Total Abandon (3 page)

He gave her a knowing smile as he unfastened his fly, one button at a time. He’d worn nothing under his sweater, and the same went for his pants. When he pushed them down and stepped out of them, he was gloriously naked. Six foot three of prime male Homo sapiens, with a cock that would make a porn star proud. All of that for her, as long and as often as she wanted, for hours and hours.

When he joined her on the bed, she rolled onto her side so she could run her palms over him. Along his shoulders and over his chest. She flicked her thumbs over his flat nipples, registering his slight tremor in response. Farther down, she explored the planes of his abdomen, but, of course, her true destination lay lower. She curled her fingers around his shaft, savoring the velvet feel of him. Underneath he was as hard as steel. When she pumped him, he closed his eyes in bliss, and his breath caught. What a toy he was: hers to play with and enjoy the results. She couldn’t stop petting him, from the bulbous head to the sac beneath. Ever so gently, she stroked that with her free hand.

With a groan, he covered her hand with his, stilling it. “You’ll want to leave me some control.”

What a delight that she could affect him so powerfully. “You’re a professional.”

“I’m a man first, and you’re making me incredibly hot.”

She bit her lip. “You really find me sexy?”

“Don’t you ever doubt it.” He rolled her onto her back and slid his body over hers. Though he held himself on his elbows, keeping most of his weight off her, his skin pressed against hers. What luxury. She ran her hands under his arms and to his back, so she could stroke it as he lowered his face to hers.

This time when they kissed, nothing separated them. Nothing at all. She could bask in his warmth while his lips launched an assault on her senses. Pass after pass of his mouth on hers soon had her brain reeling. Just enough pressure to make her want more and more, and all the time the evidence of his arousal pressed against her pelvis.

By the time he finished with her mouth and slid lower, leaving a trail of kisses over her throat, she was struggling for air. She stroked his hair, his shoulders, anything she could reach. And then he was sliding lower, taking a neglected nipple between his lips. Arching her back, she pressed herself up to him. Offering and demanding at the same time.

The neural circuits clicked and connected, sending a charge to all the sensitive places on her body: to her pussy, of course, but also to the curves behind her knees. Even to the arches of her feet. With only the gentle sucking at her breast, he could arouse her entire body.

Then he moved lower, his skin gliding over hers as he pressed kisses all over her ribs and downward. Easing her legs apart, he made a place for himself between her thighs. Oh, God, he was really going to do
that
. Cunnilingus, oral sex. The ultimate a man could do for a woman. Her heart nearly stopped in her chest, and for a moment she didn’t breathe. If he teased her clitoris with his tongue and she still didn’t come, what in hell would she say to him?

You were fabulous, but I guess it’s not my night?

It’s not you; it’s me?

And still he went lower, until his face lay only inches away from her pussy. Now or never time. Countdown to liftoff. Probably.

She let herself breathe again. Evenly. And she relaxed her shoulders. But when he parted the lips of her sex and made a single pass with his tongue, she gasped.

He lifted his head. “Something wrong?”

“No. I’m great. Just great.”

“I won’t do this if you don’t want me to,” he said.

“Please. I do. Really.”

“Okay.” He gave her a smile. “Relax and enjoy.”

Enjoy, she could manage. Relax, well, they’d see about that.

He went back to work, this time stroking her pussy lips gently. Just a brush of his fingertips. Clever man. Not pushing but enticing. And honestly, how could any woman resist such a tender caress on her most sensitive flesh? With a sigh, she sank back into the mattress, closed her eyes, and let him proceed any way that came into his head. After a bit, his touch landed on the tip of her clitoris, and this time the jolt that went through her contained nothing but pure pleasure.

“Ohhhhh.” Her own voice, low and thick with need—she’d never heard herself like that before.

He took that as his cue and swiped his tongue over her again, from the entrance to her pussy upward, lingering on her clit. Heaven, pure heaven. Her breathing became ragged enough to fill the space around them, and she reached down and burrowed her fingers in his hair to signal her approval. And a silent plea for more.

