The Wicked Pleasures Bundle (Wicked Pleasures: Volume 1/Wicked Pleasures: Volume 2/Wicked Pleasures: Volume 3) (4 page)

He opens his eyes, blinks and shakes his head.  “Wow.”

“You liked that?”

“Oh, yeah.”  His gaze travels down my body.  He seems almost proud of the fact.

I smile, thinking how cute he is after an orgasm. 

Pushing away from the wall, he turns and steps into the spray.  As he turns back to me, his hair is plastered to his head and water drips from his eyelashes.  He leans down, to retrieve the washcloth, and begins stroking it over my breasts. 

The cotton terry moving over my nipples has never had the effect it is presently having when I used one in the past.  Then again, I’ve never lingered over the process.  And Brock is a man with a surprising talent for lingering, given how efficient he normally is.

“You’re skin turns rosy pink when I do this.”  He re-wet the washcloth in the cool spray while rubbing lazy circles over my breast and tummy, paying special attention to my nipples.

I sigh at the pleasure of his caress.  “I have…sensitive skin.”  This is pure heaven.

“Am I being too rough?”

“No…oh, no.”  I close my eyes and lean my head back against the marble.  “I—I love it.” I moan. 

“I thought so.  Every once in a while you make this little hum deep in your throat.”

Eyes still closed, I focus on the texture of the washcloth moving over my skin.  Then an even better tactile sensation joins the caress of the cotton terry.  He begins following the path of the washcloth with his tongue.  When he reaches my nipple, he pauses to suck on it for a while as he continues to massage the other with the cloth.

Yes
.  A burning tingle shoots straight down between my legs, nudging me closer to an orgasm.  As if reading my mind, he moves the washcloth between my thighs.

The first stroke of the wet cloth makes me gasp and open my eyes.  I nearly came with that single touch.  I am on fire.  With a soft groan he drops the washcloth and sinks to his knees in front of me, lifting my leg and placing it on his shoulder.  With the last bit of my restraint, I manage not to beg him to hurry.

Water pelts his head and shoulders as he hunches down, leaning in.  Then he settles his mouth right where I want it, using his tongue to part my lips, taking my hard, throbbing clit into his mouth. 

“
Ohmygod!”

He sucks, swirling his tongue, biting and nipping at my engorged flesh and in seconds I arch against him, my muscles
spasming, screaming in ecstasy as wave upon wave tears through my grateful body.  At last.  At long last a man’s tongue has replaced a vibrator as my source of pleasure.

“You taste so good.”

Even more wonderful, the man in question knew instinctively what to do with his tongue.  As I start sinking back to earth, Brock zeroes in and takes me up again.  I clutch his head and call out his name.

After presenting me with a second glorious orgasm, he rises from his knees and kisses me full on the mouth.  I wrap my arms around his slick shoulders and cling to him, dizzy with appreciation.  I become aware that he is sporting another powerful erection.  Apparently the orgasmic urge is catching. 

He lifts his mouth from mine and gasps for air. 

My body vibrates with aftershocks, and I feel a real obligation to return the favor.  I watch him turn around and shut off the water.

Once again he presses me up against the marble wall and kisses me like there is no tomorrow.  He cups my breasts in both hands and squeezes as he nips at my earlobe.  “I can’t seem to stop touching you.  One look at you and I have to have more.  And more, and more.  Mm.”  He leans down and sucks on my breast.

I am in pleasure overload, but surely his package needs relief.  I begin to fondle him, thinking that this time I’ll treat him to a blow job.  “I want to give you—“

“I have a plan,” he murmurs against my breast.  With a groan he releases me.  “I have to stop kissing you or I’ll never…okay…stay there…” he steps out of the tub and skids on the wet floor as he hurries toward the sink.  I peek through half-lowered lids and watch as he rips open a condom and slides it over his burgeoning erection. 

“Turn around and brace yourself on the wall.” 

I turn and place my hands about the wall, thrusting my ass out, spreading my legs as wide as they can go in the tub and now he is behind me.  His thick erection pressing in my cleft.  He rubs it over my wetness before thrusting into my heated channel. 

“You’re the best painter I’ve ever had.”

“Thanks,” I chuckle, soft and intimate.

He braces one arm on the wall in front of me and leans against it.  He leans in and kisses my neck as I tremble with the incredible sensation of his body finally merging with mine, thrusting in deep, intense strokes. 

