Heavy Issues (10 page)

“I don’t know what you see in the mirror when you stare at yourself, sweet thing, but this is what your body does to me,” he said, pressing his throbbing erection against her. “I’ve been hard since the first moment I saw you. You’ve hijacked my brain and my body. So much so that nowadays I count myself lucky the mornings I wake up with a motherfucking boner instead of coming all over myself. You’re more than acceptable, honey. Hell, any more acceptable and you’d give me a stroke.”

“Maybe while dressed I’m acceptable,” she interrupted him. “I’m better now, I lost the extra weight, but my body still bears the scars. And I’m thirty-four, not one of those extremely skinny twenty-five-year-old bimbos with tits pointing north who run after you. I’m not what you’re accustomed to.”

That ticked him off. “What would you know about what I’m accustomed to? Have you seen me ever fucking any of those bimbos? No, you haven’t, because I don’t. They are just kids. I’m thirty-seven. I like real women, with real tits and real asses. Half-starved Lolitas don’t turn me on.”

She pressed on. “Before I got a hold on my craziness with food, I managed to do some harm to my body, Cole. I've got cottage cheese thighs. And muffin top too.”

“Muffin what?”

“You know, that fat that comes over the waist of the jeans?”

He chuckled. “You’re nuts.”

“My belly is covered in stretch marks,” she told him.

“This belly?” he asked, caressing it. “I feel nothing but smooth, soft female skin. And no muffin top either.”

“I used creams. The marks are small, but they are there. And there’s not only that.” Now that she’d started, she seemed eager to let it out. “My body jiggles. My muscles aren’t as firm as they should be. Neither are my breasts or my thighs. Or my ass, for that matter.”

He stroked her thighs, then moved up to her breasts. “These thighs? These breasts? The ass that is actually torturing the hell out of my poor dick? To me they feel perfect.” They’d feel better without all these clothes in between them so he could kiss and suckle them freely.

“They aren’t. And that’s why me and sex don’t mingle well. The guys I was intimate with were…harmless. I always turned down the ones that I sensed could take me out of my comfort zone. You take me out of my comfort zone, big-time.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Her expression was worried. “I’m not sure it’s a good thing.”

“Trust me, it is. Going out of one’s comfort zone is what turns sex into a mind-blowing experience.” He moved his hands downward again.

“Cole…”

“Nuh-uh. You had your say; now let me have my fun. Open your legs. Wider, honey.” She hesitated but complied, slowly parting her legs. “Yeah, like that.”

She was trembling in his hands, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Slowly he gathered some of the lube dripping from her pussy and spread it up to her clit. She jumped so hard he had to hold her by the waist with the other arm.

“Easy, babe, easy.” He kissed her neck and stilled his touch. He was eager to feel her flesh clamping around his fingers, but if he wasn’t careful, she was going to come apart in his arms even before he had any time to enjoy her. “Damn, you’re so wet. I’m going to push my fingers inside you, but you have to promise you won’t come right away.”

“I’ll try. Can’t promise shit,” she said on a ragged breath, her body all but shaking.

He grinned. No, he guessed she couldn’t. And that was as well because nothing would make him happier than getting her to come again and again. But the longer she waited, the hotter it’d burn.

Nibbling at her jaw, he slid one finger inside of her, and her pussy clenched on him right away, sucking him in. Man, so tight and so hot. He took a small bite at her neck, and she whimpered, the vibration making his gut cramp in need.

“God, you’re killing me. You feel so good,” he whispered to her, pushing a second finger in. She let out a throaty moan and flung her head back on his shoulder, arching her spine and pressing her ass against him.

She was melting in his arms, granting him full access. He groaned and sank deeper inside her welcoming heat. “I want you so much I hurt, babe. All I can think about day and night is you. How it’s going to feel to have you naked under me, your legs wrapped tight around my waist while I pound into you. I’m dying to lose myself in you.”

She tensed at his words, her hands on his thighs, her nails digging into his jeans.

“Don’t come yet, sweet thing. Wait a little. Just for me. I want to enjoy you a bit more.”

She shook her head and closed her eyes tight. Her breath grew more ragged, her pussy pulsing so hard around him it was as though it had its own heartbeat.

