Hard and Fast (13 page)

“Nothing.”

“Liar.” He came over to her and took her hand again, stroking her skin with his thumb.

Imogen sighed. “I suck.”

“Well, that’s promising.”

That made her smile despite her best intentions to look worried. “I’m just thinking too much.”

“I can tell. And you need to stop it.” He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. “I’m going to make you stop it. I’m going to kiss you and suck you and lick you until there isn’t a single thought in your head except amazement that you are coming
again
.”

Wow. Yes, if the state of her damp panties was any indication, she responded well to alpha male domination. “Again? I haven’t had an orgasm yet.”

“Give me five minutes.” Ty stepped back and yanked off his T-shirt. He took her hands and put them on his chest. “Touch me,” he demanded.

She could do that. His skin was warm and firm, and she slid her greedy fingers all over it while he bent down and kissed her. His mouth always did fabulous things to her insides, pushing aside those pesky doubts with each desperate press, each thrust of his tongue into her.

“I’m going to unbutton your shirt and taste your nipples,” he said, moving down her neck with hot kisses, his fingers already working at her buttons.

Cool air hit her overheated flesh when he undid the first button, his breath raising goose bumps on her where he had left damp spots from his tongue trailing down to the dip between her breasts. He was still working on the second button when without preamble he shoved the fabric of her bra to the side and took her nipple into his mouth.

“Oh!” Imogen squeezed her nails into his chest in shock, her head falling back at the jolt of pleasure that shot through her.

He lifted his head and murmured into her chest as he finished off the second button. “Your nipple is perfect. Like a little raspberry, tart and rosy.”

She could honestly say no man had ever said that to her before. Kind of liking the idea of being tart and rosy, Imogen said, “Thank you. I have two.”

Ty gave a soft laugh. “I know. Is the other one jealous?” He blew on the nipple he had dampened with his tongue, causing her to shiver in delight, then covered it back up and bared the other one.

Instead of covering it with his mouth, he slid his tongue around it, over and over, his lips brushing the tip but never giving it his full attention. Imogen bit her own lip to prevent a groan from slipping out, and shifted, trying to force contact. He ignored her and continued to lick everywhere on her breast except her nipple, giving a teasing little flick now and again but for the most part torturing her by getting close but never giving her the satisfaction of pulling her tight nipple into his mouth and sucking. Imogen moved her hands restlessly on his chest, shifted in her shoes uneasily, tried to maneuver to anticipate his movement and have him land on the aching bud, but he evaded her.

“Ty,” she said, a little desperate, grabbing the back of his head and trying to force the issue that way.

But he stopped altogether and pulled her hands off his head. “Put your hands in your back pockets,” he told her.

“Why?” she asked, a little jolt of desire hitting her between the thighs. She wasn’t sure why he wanted her to do that, but it sounded mildly kinky and she liked that.

He was already sliding her hands down into her back pockets, his own hands cupping hers, applying pressure so that together they were caressing and feeling her backside, her elbows bent and half-bare chest jutting toward him.

“Because you are so sexy, and I want to give you pleasure all night.”

Okay, then. She was good with that.

His hands retreated, leaving hers in place. “Don’t move them,” he told her, his eyes dark with desire.

It was an odd position, a strange, erotic feeling to be standing there, not knowing what he was going to do, but anticipating it, waiting with bated breath for the next touch. Slowly, he undid the rest of her buttons and pulled open her shirt.

“Where is your jacket?” he asked. “Did you leave it at the garage?”

Disoriented by the way his thumbs were skimming across her bare belly, she said, “No, I grabbed it. I think I left it in your car.”

“Good. It looked expensive. I’d hate to think it was lost.”

That was oddly touching and considerate, but she couldn’t care less about her blazer at the moment, especially when he popped the button on her jeans, but did nothing else, moving back up to lift her bra out of his way. Moving quickly, his mouth was suddenly on her, sucking her nipple hard.

