Trouble (10 page)

His chest shook and she lifted her head. He was laughing?

She smacked his chest. “You laughing at me?”

“Not
at
you, babe. With you.” He slid from the bed and, brow furrowed, ran a hand through his hair. “That little scene took a bit of an unexpected turn on us, didn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

She tore her gaze away from his still-naked body. She had to get this back under control; a relationship was not what she was looking for.

No way, no how. She’d just started to get a foothold on what she really wanted from life, she wasn’t going to slide back into the pattern of what was the
expected
thing to do.

“Listen, Val.” She hesitated, chewing on her lip for a moment. Hell, she had to say it. “I know that was sort of intense, but I’m not really looking for anything serious. This ‘living out my fantasies’ thing is about as much as I can handle in my life right now.”

His full lips tilted into a slow sensual smile and his shoulders relaxed. “That works perfectly for me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a few things going on in my own life right now, and to be honest, you and our little sexcapades are about all I can deal with as well.”

Sexcapades.

Fun, sexual adventure with a hot man. Just what she’d wanted, right?

“So this”—she waved a hand back and forth between them—“casual lover arrangement works for you? We each have our separate lives, but get together when we want. No strings, no ties?”

He winked at her. “I wouldn’t say no ties. I’ve suddenly developed a bondage fantasy or two of my own.”

“Really?” She laughed when he crawled back onto the bed and prowled toward her. “That’s good, because I’ve yet to have my way with you. On your back.”

He froze mid-prowl. “That wasn’t what I was thinking of.”

“But it’s what I’m thinking of, and you said you’d make
my
fantasies come true.” She sat up on her knees and flashed him a wicked smile.

That lovely energy was swelling inside her again. The one that made her feel as if she were the sexiest thing on earth, and nothing could stop her from getting what she wanted. And right now she wanted to play with Val.

With an exaggerated sigh he flopped onto his back, arms flung wide. “Be gentle with me, please.”

The words were lighthearted, but in that moment Samair realized just how hard it was for him to give up control.

Desire had flashed hot and fast in his eyes when she’d first told him her fantasy, but his body had been super tense. Now he didn’t seem tense, but he did look . . . resigned.

And that just would not do.

She adjusted her plan. “Why don’t we start with a shower?”

He lifted his head and stared at her. “Okay. You’re the boss.”

“I’ll be right back.” She made a quick dash to the living room to grab the bag she’d dropped when she’d first come in. Val’s ability to make her brain fog over with a look had made her forget all about her plan almost as soon as she’d walked in the place.

But not anymore.

She dropped the bag on the edge of the bed, struggled out of the fitted halter, and followed him into the bathroom. Once the shower spray was on, she stepped into the tub first. The spray was hot and felt wonderful. Just the thing.

Val stepped in behind her and held out a bar of soap. Turning so he received the majority of the spray, she grinned. “It’s my turn to play,” she said.

Starting with his chest, she began to wash him. He kept his hands by his sides while she lathered up his pecs, running her fingers through the soft pelt that covered his muscles. She fingered his nipples, circling them, tweaking them until they were rock hard. She ran her hands lower down his body and leaned forward to place her lips on his neck.

His hands rested lightly on her hips, not pushing her away or holding her close. Just . . . touching. She handed him the soap and started to rinse him off, nibbling and licking at his neck and shoulders once the soap dissipated. She worked her way down to his chest with her lips, sucked one nipple into her mouth, and his whole body jerked in reaction.

Delighted, she pulled back and focused on the other one.

Her hands floated over his belly to his groin. She cupped his semi-hard cock and delighted in the feel of it slowly growing again as she fondled him. When he was almost fully hard, she pulled back. “Turn around.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her but did as she requested. She positioned them so he stood under the spray. It landed on his chest and she was behind him. She lathered up her hands again and handed the soap to him. “Hang on to this please.” Then she went to work on his back and shoulders.

