Hammered (5 page)

“I’ll follow you home,” Alex said when the valet brought
their cars around.

“Actually,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound as unsure as
she felt, “I thought I’d follow
you
home. I’d love to see the kind of
house you live in.”

She wanted sex with Alex McMann, but she wanted it on her
terms. No messy emotional entanglement. She already felt too much of a
connection with him. Taking him home would be letting him into her personal
life. If they went to his house she could leave and go home, just as she always
did. She never brought a man into her own bedroom. It personalized it too much.
And for her sex was merely a physical exercise. She intended to keep it this
way.

I can maintain control with him. I can.

But a little voice whispered to her,
Who are you trying
to convince? He had you at ‘hello’.

She shook it off, dug out a flirty smile and waited for his
answer.

He hesitated a moment, a strange look on his face, one she
couldn’t identify. Then he nodded. “Okay. Good thing I cleaned up this
morning.”

She knew the neighborhood where he lived, of course, one
with older homes and large trees. Many of the people who’d bought these homes
has remodeled them and/or enlarged them. Alex’s was a distinctive Craftsman
bungalow, dark green with pale green trim. A huge oak tree in the front yard
provided shade for the porch. Livy could imagine herself sitting on that porch
on a warm Texas day, sipping iced tea, or maybe a chilled glass of wine, Alex’s
arm around her—

Stop it, you moron. He only wants to get you into bed.
Take it for what it is, scratch that itch and move on to business.

Alex pulled into the garage then motioned for her to park in
the driveway.

“I know it’s a two car garage,” he told her, but the other half
is taken up by what I can only call stuff.”

“Stuff?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Uh huh. Everything from my lawnmower to ski equipment I
haven’t used in three years.”

“I didn’t know you skied,” she commented as she got out of
her car.

“We had a project—a ski village—going in Colorado so I had a
lot of opportunity then. Not so much anymore.”

“You’ll probably get a chance while the project is being
built. I’m sure you flew into Jackson Hole when you went out to walk the
property and discovered it’s only half an hour away. One of the finest ski
lodges in the world is there.”

“I’m planning on it.” He held her elbow as they walked up to
the porch. “Do you ski?”

“Mm hmm. Maybe we can take in the slopes together.”
If I
don’t screw this up.

“Sounds good to me.”

He unlocked the door and ushered her inside. Her eyes
widened at the gleaming hardwood floors, the intricate baseboards and ceiling
molding, the wide windows that looked out to the backyard. She wished it wasn’t
so dark so she could see what was out there. Even the balustrade for the stairs
looked as if it has been restored and refinished. The walls were a soft cream,
the furniture casual and welcoming.

Her eyes popped when he showed her the kitchen. Every
appliance was top of the line, the counters granite, the floor exquisite tile.

“I thought you didn’t cook?”

He chuckled. “I don’t. I’m hoping some woman will fall in
love with my kitchen and marry me for it.”

At the word marry her stomach clenched and she forced
herself to relax.

“You seem edgy.” Alex pulled her around to face him. “You
can still change your mind, you know. There’s no penalty for that.”

She shook her head. “Not on your life.”

In the next instant his mouth came down on hers, soft at
first, just brushing against it. Then it became hard and insistent, his tongue
brushing the seam of her closed lips until she opened for him and he swept
inside. His tongue was like a flame, burning her every place it touched and
scorching her clear to her toes. He glided across her tongue, inviting her to
dance with him and she did, willingly. Gladly.

Time stopped, nothing existing except for her and this man.

One of his large hands slid down her back, making gentle
circles until it reached her buttocks, then squeezing her cheek gently. She
clenched the muscles of her ass at his touch and tried to push herself closer
to him. He was hard all over, especially the thick length of his cock probing
at her through the fabric of his slacks. She wanted to touch it with her hands,
wrap her lips around it, feel it filling her cunt, stretching her inner
muscles.

But she also didn’t want him to stop kissing her. Ever. She
couldn’t remember a kiss in her life that electrified her so, that woke up
every one of her senses and made her so sexually hungry. She wanted him to rip
off her clothes and fuck her until she lost her mind, to bury himself so deeply
in her body that she couldn’t tell where she began and he ended.

