Private Paradise (16 page)

He could make her insane with need, tease and
torment her until she was crazed and desperate, begging for
release.

Now Carla was going to do the same. She
shifted, sliding to her knees in front of the couch as she urged
him to sit back against the cushions. She caressed him in soft,
lazy strokes, thrilling at the way his thigh muscles bunched under
his hair-roughened skin as she urged them to part so she could
kneel in between.

From her position she could see everything,
the seam that ran up the underside of his cock to the ridge of
flesh that rimmed the head, the blue veins that bulged against his
skin. His balls were pulled high and tight against his body as he
struggled to keep control.

Her mouth watered, craving his taste. But
instead of taking the head of his cock between her lips, she needed
to deliver a little payback. She bent and landed an open mouth kiss
on the inside his of his knee. Never letting up on the light,
almost teasing strokes of his cock, she licked and sucked her way
up the inside of his thigh.

She traced her way to the tendon where his
leg and pelvis met and delivered her own bite, thrilling at the way
he shuddered and cried out. “Baby, please, you're killing me.”

Carla felt a surge of feminine power as she
ignored him, moving her mouth instead to his other knee and making
her slow, torturous way up the inside of his other thigh.

By the time she made it he was panting hard,
his cock throbbing insistently in her hand as his fingers dug into
the couch cushion like he was holding on for dear life.

She flicked her tongue against his sack,
soft, kitten-like laps. His groan was harsh, almost pained. She
rose higher on her knees and pulled his cock closer to her mouth,
close enough that he could feel her puff of breath against the
head.

“
Jesus, Carla, put me out of my fucking
misery already.”

She angled her gaze up at him, loving the way
his eyes glittered with an unholy need, his face all sharp planes
and angles, pulled tight with desire that bordered on
desperation.

A sly smile pulled at her lips as she leaned
a hairsbreadth closer, but still not close for the swollen head to
meet her lips. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” she said,
though the way his cock strained, seeming to yearn toward her mouth
of its own volition left her with little doubt. “Seeing as how I'm
so lousy at it.” She licked her lips, barely suppressing an evil
laugh.

“
Please.” His voice was tortured. “I
told you I was lying, it was all bullshit. I loved every second of
being with you, you were so damned good at making me come, still so
good―”

His words stuck in his throat as Carla
finally had mercy on him and took him in her mouth. She moaned her
own satisfaction as she opened her mouth wide, her lips stretching
over the thick head of his cock, her tongue circling the smooth
slick head.

The taste of him, all salt and musk, and
something, uniquely, deeply Sam, went straight to her core. It
brought with it a rush of memories of pleasures shared over cool
desert nights that were too short to satisfy the desires blazing
hot and wild through their young, needy bodies.

As she sucked him deep into her throat she
was brought back to that place, where nothing existed but the two
of them together, her sole purpose in that moment to give the man
she loved pleasure. Where nothing mattered but Sam.

Sam had to close his eyes against the
mindblowing sight of Carla's plump, pink mouth sliding up and down
his cock before it hurled him over the edge. But the image was
seared into his brain. Her dark hair pushed to one side to spill
down her back so he could see her face, her dark lashes resting
against her smooth cheek. The thick column of his cock disappearing
into her mouth only to reappear, slick and wet from her loving.

And closing his eyes only made him more aware
of how fucking good it felt, the hot suction of her mouth, firm
pumps of her small but strong fist around his shaft, the wet lash
of her tongue circling the head.

Sam wanted to come so bad his balls ached
from restraint and he felt another spurt of come erupt from the
tip. Still he held back, clenching his teeth as he struggled for
his fast fading control. He never wanted this to end, the feel of
Carla's mouth sucking him, her sweet hands caressing him, her own
little sounds of pleasure humming in her throat as she drove him
insane.

Christ, she was so good. Despite the horrible
things he'd said to her, Carla DeLuca had given him hands down the
best head he'd ever had. Sam hadn't forgotten that. But his fevered
memories couldn't do justice to the real thing.

