.

Withdrawing
his fingers, Stephen broke the kiss then rested his forehead against hers. “I bought you a present.” He levered upward with a wicked grin. “Well, us.” Pushing off the bed, he stood then spun and walked across the room to disappear into what she assumed was the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath,
Rachel sat and unhooked her clasp before sliding her arms free of the straps. Standing on rubbery knees, she tossed the bra toward the recliner a few feet away and then threw back the bedcovers. After climbing onto the mattress, she lay on her side, facing the door, listening as the tap water ran then shut off.

When Stephen returned he had both hands behind his back.
He stopped beside the bed and she ran her finger down the zipper of his jeans, the hard ridge of his erection strained the material. He shifted away and she pouted. “I just want to be clear. We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Okay?”

She smiled, but her
eyebrows drew together. What did he have in mind? Rising onto an elbow, she asked, “What’s behind your back?”

He dipped his chin
, his gaze serious. She shivered. He did that stare so well. “Are we clear?”

As mud.
But she had no doubt he meant what he said: if she didn’t want to play his game, then he’d stop. Though so far, all of his plans had involved orgasms for her. Why stop now? She shifted to sit with her legs folded to the side. “Got it. Now, what’s behind your back?” She barely restrained herself from bouncing like a kid on Christmas morning, though his gaze did drop to her breasts, so maybe her restraint hadn’t been all that great.

He met her gaze
. “Okay. Pick a hand.”

She
contemplated each hand, looking for any clues as to which one she should pick first. Was his left shoulder canted forward a bit? “Left.”

The corner of his mouth tilted
upward as he pulled out his hand. A number of condoms rested in it. He placed them on the nightstand.

“I can assure you I won’t object if it’s your intent to use as many of those as we can.” She laughed. “So, what’s in the other hand?” She couldn’t even guess.

“Remember what I said.” He whipped out a small bottle of lubricant and a clear blue something.

She cocked her head. Was that
some kind of sex toy? “What is—?”

Oh my God, it’s a
butt plug.
Complete with ridges spiraling its length. What the hell were those for? Perspiration beaded her lower back even as the AC kicked on and pebbled her nipples. The moisture on her skin dried and she shivered.

After s
wallowing hard to moisten her dry throat, she licked her lips. “That’s a little bigger than your finger.” Well, the rounded tip wasn’t, but it was shaped kind of like a tear drop with a T-handle. The whole thing looked a bit like a corkscrew, but she was no wine bottle. She blew out a heavy breath.

“Like I said—”

She held up a hand, and he stopped talking. His nervousness was cute, almost cute enough to overcome hers.

Rachel
eyed the toy. It wasn’t that it was big. It wasn’t even that she didn’t think she’d enjoy it. It was just that it was new, and the longer she sat there contemplating it, the bigger the damn thing appeared. “Can we just, you know, play it by ear?”

His shoulders
relaxed. “Sure. Scoot over.”

She moved aside and he tossed the toy
and bottle of lubricant onto the nearest pillow. Then his hands were at the button of his jeans, giving her something else to focus her attention on. He slid down the zipper, grabbed the waistband and shucked free of the denim as well as a pair of black boxer briefs. When he straightened, his erection pointed toward her. Licking her lips, she fondled the weight of his sac before running her thumb along the underside of his thick length and over the tip. After swiping the bead of moisture there, she sucked the thumb into her mouth.

“Damn, that’s
sexy.” Placing a knee on the bed, he grabbed the pillows and stacked them against the headboard. The toy fell to the mattress with a dull
thud
, but she refused to look for the thing and grow even more intimidated. After climbing onto the bed, Stephen settled against the pillows and patted his thighs. “Come here.”

How she loved to grip his hips tight
while he thrust into her, and this position allowed for that without strain, well, at least until she started moving. With a smile, she straddled his legs. The butt plug rolled to rest against her knee, the material not at all jelly-like as she’d expected. He grabbed the toy and moved it out of her sight, joining the nowhere to be seen bottle of lubricant, and Rachel let out a breath.
Out of sight, out of mind.

She
leaned over and scooped a condom off the nightstand then settled back on the lower portion of Stephen’s thighs. After ripping open the package, she pulled out the lubricated latex and tossed aside the wrapper. Grabbing Stephen’s hot, hard length with one hand, she slipped the condom over the tip then rolled it downward.

He c
upped the sides of her knees, one in each hand, and stroked a thumb over each knee. “I love seeing your hand on me. Much better than having to get myself off.”

A
t the memory of their video chat, a half smile flipped the corner of her mouth. “Mmm, but that was amazing.” She shifted forward until she hovered over the tip. With a sigh, she sank onto the broad length, savoring the delicious stretching. “I missed this.”

Before she’d taken more than a couple of inches, h
e gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, no doubt leaving a mark. She wasn’t going to complain, every tender bit would be a reminder of tonight. “Say it,” he demanded, meeting her gaze.

She leaned forward until her lips were at his ear and the light sprinkling of chest hair teased her nipples.
She wrapped her arms around his neck then threaded both hands through his hair, playing with the strands. “I missed your cock in my pussy.” The words were easy when compelled from her by his intense presence.

He rewarded her with a growl
that vibrated through her to tickle her spine. “Look at me.” When she met his gaze again, he said, “I missed being inside your hot, oh-so-wet pussy.”

H
e throbbed inside her and she melted, taking every bit of his length until their pelvic bones met. He captured her lower lip with his teeth, nibbling it, sharp tingles tightening her skin. When he sucked her lip into his mouth while shifting his hips so that his erection rubbed her G-spot, she gasped. He released her lip to thrust his tongue into her mouth. His hands urged her hips forward.

