Hard Drivin Man (4 page)

“You’re sweet.”

“Sweet, huh?” He caught her up in his arms and pushed her to the wall. “Tell me this is sweet,” he ground out and took her lips with a fierce claim. Though his force was mighty, his tongue was soft and searching, his lips plush as they plucked at her mouth, pressed against her and seared her with demands.

“No, not sweet.” Her fingers thrust between them to get his shirt off, his skin on hers.

“Torture.” She bent to kiss the hollow of his throat, inhaling the scent of his soap and his musk. “I love the way you smell.” And before she knew what she said, she had added, “I always did.”

He growled then, his hands pushing her to the wall, one set of fingers splaying into her long loose curls, holding her while he plundered her mouth and his other hand ran down her back to scoop her up to him. She rubbed against him like a cat, her breasts confined in the tight lace bra, her hips tilting up to his, begging.

He lifted her, both hands under her ass cheeks and walked with her to a chair. He plunked himself down, her thighs straddling his legs as he undid the buttons of her blouse and she did the same for him. “Jess, baby,” he crooned, “you are a beauty.” He tugged her shirt out from her waistband and plucked at her belt and the button of her skirt. “Get these
off
!” He flung her shirt to the floor and set her at arm’s length from him. Open-mouthed, he palmed her breasts in the black lacy affair she’d worn for him.

He trailed the backs of his fingers over her nipples and her hands stilled on his chest.

He unhooked the front clasp and as her breasts sprang free, he put his warm hands over the fullness of her. She let her head fall back and moaned. Muttered something wild, his lips came down hard on her and sucked her inside. She wiggled and inched to get closer, her inner walls raging and soaked now with juices to bathe him, take him inside her. But he nipped her nipple and licked her to salve the power of his claim. He shifted to the other nipple, sucked it to a hard point and rolled it with the tip of his tongue.

“Arggh, God, Trey!” She swayed in delight and pleaded with him, “More of that.

Please, more.”

Fast as a whip, he stood with her in his embrace. Her legs around his hips, he took three steps to the huge four–poster and laid her down on her back. She toed off her boots and wiggled backwards eager to get her skirt off and show him how she’d not dressed for him.

But he pushed away, leaving her alone to go rip open his suitcase. She stared at him, pulsing to have him put his hands all over her starving pussy, while he rummaged around and finally, strode back to the bed with two large boxes of condoms.

Bubbling with laughter at the sight, she didn’t have time to do more than screech as he loomed over her, dropping the boxes on the bed beside her head. He was now focused, feral, staring into her eyes, a man on a mission. His hands were everywhere, yanking at her waistband, sweeping her skirt down her body until he looked back, stopped short and stared at her bare pussy. One black brow arched as he wrapped his fingers around one of her thighs and asked, “No panties, baby?”

Her gaze glued to his, she shook her head. “I didn’t need them. Didn’t want them.

Didn’t know if I could inspire you in the truck.”

His eyes widened in glee. “You should have told me. I would have obliged you.”

“I didn’t want to be too demanding right away.”

He drove his fingers, fully splayed into her bush, and she whimpered. “You’re going to be a witch? Is that what you’re telling me, hmm?”

“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “I thought about this all afternoon and I knew that once I had you naked, I might never let you go.”

He traced her slit with a delicate stroke of his finger and she curled up into his hand.

“Good to be forewarned.”

“Absolutely,” she insisted. “You also need to know that I didn’t bring a lot of clothes with me. And no panties.”

He pulled his finger away and she drove her fists into the bedding. “None at all?”

“Mmm-hmm. I hoped you wouldn’t mind.”

He caught her chin. His eyes were lambent orbs of need. “Mind? Jess, honey, this pussy—,” he sank his fingers into her curls again and tugged, “is gonna be so full of my cock that it won’t have time or need to be all covered up.”

“But if we go out, if you get bored with me in bed—“

He sent two hard fingers up into her soaked core this time and she bucked up off the mattress. “Neither one of us is going to be bored, I promise. Because I’m going to do such things to you, do so many things for you and me, that you won’t remember your name.”

