Spectacular Rascal: A Sexy Flirty Dirty Standalone Romance (13 page)

“Through there,” Cat says, pointing to the back of the apartment. I head that way, but Fifi leaps down from the couch to follow. “Stay, Fang. Stay!” Cat adds laughter in her voice. “Go back to your bed. To your bed, right now!”

The dog barks, three times in rapid succession, a clear “come on, Mom, let me come,” plea that makes Cat laugh again.

A less confidant man would be cursing the dog and the ruined mood, but I had no doubt I’ll have Cat begging again in no time.

The only thing I’m worried about is how long I’ll be able to hold off before I have to have her. I want to make our first time last, to make this a night she’ll never forget, but I’m already so desperate, so wild, so fucking hard it feels like I’ll do myself damage if I don’t get inside of her soon.

She drives me crazy, this woman, but as I slam the bedroom door, set her on her feet, and strip her dress over her head, baring her to my gaze for the first time, I decide sanity is overrated.

I don’t need sanity.

I just need Red, in my arms, skin to skin.

Right fucking now.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

My gaze glides from her softly parted lips to her breasts, encased in white lace, down to her matching panties and impossibly long, beautifully strong legs. For a long moment, I fight the urge to reach for her, doing my best to imprint this moment into my memory.

I want to remember her like this, with her pale skin curving in all the right places and light-brown freckles scattered across her chest like a constellation of stars.

She’s perfect. More than perfect. She’s completely fucking stunning.

Earthy and ethereal, familiar and exotic, and so sexy I can’t believe that even an abundance of integrity and a hefty dose of early-twenties stupidity was enough to make me turn her down the first time I had her in my arms. I want to kiss her everywhere. I want to name every freckle while I tease her nipples through her bra, driving her out of her mind until she’s trembling in my arms and so wet I can smell the sweet, salty scent of her filling the air.

But naming her freckles would make her laugh, and I don’t want her laughter. I want her gasps and her sighs and her moans. I want her husky voice in my ear begging me to take her, screaming that I’m the best she’s ever had.

But first I need to make sure we go into this more prepared than we were last time.

“I’m clean. I was tested last month.” I strip my shirt slowly over my head and toss it to the floor, not missing the way her gaze drops to my chest then skims lower, down my stomach to the close of my jeans, making my cock weep a single tear of pain for the tragedy of still being separated from this woman. “What about you?”

“I haven’t been tested recently.” She looks hungry, starving, like she wants to nibble a trail from my neck to my navel, and I realize I would sell semi-vital organs for the pleasure of being her next meal. “But I’ve never had sex without a condom.”

I bite my lip as I reach for the close of my jeans, slowly popping the button free and catching the tab of the zipper between my fingers. “Never?”

She shakes her head dreamily from side to side, her attention fixed on the close of my pants. “Never. Nico wanted to, but—”

“I don’t want to hear about Nico.” I drag my zipper down, letting the humming sound fill the silence between my words. “I want to hear whether you’re on the pill. And, if so, if you want me to fuck you bare. Or if you’d rather I wrap up. Whatever you want, Red, I just want to know before this starts. If I remember correctly, last time I touched you I lost my damned mind and was ready to fuck first and ask important questions later.”

“I have an IUD.” Her breasts rise and fall as I shove my jeans to the ground, setting my cock free to strain against the front of my boxer briefs in a desperate play to get closer to Cat. “And no condom. You can be my first time bare. I…I still trust you.”

“I’m glad. And I wish I’d been your first in every way. You deserved so much better than Tool Box.” I pull her into my arms and back her toward the bed, a bolt of pure lust surging through me as I realize I’m seconds away from having her under me.

I lower my face to hers, kissing her cheek before I whisper, “I wish I’d taken you that night in the woods, and every night that summer. I wish I’d made love to you until making you come was the special skill on my resume. Until I could make you come so many times in a row you would beg me to stop so you could catch your breath.”