It wasn't just the way she used her lips,
tongue, and hands to pleasure him. Though Carla had been an eager
student, had paid close attention to the way Sam liked to be
licked, sucked, stroked.

And, Jesus, he thought as she took him deep
in her throat and fluttered her tongue against the underside of his
cock, she hadn't forgotten a damn thing.

But what got him, then as well as now, was
her passion, the unconscious sounds of pleasure that came from her
throat while she went down on him. Like she was taking almost as
much pleasure from the act as he was. Like she wasn't just
pleasuring him.

She was loving him.

That had been true once, and God what he
wouldn't give, he realized as a flash of clarity pierced through
his sexual haze, for it to be true once again.

Sam felt his balls cinch up tighter, felt the
muscles of his thighs tense with his impending orgasm. He could
feel it, pounding through his veins, rippling through his cells. He
threw his head back, ready to to surrender.

Only to nearly choke in frustration as Carla
abruptly pulled her mouth away. His chest heaving, every sinew
taut, he opened his eyes and nearly came at the sight of her.
Kneeling between his parted legs, her dark eyes glittering hotly,
her mouth red and swollen and pulled into a naughty half smile. His
cock rose up like the Empire State Building, bobbing and straining
toward her lips.

He didn't even realize she had something in
her hand until the cold, wet, trickle hit his stomach. Sam looked
down, saw the river of white ice cream course down the line
bisecting his stomach. He held his breath in anticipation as she
leaned forward, leading with that perfect pink tongue to lap up the
ice cream.

His muscles jerked as she licked him, and
though her mouth wasn't anywhere near where he needed it, as she
leaned closer he could feel the soft brush of her tits against his
cock. Groaning, he reached down to cup her, teasing her nipples
with his thumbs while she teased him to the brink of insanity.

She reached for the cup again and poured the
rest of the melting ice cream over the head of his cock. Sam hissed
as the cold liquid hit. Carla ran her tongue up and down his shaft,
licking him with relish as she captured every last drop.

“
Mmm, ice cream and Sam. This could be
addictive.” She smiled, slanting her gaze up to meet his as her
tongue drew a slow, deliberate circle around the head of his cock.
“But nothing,” she said, and gave him another lick, “could ever
taste as good as your come in my mouth.”

Her lips closed over him, sucked him hard and
that was all it took. Sam came with a shout, jerking and bucking as
he pulsed into her mouth. Carla took him deep, pumping him with her
hand as she sucked him dry.

Sam collapsed back against the cushions and
clumsily pulled Carla up over him.

“
Not too lousy for you?” Carla murmured
against his throat.

Sam let out a weak chuckle and slid his hand
over her ass to pull her tighter to him. “Whoever told you that was
an undeserving asshole and a coward who was too stupid to see how
much he'd regret not grabbing onto you with both hands and never
letting you go.”

Carla snuggled closer and he felt the puff of
her breath as she chuckled against his neck. “An asshole, a fool,
and a coward, huh? I probably should have never let him near
me.”

Despite the humor in her voice, Sam felt a
tight pinch in his chest as he acknowledged the truth in her words.
“Definitely. Unfortunately I'd had it bad for you for so long, I
don't know that there would have been anything that would have kept
me away. Except maybe if you'd been a lesbian, but even then I
probably would have badgered you non-stop to let me watch.”

Her soft laugh sent a ripple of pleasure
through him. He'd always loved making her laugh. He'd always loved
everything about her. And yet he hadn't been able to keep the fear
at bay enough to keep himself from fucking it up. “Yep, you
definitely deserved better than the worthless, aimless son of a
drunk who didn't have a single good thing in his life that didn't
get wrecked to hell. So instead I took the best thing I ever had
and trashed it myself.”

