Getting Lucky (32 page)

Hope felt her muscles clench around his finger with those words.

TJ felt it too, because he chuckled softly. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

God, she loved that chuckle.

He took his hands away, but he went to his knees in front of her and Hope felt
her
knees get a little weak. He lifted one foot, slid the boot off and flung it toward the couch. The other followed, but his eyes were on her pussy rather than his actions. The boot hit the end table and the lamp wobbled slightly. Hope wasn’t sure TJ even noticed.

She had never felt more wanted. His desire was clear on his face, even with the lack of light, and Hope wanted nothing more than to spread her arms and legs and let him take over.

She knew he’d never taken what he wanted, never had what he wanted offered to him, with Michelle. Hope wanted him to take from her. It sounded strange even in her mind, but she wanted TJ to take—to know that he could, to indulge, to whet every appetite, satisfy every craving with
her.

She kicked free of the shorts and her panties, leaned back against the door, pressed her arms against the wood, and spread her legs.

“I’m all yours.”

And it wasn’t as if she wasn’t going to get anything out of this. Her orgasm was already building and he’d just gotten started.

TJ met her eyes for one long, hot moment. Something hung in the air between them—desire, anticipation and even more, a feeling of familiarity. It didn’t make any sense, even to the girl who was used to things seeming strange but true. But Hope embraced it. She felt as if she’d made love to TJ a thousand times already, as if she was already completely fulfilled and yet hungry, as if she’d never have enough.

“TJ,” she whispered.

With that, he put his big hands on her ass and drew her to his mouth.

His tongue licked over her clit, sending spirals of heat and need careening through her body. Then he took a longer, deeper swipe.

“TJ!”

And his gasped name from her lips seemed to be the key to getting his
full
attention.

His lips and tongue traveled over every hot, wet centimeter of her, returning again and again to her clit, winding the pending orgasm tighter and tighter each time. He held her against his mouth firmly, not letting her escape even long enough to draw a deep breath. He ate at her for long minutes, alternating between full, long strokes and small, fast flicks of his tongue. Hope was gasping, crying out his name, begging by the time he again went to her clit. He slid first one thick finger, then a second into her heat. Her muscles gripped him immediately and when he finally,
finally
, sucked on her clit while pumping into her with his fingers, her world exploded.

She shouted his name as she dug her fingers into his scalp and her legs began to shake. The ripples of her climax seemed to go on and on and traveled in a wave through her body.

When all that was left were tiny shocks of pleasure sparking along her nerve endings, she opened her eyes.

TJ still had two fingers deep inside her and he was watching her from his kneeling position, his gaze the intense, hot one that she loved so much.

“I could watch that over and over again,” he said.

He moved his fingers and she felt the sparks intensify again. She gasped. “Oh my God.”

“Making you come is now my favorite thing in the entire world,” he told her, moving his fingers again.

“I’m a fan,” she said. Barely. She didn’t have enough breath to even remain upright much longer.

“Again,” he told her.

“No, I—”

He put his mouth back on her clit, licking and sucking, fucking her with his fingers at the same time, and Hope felt another orgasm building immediately.
Holy crap
.

Hope gave herself over to the sensations. She’d never been one to hold back on feeling good, and she followed the instinct to move her hips and rub against his mouth and hand.

“That’s right,” he murmured. “Let me feel that sweet pussy come again, Hope. I want to feel you lose it.”

She was so, so close, and when she lifted her hand and cupped her breast, squeezing her nipple, she felt everything pull tight and then let go.

“Yes,” TJ said against her. “Fuck, yes.” He worked her with his fingers and tongue through another orgasm that rolled up and over her, less sharply than the first but lasting longer.

TJ stretched to his feet, rubbing against her as he did, the fabric of his shirt abrading her nipples. He caught her chin with his hand and covered her mouth with his, stroking his tongue along her lower lip and then in along her tongue, tasting her thoroughly as he had between her legs. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue and she wanted him right back where he’d been
again.

“Need to spread you out, Sunshine,” he said when he lifted his head.

“Yes.” Oh, yes, that’s what she needed. He was good with his fingers and tongue, but she needed more.

She started to move toward the steps, but TJ caught her around the waist and swung her up into his arms. He strode to the steps and climbed them quickly.

Chapter Eleven

“You have to tell me if I go too fast or hard,” he told her as he strode through his bedroom door. He crossed the room and set her down next to the king-size bed. He reached over and switched on the lamp on the table. “But damn, I want to…” He pulled in a deep breath and looked at her. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he finally finished. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I might…I might need…to take the edge off.”

“I’m not scared of you or what you want to do,” Hope told him, reaching for his arm. She pulled him closer. There was plenty she
hadn’t
done sexually, but she would do anything with TJ.

“I’m seriously going to hurt you,” he said, cupping her cheek. “I want to fuck you
hard
, Hope. I don’t think you understand.”

She shook her head. “It’s okay.”

He stepped back again, but this time he stripped his shirt off. Her gaze traveled over his shoulders, chest and stomach greedily. She was going to have her hands and tongue all over
him
now.

He unfastened his jeans and she had to work not to lick her lips. That might be a little much. Then again…

He kicked his shoes off and then shoved his jeans and underwear to the floor, stepping out of them and then standing, feet braced apart, letting her look him over.