“I don’t think I’ve had any better.”

“Really?”  Biting my lip, I close my eyes and feel my body clenching tighter until I can’t stand it anymore. 

“Really.”

I scream out, my heart pounds so hard, I am amazed it isn’t flying out of my chest.  Finally I slump against the cool marble wall of the shower as with one more thrust and a growl he joins me his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

Pushing myself up slowly, I lean back against his hard chest.

He wraps one arm around me and sits back; he brings me down with him positioning me between his legs, pressing me up against his chest.

My eyes flutter open as he takes my hand into his rough and calloused one, almost twice the size of mine.  These were the hands of a lover.

“I can tell were not done.”

I wiggle my hips, relishing the feel of his stiffening cock nudging against the crease of my ass.  “Yes.  I can—feel the same thing...”

He laughs.

I pull back to stare at him over the stop of my head.  “Why are you laughing?”  My eyes narrow.

He nods his head towards the wall.  “This paint is hideous.”  He smirks.  “What are you doing tomorrow?”

I elbow him in the stomach before flipping over and straddling his thighs.  “I guess it depends on how you are going to pay me.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, spearing my fingers into his wet hair. 

He leans forward, his lips hovering over mine.  “I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.”

INDECENT EXPOSURE

“Are we almost there yet?”  I question again.

“You tiring out on me already, little lady?”  He glances over his right shoulder at me.  “I have more pleasurable exertions planned for you when we’re done.”

“I’m sure you do.”  I roll my eyes towards him.  “We’ve hiked ten miles, Colt.” 

He points in front of him.  “Just over the ridge, then we can rest and cool off.  I thought you were made of tougher stuff than this, Gracie.” 

“You’re an ass.”  I drawl, lifting my chin.  I’m sure he catches me staring at his tight ass, encased in his soft faded Levi’s.  I can’t help it; he is way too sexy; tall and dark with black hair and deep blue eyes with a body of a god.  I’ve been dying to run my hands all over his tanned skin all day. Five hours is far too long to wait after waking up horny at dawn. 

“Well, you at least seem to be drawn to that part of my anatomy.”

“Ha, ha, ha.  I hope there’s a nice breeze up there.”  I desperately want to touch him and press my softness against his hardness.

“Oh, it’s better than that.”  He smiles sexy, his brow slightly raised.  “There is a mountain lake—skinny dipping…”  He smirks while cocking his left brow.

“Oh, thank God.”  Raising the edge of my T-shirt, I give him a teasing glimpse of my flat stomach as I flap the soft cotton hoping to raise a slight breeze to cool my feverish skin.  Chills erupt over my body as I imagine him pulling me close, running his tongue along my throat, sending liquid heat pooling between my thighs.

His eyes begin to darken as he devours me with his heated gaze.  The look in his eyes is making me wetter than I have ever been in my life.  The fuck me look in his eyes is making out to be one hell of an aphrodisiac. 

Grinning as we finally make it to our resting place I throw my backpack to the ground.  Unzipping the bag, I remove my water bottle.  

As I lean over, he takes the opportunity to give my rear end a light slap.

“Hey!”  I glare at him over my shoulder as I twist open my water and take a long swallow.  “Hurry up and get naked.”  I say with a mischievous glint in my eyes.

His brow arches.  “Is that an order?”  Wiping the sweat from his brow, a crooked smile forms on his lips.

Plopping down on the ground I remove my hiking boots.  “Do I really need to make that an order?”  I raise my brow at him as I slip off my socks, then neatly roll them and stash them in my boots. 

Yanking his T-shirt over his head he throws it down.  “Hell no.”  Untying his boots, toeing them off and tugging off his socks, he leaves them scattered over the grass. 

I chuckle as he growls, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and slowly lowering his zipper revealing the beginnings of the dark thatch of pubic hair before he lets his jeans and underwear fall to the ground, kicking them away.

Holy shit!
  My mouth falls open as my eyes widen. Heat immediately spreads completely over my entire body.  He is already aroused and growing harder by the second!  I catch my bottom lip between my teeth as I continue watching him.  Man, I got lucky with him.  Could a man be any more gorgeous?  His bare back is strong and tanned.  His skin stretches smoothly over his muscles.    He’s simply mesmerizing and huge. 
Fuck
.  Impressive semi-aroused, but I can’t wait for him to be fully-aroused and buried deep within my body.