She was going to last around five seconds more. Which was good, because he was also five seconds away from coming in his pants if she kept grinding her ass on his cock.

He moved his fingers out, then in again, carefully avoiding contact with her clit, afraid the smallest graze would set her off. She was having none of it though. She reached for his hand and covered it with her own, pressing it against her pussy.

“More. Don’t…don’t stop,” she whispered in shallow pants, her clit throbbing under his palm.

She was afraid he’d stopped fucking her? Please, like there was a force in the universe strong enough to get his fingers away from her.

“I don’t want to stop. I want to make it better,” he said as she rode harder on his erection. “I want to go down on you. Lap at your clit. Push my tongue inside this juicy spot of yours, eat you from the inside out until you melt in my mouth and beg me to fuck you. Then I’ll spread your legs wide and come deep, deep inside your body. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

“Oh God, Cole, oh God. I’m…”

And she came. Long and sweet, gripping his fingers, her orgasm going on and on as he kissed her exposed throat.

His body tightened to the point of pain. Now he remembered why he hadn’t wanted to take his truck. He’d wanted to avoid ending up where he was now, fingers deep in her and dying from the need to take her. He’d thought not having a backseat would stop him. Yeah, right.

“Christy baby, I’m starving for you,” he whispered as she began to settle down.

“I want you too,” she said in a barely audible voice, and then she bent slightly over. “Here. Now.”

Oh God. The walls of her cunt were still pulling at him, refusing to let go. And she was lifting her tail to him.

He groaned. All he had to do was press her on top of the tank, push her pants down, and plunged into her, deep and hard. She’d let him. She didn’t have a slightest clue what she was getting herself into or how hard he’d use her, but she’d let him. And he’d waited so long to fuck that sweet pussy.

He closed his eyes, breathed deep, and fought for control. “Not here. You’re too tight. If I fuck you in this position, I’ll hurt you.” He was too far gone to be gentle or to show any technique besides hammering her into the tank. “Let’s go home.”

Good thing they were just a two-minute ride from his place.

“Clothes off,” Cole ordered in a low bark the second they crossed his threshold. His hand was still on the doorknob, and he was already out of his mind. Perfect. Very mature.

Christy backpedaled to the wall, hitting it with a loud
thud
. His body language was scaring her. And no wonder, because it was scaring him. His muscles were so tense they were about to snap. If his jaw got any tighter, it was going to break.

“What?” she asked, eyes glittering with something akin to fear.

He didn’t bother repeating himself. He locked the door and turned to her. It looked like Ms. Adventurous and Daring was gone. She’d frozen to glacial temperatures on the way home. He should have fucked her when he had the chance.

“You have to tone this down,” Christy told him, her voice pleading.

“This?”

“Yes…this,” she said, gesturing between them with her hand. “These huge lust shock waves coming my way. You have to tone them down. I can barely breathe.”

He came closer, chuckling. “Sorry, sweetheart, I can’t change my response to you. Besides, asking you to get naked is a simple, rather traditional request that shouldn’t faze you. After all, you were the one begging to get fucked on my bike.” In a deserted yet public space. Talk about shock wave. Turning down that sweet ass had cost him ten years of his life—maybe more.

She blushed, embarrassed at his bluntness. So fucking cute.

“Don’t be crude.”

He shrugged. “Sorry, I can’t change that either. I am what I am, and my crudeness is what’s making you pant, babe.”

And she was panting. She might not have realized it, but she was. Short, little pants that sounded damn loud in the quietness of the hallway. Slamming at his cock, actually, making it twitch and throb like a motherfucker.

“I’m not—”

He cupped her neck and dragged her to him, silencing her protests by taking her mouth in a deep, bruising kiss while his thigh pressed against her legs, forcing them to accommodate him in between. With the wall at her back, she had nowhere to go. Nails digging into his arms, she gave herself to the kiss, and soon that hot pussy of hers was insistently rubbing against him. He wanted so badly to be inside her, bathing in her heat, he was almost shaking from the need.