Imogen let a moan go ahead and escape this time, then hitched in a breath when he gently bit her before abandoning her again. His hand cupped her breast, and he rubbed his thumb across her swollen and damp nipple, while his mouth migrated to the other tip, his tongue laving it in rhythm with his thumb, until Imogen was fighting for breath, her head lolling back.

She tried to pull her hands out to grip his hair for balance, but he sensed the movement and said, “Leave them.” Since it also resulted in his thumb descending to hold her hands in place in her pockets, Imogen went still. He went back to licking her nipple, still cupping the weight of her, but now his free hand gripped her backside, his fingers shifting down along the seam of her jeans, down, then up, down, then up, so that the friction heated her, and the tease of where he almost reached, then always retreated, had slick moisture easing down into her panties.

“Ty,” she said, not sure what she was asking for, her thoughts jumbled and erratic.

“What? You want your shirt all the way off, don’t you?” He stood up and leaned against her, his firm chest brushing against her swollen nipples. “Here, pull them out for two seconds.” He shifted her hands up out of her pockets, then before she could blink, he had her shirt yanked down her arms and onto the floor. The bra followed and she was totally naked from the waist up.

She was about to wrap her arms around him and scrape her nails across his broad back, but he forced her hands back in the jeans pockets.

“No,” she protested.

“Yes.” Ty stepped back. “Let me look at you.”

Imogen felt a pang of self-consciousness, her shoulders slumping slightly forward.

But then Ty said, “Oh, baby, look at how gorgeous you are.” His jaw was clenched, his erection clearly visible in his jeans. “Such creamy, soft skin.” His finger floated up her arm, barely skimming the flesh. “Silky hair . . . so dark, so sexy.”

He flicked the end of her hair, causing it to slide across her shoulder and chest, and Imogen forgot to be self-conscious. She licked her lips, aware that she was breathing hard, her fingers digging into her own flesh to give her something to hold on to.

Ty gave a soft moan. “Do that again.”

“What?”

“Lick your lips. I bet you can do amazing things with that tongue, knowing what it does in my mouth.”

Imogen straightened and did it again, dragging her tongue slowly across her bottom lip, enjoying the way his eyes darkened, the way he stared at her mouth in dark fascination.

“Do you leave your glasses on or take them off when you’re having sex?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

They weren’t sliding down her nose at the moment, so Imogen wasn’t bothered by them. She shrugged. “I don’t know. It depends. Why?”

“Because things are about to get down and dirty, and I don’t want to knock them off your face by accident.”

Down and dirty. She liked the sound of that, though she couldn’t picture anything they would do that would send her glasses sailing off her face. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Can you see without them?” Ty played with the stems, lifting the frames up and down on her nose.

“I certainly can’t see when you do that.”

He grinned and let them go. “Sorry.”

“Things are a little blurry without them but I can manage. But I need my hands to take them off.”

Ty leaned forward and kissed her long and tenderly, his mouth open as it took hers over and over. “Okay. I can take the glasses off for you, but I’ll let you have your hands back. For now.”

He reached behind her and extracted her hands from her jeans and pulled them to her thighs and slowly let her go. Imogen took off her glasses and closed the stems neatly. Ty took them from her and leaned back and set the glasses on his dresser. Then he stepped in front of her again, close, invading her space and making her so damn glad she was half-naked. She could feel the heat radiating off him, and she loved the way he was bigger than her, the way he could surround her. Without her glasses, he was a little fuzzy, but he was close enough that it was mild, and because of the soft candlelight of the room, she couldn’t see every detail of his face anyway. But she could delineate his basic form, his shoulders, his muscular chest, the small shock of hair that rose above his waistband, the shadow of his pelvis where his jeans hung low. She could see his expression clearly enough to read that it was mischievous, bold, confident.

Funny now that her hands were loose, she didn’t know what to do with them, and she knew that she was waiting for him to direct their seduction. She wanted that, craved that, was completely and totally aroused by the fact that she didn’t have to be in charge, that there was no fragile ego here to bolster.

Ty wanted to take and she wanted to be taken.