Walking into the lake he stops at the point where the water level begins covering his ass.  Dipping low in the water, he arches his back to wet his hair.  Then straightening, he shakes his head, drops of water spatter back into the lake, smoothing his black hair back with his hands he turns back towards me.  “Well, are you coming or not.”  Planting his hands on his hips and watching me with his bright blue eyes he waits for my response.  His chest broad, covered with a masculine pelt of black fur, a narrow trail of hair descends out of view into the water, like an arrow on a treasure map. 

God, I hope the cold water hasn’t shrunk his arousal.  This would be very disappointing indeed.  My mouth falls open as his right hand slips from his hip to his groin.  All I can do is stare at him as he moves his hand up and down his massive erection, stroking the hard flesh between his legs. 

Closing my eyes, I inwardly moaned for his touch.

“Are you coming, because if you don’t hurry, I will be coming without you…”  There’s an almost feral gleam in his eyes, his gaze never leaving me.

My arms prickle with goose bumps as I yank my shirt over my head, tossing it to the ground.  My hunger for him completely consumes me.  A corner of my mouth curls up as I watch his eyes focus on my hot pink pushup bra.  My nipples pucker under his gaze, pebbling against the cool silk.  I feel a tightening, squeezing sensation between my legs.  I can’t remember a time that I’ve felt so turned on, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

Slowly, I unbuckle my own belt and unfasten the waistband of my jeans.  My heart begins beating even faster now.  When I enter the lake, I just know I’m going to attack him.  I want him.  I want his hands and mouth all over me.  With a little wiggle, I push my jeans over my hips and let them fall.

I notice the lift of his brow at the sight of my miniscule hot pink matching bikini panties, barely enough material to cover my weeping mound.  I just know there is a damp spot staining the scrap of silk covering my pussy.

Stepping out of my jeans, I lean over to pick them up, tossing them with the rest of my clothes.  My ass thrusts in the air, giving him a clear view of my taut cheeks. 

“Hurry,” he growls.

His impatience is giving me a sudden gratifying feeling of power.  He’s at my mercy.  I’m setting the pace.  And I am enjoying making him wait, increasing his desire. 

“Just keep in mind that the torment you’re dishing out will become your torment soon enough.”

Turning to face him, I pause in my undress.  “Am I tormenting you?”

“You know you fucking are.”  He smiles.  “That’s all right, I’m going to make you scream.” 

“Mmm…”  Reaching behind my back to unhook my bra, it comes loose and I let it slide seductively half-way down my arms.  “Is that a promise?”  With a flourish, whipping the bra off, I drop it on top of the rest my clothes. 

I can hear the hiss of his breath as my pale, plump breasts are now finally exposed.

The hot pink silk of my panties drop to the ground, I nudge them with my foot onto my pile of clothes as well.

“I suggest you get your tight little bottom into this lake ASAP,” he calls.

Squealing, I turn and sprint towards the lake.  “Ugh!”  It’s colder than I thought it would be.  As the water reaches my hips, I push off with my feet and swim towards the middle of the lake, immersing my whole body in the chill water.

I come to an abrupt halt as his hand seizes my ankle.  “Hey!”  Dropping my free foot to the bottom of the lake, I turn to face him.  The water is only chest deep, barely deep enough to cover my naked breasts.

Pulling me hard against his chest, I wrap my ankles around his back straddling him around the waist.  Gasping as my most sensitive flesh presses against him.  Supporting me with one arm he slides his other hand around my neck.

His breathing becomes increasingly heavy.  I can feel the rise and fall of his stomach pushing against my sensitive pussy.

“I want you.  I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

“I want you, too.” 

Dragging me farther up his body, the friction of his wiry hair against my most sensitive body part sends tingles shooting straight to my toes.

Whimpering, my head falls back as he nibbles on my neck.  Digging my heels into his back, I press myself against him, swirling my hips, grinding my clit against his rock hard stomach. 

Grabbing my ass and squeezing, he kneads my firm flesh.

Smoothing my hand over his shoulder, I trace the tattoo on his arm with my finger as I flick my tongue out, licking the drops of water from his skin.

His breath caught, before motioning with a slight tilt of his head towards the side of the lake.

With a laugh, I bound towards the center ducking under the water.  “Oh, this feels wonderful.”  Smoothing my hair back, I notice that he is missing from view.  “Where did you go?”  His arm shoots out from around the corner dragging me into him.

