Ross 04 Take Me On (9 page)

“I don’t know if I ever could.” The corner of her mouth kicked up in a mischievous smirk. “You walking around here all hot and hard.” Her hands skimmed over his shoulders as she spoke, traveling down the contours of his biceps. They came back up and joined over the center of his chest, where his heart thudded strong.

He rubbed the crown of his cock back and forth, savoring her delicious movements as she circled against him. The need to dip in and feel her slick and soft and tight around his throbbing dick almost overpowered everything else. He moved down enough to tease her entrance with his tip, and she gasped and clung to him but shook her head.

“I know,” he whispered. “You feel so good.”

“God, you’re making me wet.”

“So wet.” He dipped in and kissed her, giving her mouth one deep sweep with his tongue. She tried to keep him in, but he evaded her. “I want to taste it again.”

Gabby jerked against him, and he had to lock his fucking knees to keep from thrusting forward into her. He’d never seen anything so hot in his life as the sight of her bare, glistening pussy lips separating on either side of the head of his dick. Never felt anything as sweet, either. “Yes, yes,” she whispered in a rush. “Oh yes, please.”

“I’m having fun right here, though.”

A dirty chuckle came from deep in her throat. “Make up your mind.” She pulled him down to say her next words into his ear, her breath a warm, sexy gust that raised the hairs at his nape. “I want to come into your mouth this time. Then I want to come again with you sunk as deep inside me as you can get.”

Sounded like a damn good plan to him. He might’ve gone down to his knees in obedience, or it might’ve been that her words knocked him off his feet. Either way, he had her here, spread open, bare, in full light.

And he’d thought she was hot only a moment ago. Maybe it was his imagination, maybe it was his own thundering pulse fucking with his vision, but he thought he could
see
her throbbing, see her clenching for him to fill her up. Flushed and wanton and gorgeous. “Please,” she said, voice ragged with her breathing. He glanced up to see her gazing at him with hooded emerald eyes that seemed twice as bright as they had earlier today.

The taste of her sent his eyes rolling back in his head. Even sweeter, somehow, than she’d been an hour ago. He rolled his tongue over her clit, around it, savoring that little bud. Gabby’s fingers clenched the back of his head, and he could tell she was holding herself back, trying not to grind into him. He was going to take that control away from her before it was over. He vowed it to himself.

He licked slowly until she whimpered. He tapped, and she gasped and jerked. “Ohhh my God, Ian. Oh God.”

That was what he liked. To give her pleasure. That was what any man in the world ought to feel honored to do for the rest of his fucking life. He was so hard that he hurt, and he clutched his dick in his fist to try to assuage the ache, but he’d gladly suffer that to make her feel good. He sucked her into his mouth, and she lost her hard-fought restraint, circling her hips on his mouth as he used the index and middle finger of his free hand to pull her lips apart. She cried out, thrashing her head. As her thighs begin to clamp on his ears, he released her, resuming slow, leisurely sweeps of his tongue.

“No!” she cried, then groaned pitifully. “Ian, make me come, pleeeease make me come.”

“I will,” he said simply. He planted kisses all around her naked, intimate flesh, then slipped his tongue into her needy little entrance, where her flavor intensified by a thousand. Warm and sharp and salty-sweet.

Her arm slapped down hard on the counter top, and she struggled to spread her legs even wider. Oh fuck, she couldn’t get enough, and he couldn’t either. He had to release her to let his hand roam over her breasts as they heaved with her harsh breathing, and he shoved his tongue deep, desperate for more of her essence.

Her hand drifted down toward her clit, and he had to abandon his exploration to grab her wrist and hold it away. She fought his grip to no avail, writhing desperately. She’d come when he was damn well ready for her to. Held captive to him mostly by the bonds of her own pleasure. He loved that. She couldn’t fight him but wouldn’t go anywhere even if she could.

Her movements subsided as she lapsed into helpless abandon, moaning, giving herself fully over to him.