Rachel
didn’t need much encouragement. She rocked her hips, slowly at first. On each backward stroke, he rubbed that magic spot, while on each forward roll, her clit ground against his pelvis. The hard planes of his chest constantly teased her nipples. Pleasure zinged from each location, the waves building on each other.

Stephen suckled her tongue in time to his fingers c
lenching the releasing her hips. The light, throbbing amplified the electricity already whipping along her nerves. Tension coiled tight, and the approaching orgasm left her unable to catch her breath. Her thighs burned with her efforts. When Stephen grabbed her hips and slammed into her while grounding upward, she screamed into his mouth as the pleasure shook her limbs.

Breaking the kiss, Rachel c
ollapsed onto Stephen’s chest, resting her head on his shoulder. He released her hips. Blood rushed to the twin spots and a dull burn took up residence.
That’s definitely gonna bruise
. She sighed happily.

Lightly s
troking his fingertips along her spine, he asked, “Good?”

“Mmm, you have to ask?” She kissed his collarbone, darting
out her tongue to sample the saltiness. “I’m not sure what else you have in mind,” that butt plug was still around somewhere, “but there’s no way I’ll have another orgasm any time soon.”

“
Hmm, sounds like a challenge to me.” He brushed his lips against her forehead then slid a finger into the crease of her bottom and tapped the entrance to her dark channel. “When I take you in both places at once, I guarantee you’ll be milking the cum from my cock with another orgasm.”

The words
sent a tremor through her core and he chuckled. “See?”

Was he telling the truth? She’d sometimes wondered, but then thought it would be more painful than pleasurable. Yet, when he
’d used his finger on her in New York, it had added a dark thrill to the experience, intensifying the sensation.

Heat washed through her. She squirmed, but that only wedged his
erection deeper inside her. He was still hard as iron and pulsing with irregular beats. Rachel wanted to embrace the adventure, but she’d hate to find out it was possible to have too much of a good thing. Still, her curiosity…

“What do you think, babe?”

Taking a deep breath, Rachel straightened and met his gaze. “Only if you kiss me senseless.”

“That can most definitely be arranged.” He cupped the back of her head
and drew her forward then licked the seam of her lips. She opened for him.

First, he teased her with soft kisses. Slowly, they grew in length and deepened until she was leaning into him
, chasing his lips and tongue whenever he retreated even a little. His kisses were like the smoothest Belgian chocolate and just as sinful. She lost herself in them, loving the way his lips felt on hers and how his tongue glided along hers. He did this thing with the tip of his tongue, a light flick against hers, daring her to follow. The taunt turned her insides to mush, and she explored his mouth, his flavor—clean with a hint of mint.

She started at the
first touch of the unyielding toy against her backdoor. There was a coolness, no doubt the lubricant. The bottle must have been a screw cap because she hadn’t heard the tell-tale click of a lid flipping, but then again, Stephen’s kisses repressed her ability to function normally. He thrust his tongue back into her mouth and rocked his hips.

All thought fled. She
gasped as he rolled his hips over and over, playing with her G-spot. Desperate to breathe, but also desperate from the closeness of being so intimately entwined with him, she tightened her hold in his hair and, while sucking in air through her nose, deepened the kiss.

When the
plug slid further inside, stretching her wider and wider until sensations overwhelmed her, Rachel froze and broke the kiss. She rested her forehead against Stephen’s, concentrating on breathing evenly and letting the zips of pleasure-pain dissipate, or at least allowing her body to grow accustomed to them.

“
I promise you’ll enjoy this, babe. If I didn’t think you would….Just say the wor—”

Rachel kissed Stephen hard. “G
ive me a sec.” The shock had receded, leaving only an intense nerve-tingling that left her knees quivering and her thighs weak.

Get a grip, Rach. Do you see anyone else in this room besides you and him?

She bit the inside of her cheek, the small, sharp pain clearing her head. No doubt the screaming orgasm she’d had in New York when he’d fingered her back channel during sex had clued him in that she’d be open to more play like that.

H
e pulsed inside her.

“Mmm,” rolled from her lips of its own accord. His length throbbed again and she tugged on his hair. “
Are you doing that on purpose?” As it was, the sense of fullness was almost unbearable. Add in his intentional movements and she verged on fainting, or at least she assumed that’s what the sensation of floating further and further away led to.

He chuckled. “Of course.”

The urge to move, to do something, overwhelmed her. The toy hadn’t been
that
big. Surely there wasn’t much more to take. “Don’t move.” Taking a deep breath, she pressed downward. A gasp tore from her lips and her eyes slammed shut when the toy slid into the hilt and Stephen’s knuckles dug into her bottom.

“Look at me,
” Stephen, his voice gravelly, demanded.

She forced her eyes open.

His pupils were so enlarged only a small ring of bright green showed. Even with the extent of his arousal, concern was evident in his gaze. “You okay, babe?”

Rachel
nodded. “More than okay.” That last moment had been intense. Indescribable pleasure sped through her limbs leaving her fingers and toes tingling.

With his free hand, he brushed the hair away from her face. “Just relax and let me do the work
.”

She did,
her breasts flattening against his chest as she nestled her head on his shoulder.

“Comfy?”

“I am, but that’s not the same thing as enjoyment, which is what I believe you promised.” Urgency pulsed through her. She couldn’t resist egging him on. She wanted this experience with him.