“Ooh…privacy.”  Behind us there is a ledge just above water level. 

He swims us around to the edge of the lake. 

With a laugh, I begin moving closer to the ledge where the water is only up to my waist.  Following me, he soothes his hands over my shoulders and takes my arms into his.

Grabbing his broad shoulders, I run one of my hands over his chest, down his flat stomach to grasp his turgid cock.  “You’re gorgeous.”  The steely length of manhood beneath my fingers is velvety soft as I stroke the length of him, my thumb caressing the tip.

Sucking in a breath on a snort and thrusting into my hand with a whisper.  “You’re gorgeous.”  Covering my breasts with his palms he massages me gently.

Groaning, I arch towards him, dropping his cock.

Pulling me against him, our slick chests rub together.  His erection presses against my stomach, and a desperate need makes me ache for him.

“God.”  I run my hands up and down his back, moaning with need.

Kissing my brow, he trails kisses down to my lips.  I open my mouth for him as he continues kissing me with a ferocious lunge making me fall against him as he continues nibbling a path down my neck.

Wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck we continue kissing as our tongues spear against one another and taste the others essence.  Our teeth knocking together as our pants of breath mingle.

Lifting me higher and with a growl, he begins nuzzling his face in the valley of my breasts.  I giggle as his whiskers rasp against my flesh, tickling me.

Gasping as he sucks a nipple into his mouth.  Suckling hard as he moves us back toward shallower water.  Releasing my breast he slaps his hand on my ass, massaging my cheeks.

Digging my heels into his back again I press myself against him.

“Ah.”  Looking down, his eyes look even hungrier than before.  “My favorite part.”  Slipping his hand between us, he begins rubbing my pubic hair, then delves deeper.

I gasp as I feel his fingers exploring my folds.

“Lean back,” he whispers.  “Float in the water and let me do all the work.”

Falling back, no questions asked.  Keeping one arm under my hips to support me I am completely at peace.  I lock my feet around his waist as the water laps against my ears.  The world is still and peaceful, all I can feel are his fingers moving gently between my legs, delicious sensations swirling throughout my entire body.  I could do this for hours.

Jolting as he suddenly tweaks my clit.

Gasping as he rubs the nubbin between his thumb and forefinger.

Launching into a full assault on my senses, I flounder in the water, nearly swallowing the lake.  Chuckling, he lifts me back into his arms and resumes his exquisite torture.  Licking and lapping my skin between my breasts. His breath hot as it mingles with the feel of the cool water, his scorching tongue finally dances across my nipple again, sucking it into his hot mouth.  I cry out, aching for more.

Sliding his hand down to touch my belly, he holds me still as I twist against him, trying to get more.  His hands splaying out against my belly, long, warm fingers.  Clutching at his shoulders, I pant as tension coils inside of me.  “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”  I plead with him. 

His hand on my stomach, moving lower, stroking lower, I feel his fingers touch the triangle of my hair.  His fingers move down, touching me, I can feel another lightening-like shimmer of reaction.  “I want to taste you.”  He replies as he sets me on the ledge and dives between my legs.

I can’t wait for his beautiful mouth to touch me, crying out at the feel of his tongue as he licks.  Letting his tongue dart, teasing my clit, opening my slick folds with his mouth to taste me fully, his tongue probes inside me.  His lips clamping onto my clit as he suckles.  I am already hot and very wet for him, my body flows with a creamy desire and I scream as all the tension in my body shatters.  My orgasm quickens, the whole day has been a long torment of foreplay.  Arching off the ledge with a helpless cry, I press my body against his expert mouth. 

Lifting his head, he grins and presses his hand against me.  “I can feel you throbbing.  You’re wet and swollen.”

“I—I…” I give up on a speech.  There are no words for it.  My body still shudders with spasms.  I reach for him as he gladly takes me into his arms.  I am far too limp and ragged to support myself.

He kisses me.  Long and hard and deep as the taste of me is still fresh on his lips and tongue.

Resting my head on his shoulder, I give out a sigh of contentment.  “That was perfect.”

“There’s more.”

Shuddering as something hard nudges me where I am still sensitive and swollen.  “Wow.”

“Wrap your legs around me.”  Taking hold of my hips he positions me against his erection.

Glancing down, he is magnificent.  Large and swollen.  Moisture seeps from me, as my skin tingles where it presses against the round tip.