She stilled. Her name she didn’t want to remember! Not her married name. Not her married life! She rose up on her elbows and kissed him quickly. “Oh, Trey, how can this feel so right?”

He searched her eyes then, deeply, briefly. “Because it is, darlin’. See, feel how right this is.” He rose over her then, his cock resting on her mound, his balls dangling between her hungry folds, and spread her out. Hands above her head, he trailed his fingers down her wrist and arms. Palming up her breasts, he formed them into cones and licked and sipped at her aching, sensitive nipples. Tracing her waist, he ran his hands under her hips, nuzzled her navel and caught her ass cheeks to force her pussy higher for his examination. There, he paused, looking at her curls. “Damn, I always loved the colour of your hair, and I always wondered if you looked like a strawberry sundae down here, too.” He sank to his elbows and leant down to plunge the tip of his tongue into her hot and needy little slit. “Sure enough,” he groaned as she did, too, “you even taste like one.”

She was laughing, choking on the delight of his tongue teasing her. “Strawberry sundae?” She gulped as his fingers spread her wet lips open with a succulent sound, his forearms pushing her thighs wide towards the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, yummy, baby.” He sent one finger inside her channel and she arched up at the thick invasion. “You are so wet for me. Let’s see if you want more.” He put another finger inside her and slid out again. Then he plumped her lips up so that she felt the brush of his breath touch her where no man’s ever had. “I want to see your clit. Oh, yeah. Big and swollen for me, isn’t it?” He kissed it and she bucked. “I want—“ he tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue, “—to make it bigger.” He licked her. “Harder. Think I can?”

“Ohhh, yes!” She dug up handfuls of the coverlet. “Can you do it now? Please?”

He was so good about obeying her. Sinking down, he put his whole mouth over her open pussy, madly and loudly sucking on her until his tongue came out to drag over her clit in a determined homage that made her keen and yell at him to, “Come inside me. Oh, now.”

Lifting his face, he grinned at her. “No.” He rubbed her clit with two deft fingers, making her moan as he bent to her again. “You’ll scream for me first.” This time, he spread her labia wide and kissed his way all the way around one and the other. Then he sat on his haunches and toyed with her clit, rolling it, rubbing it, licking it, sucking it over and over to make her thrash like a mad woman.

She was floating, flowing, soaked with cream, swelling inside with a mindless ardour like she’d never felt, never imagined. “Trey, Trey, you are killing me here, honey!”

He rested his cheek against her thigh. “Am I, darlin’?” He bit her lightly on one of her folds and the sharp thrill of his teeth set her to grinding her own. “Let me see what I can do to make it all better.”

He put his mouth to her with a delicate determination, his tongue laving her clit, two fingers seated deep inside her sensitive, tender channel. With a rhythm that astounded her, he stroked her inside and out so that she seemed to rise above them both to pound and quake in an orgasm that had her screaming and him pushing her to the mattress and hugging her so close she thought she’d dissolve into his body.

As she simmered in the aftershocks, he caressed her pussy with the flat of his hand and sat back on his heels. “Do yourself, baby. I want to watch.”

“But I’ve never done that…”

“Ever?”

“Just for me. Alone,” she whispered, knowing she gave him some hint of the sad sexual deprivation she’d endured in her marriage to his brother. She also saw in Trey’s shining dark gaze the thrill that this knowledge gave him. Suddenly, she swelled with desire to please him, tease him, make him satisfied and hungering for her.

She lifted her hands and sent her fingers through her long hair, over her scalp, and down her throat, over her shoulders to her full and pointed little breasts. Her nipples were diamonds and she rubbed them with the centre of her palms. Her cunt hair was drenched with her own juices and his lavish kisses. She combed the thick curls of her pussy and shivered at the feel of herself, soaked with her thick syrup. Her clit—she tapped it and yelped—was achingly sensitive, and her labia felt as smooth as liquid glass, so rich with the heat of her desire and his care. She spread her legs wide and plumped up her full pussy lips to circle her clit, round and round, in glorious moaning splendour, nearing completion.