Soapy water sluiced downward and her gaze followed it to his fabulous ass. Firm and tight and rounded just perfectly, it was better than she ever thought when imagining it under his clothes. She ran her hands over his butt cheeks, pulling them apart and then squeezing them together again. Unable to resist, she bent low and bit him. He jumped, a small groan escaping.

She straightened up and brushed her hands over the tops of his shoulders to reach his collarbone, then over and down farther in front, skimming the top of his pecs. Unable to tease herself or him anymore, she pulled her hands back and slid them around under his arms to run across his flat belly. She pressed the length of her naked body against his backside and kissed his shoulder.

His heart pounded under her hand as she nudged his hair out of the way and nibbled on his neck. She tweaked his nipples the same way she liked to play with her own. They hardened instantly and he sighed in approval. One hand remained on his chest and the other slid down his flat stomach to play with the wiry curls surrounding the base of his cock. His breathing picked up and he widened his stance, bracing himself.

She ran her right hand gently over his engorged cock and pulled it away from his belly then used a fingertip to spread the juice oozing from the tip. A moan escaped his lips when she reached down and cupped his heavy balls in her left hand.

“Feel good?” she whispered in his ear. “Feels great to me. All hard steel wrapped in velvet. I can feel your blood pumping into your cock. It’s still growing in my hand. You’re almost too big for me to grip.”

She pressed her breasts into his back, urging him to lean against her. To give in to her, to the pleasure. “Is that how it feels when you touch yourself? Do you think of me when you jack off? I want you to after this. I want you to remember how it feels when it’s my hand pumping your cock and massaging your balls.”

Val dropped the soap and reached back to grip her hips and pull her tighter against him. Knowing she finally had control over this powerful masculine body gave her an incredible rush as she gripped his hard-on firmly and pumped her fist faster.

She’d never played with a man like this before. It brought a level of intimacy she hadn’t anticipated, but welcomed. Her sex throbbed between her thighs, but the real pleasure she was feeling was due to the sounds escaping from Val. She spread around the pre-come leaking steadily from the tip to ease the friction and added a twist to her wrist. A shiver ran through him when her fingers brushed over the sensitive head.

The harsh sound of his breathing was only one signal of how close he was to coming. His balls tightened and crawled closer to his body, so she pulled her hand away from them and brought it back up to pinch a distended nipple.

“Come for me,” she whispered in his ear as his fingers gripped her thighs. “You’re so hard, so thick. I want to feel you come. Give it to me, baby. Give me your come.”

His chest shook and a guttural groan bounced off the walls of the steamy bathroom as his hips thrust forward against her hand and hotness surged from his throbbing cock.

She held him gently in the palm of her hand until his breathing slowed to normal. Then she urged him to turn in her arms. She pressed kisses along his jaw until she reached his mouth. After a soft meeting of their lips, she backed away and reached for the shampoo.

Val leaned against the tile wall and watched her with slumberous eyes as she washed.

Finally, unable to stand the silence anymore, she grinned and flicked water in his face. “Did I tire you out, old man?”

 

 

 

 

V
al snorted and smacked her on the ass. Old man indeed. He may be ten years older than her, but she made him feel like a horny seventeen-year-old again. That wasn’t all she was making him feel, but it was all he was prepared to deal with.

With a quick jerk on the faucet, he shut off the water and lifted her out of the tub, the shampoo falling from her hand to the shower floor. She wanted to play? He was ready to play.

“Let me,” he said when she grabbed one of the towels he’d set out. He pulled it from her hand and dried her off with slow, gentle pats.

After squeezing the excess moisture from her hair, he gave himself a quick pat-down and ushered her into the bedroom. There was a black bag at the foot of his bed and he remembered her dropping it in the hallway when she’d called him her “candy store.”

“What’s in there?” He’d bet money it was sex toys. His little playmate was nothing if not adventurous.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out when I want you to.” She flashed a devilish grin and pointed to the bed. “Now, on your back, hands behind your head.”

“Didn’t we try this already?”

“Yes, but I got distracted. Now be quiet or I’ll have to gag you.”