She needn’t have begged because he continued. He flicked his tongue over her clit, circled it, and pressed it. And, oh, how she responded. Tiny pricks of light appeared on the backs of her eyelids as her arousal went to simmer. Her whole body grew warm and then hot. And he kept going, never letting up on the pressure, building such a fire of need inside her that she ought to go up in flames.

This time, she’d come. This time, she wouldn’t be able to hold back. She could do it. Nothing would stop her.

And then his finger probed her entrance, pressing inside and retreating. A whole new set of sensations. She’d already become wet, and as he slid his finger fully inside her, more moisture collected between her thighs. Unbelievable pleasure, but how much more wonderful to have his amazing cock inside her when she came. Stretching her and filling her. That would have to be the ultimate.

Oh, yeah. Shit, yes. Now.

“I’m ready,” she whispered.

He lifted his head again, and she opened her eyes to look at him.

“You sure?” he said. “I can finish this first.”

“I want you inside me.”

“All right, then.” He swung his feet over the side of the bed and opened a drawer in the small table. Quickly, he tore the square packet open and rolled the condom over his cock.

Still holding his weight off her, he settled himself between her legs. Now she could reach his shaft and guide the head of his cock between her lips. He eased himself in slowly, allowing her to savor the passage of each inch. In truth, she had to adjust to his size, but after a few heart-melting moments, he was fully embedded in her. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long second, and then he pulled nearly out and surged back into her.

Lord, have mercy. Her vision went unfocussed with pleasure, and she closed her eyes. As she had before, she ran her arms under his and back up so her palms fell on his shoulders. His muscles tensed with the effort to support his weight. But down below . . . oh, man . . . down below, the constant thrust and retreat created havoc inside her. Never in her life had she experienced such total possession.

He groaned into her ear. “So tight.”

“Is that good?”

“Amazing,” he said.

“You’re amazing, too.”

“I just hope I last.”

He would, certainly. He was a professional, and he wouldn’t leave her hanging. “I have faith in you.”

He laughed, but the sound came out strained. His movements grew faster as he pushed himself into her. Each thrust jostled her clitoris, and the haze of deep arousal clouded her mind again. Yes, she’d come now. She only had to work a bit harder. Reach for it. Visualize it. Let it happen.

“Angela?” he whispered.

“Yes, Brent.”

“Are you—”

“Yes. Just don’t stop.” Damn it. Damn it all to hell. He was perfect. He’d done everything right. She’d done everything right. Why wouldn’t it happen?

“God!” he shouted. After a few more massive thrusts, he stiffened in her arms. He’d climaxed, of course. She’d lied to him, telling him she was going to come, so she could hardly be upset with him. So, when he sank onto her, she held him and stroked his back.

Maybe he hadn’t noticed her lack of orgasm. They could try again later. Something different. The experiment wouldn’t end up a total failure.

After a moment, he rolled off her onto his side and pulled her against him. “You didn’t come.”

“Maybe I did,” she said. “Sort of.”

“There’s no sort of where orgasms are concerned. You either come or you don’t, and you didn’t.”

“It’s not your fault.” She burrowed her head under his chin, avoiding his gaze. “You were wonderful.”

“Not wonderful enough, obviously.”

“It’s no big deal.”

“Angela.” He slipped a finger under her chin and tipped her head back so he could stare into her eyes. “I’m going to take care of it.”

“How?”

With his trademark gentle touch, he eased her onto her back and kissed her again. Such a consummate lover, he wove a veil of lust around her, the heat of his body warming her right down to her toes. His hand went exploring, over one breast, past her belly, and landing at the juncture of her thighs. Now when his fingers went between her pussy lips, they made wet sounds. She could have worried about that but his finger landed immediately on her clitoris.

“I should have known better,” he said. “I should have finished you before we fucked.”

She relaxed into the situation. The worst had happened. She’d tried and failed to have sex the way most women did. She might as well accept that failure and allow herself to enjoy his touch now. He clearly knew what he was doing. In a matter of seconds, he had her back to breathless and throbbing. She wouldn’t interfere.

