Star Crossed (17 page)

His chuckle against her bottom was throatily sexy. “I sincerely doubt that’s true. I will, however, take the hint.”

She hoped she hadn’t betrayed herself as too vanilla. If she had, Luke didn’t seem to mind. He rose with more nuzzling and caresses, his hands sliding around her torso to pay homage to her front. When he was totally erect, so to speak, his front molded her back snugly. His cock rubbed the upper slope of her buttocks in restless passes, the hot column branding her. His smooth hardness felt so good she shuddered.

“I have protection,” he said against her ear. “I’m going to put it on.”

“When did you grab that?”

“In the bathroom. When I washed my face.”

She was too impressed to be annoyed. “You
are
an optimist,” she marveled.

His laugh might have been a tad sheepish. He was smart enough not to call her a sure thing—despite the evidence supporting that conclusion.

She couldn’t worry about that when he came back to her.

“Now we’re ready to play,” he said.

She bit her lip and arched as his sheathed cock pushed slowly into her. Swallowing her moan took work. Her fingers felt ready to claw the wallpaper. She realized she hadn’t been entered like this before, with her and the man standing up. The angle was interesting. Luke felt huge, for one thing. For another, his throbbing head was running up the sweetest nerves in her front wall.

“Jesus,” he breathed when he’d crammed all the way inside. “You feel incredible.”

“You too,” she gasped politely.

He chuckled, drawing back and shoving in with unexpected vigor. She inhaled with surprise and pleasure. He’d pushed her closer to the wall, his hand the only barrier between her right breast and the wallpaper. Because he was a couple inches taller, she was on the balls of her feet. He kept surprising her. Or maybe she surprised herself. The way he crowded her was incredibly arousing. A slave to its own logic, her pussy overflowed.

She knew he felt the reaction around his cock. The rhythmic beat of his blood strengthened.

“You’re
really
wet,” he purred approvingly.

Yet again, his voice got to her. A.J. wriggled with irritation and delight on the hot column that speared her. “I am aware of that.”

“You should rest your head back against my shoulder. I think you’ll like that too.”

She made a grumpy noise but she did it, the shift stretching her body out even more. In the context of a fight, it would have been a stupidly vulnerable position. In the context of having sex with Luke, it wound her up in an extremely exciting way. She pushed her bottom toward him, wanting him as deep inside her as possible.

“Comfortable?” Luke asked with unmistakable amusement.

“I’d like you to move now, please.”

“So polite,” he teased as he drew back again. To her relief, his next forward thrust rendered him incapable of jokes. He moaned with pleasure and did it again, faster.

“Mmm,” she said, giving him the encouraging noise he seemed to want.

This was a wise concession. He braced his legs and began thrusting in earnest.

God, it felt good. He was almost but not quite slamming into her—long, intense strokes, their bodies slapping together as they both grew sweaty. Luke marked each thrust by grunting with enjoyment and effort. Too excited not to, A.J. let her right hand make a fist on the wall. Luke’s palm flattened beside hers.

“That’s right,” he praised. “Be as noisy as you want.”

Okay, that last loud moan must have come from her.

“I could . . . use some help,” she gasped. “This feels really good, but . . . I can’t . . . quite go over standing up.”

“This kind of help?” His arm lowered, his magic fingers seeking out her clit.

She groaned, unable to stop herself. He’d squeezed the swollen little rod between his thumb and finger and was shimmying the hood up and down. “Shit.” She hadn’t realized he’d send her up so fast. Her forehead thunked against the wall as her pleasure swiftly approached critical. Oh she needed this bad. Her pussy tightened around his accelerating thrusts. She wanted them to destroy her. Wanted him so far inside her he’d become a part of her forever.

Lost to reason, she groaned louder. “Deeper . . .
Luke
.”

Now he did slam, crying out so hoarsely
lust
was too faint a word for what the sound expressed. She climaxed with her own hoarse cry. The orgasm was sweet and wrenching, tightening and releasing her sheath by turns. By the time it finished, her fingers and toes and scalp were all tingling.

Actually, she thought the tip of her nose was buzzing too.

It took a minute before she could speak again.