A warning buzzer sounded in her mind.

Easy, girl. This is your show. Don’t lose control.

Ha ha. Easier said than done.

When neither of them could breathe any more Alex lifted his
head.

“I think we should take this into the bedroom.” His voice
was thick with desire. Gravelly.

“Sounds good to me.” Her own voice sounded strange.

He lifted her in his arms, pausing while she kicked off her
shoes, then carried her up the wide staircase to the master suite. Later she’d
take careful note of the details. Now she only noticed he flicked a switch with
his elbow that lit a lamp beside the bed, yanked the covers back and gently sat
her on the edge. Kneeling before her, he reached beneath her short skirt and
gently rolled her pantyhose down her legs.

“I always thought removing a woman’s pantyhose was sexy,” he
told her as he worked the flimsy material over her feet and dropped it on the floor.
Now I’m sure of it.”

Her breath caught as he reached beneath the dress again and
did the same thing with her thong, a scrap of navy satin. He held it to his
nose and inhaled her essence before rubbing the material across his face.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “Wet. You’re soaked, Livy. I love it. You
scent is so sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He ran his hands up and down her legs, first on the top then
underneath, pausing to dance his fingers over that sensitive area behind her
knees. He skimmed her skin like a faint summer breeze, barely touching yet she
knew he could feel the heat rising from her. Those same clever fingers danced
lightly over the lips of her pussy, hardly slipping into the folds before
retreating, leaving her hungry for more of his touch.

Hiking her skirt to her waist, he pushed her back so she had
to lean on her hands for support. Then, lifting her legs one at a time he
placed them on his shoulders and lowered his head between her thighs. At the
first lash of his tongue along her wet slit her entire body reacted, sizzling
as if lightning had zapped her clit. She wanted to beg him to do it again,
completely forgetting that she’d made up her mind to be in control of the
situation.

He blew a warm breath on the lips of her cunt then slid his
tongue her length again. With the tip of it he circled her now-throbbing clit,
first brushing the tip then probing lightly beneath its protective hood. She
tried to lift her hips to him but his strong fingers held her firmly in place,
so she closed her eyes and let the charged feeling wash through her.

Gone was the businesswoman, the high-powered executive who
was in control of every minute. With his clever hands and erotic touch and
softly murmured words he was turning her into a whimpering, needy woman to do
anything and everything with her.

The walls of her cunt spasmed, hungry to feel his touch, his
fingers, his cock. But Alex McMann was like a man on a mission, relentless in
his teasing. He licked, he teased, he nibbled, finally stiffening his tongue
and sliding it into her waiting tunnel. Her inner muscle clamped around his
tongue, the friction sent hot thrills through the rest of her body. She tried
to ride his tongue, to move back and forth but he was relentless, holding her
firm, giving her only what he chose to give her.

Her climax ripped her through her like a summer storm,
shaking her, invading her bloodstream and her nerves. She pulsed over and over
again, her body pulling in his tongue as if she’d never let it go. And maybe
she didn’t want to. But eventually he slipped it out, licking the wet flesh of
her labia, flicking over her clit and sucking it into his mouth.

She wanted to fall back on the bed, let her breathing even
out even as heat rose within her again. But Alex seemed to have his own plan of
action. He held her upright while he eased the dress over her head and made
quick work of her lacy bra. Lifting her and moving her around on the bed so her
head was on the pillows, he straddled her body and took her breasts in his
hands. He cradled them in his palms, thumbs rasping lightly against nipples so
sensitive she cried out at his touch.

When he bent his head to take one taut bud into his mouth
she moaned in delicious pain, her hands reaching up to clasp his head and keep
it in one place. He spent a long time worshiping her breasts, murmuring how
beautiful they were and admiring her nipples. Sucking, nipping, squeezing,
alternating with feather kisses along her neck and at the hollow of her throat
where she could feel the thrum of her pulse.

