Good Girl Gone Bad (24 page)

He lifted her slightly and thrust up into the warm wet heat of her. Phil gasped. The sleek raw power of him filling her hot aching void rendered her breathless. Her thighs clasped around his waist.

“Jesus, you feel good,” Ty murmured against her throat.

She wanted to cry, he filled her so deliciously. Lord, she’d been missing out.

They stood unmoving for the longest of seconds, and Phil realized he was, with some difficulty, allowing her to stretch inside to accommodate him.

Her eyelids fluttered open, shyness overcame her, and she whispered, against his bare shoulder, “Thank you.”

Ever so slightly, he moved. The action sent shock waves through her body. Her womb constricted. She wanted the moment to last forever.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

Shaking her head, tilting her hips against his, she murmured, “No pain.”

He grinned like the big bad wolf that he was and surged inside of her. “No pain,” he repeated, and then withdrew to her gasps and tightening thighs, only to thrust high into her.

Phil gasped, the only response she could give. The sublime feel of his hard hot width filling her to capacity, his strong arm around her waist holding her hard against him, his deep green eyes burning molten and the sharp edge of sex on his face warranted no other response.

Like a finely tuned piston, Ty pumped in and out of her. Phil’s breaths turned into short moans of pleasure. Their bodies grew slick with sweat as friction built fast and furious inside of her.

Tension raged through her veins and she wondered why she’d waited so long for this. Ty filled her up. She was completely woman, completely sexy, completely sensual.

He gathered her tighter in his arms. His lips singed her neck and his teeth scraped the flesh of her shoulder. His tempo increased and every nerve ending in her body burned hot and bright. He hit her deep and hard, and each time he penetrated to the hilt, she wanted to scream. Then an orgasm blindsided her and she did scream. Ty’s rough shout followed as he spilled himself deep inside her.

Breathing hard and heavy, Phil hung onto Ty’s neck. Their sweat-slicked bodies slid against each other as spasms wracked her body. Her self-induced orgasm the other night didn’t come near to what Ty did for her. She wanted it again and again. She’d never get tired of the way he made her feel. She licked her lips. Her chest rose and fell in perfect cadence with his erratic breaths.

He nuzzled her slick throat and licked her salty skin. “Mmm, I’d take that over a piece of candy any day.”

She nodded, surging against his teeth nibbling at her throat. “Yeah, not bad.”

Still joined as one, Ty pulled her off the wall and carried her down the hall, his fingers digging deep into her ass. She rocked against him, liking the feel of him.

“What are you doing?” she asked, hearing her voice lazy and languid.

“We’re getting a shower.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

T
hey stood in the shower. Phil kicked off the offending pant leg of her jeans.

“Ty, wait a minute.”

“No.”

“Yes, I can’t—we can’t—I don’t have any condoms.”

“There’s one in the back pocket of my pants. But don’t you think it’s a little late to be worrying about that?”

“Yes, well…” She did a quick calculation in her head. “If the rhythm method is effective at all, we should be safe.”

“Even if it wasn’t, we’re safe. I got snipped years ago. And I’m clean as a whistle.”

Sadness swept her. Not that she wanted children with him. But that he would take such a permanent step to prevent a pregnancy. “What if you change your mind and want children?”

“I won’t, Zorn. Now shut up.”

“But—”

He stooped and pressed her against the tile wall. She smiled. She liked it the last time he had her back against a wall.

“Look, there are too many little bastards running around this world. The last thing I want is to add to the count.”

“But what if you get married?”

“I’m not the marrying type.”

He reached past her and turned the showerhead on. She startled at the hit of the cold spray of water. He grinned. “Now, I’m going to lather up that sweet body of yours before I have you again.”

“Sorry, Lieutenant, it’s my turn to have my way with you.”

Ty’s dark brows rose. He grinned like sin and stepped back, flattening his muscular back against the smooth tile. His cock thickened.

Phil swallowed hard. He was beautiful, in every raw male sense. His skin fit tightly over sleekly bunched muscles. The trail of dark downy hair that ran down from his belly button to encircle his thick shaft was so sexy she wished she could take a picture and sleep with it under her pillow.

She grabbed the bar of soap and lathered it up between her hands.