He heard her breath catch and she reached up
to stroke his jaw with her hand. He leaned into the touch like an
old stray dog dying for a pet. “You were never worthless, no matter
what your dad said.” She propped herself up on his chest. “And I
think you've proven pretty definitively that you're not aimless,”
she said, her fingers unconsciously tracing the scar on his
chest.

As he looked into her eyes, it was as though
the years had disappeared, and they were once again back on their
blanket under the stars, Carla looking at him like he'd hung the
moon, telling him that no matter what other people thought about
him, she knew he wasn't a loser who was never going to amount to
anything.

If only he'd believed her then.

“
I know I've been giving you a hard
time since you got here,” Carla said, her eyes dropping down to
focus on her fingers tracing aimless patterns over his chest. “But
not just anyone can be a special forces badass, and not every man
has it in him to take a bullet for someone else, no matter how much
he's being paid. And considering where you came from and everything
you had to overcome, what you've done is pretty
amazing.”

“
You're amazing,” Sam said, his heart
swelling so much he felt like it was going to crack through his
ribs.

Slow down, jackass, he cautioned himself. She
didn't say you were amazing, she said what you've done is amazing.
And there was nothing in there about forgiving you and giving you
another chance to really make it right.

Still, as he pulled her up to kiss him, he
couldn't extinguish the sense of small triumph that she was
softening toward him, opening up in a way that had nothing to do
with sex. In a way, he realized in a sudden rush, he needed her to
do.

Because he loved her. Still? Again? He wasn't
sure and he didn't care. All that mattered was that he knew it was
true, and now that he had her heading in the right direction, he
was going to do everything he could to keep them on the right
track.

But as he lifted his head, one look into her
eyes, wary once again, told him that if he revealed anything that
was going on his head right now she'd retreat back behind that wall
quicker than a heartbeat.

“
Amazing, huh,” she said, and he heard
the slight strain in her voice, the same tone she'd gotten earlier
when things had started to go just a little bit too deep into the
“not just killing time with sex” territory. “Amazingly sticky, is
more like it,” she said, indicating the dried patches of ice cream
gluing them together in some spots.

She started to pull away but Sam held her
fast, pushing aside his disappointment as he pushed himself up.
“There's an easy fix to that.”

Cradling her in his arms, he stood from the
couch and walked back through the master bedroom into the villa's
bathroom. On the way he grabbed a hurricane lamp to light their
way. With the sunken tub and shower done entirely in marble and
brushed nickel fixtures, the bathroom was like having a personal
spa in your room.

And the shower was more than big enough for
two.

Sam set Carla down and turned on the shower,
waiting until steam was spilling under the glass door before he got
in, tugging her after him. “Let me,” he said when she would have
reached for the soap.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back
under the spray as he lathered up his hands. He ran them over her
back and shoulders, not bothering to stifle his deep groan at the
feel of her wet and slippery under his hands.

He reached for the shampoo, careful not to
get shot in the face by one of the nozzles mounted on all four
walls of the shower. As he took a closer look, he realized that
some of them were positioned just so as to make for some very
interesting possibilities.

As he lathered up Carla's hair, he felt his
cock thicken at the thought, and though he wouldn't have thought it
possible only minutes after he'd come so hard he'd nearly blacked
out, within seconds he was back, full strength, his cock bucking
and straining at Carla's wet, slippery ass positioned only a few
inches from him as she rinsed her hair.

He wasn't the only one surprised. Carla
gasped as she caught sight of him. “You've got to be kidding me.
You can't be ready again that soon,” she said, seemingly unable to
tear her stare away from his cock, now hard enough to make you
believe it hadn't had release in weeks, much less ten minutes
ago.

“
I'm usually not,” he said, pulling her
close so he could slide against the slick skin of her stomach. “But
I shouldn't be surprised. It was always different with you than it
was with anyone else.”

He felt her stiffen, knew she thought he was
feeding her a line. He bit back his frustration and stifled the
impulse to ask her what exactly he had to say or do to convince her
that he wasn't full of shit. That despite what she thought, he'd
only lied to her once in his life.