He trailed his mouth over her throat while he glided his hands from her breasts down to her rib cage, her soft belly, and then around to her behind, squeezing it and lifting her on tiptoes, grinding her against him as she sank her fingers into his hair and parted her legs wider for him. Rolling his cock over her mound, he kissed his way up to her mouth again, greedily swallowing all her choked moans, keeping her quivering body in his embrace.

“I want you, now. Clothes off.”

His dick felt like it was going to burst. Any more of this dry fucking and he was going to lose it and come all over himself.

He yanked her shirt over her head, unbuttoned her pants, and unceremoniously shoved them down. Her breath caught.

“Lose them,” he said as he unzipped his jeans.

She didn’t move, her pants pooling at her feet.

“Here? But—”

“No buts, babe. Now.”

She sputtered something at his high-handed statement, looking affronted. She was so frigging sexy with her hair wild over herself, her face flushed, and her pants at her feet.

He knew he should be gentle, coax and ease her into the intimacy, joke with her until she relaxed, but he was too wound up to pull the smooth routine with her. Besides, he wasn’t the concession-offering type by far, especially where women and sex were concerned. She’d better learn that fast.

He kissed her, hard but short.

“Can’t wait to have you,” he said as he stripped her of her pants. Wow, her underpants were also…how she’d called it? Vintage. They looked to him more like well-preserved, cute granny panties from the fifties. Damn sexy too, all that stiff lace hugging her luscious curves. Pity he wasn’t in the right mind to appreciate them. Another day he’d give them the attention they deserved. Not today. Today they were just pieces of clothing in his way.

Clad only in her underwear, she shrank to cover herself.

“There’s too much light here,” she whispered, warily eyeing first the lamp and then the big panel windows. “Too much exposure.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. The dim glow from the lamp was mood lighting at best. And the big panel windows guarded their privacy perfectly. But that wasn’t truly the issue, was it?

“Exposure?” He lifted her, and in two seconds flat he had her facing the full-length hallway mirror, him at her back. “No, sweetheart,
this
is exposure.” And he switched on the mirror’s powerful spotlights.

Legs shaking and eyes wild, she tried to wrench away. “Cole—”

He held her down, trapping her arms by her sides. “I don’t think so, babe.”

It suddenly occurred to him that that was probably what had appealed to her about the fuck on the bike. No exposure whatsoever. He snorted inwardly. Hell, she’d thought that she could offer her ass to him and he’d just pull her pants down enough to fuck her? Which he would have in a heartbeat. But he would have wanted more after that. He was going to kiss and pet every inch of that body of hers, no two ways about it, and he’d do it without restrictions of any kind.

Her chin dropped to her chest, her hair falling to her face.

“I want all my senses involved while fucking you, sight included.”

“I’d rather not,” she answered in a barely audible voice.

“Why?” he asked, nuzzling her nape. “Don’t you want to watch me?”

She choked out a shaky laugh, her face still hidden from him. “You, yeah. Me, no. Besides, you’re still dressed.”

“And that’s how I’m going to fuck you this first time. Me fully clothed. You totally naked. Now stop hiding and look up,” he commanded. “You better give in, because I’m not going anywhere.”

It took a while, but she complied. Her eyes were anxious, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. Her lips swollen from his rough kisses.

He couldn’t tear his gaze off her. “God, look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He licked and nibbled the hollow under her ear, nuzzled her neck, flicking his tongue over the pulse point at the base. When he was fairly sure she wasn’t going to bolt, he let her arms go and trailed his hands over her curves, doing his damnedest to ignore his throbbing cock, which had swelled to monumental proportions. Fuck, he was going out of his mind.

Unable to stop himself, he pulled at her hair, turning her face toward him, and took her mouth in a wet, hard caress. Totally forgetting he didn’t like the intimacy of kissing a woman, he mindlessly feasted on those luscious lips until she arched against him, whimpering. Little by little, Christy began melting again, becoming the willing kitty she’d been before. She still looked a bit unsure, but the pleasure seemed to override her inhibitions. Good. He may get off on macho tripping and playing it rough, but he wanted her one hundred percent in.

“Get the Kevlar off, babe,” he whispered.

“Kevlar?”

“The death-trap bra. And the panties,” he said, watching her through the mirror.

With shaky fingers, she began opening the front pins. Fuck, that was going to take forever.