“Better?” he said.

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re not going to stop me this time and tell me what to do, are you?”

“Nuh-huh.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” he said.

“Brent?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking.”

To his credit, he did. To his even greater credit, he’d found the exact pressure and rhythm to use on her clit to send her into the heavenly plateau just before orgasm. She wouldn’t have to try for anything here. No reaching or visualizing or having to force herself to relax. From here on, she needed only to let him continue to work his magic. He showed no inclination to stop but continued the press, press, press that would soon have her flying to the moon.

She hadn’t made a mistake coming here. Everything would turn out right. She’d have this orgasm and another and another. Already, she’d come so close. She ought to fight it off—let the moment linger—but in the end, the pleasure was too intense to resist, and she had to surrender.

The sensations wound in on themselves, tightening to a ball in the pit of her belly. One more second and another, and she’d burst. The climax built and then exploded inside her, rushing everywhere as her hips jerked upward and she cried out. The spasms traveled the length of her pussy, crashing over each other. Brent stayed with her, still pressing and drawing the orgasm out. When she finally finished, he moved his hand and let her float off on her own personal cloud. She only vaguely registered that he’d pulled her against him again and that the scent of honey clung to both of them.

Chapter Two

B
RENT HAD HIS
hands full with this one. He lay, holding Angela, and let her enjoy the postclimax glow. He’d worked with nonorgasmic women before but not with any who could light up like a torch and then close down just as quickly. He’d been so sure she’d been ready as he fucked her. She’d almost come from the oral sex, and she’d made all the right noises and movements when he’d entered her. He couldn’t have misjudged her so badly. So what in the hell had gone wrong?

Most women who came to him with lack-of-response issues simply hadn’t had a good enough lover yet. And they hadn’t given themselves permission to buy toys. Angela Carter could obviously climax. She’d just done a bang-up job of it in response to his finger. She must have some twisted psychology he hadn’t encountered before. They’d get to the bottom of that the minute she rejoined the living.

After a few minutes, she opened her eyes, although they didn’t focus immediately. When they did, she stretched her arms over her head. “Wow, that was . . .”

“You want to talk about what just happened?”

“My orgasm?”

“Before that,” he said.

She sat up, cross-legged, and stared at the comforter for a moment. “I guess we’d better.”

“You shouldn’t have told me you were going to come if you weren’t.”

She still didn’t look at him. “What would you have done? Stopped?”

She had him there. She’d really turned him on, right from the second he’d walked into Madeline’s office and spotted her. He cared for all his clients—he had to, or he wouldn’t be able to do what he did with them. Each had her own beauty, and each tugged at his heartstrings in her own way. But a tall woman, like Angela, always sent his imagination to long limbs wrapping around him and sighs directly into his ear. The moment he’d met her, his mind had gone through all the implications and possibilities, but then she’d bit her lip. She’d signaled vulnerability, probably unconsciously, and that always triggered his protective instincts. Add her long sable hair and green eyes, and she was the complete package of a woman he could make love to all night.

“Well?” she said.

“I’m sorry.” He shook himself back to the present and her question. Would he have stopped if he’d known she wouldn’t climax with him? Probably not. She’d had him that aroused. What kind of professional did that make him?

“I see,” she said. “So what would have been the point of my saying something?”

“I don’t know. I could have done . . . something.”

“All right, this is getting ridiculous.” She climbed off the bed. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

She went into the bathroom and closed the door. The shower didn’t start, and neither did water run in the sunken tub. In fact, she was silent in there for several moments. Finally, the toilet flushed, followed by splashing in the sink. When she reappeared, she was wearing one of the club’s courtesy silk robes. She cinched the belt around her waist and stood for a moment, nibbling her lip again. Probably a nervous habit, but he could almost see the wheels turning in her mind.

“Did Madeline tell you what I do for a living?” she asked.

“She didn’t share anything but your name.” He ought to speak to Madeline about that. He could have used more warning about who or what he was up against here.