Private Pleasures (4 page)
"What?" she asked, dazed at the feel of his teeth closing softly over her ear.
"I've wanted you for so long, I should have known how hard it would be to control myself when I finally touched you for the first time."
Wendy drew back, startled from her lust-filled haze. "What do you mean you wanted me for so long? The first time I saw you after the wedding you looked at me like I was a hairball you'd pulled out of the drain. And up until tonight you've acted like you can't stand to be around me." Which made Wendy pause and ask herself was she really okay with having a one night stand with a man who didn't even like her?
He smiled, but his face was still pulled tight with desire. "I was angry," he bit out.
"Angry?"
Drew nodded as his fingers tightened around her hip, his thumb hooking underneath the hem of her tank top to trace hypnotic circles against her bare skin. "I was pissed that you were wasting your time on a tool like Alan when you wouldn't even give me the time of day. And I was jealous," Wendy gasped as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and gave it a little nip. "Out of my mind jealous that Alan got to take you home and fuck you whenever he wanted to while all I could do was go home and jerk off and pretend it was your mouth on my dick instead of my own hand."
Wendy knew he had to be exaggerating. She'd seen him out several times, and he was rarely alone. Nevertheless, the idea of him alone, his big hand wrapped around his big cock as he stroked himself to images of her made the knot of desire between her legs pull unbearably tight.
Combined with the faint quiver in his big body as he struggled to hold himself back from tumbling her to the sand and taking her right there, and Wendy felt a rush of desire so powerful it made her lightheaded.
"In that case," she rose up on tiptoe and pressed an open mouth kiss against the musky, salty skin of his throat, "I'd say it's way past time you got a taste of the real thing."
The words had no sooner passed her lips than Drew had his hand locked around her wrist and was tugging her up the beach to the path that led to his villa. She gave a breathless laugh, and he knew she was struggling to keep pace with his fast walk, but he didn't dare slow down, afraid if he did he'd push her down on the crushed shell path and have her right there on the ground.
His cock was so hard he was dizzy, and he hoped the short but brisk walk back to his villa would get the blood pumping to some other areas so he could calm the fuck down. He'd been waiting for this moment since he met her, and yet now that it was finally happening he found himself almost caught off guard.
By her abrupt reversal on the previously hard line she'd taken with him. By the force of the desire for her crashing over him. He knew he'd wanted her, but he hadn't realized how much he'd been holding back until she finally said yes.
Now it was game on, the floodgates flew open, and he knew he needed to get a handle on himself or he'd lose control and ruin it for everybody. As he fumbled with the key to his villa, his cheeks flamed at how he'd' lost control, going after her like a fourteen-year-old with his first girlfriend, tongue thrusting, pawing with no regard to what she wanted and needed.
As Wendy stepped through the threshold into the dimly lit entryway of his villa he felt another rush of heat. She was so goddamn beautiful, her hair a dark, thick curtain spilling over her bare shoulders. How many times had he fantasized about it spilling over his stomach as she took his cock between those puffy red lips of hers?
He licked his lips as his eyes raked down her long, lean legs, left mostly bare by the tiny shorts she was wearing. How many times had he imagined running his tongue up the smooth insides of her thighs, imagined them wrapping tight around his waist as she came around the hard length of his cock?
Too many to count.
And now that he had her here, he'd be damned if he didn't make the most of it. Her reaction to his first over enthusiastic kiss on the beach echoed in his head, making him wince. The twinge of embarrassment bit him in the gut and tamped his desire a degree.
Not much. But enough to get the pulse pounding in his cock to ease up a little, let a little blood back up to the big head so he could come up with a game plan for how he was going to rock Wendy Carmichael's world so hard she'd never forgive herself for denying him all this time.
He loved the way her ass swished as she sauntered through the entryway into the villa's sitting room, the curves barely covered by the soft knit shorts.
Though she was playing it cool, he could sense a little nervousness vibrating off her, the kind that came with the realization that this was it, she was really going to go through with it. He could see it in her too-casual movements as she made a show of inspecting the villa's front room and kitchenette, even though, as Julie's best friend, she had to be familiar with the layout.