“Baby,” he crooned into her damp recesses. “You’re so sweet.” He lifted his mouth and put it where she needed it. Somehow their hands became joined, and she squeezed the life out of his as he gave her one long sweep of his tongue. Then another.

“Please don’t stop,” she breathed. “Please. Don’t. Stop.”

It was amazing, he thought as he sucked her to a wild, bucking climax, that such a tiny part of the body could have such a devastating effect. As she came apart beautifully in his mouth, her fingers digging into the back of his skull, he didn’t let her go, fulfilling her first fantasy. He groaned against her and squeezed his dick, imagining being wrapped in that clenching channel that begged for him even now. When she finally descended from whatever heights she’d reached, she went boneless, and he had to catch her before she slid off onto the floor.

Chanting “Oh God,” repeatedly, she wrapped her arms around him and allowed him to lift her and carry her to the bedroom. He sat on the bed with her straddling him, draped over him, and waited for her to fully come back. It took some time, but he was no less hard and ready for her when she finally lifted her pretty, rosy face to his.

“That was…”

“I know.” Her juices were all over him. He knew. She kissed him, surely tasting herself. He flicked his tongue against hers, retreating when she chased it. Making her work.

“Tease,” she scolded. Her hand came between them, resting on his dick. “Mmm. Maybe it’s my turn.” As her fingers curled around him, she groaned, “Jesus, so big,” and dipped her head to bite his neck. Careful to avoid her tattoo, he caressed her arms and looked over her shoulder to the opposite wall, only a few feet from them. Yep, perfect.

“Look,” he whispered, tilting his chin in that direction. She turned, chuckled, then gazed back at him. “Well, that’s not fair,” she said of the full-length mirror casting their reflection at him. “You can see, but I can’t.”

He gave her a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Then turn around.”

Grinning excitedly, she swung her leg off and stood. Before she could reclaim her spot, though, he grabbed another condom and rolled it on. Gabby spread her legs over him and presented him with her perfect, bitable ass, and he took it in both hands, positioning it while his heart lurched in his throat at the thought of taking her again.

“Fuck me, Ian,” she whispered. With his thumbs, he spread her lips apart. She settled over the head of his cock and slowly, slowly, so fucking slowly, dropped over him.

As the breath was ripped from his lungs, he looked up and saw her raptly watching them come together in the mirror, and he thought he might not ever be able to inhale again. He stretched her soft, tight tissues, shuddering as she enveloped him, firm as a fist but somehow still pliable. Still so slick and ready. If this was what a woman in her sexual prime was like, he might never go back to girls his own age again. She uttered a helpless, agonized “Mmmm” as he went deeper and deeper. He loved that sound. Finally, she sat flush with his groin, gloving him from tip to base. Heaven. He sank his teeth into her shoulder and palmed her breasts in his hands, then rolled her pert nipples between his fingers.

“Look at us,” she breathed, tilting her hips outward a bit. God, he didn’t know if he could. If he saw what they looked like right now, this might be over before it started. “Look,” she said again.

He looked. And a full-body shudder went through him.

She could be…a wanton fucking fertility goddess. Long, lean legs spread over his thighs. The thick base of his cock stretching her pussy wide where it disappeared into her body. Both of them wet and glistening. Her hair falling around her shoulders and breasts, embracing her in its warm silk. Ian couldn’t resist letting one hand slip down her belly so he could touch where they met so intimately. He watched himself do it, then felt the reaction in the body connected with his.

“Pretty,” he murmured into her ear, circling her clit with the barest brush of his middle fingertip. It was still swollen, protruding, craving his touch. He wanted her so fucking satisfied when she left here that she didn’t even want to
think
about sex for, like, a year. As on fire as she was, though, it might take all night. She began to roll her hips against him, causing a slide that lit up his entire nervous system.

“Oh, Ian,” she groaned, and leaned to the right so she could tuck her left leg under, then to the left to do the same with the right. He supported her weight as she did so, but even that movement caused him to bite down on the inside of his cheek. Now she had more control, and he knew she wasn’t afraid to use it. However, her new position left her a little more unstable, so he held her fast against him.