He swallowed a chuckle and stretched out on the mattress. This was going to be more fun than he’d ever imagined.

Samair pulled a piece of black silk out of the bag and leaned over him. His heart raced and his chest got tight when she covered his eyes and tied the material behind his head. “They say when you lose one sense, all of the other senses get sharper.”

They
were right. His groin tightened as he breathed in her clean scent, and the hair on his arms stood up at her closeness. She wasn’t touching him yet, but he could
feel
her, sense her. Then her mouth was on his. Nothing else touched, but tongues tangled and breath mingled, making his pulse skip.

Sliding her lips across his jaw and under his chin, she nibbled her way down his neck to his collarbone, and then continued to his chest. He’d never realized just how sensitive his nipples were. She licked and bit at them, brushing her own against his belly, and he had to fist his hands to keep from grabbing her. The urge to throw her on her back and conduct some explorations of his own was a strong one.

But even stronger was the urge to give this woman another of her fantasies.

She wiggled her hips and shimmied her body slowly down his until his hard-on nestled between her breasts. Her weight shifted again, and soon her whole body dragged along the length of his. Christ, his blood pressure was picking up fast, and his dick was demanding attention. He couldn’t believe his body was still so damn eager after two monstrous orgasms in the last hour.

The woman was magic.

A soft ripping sound reached his ears and then a gentle hum. Before he could worry about what she was going to do with a vibrator, she touched his nipple with it and a shock went through his body and straight to his dick.

Samair’s delighted laugh washed over him and he did his best to lie still for her while she circled one nipple, then the other. “It’s a little purse-sized neck massager,” she said as she moved it over his collarbone and up to the soft spot behind his ear. He twitched and jerked his head away with a growl.

“Ohhh, you’re sensitive there, huh? Let’s see where else your hot spots are.”

His hands twitched and he laced them firmly together. “I could show you where they are.”

“No. I want to find them on my own. Much more fun.”

Every hair on his body stood on end as she trailed the toy over his shoulder and down his rib cage. When she moved it over the crease of his thigh, his body jerked again and a moan escaped.

“Ohh, another hot spot.”

Then she dipped her hand between his thighs and cupped his balls. The vibrations ripped through him and he shot up, grabbed her shoulders, and flipped her onto her back.

Her soft body cushioned his and he found her mouth. Plunging his tongue between her lips, he pinned her body to the mattress with his own. Her fingers speared into his hair and her legs wrapped around his hips as he thrust home.

She tugged his head up by his hair and he gasped.

“Stop!” Her chest was rising and falling beneath him; her pussy was hot and wet and clenching hungrily at his cock. It took every ounce of willpower he had to freeze.

“Samair?”

Her hips rolled and he went a little deeper. “Wait,” she said.

“I am waiting, babe. You moved that time.” He sucked oxygen deep into his lungs and felt a trickle of sweat run down his cheek. He lifted a hand to take off the blindfold, but her hand on his stopped him.

“Keep the blindfold on, and do as I say. I’m still in charge.”

He could live with that.

He planted his hands on the mattress and rotated his hips. Her cunt spasmed and his cock throbbed. He pulled out, and sunk back in. She was so soft, so warm and slick. In . . . out. In . . . out. He established a slow, steady rhythm.

“Oh yes,” she sighed. “That’s it. No coming until I say so.”

“You’re the boss.”

It was fine by him; now that he was inside her, he could last forever.

The gentle hum warned him a split second before she put the thing to his nipple again. Pleasure whipped through him, a groan escaped, and he thrust deeper, harder.

“My, my; you are sensitive, aren’t you?” Samair’s voice held a note of awe that stroked his insides. “I can feel your cock jerk inside me when I do this.”

He ran a nightclub, women hit on him fairly often, and he had certainly heard dirty talk before. But for some reason, hearing it come from Samair made it so much more potent. She scraped the nails of one hand down his back while the other played the vibe over his nipple, and he concentrated on not coming as he worked his hips. He shifted his weight, angled in a little differently, and heard her gasp.