She walked to the end of the short hallway that led to the bedrooms but didn't make a move toward them.
"A lot of space for someone staying alone," she commented, her back still toward him.
Drew toed off his shoes and padded silently across the tile floor until he was so close he could hear the faint tremor in her breath and catch the citrusy scent of her shampoo.
"I was hoping I wouldn't be alone for long." He settled his hands on the curves of her hips and pulled her back against him, stifling a groan as the ridge of his cock nestled against her perfectly rounded ass.
She stiffened against him. "Glad I could serve as filler."
Drew bit back a grin and slid his palm around to her stomach when she would have pulled away. "Let's cut the shit, Wendy, shall we?" His other hand brushed her hair aside and landed a kiss on her neck—the same spot that had made her shudder and gasp on the beach. It worked again now.
The hand on her waist came up to close over her breast, the full curve and hard tip covered by nothing but flimsy, stretchy cotton. They both gasped as his thumb brushed over her nipple, and there was a tremor in his own voice when he said, "The only woman I planned on bringing here was you. Ask Chris," he said, sliding his other hand down to tease along the waistband of her shorts, "I didn't commit to coming here until I knew you would be here." Her stomach muscles clenched as he slipped his fingers inside the wide elastic band that held up her shorts.
"I knew...." he said, then broke off, barely able to form words as his hand slid lower and felt plump heat and wetness of her pussy, barely contained by a scrap of silk. Christ, she was so hot, burning his palm as he pressed firmly against her. "I knew if I could get you away somewhere all to myself...."
"What?" she gasped, her arm coming up to loop around his neck as she circled her ass against his cock, grinding herself against his hand.
"I knew it was my best chance at finally making you mine."
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The harsh words, combined with the firm press of Drew's hand against her sex, made Wendy gasp out loud. There was something there in his voice that raised alarm bells in the back of her head, but she shoved them away.
It was all just talk, said in the heat of the moment, with no other purpose than to turn her on, heighten the anticipation for the moment he claimed her—her body, anyway.
And goddamn, but it was working. His huge hand between her legs, on her breast, not to mention the hard club of his erection pressing insistently against her ass were driving her insane.
His fingers drew up to stroke her clit through her panties while his other hand pinched her nipple, creating a burst of pleasure so sharp for a second she thought she was going to come right then and there.
He nipped at her jaw, and in that single gesture she could feel the force of the desire raging inside of him. She'd felt the edge dull a bit when they entered the villa, and she was no longer worried about this devolving into some sort of clumsy slam bam thank you ma'am debacle.
No, not with his thick, long fingers stroking her, his big hand cupping and squeezing her breasts, his hot mouth finding every nerve rich spot on her neck and shoulders.
Wendy no longer had any doubts that she was going to leave Drew's villa a very satisfied woman.
She gave a moan of protest when Drew withdrew his hand from her panties and turned her in his arms to pull her tank top over her head. Noting that he was still wearing his button down shirt and khaki's Wendy automatically went to work on the buttons.
She barely noticed as Drew whisked her shorts and panties down her legs, so riveted was she by the acres of tan skin and rippling muscles revealed as she parted the front of his shirt. Her mouth was practically watering as she shoved the shirt off his shoulders.
Jesus, she'd known he was built, but she hadn't imagined the sheer male perfection that lay under Drew's conservative corporate clothes. The muscles in his torso stood out in stark relief, from the thick muscles sloping from the sides of his neck to his shoulders, to his pecs, seeming to stretch the limits of his tawny skin. His abs rippled under skin bisected by a soft line of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants.
Drew cupped her face in his hands and she tipped her head back to meet his mouth. Hot, wet, delicious, his tongue slid into her mouth. She closed the distance between them, the soft weight of her breasts pressing against his unyielding flesh. They both gasped a the first contact of skin on skin, the heat emanating from Drew's skin threatening to send her up in flames.
