Wet and Wilde (18 page)

“Oh, nice. I love your ass, so soft and smooth.” He parted her cheeks and she felt more warm liquid run down her crack and drip from her pussy. Then he proceeded to lick every drop away.

Oh, this was torture! Wonderful, aching, pulsing torture, and she was loving every minute of it.

When he finished laving her ass cheeks, he parted them and worked the same magic to her crack, his tongue flickering and delving lower and lower. She arched her back, willing him to find his way to her sodden pussy, but he stopped just short of it.

“Turn over.”

Anything you say, sexy.
No way she’d complain about that command. Over she went, appreciating the sight of his encouraging smile as she rested back. Once she’d made herself comfortable, he tipped the container over her chest, pouring a stream of the liquid over first one nipple and then the other.

Licking, suckling, at each nipple, he brought her body to muscle clenching, eyelid scrunching need. Her stomach gripped into a tight ball and she lifted her knees. Finally he worked his way down, down, down, easing her knees apart to open her pussy to him.

The first touch of his tongue nearly did her in, but she fought the urge to give herself over to the climax. She wanted him inside, filling her, fucking her mindless, when she came.

Resisting wasn’t easy when the man’s tongue was drawing slow, luscious circles over her clit. Just the right tempo, just the right pressure. Oh… She was losing the battle.

Her foot muscles went into spasm and as if he knew, he massaged each one, his mouth still hungrily lapping, drinking her juices. He pushed her thighs wider, her knees out to the sides, making her clit even more sensitive to his every touch, and she felt a steady growing ball of warmth in her gut. It wouldn’t be long…

He stopped.

Dizzy with need, she opened her eyes.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“No.”

“Thirsty?”

“No.”

“You make a wonderful plate.”

“This plate needs a good reaming.”

“I can accommodate that. If…”

“Oh, for God’s sake! I’ll beg. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I’ll fuck you if you’ll eat one bite first.” He plucked up something from the container he’d been pouring from and held it to her mouth.

Not caring what it was, she took it. Salty. Fishy? She swallowed. Not what she’d expected at all. It wasn’t half bad. “What was that?”

“Tuna steak.”

“Tuna? You’re sick! Whatever happened to whipped cream? Or cherries? Or chocolate syrup? Tuna as a love toy? Only you’d come up with something so—”

He drove his cock to the hilt into her pussy and all thought ceased. Her pussy stretched around him then clamped tight, and she moaned. His cock fit perfectly, filling her to the brim, tickling that spot at the top that sent wave upon wave of juices over him.

He pulled out until the tip teased her lips and then plunged deep inside again. She welcomed him, consciously closing her pussy around him, and enjoyed the increasing flush spreading out from their juncture.

“I love the way you do that. You’re so tight. So wet.” He slid in and out, slowly, letting her feel each inch as it escaped and then filled her.

She sighed, lifted her arms to loop them around his neck and kissed him. It was a slow, lazy kiss that matched the pace of their lovemaking. His tongue slipped into her mouth where it stroked hers. Sensual, it left her feeling warm from head to toe. Then he withdrew it, and her tongue followed his, into his mouth. He sucked, drawing it deeper and deeper as his cock probed her pussy.

Then, with no warning, he broke the kiss, pulled his cock from her, and dove for the duffle bag sitting just out of arm’s reach on the floor.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“What kind of surprise?” Frustrated but also curious, she pushed herself up, watching him rummage through the bag.

“It’s not much. I wanted to see if you like it. Lie back and close your eyes.”

“Okay.” Dying to know what he was up to, she dropped onto her back again and lifted her knees, drawing them together. She heard a snap, like the sound of a lotion bottle’s lid popping open. Then she felt Josh putting pressure on her knees, pushing them back and out. “Just tell me you aren’t into torture.”

“Of course not. Only pleasure, love. Trust me. This will be wonderful.”

“I do.” Her body tensed as she waited. She felt the softest touch to her pussy as he parted her labia and touched her clit, making tiny, slow circles over it.

Gradually, a flush of heat settled over her clit, making it super-sensitive. Every touch intensified, driving her instantly crazy. She loved it. She hated it.

“Oh!” She gripped whatever she could in her fists and held on, raking her fingernails through the carpet. “Oh my God!”

“Do you like it?”

She gasped, pulling her legs wider apart, and wishing he’d plunge that glorious cock of his deep inside. Her pussy was empty. Miserably, achingly empty. “What is it? It’s such a strange feeling.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No…”

“Do you want me to continue?”

Her lungs were losing air, and she struggled to re-inflate them. Her pussy was practically on fire, and yet she couldn’t resist begging for more. Her body was tense from hair follicle to toe. “More! Oh, please!”

“I have another surprise. Would you like me to get it?”

“Yes!”

Her body instantly relaxed when he lifted his fingertip from her clit, but the brief relief wasn’t nearly long enough. The real torture began.

A soft buzzing vibration rimmed her pussy. The vibrator was almost silent, yet she heard the buzz inside her head as it meandered around her pussy while avoiding directly touching it. In reflex, she tipped her hips, silently willing Josh to thrust it inside, to fill the void within.

“This is torture. I thought you said you weren’t into torture.”

“It may be, but it isn’t pain, love.”

“That’s up for debate.”

He chuckled. “What do you want? Tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He clucked his tongue. “You are mighty impatient.”

“I never claimed to be patient. Now, do something about it! Or I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

“As much as I’d adore watching that, I’m not going to let you. Lie back. Enjoy. I’m serving you.”

“You’re killing me, not serving me.”

He chuckled again. “Exactly what I was hoping for.”