She tugged his shirt from his trousers, desperate to feel
the nakedness of his skin beneath her hands. His back was hard, the muscles
bunching beneath the taut skin. Her fingers traced every bump of his spine,
dancing from his neck to as far down as she could reach.

Alex never allowed himself to be distracted by her touch for
even a moment. He worked on her breasts until, unexpectedly, a very soft orgasm
rolled through her, barely more than a hint of one but enough to ramp up her
need for him to truly fuck her. To give her what she wanted. She didn’t ever
remember a man making her come just from playing with her breasts and it was
such a delectable experience. She opened her eyes to see Alex staring into hers
with his own darkened almost to black. A smug expression crawled across his
face.

“Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?” she said weakly.

“Uh huh.” He winked. “And with good reason. You are just a
real tasty treat, Olivia D’Angelo. One I plan to partake of often and freely.”

Just when had she really lost control of this whole
situation? And she didn’t seem able to summon the energy to regain it.

“Take off your clothes,” she rasped. “Please.”

His face flushed with desire. “No problem.”

He rolled off the bed and stripped with easy efficiency,
tossing his clothes onto a chair. Livy couldn’t control her hunger at the sight
of him. He was like a warrior, every inch of him muscled, dark hair matting his
chest and sprinkled on his forearms and thighs. Wide shoulders narrowed down to
lean hips and thick dark hair surrounded a cock jutting proudly from his groin.

Ohmigod!

His chuckle had an edge to it. “Like what you see?”

“You know I do.” She reached out a hand and wiggled her
fingers. “Gimme.”

He moved to stand beside the bed and she shifted so she was
sitting upright, legs dangling over the edge. She reached for his penis, ran
her thumb along the pulsing, ropy vein that ran along the underside. Felt the
hard steel of him beneath the velvet soft skin. Rubbed her thumb over the
purple head and smoothed the bead of fluid at the slit around and around.

Alex gasped and clenched his fists at his side.

“I don’t have too much control left,” he told her.

“Too bad,” she teased, barely able to get the words out as
aroused as she was. “Your turn now.”

And for the moment, at least, she’d regained some kind of
control.

She used her hands lightly on his shaft, barely enough to
create friction, feeling it jump beneath her touch at each up and down slide.
When she leaned forward and licked the head, probing the slit with her tongue,
the muscles in his stomach tightened and he groaned. And when she cupped his
balls and took him farther into her mouth he made a strangled sound in his
throat.

“Have mercy,” he begged. “I want to be inside you. Now.”

She wanted the same thing. Needed it. Giving him one last
swipe with her tongue she leaned back on the bed again and handed control back
to him. How could she deny herself what she wanted so badly?

“Come on, then,” she told him in a soft voice.

He grabbed condoms from the nightstand drawer, ripped one
packet open and sheathed himself in seconds. Then he was on the bed again,
trailing kisses from her breasts down to her cunt before bending her legs to
her chest and positioning himself at her opening.

She wanted it hard and fast now, but again he teased and
tormented. He inched into her tunnel a millimeter at a time, so agonizingly
slowly that she cried out in desperation.

“Please, please, please.”

Just when she thought she’d lose her mind from wanting, he
gave one final thrust and was all the way in. He seemed to fill every space in
her body, not just her pussy. Even her mind, He was everywhere, blending the
two of them together. And then he began the ride.

Slow then fast, pulling out than thrusting hard back into
her. She clawed at his back trying to urge him to increase his pace. She could
feel the rigid tension in his body, see the muscles corded in his neck. When
she was about to scream she felt him tense even more, lift his hips and drive
into her again and again and again.

She came over and over just as his own climax gripped him.
She was falling into space, wrapped in an erotic fog for which there was no
bottom. No end. Winds picked her up and tossed her. Every muscle in her body
spasmed over and over, in cadence with Alex’s cock pulsing inside her.

And then it was over, leaving her drained. Alex collapsed on
top of her, catching his weight on his forearms. She lay back limply, their
sweat-slicked bodies glued to each other, breath seesawing out of them,
heartbeats thundering hard. Minutes passed before either of them could even
think to move. Then Alex brushed her damp hair back from her face and smiled at
her.