“That’s an awfully impressive piece of machinery you have there, sir.”

The thick heavy shaft bobbed. Ty stretched his arms out, then crossed them behind his head. His hips thrust slightly out and he looked as innocent as a baby. He didn’t fool her. He’d rocked her world, now she was going to return the favor.

She sprayed his body with the now warm water. His skin glistened. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on him.

As the warm water beat down on her back, she lifted her hands to Ty’s head. On tiptoes, she ran her fingers through his long dark strands, massaging his scalp. He closed his eyes for a brief second and moaned softly. She smiled. “Feel good?”

“Yeah.”

Running her lathered hands up his outstretched arms, she reveled in the slick feel of his muscles bunching beneath her fingertips. She palmed his biceps. Moving closer, she smelled her scent mingled with his, the mixture heady. She inhaled near his chest, loving the musky smell of their sex. She didn’t question her attraction to this irresistible man, she just answered the call.

The heat of his distended cock radiated through the pulsing water, its wide head tapping against her belly. Tempting as it was, she had other plans for that luscious appendage.

She lathered his chest, lingering over his hardened nipples. Unable to help herself, she nipped at one. His hands slid down her back, and she shook them off. “No touching.”

“Yes.”

She stepped back and narrowed her eyes. His cock thrust up hard between them. “No. You’re one pushy selfish man, Ty Jamerson. My rules this time, or you can take your toys and go home.”

His eyes glowed jade. He settled back against the tile, folding his hands behind his head once again. He flexed his biceps at her, and she knew he wanted to argue the point, but she also knew he wanted her more. And she intended to enjoy her power.

Satisfied, she stepped back between his legs and continued the slow sensuous chore of washing every inch of his body, except the thick inches he wanted washed the most. She slipped her lathered hands between his cheeks after she’d commanded him to turn around. She knew she rubbed too much, but those hard glutes in her hands felt too good to just wash once. She pressed her breasts against his back and slipped her hands around the front to his waist, making sure she came within inches of his cock. His hips undulated against the tile.

“Spread ’em,” she commanded, and he assumed the position. Oh, she liked the look of his tight ass smeared with creamy lather and his arms raised above his head.

Changing her tactics, she slid one hand down between his cheeks, then under and between his legs. His balls hung warm and heavy and she cupped them. The gesture sent him to his toes. “You like that, sir?”

“Yeah,” he responded hoarsely. Sliding her hand past his balls, she caressed the thick base of his cock. “I want to wrap my lips all around you, and suck you while I’m pumping you with my hands.”

He growled. Slowly, she withdrew her hand, massaging and caressing every inch of him as she did.

“Do it,” he said in a strangled tone.

“Hmm, maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”

She wanted Ty at her mercy. She wanted power over him, she wanted him to lose all control and kiss her.

The revelation startled her. Why on earth was it so important that he kiss her? Because, she told herself, it was an act of intimacy, an act he was not willing to give. And she needed this act of intimacy.

Her skin flushed and she dug her fingers into his ass. The plain truth was she wanted Ty to like her more than just enough to fuck her. She wanted him to like her enough to kiss her, enough to cross his self-imposed line. If he kissed her, maybe there was some hope for a future.

She gasped at the thought.

“What’s wrong?” Ty asked, turning his head. She slapped her body flush against his back and ass. “Nothing, don’t turn around.” She’d revisit her feelings later. She smiled—she had a man to fuck.

Phil pushed back the shower curtain and grabbed the squat stool sitting outside, which she used to fix the constantly sputtering lightbulb on the ceiling. Setting it behind Ty, she stepped up, giving herself a couple of inches over him.

“Now, sir, I have control over you. Do what I tell you or live to regret it.”

“Stop playing games, Phil.”

“No games, Ty, just pure sport fucking.”

Did she imagine his cringe? “Isn’t that what we’re doing? Fucking for the sport of it?” she whispered against his ear. She ran her lathered hands around to his pecs and plucked at his nipples. Sinking her teeth into his neck from behind, she smiled against his glistening skin as he inhaled sharply. “Answer me,” she demanded, still clutching his skin between her teeth.

“Yes, sport fucking.”