She opened her eyes and watched as he dipped his head down and, his gaze riveted to hers, he teased her nipple, circling it with his tongue and then nibbling. The vibrator wandered up over her mound and stomach before stopping over the other nipple.

Her back reflexively arched, pushing her breasts up. Oh, what that bizarre-looking thing did to her body! And the man wielding it! Her eyelids, too heavy to remain open, fell closed, and she sighed.

“I want you to know the ultimate pleasure. Will you explore with me?”

Ultimate pleasure? Did it get any better than this? “Explore?”

“Yes. Let me show you what you’ve been missing.” He dragged the vibrator back down her stomach and teased her labia with it.

She tensed, hoping he’d push it into her pussy. Her breaths came in gasps. Her heart drummed in her head. Her hands clenched and unclenched around themselves. “You have. Oh…”

“This is only the beginning. There are so many things you haven’t seen yet,” he whispered into her ear. His breath tickled her neck, sending a flood of goosebumps down the right side of her body.

Hot and cold. Pleasure and need. She was a bundle of contradicting sensations. And she couldn’t make sense of anything.

He was speaking, making promises, yet she could no more understand his words than if he were speaking Greek. His voice wandered around in her head, drifting like a breeze. His touches ignited her skin. His smell filled her nostrils, and she drew in as deep a breath as she could, adoring the scent.

“Turn over,” she heard him say, and she rolled over.

“On your hands and knees, love.”

She pushed herself up on arms so wobbly they collapsed under her weight. She opened her eyes but immediately shut them again. The world was dipping and spinning like a carnival ride.

Did she take some kind of drug?

“It’s all right. Your body isn’t used to so much stimulation. This way.” He helped her crawl across the living room and settle her chest on the couch. She folded her arms and rested her head on top of them. “I want to make you feel like you’ve never felt before. Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

Inch by inch, he pushed his cock into her sodden pussy. When it was buried deep, pressing against the most sensitive parts inside her, he groaned.

Her body flamed.

“Damn, you make this hard.”

And you don’t?
She tried to speak, but couldn’t. Instead, she rocked back a little, taking a fraction of an inch more of him inside.

One hand kneaded her ass as he pulled his cock out and then thrust back inside again.

Her breath left her body in a huff. Then the vibrator appeared again, slipping between her ass cheeks and pushing at her hole.

Oh my God! Oh my God!”
The zapping vibrations hummed through her pussy and ass, igniting nerves everywhere. She felt herself burning up.

“Open yourself to me. Take all the pleasure I have to give.” He pulled his cock out then pushed the vibrator into her ass as he pushed his cock into her pussy. She willed her ass to take it inside.

The tip eased inside her ass as his cock plunged into her pussy. Her body clenched, hurling toward orgasm with such speed and intensity, she couldn’t breathe.

More of the vibrator hummed inside, filling her more, and more, and more as his cock slammed in and out twice. Oh, she was going insane! As she climbed toward the summit, all sensations blended. She tasted smells, saw sounds, heard touches. Her thoughts became sparks of light in a field of darkness. They swirled around and around as her spirit soared to the stars.

There, at her side, was Josh, his skin translucent, his heart beating in the center of his chest. A smile of love upon his lips.

“I will love you for all eternity,” his promise echoed through time and space.

Chapter 15

When your gut instinct smacks you upside the head, it’s time to listen.

After three long, tiring days, and two wonderful nights spent with Josh, Jane was ready for the weekend, already. Thanks to Carmen’s work schedule, being a nurse on swing shift, their girl’s night out was Thursday for the next four weeks. Lucky for Jane, tonight Diana was determined to get into that nightclub, come hell or high water.

Yippie.

Hoping to find an excuse to duck out of the whole thing, Jane used Diana’s phone to check her messages. One new message. Jane’s heart skipped a beat. Josh’s voice buzzed in her ear then spread through her body, like only Josh’s voice did. “Hi, love. I have to see you tonight. I know you have plans, and I swear I’m not trying to ruin them for you. I can’t go on like this. Not another moment. I must see you. Please come to my place? Tonight?”

Now, that sounded important. Much too important to ignore. Ladies’ Night at the Wolf Den would have to wait.
Gee, too bad.
She grabbed her purse and knocked on Diana’s bathroom door. “Diana, I have to go.”

The door flew open, revealing Diana’s face, covered with green slime and her hair wound around rollers the size of Josh’s forearm. “What are you talking about? Have to go where?”

“It’s important.”

“What?”

“Something personal.”

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

“Damn it!” Diana slammed her fist into the doorframe. “He won’t give you any room to breathe. Can’t you see that? He’s taking over every aspect of your life, won’t even let you go out with us. He’s a control freak.”

“He is not, and he apologized for ruining my plans. He said it’s important. It can’t wait.”

“You’re in way too deep here.” Diana gripped Jane’s arms and gave her a stern, intimidating—or at least Jane assumed it was meant to be intimidating—stare. It wasn’t easy taking Diana seriously looking like that. Green goo had a way of stealing some of the intimidation factor. “I love you. I can’t stand seeing you like this, bowing to his every command. You’re his little puppet.”

“Hey, I resent that! I’m not his puppet. I have my own will. My own mind. I want to be with him. I want to see him. I miss him, even when it’s only been hours.”

Diana shook her head. “This isn’t the way it should be. It’s all wrong, sick.”

“Sick? You want to talk about sick? Sick is that slime on your face.”

Diana’s face bloomed into a green-coated smile. She ran her fingers down her cheek, making three pink stripes then glanced at the smudge collected on her fingertips. With a wicked grin Jane knew meant trouble, she flicked her fingers, sending that nasty stuff into Jane’s face.