“Phew,” she sighed. Then, because he deserved to be complimented more intelligibly, she added: “Rudolph would be impressed.”

“As long as you are,” he responded laughingly.

He hadn’t pulled out. He kissed her shoulder, hugging her gently from behind. A.J. wasn’t big on post-coital snuggling. Because she couldn’t resist the impulse now, she reached back to stroke his hair. Though his locks were tangled and her touch was shy, he seemed to welcome it.

“Thank you,” she said. “That might have been the best sex I ever had.”

“Well,” was his less than eloquent answer. He seemed startled by her confession.

That startled
her
, because—obviously—he knew how good he was. But maybe he didn’t expect her to admit it. He held her a little longer before pulling carefully out of her.

Evidently, he wasn’t done surprising her.

“You’re still hard,” she exclaimed.

That didn’t make sense. He’d treated her to the best bonking of her life. How could he not be spent? Unless he hadn’t come himself . . .

No
, she thought, her mind protesting. Though her legs still trembled, she twisted around to gape at him.

His smile tugged higher on one side. “I know you said once should do it, but I thought just in case—”

“Seriously?”

He laughed at her amazement. “I’m a gentleman.”

“You’re the eighth wonder of the world.”

She shook her head at him. He was flushed and sweaty, like he’d run a marathon. The look was sexy on him, of course. She could see his pulse beating in his neck. His cock as well. That monument to maleness thrust unabashedly from his groin, seeming to flaunt itself at her. The ache in her pussy changed direction from satisfaction to new longing.

Admiring his arousal gave her a second wind.

“I see I’m going to have to take you in hand,” she said.

His smile tipped up on both sides then. “Are you now? I have pleasant memories of your hands.”

“Don’t get cocky. I’ll be in charge this time . . .”

*

Luke couldn’t object to a threat like that, not with A.J. so gloriously flushed and imperious.

“Walk to the couch,” she ordered.

There was only one: a navy velvet three-seater facing the bowling lanes. Walking with a hard-on as stiff as his was awkward, but he managed.

“Sit,” she said. “Knees apart.”

Though she’d shown a penchant for a submissive role during sex, her voice of authority didn’t surprise him. It stood to reason she’d like calling the shots too. Her nipples were diamond-tight in the center of her slight breasts, the color in her cheeks heightened. Her naked body stole his breath: her lean curves, her strength, her near total lack of self-consciousness. He didn’t doubt she could wrestle him to the ground as easily as screw him—nor did he doubt he’d enjoy both options.

His cock throbbed harder at the idea. She was it for him, just totally
it
no matter what she did.

“You are so damn stunning,” he had to say.

“Sit,” she repeated more forcefully.

He sat as if she’d pushed him, watching with bated breath to see what she’d do next. She stepped to the nearest chair. Her leather holster hung on its back. Something primitive in him tensed, but he should have known she’d never draw on him—not even as a game. She took safety too seriously. Instead, she removed the chair’s seat cushion.

“This floor could use more padding,” she informed him.

His brain didn’t catch her implication until she dropped the cushion directly in front of him.

“Oh,” he said, his cock going so stiff his eyes watered from the pain. His inner wiseass wanted to crack a joke, like
that looks promising
.

All his throat was up for was swallowing.

A.J. enjoyed rendering him speechless. She grinned at him as she knelt. Her palms curved over his spread knees before stroking up his thigh muscles.

He loved the mischief in her eyes as she tipped her face to him; loved everything about her, he realized. When had that happened? She’d become
herself
to him, not just his lost angel.

His breath sucked in as she steadied his erection with capable fingers.

“Ready?” she asked, scooting closer on her knees.

“As I’ll ever be,” he said.

No man could brace for this. His eyelids went heavy as her soft lips surrounded him and sank.

Oh my God
, he thought as he groaned. His head fell back ecstatically. A.J. was sucking and licking at the same time, drawing up and pushing down his cock with the perfect combination of gentleness and strength. The choice maximized his sensation while still allowing him to hang on. His nerves were spangling, their sensitivity turned up from pumping inside her. He felt every contraction of her mouth, every swallow and warm exhale.

“Jesus, that’s good,” he breathed.