Hmm, he didn’t sound so convincing. She nibbled her way to the other side of his neck, sliding her hands down his taut belly, her pinky slipping across the top of his swollen head. “Mmm, I love the way you fill me up.”

In a slow slide, she trailed her fingertips down the underside of his rigid shaft. “Mmm, I like that,” Phil said. She wrapped her fingers around the throbbing base. He jutted hard in her hand. “Have you ever made love to a woman, Ty?”

“Is there a difference between sport and love?”

She wrapped her other hand around the long length of him and in a slow deliberate pump, she began to milk him. He filled to bursting in her hands, his skin heated, and she could feel the throb of blood pulsate in her hands.

“I think so. Making love involves emotions—other than lust.”

She licked the backside of his ear and sucked in the lobe. Then with the tip of her tongue, she mimicked the pumping of her hands.

Ty’s breath came harder and she felt the ricochet of its heat off the tile. “I’ve never loved a woman, if that’s what you mean.”

“Have you cared enough to kiss one?” She punctuated the question by stabbing her breasts in his back and biting down on his earlobe. His hips thrust fast and furious in her hands and she felt like she was riding an out-of-control bronco. She doubted she had any control. His body, his muscles, his flesh and bones set the pace and all she could do was hold on for the ride.

“No,” he ground out. She could feel him beginning the rise. Her hands slowed their manipulation and she moved away from his back. “Slow down, cowboy, I want to ride, too.”

She settled her butt onto the little stool. “Turn around,” she commanded him.

He turned so fast, the thick weight of his cock spanked her cheek. She grabbed him with her right hand. “Armed and dangerous, are you?”

The warm water cascaded over him, washing away the lather. She looked up at him, her eyes mischievous, her full lips curved with a promising smile.

The next instant her hot wet lips wrapped around the head of his dick, holding him hostage. Ty thought he’d explode on the spot. Water bounced from his chest down to his belly. The sight of her luscious lips locked around his cock was almost his undoing. He thrust into the warm recess, gritting his teeth. It was sublime, the sweet pain of near bursting and knowing he had to pace himself. Her fingers held him at the base and kept him from pushing too far. He knew he was big, and his instincts told him this was the first dick she’d put in her mouth. The thought pleased him.

He smoothed her wet hair back from her face and watched fascinated, as she sucked and pumped him just like she said she would. The pressure of her lips clamping on him drove him mad. He closed his eyes, savoring her tongue as it lapped him, and her lips as she sucked him.

Her right hand slipped around to his ass and innocently between his cheeks. His hips thrust in circles, like he wanted more penetration. He wanted inside of her tight, hot little cunt. When he’d taken her against the wall he’d felt like he’d reached Nirvana. She had been so slick, so hot, and the tightest fit he could remember. Her pure passion for him astounded him. A twinge of guilt stabbed him.

Lust did not equal love, or even
like
in his book. Sex was a recreation for him. It made him feel good and so he practiced it. Sex with Phil was great. The best. He wasn’t sure why it was with her, an uptight lady cop with a penchant for putting away fellow officers, but deny it he could not.

He groaned when she released him.

“Back,” she commanded, maneuvering him in front of her so that she was in the corner.

Bossy one.

She stepped up onto the stool, turned around, and promptly presented her ass to him. He smoothed his palm over the sleek wet mound. Running his other hand up her taut belly, then to her full breast, he gently twirled a thrusting nipple between his thumb and index finger. Her tit pressed into his hand and her soft moans of delight filled his dick to capacity. He nibbled her shoulder and swept both hands down to her ass, parting her cheeks just an inch. He couldn’t resist the urge to slide his shaft up and in between. He gritted his teeth. If he didn’t penetrate soon, he’d come all over them both. “Ah, Phil, bend over.”

She did just that. Before he deprived them both of the pleasure of his cock buried in her, he pulled away, but only enough to slip a finger up between her cheeks. He felt her anus tighten. “Get ready for a ride, cowgirl.”

Holding her steady with his left hand around her waist, Ty bent Phil over slightly. He couldn’t see what he knew would be a pretty pink cunt, but he felt it. He slipped a finger into her and her body shuddered as she constricted around it.