“After all your fussing and complaining, your hands are free,” Ty said, teasing her as he brushed his lips over the corner of her mouth, shifting so that his chest moved against hers. “So why did you want them out so bad? What do you want to touch?”

Ty could practically see the wheels turning in Imogen’s head. She wouldn’t answer impulsively and she wouldn’t avoid his question with a vague answer. Imogen would tell him precisely what she wanted, he had no doubt.

She said, “I don’t know. I want to touch everything and I’m debating where to start.”

He would pretty much give his bank account to have her go down on her knees and take his cock into her mouth, but he wanted her to take that kind of action on her own, not because he asked. “Well, while you’re deciding, I’m going to touch you again. I want to suck your sweet nipples again.”

Imogen made a delightful little sound of anticipation, her eyes wide, no lenses to obscure their deep, endless blue color from him. Ty kissed her, loving the softness of her lips, the honeyed tang of her tongue and mouth, his hands on her waist. She was thin and toned, but still soft, with small, perky breasts that fit nicely into his palms. He could spend all night running his lips over her neck, across her shoulders, down into the cleft between her breasts. Ty nuzzled her flesh, tasting the pureness of her skin, appreciating that she didn’t wear heavy lotion or perfume. Imogen just tasted like sweet woman, and she had the most amazing nipples.

Playing with one with his tongue, he rolled it around before sucking gently, his eyes half-closed. He was rewarded by a soft sigh and Imogen reaching a decision on where to put her hands. They started on his back, stroking softly, lithe and small and gentle, then as he got more aggressive, sucking her harder, her touch migrated down to his ass and she squeezed. It was a simple touch, but one that made Ty’s erection throb.

He wanted all of her. He wanted it slow, yet fast. He wanted her to scream, to orgasm over and over at the same time he wanted to just pound himself into her and let himself come in a hard, hot burst. Still playing and licking, he shifted his hand to her jeans and undid the zipper. Slipping his hand inside, he cupped the outside of her panties, feeling her heat soak into him. He started to move his middle finger, bending it so it slid up and down on her mound, the satin of her panties making a smooth, easy surface to glide across.

Imogen moaned very softly into his ear, her hands abandoning his ass and hurrying up his back to grip his shoulders for balance. The way she clung to him, the way she trusted him to give her pleasure, thrilled Ty. He wanted to give her ecstasy like she’d never known before, and he wanted to have the total satisfaction of watching her shatter beneath his touch.

Moving inside her panties, Ty gave his own groan of approval when the pad of his finger hit slick moisture immediately. The farther he moved down, the wetter she was, and their breathing matched, a steady pant, pant, as Ty dipped inside her then drew back to swirl the hot fluid around her swollen clitoris.

“Oh, Ty,” she murmured.

“What, honey?” He buried his mouth in her hair as he worked her with his finger, aroused by the feel of her tightness, the way her body gave to welcome him when he thrust inside her, the way she gripped his shoulders convulsively each time his finger went deep.

“I . . . I . . .”

“Yeah?” Ty nuzzled her ear, dipping his tongue inside.

Imogen groaned and swayed back on her feet, inadvertently pulling away from his finger.

Ty took his hand out of her panties completely and urged her back, his hands on her waist.

“What?” she asked. “Why did you stop? Where do you want me to go?”

“Just back up,” he said. “I want you against the wall.” He wanted help in keeping her still while he fucked her with his fingers, then his tongue, then his cock.

“The wall?” she asked, curious excitement in her voice as she walked tentatively backward.

“Yep. Almost there,” he said, putting his hand behind her head when she reached it so she wouldn’t conk her skull. “Now all you have to do is stand there.”

Ty returned his finger to its previous position, only this time he added a companion so he had two fingers moving in and out of her hot, tight hole. Imogen stiffened and her eyes and mouth shot wide-open. Her hand grabbed his wrist and held it while he fingered her, pulling all the way out to flick across her clit with each stroke. When her breathing got erratic and her back arched, Ty knew another minute or two would have her at an orgasm, so he slowly withdrew and bent down.