She pulled gently off him. Startled, he blinked and looked at her.

“I want you to hold yourself,” she said. “Here.” She moved his hand to surround his balls, pressing his fingers closely around them. “I want you to play with yourself how you like.”

He was no stranger to being on display, but he hadn’t expected this. “That will turn you on?”

“Oh yes,” she assured. “And I want to concentrate on the rest of you.”

She’d gotten better at
concentrating
than he remembered. When she returned to sucking him, she put her thumbs on the underside of his shaft, each one rubbing the strut in opposite directions. It was a trick guaranteed to lift his scalp with pleasure. He gasped, his fingers tensing on his scrotum. Immediately, she gentled her tongue-lashing.

“I don’t want to rush you,” she said. “Take your time and enjoy this.”

She meant it. She moved up and down until he felt drugged with ecstasy. He closed his knees around her body, and all she did was hum with approval. He began to play more obviously with his balls—stretching them, squeezing them—and she hummed for that as well.

Realizing she wasn’t afraid of anything, he put his free hand behind her head to guide her.

The blowjob was perfect then. She responded to the subtlest pressure with whatever speed or direction he wanted in that instant. Her tongue worked magic on all his hot spots, her lips and cheeks creating an uncannily sweet suction. They were so in synch she seemed to read his mind—or perhaps his body—understanding signals he hadn’t consciously conveyed. Soon he rode the tantalizing edge of climax, drawing the imminence out by teeth-clenching will alone.

Anything that felt this fucking good had to be held onto.

When his fingers clenched in her short dark hair, she didn’t flinch or resist. Instead, she petted the skin at his base reassuringly, a croon vibrating from her throat through his super-aroused flesh. Her warm, bare body inclined closer.

Her response was incredible to him. As lucky as he was with women, this was an unprecedented demonstration of trust and selflessness.

He tried twice before he could speak. “It’s . . . okay if I come in your mouth?”

She dragged her tongue up his raphe, flat then sharp, each nerve it strafed firing sequentially. Her lips were beautifully red and swollen, her whiskey eyes seemed to glow at him. “I’m pretty sure I can make you—if you’d rather not worry about the choice.”

She’d understood him exactly.

“Yes,” he said, anticipation surging into his veins. “Please make me.”

He hadn’t known it, but she’d been holding back. Now she used all her fingers, all her strength as she returned her mouth to him. She was giving him permission to let go. Actually, she was forcing it on him. The only reason to fight the gift was to heighten his release. He gasped and tensed, his hand contracting around his drawn-up balls.

Even if he’d been prone to self-consciousness, it couldn’t affect him then. Needing to come too much to resist, he gave himself the added stimulation his nerves desired. The pad of his longest finger found the patch behind his scrotum where his perineum communicated with his prostate.

A.J. felt him rub there, must have concluded why, and moved her mouth faster. Pleasure flared like sprinting toward a cliff. He groaned as the ache of almost coming intensified. A.J.’s breath fanned him with excitement. Her lips pulled on him the most forceful yet . . .

His hips slung up uncontrollably. He came like a lightning bolt—hot, white, the electric streak long and delicious. A.J. sucked him through all of it.

His brain stopped working. She’d rendered him mindless.

When she felt him soften, she pulled off. She laid her cheek on his trembling thigh, her hand gently covering his penis as if it needed protecting. Luke’s hand rested on her hair, which was damp but still silky.

“A.J.,” he said. “Wow.”

She patted his fading cock. Apparently, she was limber as well as fit. She was sitting on the soles of her feet, but seemed as if she might fall asleep right there. Equally amused and endeared, he lifted her hand to softly kiss her knuckles.

“Come curl up here with me. —I know,” he added when her mouth opened. “You’re not a snuggler. This is strictly so you can recuperate comfortably.”

She must have been tired. Though she snorted, she let him tug her to the couch. Its interior wasn’t long enough for either of their heights, but luckily the seats were deep. Luke plumped a pillow for their heads. Once A.J. wriggled onto her side in front of him, they both relaxed.

Her ass made a very sweet cushion for his groin.

For a minute, the only sound was their slowing breathing. Luke felt supernaturally peaceful. Then A.J. broke the silence.