“No, you don’t,” she says, breath hitching as her thighs hit the mattress. “And I would never have asked you to stop. Like my tolerance to beer, my tolerance for orgasms is unusually high.”

“I didn’t say you would have
asked
me to stop.” I guide her back onto the bed, lengthening my body on top of hers, every place we touch catching fire. The chemistry between us is so hot it’s almost painful, but I can’t wait to see how much hotter things can get.

I cup her breast in my hand, letting my thumb whisper across her already tight nipple, balls pulsing as she moans softly in response. “I said you would
beg
.” I lower my mouth to her breast, brushing my lips back and forth across her nipple through the lace. “Do I need to teach you how to beg, Red?”

“Yes, I think you do.” She holds my gaze as I trap her nipple between my teeth, biting down with gentle pulses. Her eyes darken with a heart-stopping mix of hunger and vulnerability that makes me even more desperate to be inside her. “Teach me, Aidan. Make me beg you to fuck me.” I bite her nipple, and she gasps, “Break me, just a little.”

“I will, I promise,” I swear, pulling my mouth away from her nipple and curling my fingers into the lacy fabric. “I’ll break you, Red. I’ll make you beg and cry and think you’re going to die if you don’t get to come. But then I’ll put you right back together again, baby. I promise.”

“Don’t call me baby,” she says, a gleam in her eye that assures me the battle has begun.

“I’ll call you whatever I want, baby.” With a sharp jerk of my hand I tug her bra beneath her breasts, baring her to my mouth, and set about showing her just how merciless I can be.

Bending low over her beautiful body, I flick my tongue across one nipple while I tease the other between my fingers, gradually increasing my pressure until her breath is coming faster and her hips are rocking against mine, seeking relief from the sweet torture. But relief isn’t part of my game plan, not now or anywhere in the near future. And so I wait until her thrusts grow urgent, demanding, almost frantic. I clench my jaw and let her grind against my cock through what’s left of our clothes until I feel like I might die from how much I want her.

I am suffering, aching, desperate. The slit at the top of my cock is leaking, and my balls are throbbing, and every cell in my body is crying out for me to fuck Cat now, fuck her hard, fuck her until she understands that no one will ever satisfy her the way I can, but I deny myself. I deny myself because this isn’t just about breaking her; it’s about breaking me, too.

It’s about taking us both so far into the darkness that we’re lost. Lost and crazed and so desperate for a break in the suffering that the pleasure we find at the end of the long, grueling road be all the fucking sweeter.

“So sweet,” I murmur against her nipple as I slide my tongue around her slick, swollen tip. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

“I love the way your beard feels against my skin. I love that every part of you feels like a man.” She threads her fingers into my hair and fists them there, tugging hard enough to send a flash of welcome pain down the back of my neck. A little bit of pain is perfect, just what I need to give me the strength to keep pushing us both closer to the edge of reason.

“I want you so much,” she moans. “Inside me, Aidan. Please, I need to feel you inside me.”

She bucks into my cock, and I let her go, let her grind her clit against my pulsing length until she’s trembling and clinging to my shoulders and so close to coming from the friction of our bodies sliding against each other. Then, and only then, when I sense she’s truly about to catch fire, do I pull away.

I sever the contact between us completely, sending a cold rush of air gusting between us as I sit on my heels, fighting the urge to smile as her eyes widen in shock, and then outrage.

Now, the battle is truly on, and I’m going to enjoy every wicked, wonderful second of it.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Cat props up on her elbows, glaring at me through narrowed eyes. “Not nice. Come back here. Right now.”

I tsk softly beneath my breath. “Bossy, bossy.”

“Come back, please,” she says, teeth digging into her bottom lip hard enough to turn the plump flesh white.

“Please is good.” I shove my boxers down around my hips, freeing my cock and dropping one hand to my engorged length. I squeeze the base of my shaft tight, hard enough to hurt, using that fresh pain to regain the control to keep pushing us further. “But I want you to beg, Cat. You’re not even close.”