He loved the feel of her naked ass pressed against the taut muscles of his belly. But hell, he loved everything about the feel of her. She lifted. He pulled downward. Both of them sighed. The mirror showed every inch of his thick shaft emerging, dusky and wet and engorged with need for her. She left him completely, her breathing fast, watching him bob upright in the empty air. “God, that’s hot,” she said huskily. “Seeing it. Wanting it. Knowing I can have it.” To demonstrate, she pushed down on him again.

“I know what you mean,” he grunted through gritted teeth. “Take it, Gabriella. You can have it. You can have it whenever and however you want it. Fuck it, baby. Fuck it good. Make it yours.”

His words seemed to ignite something in her. She tossed all her hair to one side and put both hands on his knees. Immediately, Ian put his mouth on her neck, sucking at a delectable patch of skin. He supported her weight as she began to move, riding him, rocking him, and he even managed to slip his hand back down to finger her clit. He couldn’t see much in the mirror except her body thrusting against his now, but even that sight was wildly erotic when he felt the effects of her grinding on him, felt her body drawing greedily on him. Release built at the base of his spine, fire pooled in his balls, but he shook it off as best he could. No, no,
hell
no. She was getting hers first. Always.

All that beautiful hair was all over him. Caught between their bodies, sticking to his chest. Even puffing into his mouth as he breathed harshly against her neck. She sobbed and cried out, one hand following his forearm down to his wrist where he touched her. “Faster,” she pleaded. “I’m gonna come so hard, baby, so hard…”

Instead of giving her what she wanted, he created a V with his fingers around her clit, gently pinching and manipulating it but avoiding touching it directly. “Shit! Why do you do the opposite of what I say?” He almost had to laugh at the desperation in her tone, and he might have if he weren’t so far gone himself.

“Because I want to build you up, make you come even harder than you think yourself capable,” he rasped.

She gasped out an “Oh!” but he didn’t know if it was a response or a cry of denied passion. Maybe both. Poor baby. She’d suffered enough. He moved his finger back over her bud and stroked it quickly. “Ah! There. There, there, there…” And she threw herself back against him, her body milking him in great, heaving spasms, the intensity of which left even him amazed. There was nothing to do but let go and join her. His release punched through, pulsing deep and hot inside her, filling the trusted barrier between them.

When the maelstrom receded, he collapsed back on the bed, pulling her with him, snuggling her close. She trembled at his side, restlessly rubbing her legs together. Neither of them spoke for a long time…long enough that when he looked at her at last to say something, she was sound asleep.

Chapter Seven

Ian drove her back to her car in the muggy, gray early morning light, because Gabriella hoped to slip into the house before her parents stirred, and she certainly wanted to be gone from his apartment complex before there was any chance whatsoever of running into Brian. She probably could’ve waited until noon for that, though.

She’d hoped to avoid the awkward good-bye, but as she got off Ian’s rumbling Harley next to her car, there seemed no way around it. It had been a great night. It had rocked her world. Waking up this morning and realizing he’d taken care of her, moving her onto a pillow and covering her up, had perhaps been the sweetest moment of all—not the
hottest
, but certainly the sweetest. Holy shit, a guy who was hot
and
caring. She’d known they were out there somewhere. And while she certainly wouldn’t have anything against a repeat, it didn’t seem feasible for either one of them. And after all that, she might not have to think about sex for a year.

“Thanks for the greatest night I can remember having in…a long, long time,” she said at last, dismayed that she felt rather shy this morning after that wild, torrid display. After all, she’d been the one who enticed him back to his place. He’d taken her on, so he’d wanted it as much as she had, but still. She didn’t mind being the instigator. It had simply been a while since she’d done so.

“Thank
you
,” he said, a little smile curving his full lips. His stubble was much rougher this morning, his hair sticking up crazily, giving him an even more rugged look than he’d sported yesterday. Throw in the hard biceps and the ink flowing down both arms and the motorcycle, and he looked exactly like what any parent did
not
want to see pulling into their driveway. And exactly what she’d needed.