His fingers clasped her wrists. His voice was harsh with want when he said, “You make me yearn to be the skin of your fingertips.”

Limp with her own explorations, lost in her lush yearnings, she became bold. “I want your skin to mine—your fingers to pet me. ”

His dark eyes set aflame with her words, he lifted her then so that she sat on the bed.

With deliberate moves, he discarded his own starched shirt, his belt, his jeans and stepped out of his black briefs.

She felt faint with the sight.
My God, my God. Where have you been all these years with allthat beauty and power and fully standing red cock?

She ate him up with her eyes, awestruck by the muscular play of sinew and bone, the patina of pale light and shadow on his scrumptious hard body. “Trey, you are every thing I imagined you’d be.”

Stalking her on his knees, he leant down on one elbow and caught her nape with his free hand. “You thought about me. Good. Just like I dreamed of you.” He lavished a rich kiss on her lips. “Makes a man damn happy to know he’s admired.”

A wicked idea flashed through her brain. “Want to show me just how happy you are?”

He straightened up then and she looked up along the long, blue-veined wealth of his shaft, already dripping for her in need.

“How’s that for happy, honey?”

She licked her lips, put a hand up to circle his rod and noted her fingers barely touched.

She stroked him up and down. “Trey, I’m going to die and go to heaven.”

He snorted and bent down to brand her with a kiss. “Well, then, baby, I’m coming with you. Starting—” he pressed her thighs wide and rubbed his mouth over her cunt, “—as soon as I can get a damn sheath on!”

He reached over to one box and tore it open. Packets sprayed all around them. But he held up a handful of pink packets and wore a rueful grin. “They had only watermelon flavoured.”

She sputtered in delight. “Never heard of that.”

“Yeah, well, imagine my distress.” He pushed up, ripped one packet with his teeth and flipped out the little red disk. The room filled with the aroma of the summer fruit.

She shook with laughter.

But he was about to roll the latex up his shaft.

“Please,” she crooned to him, a hand atop his, “let me.”

He put the condom in her palm and planted his hands on his hips. “Do it. I’m yours.”

There she was, looking at this to-die-for hunk of man, admiring his muscles, his humour, his many charms. She tilted her head, wrapped her hand around the base of his HARD DRIVIN’ MAN

very impressive blue-veined erection and leaned up to lick off the silver beads of pre-cum that glistened there. Just one taste—one swirling sample of his thick shaft—sparked an addiction that had her stroking him with her lips and tongue and him moaning, objecting,

“No more, Jess. I’m not good at control where you’re concerned. Honey? Jess?”

She floated down to the mattress, her delight that she could please him, melted her into a puddle of longing. She positioned the condom over his beautiful blunt head. “That’s awfully pretty to hide.”

He growled. “Hurry up, baby, so you can tell me how pretty it feels.”

She slipped it on, her tongue coming out between her teeth, not certain she still had the skill to put one on. She had done it so very rarely in her married life. Not since the fourth year she and Clint had been husband and wife and they’d learned Clint could never father a child. But she rolled it on in three strokes, the aroma of watermelon tickling her nose and her funny bone. “I’ve never been in bed with a watermelon.”

He hooted. “Hell. How about a zucchini?” He sank his fingers into her ass cheeks.

“Got one?” She wiggled, feeling his balls against her soaking wet kitty.

He lifted her legs up around his shoulders, kissed her ankle and nestled the hood of his cock at her entrance. “A huge one for you, honey,” he ground out and sank down into her cunt in one luxurious drive.

Her mouth fell open.

His eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh, oh, ohhhh.” She lolled her head on the mattress. “I think I’m throwing over ranching for farming.”

“Yeah?” He began to thrust inside her, rocking her on the bed in a soft rhythmic sway.