Drew groaned, the sound vibrating straight to her core as his big hands slid down to her ass, pulling her closer into the massive ridge barely contained behind the fly of his pants.
She sucked on his tongue, felt the heat of his cock even behind the layers of his clothing ,and wanted—needed—with a sudden ferocity to have him naked. To hold him thick and throbbing in her hands.
She worked her hands between their bodies and managed to flicked open the tab at the waist, heard him hiss as the buzz of his zipper lowering echoed in through the room. He helped her shove his pants and boxers down his legs and then he was spilling into her hands.
Hard as granite, silky smooth and throbbing against her hands. She wrapped her fist around him, unable to suppress a wicked smile when her fingers didn't quite meet. She pumped him once, twice, measuring his length. Oh, yeah, Drew was as big and powerfully built here as he was everywhere else.
She felt her already drenched pussy get even wetter as she anticipated how it would feel to take every inch of that thick length inside of her. Their kisses grew more frantic as she stroked her thumb across the plump head, spreading the silky bead of moisture that had formed at the tip.
More precome dampened her palm and she used it to ease her way as she pumped him in her fist, loving the way his pulse pounded harder, his breath came faster, the groans harsher as they ripped form his chest.
Being with Drew was like holding a lightning rod in her hand, all that power barely contained by her grip. She pumped him again, felt his pulse in the thick vein that ran the length of his cock, felt an answering throb in her pussy.
Suddenly he stilled her hand and pushed her away.
"What?" she said, dazed.
"I can't—" he paused, his chest heaving in and out as he breathed like he'd just sprinted a mile. "You can't touch me. I can't take it."
Never one to back down from a challenge, Wendy reached for him as she stepped closer, but Drew caught her wrists in his hands and pinned them up between her breasts,
"I mean it, Wendy," Drew said. His face was set in harsh lines, the skin pulled tight over roughly carved features. His light brown eyes sparked with heat. "If you keep touching me like that, I'm going to lose it."
Wendy pressed closer, until she could feel the damp tip of his cock brush the skin of her stomach. Slowly, she rolled her hips, her lips curving into a smile as she felt him surge against her, watched his eyelids slide lower over those fathomless, whisky-colored eyes.
"Maybe I want you to lose it," she whispered, leaning forward to press her open mouth against the slope of his pec. And she did. She wanted to unleash the beast she'd sensed inside Drew the moment she'd laid eyes on him.
She sucked his skin between her lips, biting softly on the soft flesh as she rubbed herself against him like a cat in heat. "Maybe I want you to fuck me hard and fast." She felt the shudder ripple through him and then the world went topsy turvy as he scooped her up in his arms and practically ran for the bedroom.
It was dark, but he had no trouble finding the bed. A light snapped on, and the glow from the bedside lamp made his muscles stand out in stark relief as he lowered himself over her. Wendy eagerly parted her legs to cradle his hips as he bent to take her mouth.
She could feel his heart pounding against her own as he slid his tongue inside her mouth. She closed her eyes, drinking in the taste, the feel of him. She started to wrap her arms around him but Drew caught her wrists in his hands once again.
Wendy let out a little moan of pleasure and let him pin her wrists above her head. She was stretched out, helpless under him, the soft hair of his chest rasping deliciously against her nipples. She could feel his cock, hard as a club and hot as a brand against her belly. She couldn't wait to feel him inside her.
"Fuck me," she whispered against his mouth, sucking his bottom lip between her teeth and delivering a love bite to show she meant business.
She felt his cock jump and felt an answering pull in her sex. He shifted her wrists to one hand and she practically purred in anticipation at the sound of the nightstand drawer opening as he reached for a condom.
But instead of the tearing of a foil packet, Wendy heard the distinct sound of velcro ripping at the same moment she registered that her left wrist was being drawn toward one of posts framing the king size bed.
"What are you doing?" she said, staring dumbly at the wrist fastened securely to the sturdy wooden post. Her head whipped back around, her gaze narrowing on Drew's grimly satisfied face.