“Fuck you. I am, too, close.” She scowls, making a low, growling sound of frustration as her gaze drops to my cock. “You’re smaller than I remember.”

I grin. “Any bigger and I’d really break you, sweetheart.”

“You’re a bastard.” Her hips shift restlessly against the mattress, and her eyes flash, but I can tell she’s fighting a smile. “You know I hate being called sweetheart.” She sighs. “But I really like you.”

“I really like you, too,” I say, surprised by how true the words feel.

I do really like her. I like her brain and her body and her wicked sense of humor, and I fucking love seeing her squirm. I love watching this force of nature unravel and knowing I’m the reason for the hunger flashing in her eyes and the blush staining her creamy tits a pale pink.

“Please, Aidan,” she whispers, holding my gaze. “I want you so much. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever. Don’t make me wait anymore.”

“I don’t want to make you wait, Red, but I still don’t hear any begging.” I reach for the top of her panties, letting my fingers tease lightly across her clit as I move.

She flinches and arches into my hand with a gasp, and I have to fight the urge to rip the lace in two. I’m past ready to eliminate the barrier between the hot pussy beneath the soaked fabric and my hand, my mouth, my poor suffering cock. Instead, I strip the lace slowly down her churning legs and then bring my palms back to her thighs, spreading her wider, groaning in appreciation as I take her in.

She’s a true red head, with a thatch of damp auburn curls above her slick peach of a pussy, and she’s as turned on as I’ve ever seen a woman. She’s swollen and wet and so beautiful all I want to do is drop my face between her thighs and devour her until I make her even wetter and hotter.

But it’s not time for satisfaction just yet.

“Beautiful,” I breathe, using my thumbs to part her outer lips, giving me a better view of the clit lifting toward me. “Smaller than I remember, but beautiful.”

She huffs. “Well, it was dark back then. My clitoris is bolder in the dark.”

“And we were young.” I scoot down the bed to settle between her thighs. “Everything seems bigger and better when you’re young.”

“Bigger, maybe,” she says. “Not better.”

“I agree. I think it’s better now.” I bring my mouth closer to her wetness as I loop my hands around the backs of her thighs and dig my fingers into her hips. I pause, inhaling the smell of her, deciding I’ve never smelled anything hotter than how much she wants me. “Now, I’m old enough to appreciate every moment of this. And I like you softer, sweeter.”

She bites her lip. “So, this isn’t the time to tell you that there are better uses for your tongue than giving me compliments?”

I grin. “No, this is the perfect time. Keep using your pretty mouth to be a fucking smartass and we’ll stay like this all night.” I nuzzle her thigh with my nose, letting my breath warm her already hot pussy. “In limbo, a breath away from the satisfaction that could be ours if you would just tell me that you’re going to die if I don’t put my cock in your pussy.”

“It would take more than that to kill me,” she says, her breath hissing out as my tongue swipes a trail from her ass to her clit. Her back arches, her tits lifting toward the ceiling as she gasps. “Shit, I’ve imagined that so many times. But that was way too fast. Go slower, please. I want time to memorize what it feels like to have your mouth on me.”

“I’m going to give you time. Lots of time. All the time in the world.” I bring the tip of my tongue to her clit and lightly circle the swollen pink nub. “I could eat your pussy all fucking night.”

“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she pants, her thighs shifting restlessly on either side of my face as I continue my gentle, calculated assault. Around and around, back and forth, up and down, I explore every inch of her sweetness with that same not-quite-enough pressure until she’s shaking and whimpering as her toes curl into the mattress.

“Please, Aidan, damn it! Please!” She arches into my mouth, trying to forcibly intensify the pressure of my tongue against her swollen flesh, but I grip her hips tight, pinning her to the mattress. “You can’t do this!”

“But I can. I am.” I press a gentle kiss to her thigh, pretending I’m not as close to the edge as she is. “I’m in charge, and I’m not giving you what you want until I get what I need, Red. Until I hear you beg. Come on, baby. Beg me to fuck you. Let me hear you lose control.”