Wet and Wilde (10 page)

His nearness was torture enough! What more consequences could she pay…then again, her thoughts raced back to that closet full of contraptions. She supposed he could come up with more than a few alternative forms of torture.

She let her eyelids drop closed, intending to focus on her other senses. First, she drew in a deep breath through her nose, and was rewarded by the minty smell of his breath, the floral scent of the soap on her skin. The sound of his breathing in her ear, made her squirm. Tiny hairs all over her body stood on end in reaction to his nearness.

It was a heady, intoxicating mixture of sensations, and in no time, she found herself lost in them. Then he pushed her thighs up high, toward her chest. She was exposed! Open to him. Damn did it feel good!

The first touch to her pussy was a light one that sent a wave of warmth through her whole body. The muscles in the soles of her feet contracted, and her stomach tightened.

“You are so beautiful. Look at you, so wet and ready for me. Do you want to feel my cock inside?”

She nodded.

“Speak to me, love.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I want your cock buried deep inside of my pussy.” Those words sounded strange coming from her mouth. She might have thought them over the years, but she’d never spoken them. Never had talked dirty in the bedroom.

“Not yet.”

She wasn’t sure she could take any more teasing. Maybe he was waiting for something. “Please?”

He chuckled. “I appreciate your asking so politely, unfortunately it’s not good enough.”

“What more could you want? Do you want me to beg?”

“Yes.”

She opened her eyes, first catching a good long look at her legs, knees bent, thighs spread wide. It was almost enough to make her climax. “You’re kidding, right? I mean, I’m open as can be here, wet as the ocean, and you want me to beg?”

“It’s not your fault you’re not ready yet.”

“How more ready can a woman be?”

“Plenty. Now, if you want to find out for yourself, do as I say. Close your eyes.”

She dropped her head back and closed her eyes.

Another touch started at her inner thigh, slowly creeping up to the juncture between them, skirted her folds and then meandered down the other leg. That was enough to get her stomach muscles pulsing. She lifted her hips a little to open herself to him more, silently pleading for his touch on her clit. Her pussy was achingly empty, pulsing, wet, needy.

Then he touched her, drawing an oval over her folds, dipping low to her puckering asshole before climbing to her clit. Her inside muscles tightened, eager to feel his fullness within their walls.

“That’s it, love. I want you wet for me.”

What the hell had she been before? She could feel a trickle running down her crack. Her whole body was in tune to his touch, tensing and releasing in a slow, sultry tempo.

“I want to taste you.” His tongue teased her clit as a finger plunged inside.

That was the end of her! Her thighs strained, eager to spread wider. Her whole body heated. She moaned, trying like hell not to come. The irony of that situation didn’t go unnoticed, even though her mind was swiftly leaving her. How many times had she faked an orgasm in the past?

She could barely contain herself. “I need you to fuck me,” she heard herself murmur as she lifted her head to look at him.

Had she just said that?

“What?” He raised his head, his mouth moist and oh so tempting. She could smell herself everywhere.

“Fuck me.”

He licked his lips, and she tasted herself in her mouth. “Seems to me you’re in no position to make demands.”

“Please?”

He smiled. “That’s more like it. But if I fuck you, what will you do for me?”

“Fuck you back?”

He clucked his tongue.

What the hell? What red-blooded man considered fucking an insult? She was spread wide, soaking wet, and begging for sex. What more could the man want?

“What will you do for me?” he repeated.

“What would you like?”

“Your complete submission. You will do as I say.”

“What have I been doing?”

He tipped his head and raised his brows in a silent challenge.

“Okay.” At this point, she was so hot, she’d agree to just about anything—even climb Mt. Vesuvius, if she had to. “Fine. I’ll do whatever you ask.”

“Excellent.” He kneeled between her knees, and she tensed with expectation. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Had she just heard him correctly? “Um. I can’t exactly do that.” She tugged on her bound wrists to illustrate. “Did you want me to try to escape?”

“Nope. I would rather release you myself.” He unstrapped each wrist, kissing each one. “Now, I have given you pleasure. Will you do as I ask?”

“Touch myself like this?” Knowing full well what he meant, but wanting to tease him, she ran her hands over her stomach and breasts.

“No, touch your pussy. Show me how you masturbate. I want to watch. I want you to share your most secret fantasies.”

He had to be kidding. She waited for him to admit he was, but he merely nodded in encouragement. So, feeling a little self-conscious, she ran both hands down her body and over her mound.

“That’s it. Show me your slit.”

She parted her puffy lips and ran a fingertip around the perimeter.

“Where do you touch yourself? How? What do you think about? What do you see when you close your eyes?”

She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. Her favorite fantasy was a bit weird, and she’d never told anyone. “I start slowly, my legs open like this, and I trace slow, soft circles over my clit.”

“What do you think about?” He wasn’t going to let her keep any secrets? Not even the deepest, most intimate ones?

“I…I haven’t told anyone.”

“You promised complete submission.”

“I know. But…” She had, dammit! “Okay. I imagine I’m in a far away place and I’m being tested by a tribe of people. They want me to mate with their leader, but I must prove myself. I must come in front of them. They’re watching me.”

“Very nice.”

His cock plunged inside, filling her. Brilliant colors shot through her mind. Her entire body contracted into a tight ball as heat burst from her center and spread outward.

With each thrust, she felt the tingle of her impending climax. Closer, closer, hotter, hotter. Her senses closed in on themselves as her eyelids fell shut. Sounds echoed through her body, bouncing, vibrating, roiling like waves. Josh growled, and his voice blazed down her spine like lightning as he repeated her name.