And there was a lot to look over. He was huge. All over. Everywhere. From his wide shoulders, to his hands, to his feet, to his cock. He was easily the biggest man she’d ever been naked with.

Her gaze went from his cock to his face.

“Oh,” she said simply.

The corner of his mouth curled. “I could pound railroad spikes right now,” he said. “I’m so hard, I’m hurting. And you simply looking at me is almost enough to make me go off.”

“Oh,” she said again. She loved that he wanted her that much. She hated that he was hurting. “You can have me, TJ. Right now. Whatever you need.”

He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, pulling in a long breath through his nose and then letting it out slowly, his hands gripped at his sides.

Finally, he looked at her again. “I can’t take your pussy like this,” he said bluntly. “I’ll hurt you.”

“So…what?” She moved forward. “I can—”

“You can’t take me in your mouth either,” he said, reading her intent.

“Then what?”

“Lay back on the bed.”

She did as he asked. Hope got onto the bed and lay back, propping up on her elbows.

He moved to the bottom of the bed. He had his cock in one hand, holding it in a firm grasp.

The sight made Hope wet all over again. This time she couldn’t help but lick her lips.

He gave a strained laugh. “Yeah, this won’t take long.”

“You want me just to lay here?”

“Not quite.” He grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her to the bottom of the bed so her feet were dangling over the end.

He stroked up and down the length of his cock as he looked her over. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”

“You’re amazing,” she said sincerely, her gaze traveling over him again.

“Open your legs.”

She bent one knee and let it fall to the side. Just his gaze on her pussy was enough to have her starting that delicious climb. “I can tell you one thing,” she said, watching him watch her. “There’s no way any of those other women needed anything but you.”

Something flickered in his eyes, and he said simply and directly, “I need to come, Hope. Because I want to be buried deep inside the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had, and I can’t do that until I let off some steam.”

God, he was hot. This was exactly what she should have expected—intense, even a little brusque, but somehow sweetly reverent at the same time. It was overwhelming. He was overwhelming. In the best possible way.

“Tell me what to do,” she said.

“Touch yourself.”

Oh, well, that was easy enough. With him as visual inspiration, she was going to have no trouble with this.

“But don’t come,” he said.

His voice had tightened, and she watched his hand moving up and down his shaft with a firm pressure. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to wrap her hand around him, grip him, stroke him.

“I could do that for you,” she said, her eyes on his cock. Her hand slid between her legs and she rubbed over her clit.

“This is what I need,” he rasped. He increased his speed.

When she glanced up, his eyes were riveted on
her
hand. And she decided to make it a good show. “If you’re sure,” she said. She lay back and opened her legs farther. She slid one finger into her heat, moaning his name as she did it.

His strokes were long but faster now.

This was the hottest thing she’d ever done. She slid a second finger inside, then pulled them up over her still-sensitive clit, circling slowly, then faster as he increased the speed of his strokes.

“Do not get yourself off,” TJ commanded. “I’m going to come and then
I
will make you come.”

She circled faster. “I’m so close though.” She tugged on one nipple and felt the ripples of her climax starting.

“Hope,” he said roughly. “
I
make you come.”

“But you’re going to come and then it will be a while before you can take me.”

It might have been the “take me”, it might have been the sight of her masturbating for him, or it might have been that he was really that close, but TJ gave a low moan and came, the warm fluid of his release hitting her stomach.

She couldn’t pull her attention away from his hand milking his cock. She would have never expected having him do that to be so hot, but that was enough to get her climbing faster.

Her fingers started moving more rapidly and she felt it winding up. But before she could go over the summit, TJ grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.

He quickly replaced it, though, with his mouth. He went down on her at the end of the bed, licking and sucking for the minute it took to shoot her into another hard orgasm, crying his name as she came.

He licked her thoroughly through the mini aftershocks before climbing up onto the bed beside her. He had his T-shirt in hand and used it to clean her up before he rolled her onto her side and tucked her against his body, moving her as if she weighed nothing at all. She wasn’t typically one for being handled, but having TJ do it felt comforting and hot at the same time.

She was lying on her right side, so her tattoo was on the side he could see. He began tracing the letters with his fingertip.

“It seems like a year ago when I first saw this playing peek-a-boo and driving me crazy.”

Hope tucked her hand under her cheek. “It does seem like I’ve been here longer than a day.”

He was quiet for a minute. Finally, he said, “We should talk about your experience.”

“My experience?” she repeated. “You mean sexually?”

“Yes.”

Okay, Mr. Protective had shown up again.

“What do you want to know?” She was facing away from him, so she couldn’t read his expressions. Interestingly, she already knew the various tones in his voice. There was concern there, an earnestness about the topic, but also a deeper tone that said he was still turned-on and a note of cockiness that she loved. TJ was stubborn and tough, but cocky was not a word she would have used. Until now. She loved that he was sure of himself, and of her, at this moment.

“Everything.” He paused. “No, never mind. I don’t want to know anything really.”

She smiled to herself. Was he jealous? Jealousy was really a sad, wasteful emotion, but a small part of her liked that he might not like thinking of her with other men.

“But you think you need to know something?” she asked.

He sighed. “Yes. How many men? What have you done? What are your limits?”

“Are you going to push my limits, TJ?” she asked. “I’m into adventure, remember? Especially with you.”

“Why especially with me?”

“I trust you. You would never hurt me. And I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”