She gasped and tasted tangy salt on the air, as if they were by the seashore. She gripped the sheets in her hands, and the bedding fell away, sifting through her fingers like sand.

Oh…

Was she lifting into the air? Floating? Had her soul left her body?

“We are one now,” Josh whispered, his body joined with hers. His hands gripped her thighs, his fingertips digging into her flesh. “We are one soul. One spirit. Forever.”

“Forever,” she repeated. She screamed as every part inside clenched and then pulsed, rocketing her into the heavens.

“That’s it, love. Prove yourself to me.”

Her pussy milked him, the pulsing going on for an eternity as he slammed into her over and over again.

Then he cried out with his own ecstasy, and drove himself deep inside. She felt his body tense against hers, then he dropped on top of her, and as her body relaxed, she opened her eyes.

Her mind froze at the sight before her.

He was different. His skin had taken a distinctly ashen shade.

Holy shit! Was he dying or something?

Chapter 9

When a loved one turns gray before your eyes, there is reason for alarm.

Damn! Jane’s eyes were wide as saucers, and he had the sneaking suspicion it had nothing to do with fucking.

He glanced down. Shit. The transformation was beginning again. His skin was dry, gray. He needed to leave. But what excuse could he deliver after having made love to her, after pushing her so close to her limits?

“I have an allergy,” he said, hoping she would believe him.

“Are you sure that’s all it is? You look…terrible.”

“I’m okay, but I’ll need to get some medicine. I have to leave.” He released her legs from the spreader, then stood and went to the room’s second closet for his robe. No sense scaring her more. The transformation would happen quickly. She didn’t need to see any more.

“Can I drive you somewhere?”

“Nope. I can manage. It isn’t life threatening, just a little strange looking.”

“But—”

“I know it’s rude, but you should probably leave. I’m so sorry, love. I hate to fuck and then shove you out the door.” He took her into his arms and her body clung to his. He loved the feel of her curves, soft and supple. He loved the woman who possessed them, too. “I meant everything I said earlier. Someday I’ll explain it all to you. Will you trust me?”

The problem was, what would she—a human who lived in fear of water—do if she learned he was a selkie, a being tied to the sea for eternity? How could he tell her? How could they live together? He had to return home. His people needed him. He had obligations. This visit to the land dwellers was for only one purpose: to mate.

She couldn’t possibly come with him…or could she?

Shit! He needed time to think. But first, he had to return to the sea, return his body chemistry to normal. Living among the land dwellers had its dangers, among them pollution.

He felt himself growing weaker. “I have to leave. I’m very sorry, love. You do believe me, don’t you?”

“I can see something’s wrong with you.” She wrapped a sheet around her body and glanced toward the hallway. “Okay. Where are my clothes?”

He punched the call button, summoning his butler. The man appeared within a heartbeat, Jane’s clothing folded and stacked neatly in a bundle. Without a word, he handed them to Josh and left. Damn good service.

“Again, I’m sorry to do this. I’ll call you in a day or two. Promise.”

She wiggled into her snug jeans—no panties, nice!—and skimpy top, then sat on the bed to slip on her shoes. “It’s okay. You can’t help it.” Her gaze traveled over his face. “You really look bad. You’re getting darker. Are you sure you’ll be okay? Maybe I should call nine-one-one.”

“I’ll be fine. Please, don’t worry.” He ushered her to the door, gave her a reassuring kiss, and watched her drive away. Then, not bothering to dress, he jumped into his car and headed for the shore. No sooner did he touch the water than his legs fused, his feet thinning to become fins. He took several deep breaths, filling his blood with oxygen, and dove under the surface.

Of all the days to be forced to return to the sea, why did it have to be midnight Fridays?

He descended into the cold waters, his body rejuvenated by the swim. It would take him a full twenty-four hours to combat the damage it had endured in the past week. His heart ached knowing he would spend it without Jane.

As he reached a nearby ridge, formed from ancient underwater earthquakes, he neared a gathering of friends, fellow selkies who had similarly been summoned to the surface for mating. Among them was his closest friend, Max.

I smell mating,
Max said telepathically, immediately sending the rest of the group scattering to the four corners of the earth.

You could smell mating if it occurred a hundred miles away.

Who couldn’t? It’s a damn pleasant scent. So, I assume you’ve bedded that little beauty I saw you with last night? Details, man. Give me details.

You’re not getting a word.

Killjoy. Why are you so secretive? You’ve always shared.

This is different.

It is? How? Fucking is fucking.

That’s what you think.

Max gave him a playful jab in the shoulder.
I have to admit, I’m a little jealous.

You mean you haven’t had any luck? You? The fucking machine of the Atlantic? I can’t believe it!

I still have a moon’s full cycle yet. I’ll find my mate. Don’t you waste a second worrying when you could be fucking. So, how do you find it with the land dwellers?

Intoxicating.

You’re smiling.
Max scowled and circled him, swimming slowly, like a shark.
In fact, if I didn’t know better I’d think you like it a lot more than you should.

You wait. You’ll be wearing a shit-faced grin after you find your mate.

Nope. Not me. I prefer our own for recreation.

There are benefits to fucking outside of water.

It’s not the venue, it’s the partner. I can’t see a land dweller being more fun than a female selkie. Humans are so stiff and reserved.

You’re talking shit. You don’t know.