Whirlpool (7 page)

“Don’t stop. Oh shit, Braden, yes, more.” She thrust out her chest, the wet skin of her nipple rubbing against his cheek. He turned his head and caught it again, laving his tongue over the peak with harsh, rapid strokes until she began to moan, a deep needy noise rising from her core.

Braden took a single step toward the hallway, intent on taking her to her bedroom, or at least attempting to reach the room. But she wiggled in his arms, her heated core grinding against his abdomen. Her pussy was wet, juices coating his skin, and he swore.

“Right here, right now. Oh, please,” she panted.

“Chelsea, are you sure? Owww…”

The minx had him by the ear, pulling and tugging to turn his face to hers. She glared at him, fiery blue light shining from her eyes. “I want you. I’ve
always
wanted you. I can’t say it any clearer than that.”

She relaxed her death grip and snuck her hands down his torso, scratching her brightly painted nails over his chest, leaving eight narrow red streaks in their wake as she reached for the button on his waistband.

He dropped to the floor and rolled her on top of him. While their mouths connected to continue their breathless kissing, he rid himself of his jeans, kicking them off his feet with abandon. He wrapped his arms around her soft body, his hands seeking and finding all the spots that made her sing in pleasure. He cupped her breasts, sucking each one in turn as she squirmed in his lap, her slick pussy lips raking the length of his erection. Wetting him, making him ready for the moment they would join together.

Around them the pale blue shimmer of St. Elmo’s fire rose into the air. The elemental part of their shifters that allowed them to travel through the air escaped as he let his tightly controlled emotions fly for the first time in years. She was his. Whether she understood all that would entail now was not the time to stop. He couldn’t stop. There was no way to contain the lust racing through his veins, the tenderness that somehow wrapped around them as well. He wanted her, but he would die for her if needed.

Chelsea rocked her hips, pressing her firm breasts against his chest, her hot little mouth sucking his neck. He grasped her ass cheeks, kneading the flesh with his fingers before running a single digit between the rounds to play with the rosette of her anus. She drew in a quick breath as he slid his hand lower to pull moisture from her pussy. The held air released with a gasp as he slipped his finger into her to the knuckle.

“Braden. I need you. Oh shit, yes.”

He lifted her up and nestled her slick opening over his cock head, arranging her so every motion brushed her clit, spread her open wide, easing the liquid of her body over his shaft and her pussy lips.

“You ready, baby?”

She grabbed his chin and turned their heads so they were eye to eye. “Yes.”

Chelsea dropped her hips at the same time he thrust up and with a shout he was buried to the hilt. She squeezed him impossibly tight, heat and moisture burning as she embraced him in her intimate clasp.

She lowered her head to his chest and gave him a tender kiss. “Finally.”

They moved together, the frantic tumble of earlier slowing now that they were joined. Flickering blue lights filled the air around them, the paint on Chelsea’s body brushing his skin and mixing together with the natural iridescence of their St. Elmo’s fire.

Damn, he’d never felt anything like this in his life. He’d had lovers by the score, shared pleasure with many of the merfolk as well as the occasional human. Something about the way Chelsea moved over him, gyrating and twisting her hips to force his shaft where she wanted him to go, made it incredible for him as well. They fit. They belonged, and he rejoiced in the pleasure and connection they shared. He tilted his hips, trying to drive a little deeper at the end of every thrust. She leaned closer, rubbing her nipples on him with each pass. The tightness in his sac increased, his balls hardening to rocks. The minx nipped his neck then threw back her head and cried out as she came. She squeezed his cock with a vise-like grip that moved in undulating waves.

He lost control and let go, his release exploding from his cock and jettisoning into her sweet body. She continued to pulse around him, little gasps of pleasure escaping from her lips, and he couldn’t resist kissing her. Dusting kisses across her face, her eyes. He held her close, refusing to let her move away from him as another series of shudders shook her body.

They sat together until their heart rates slowed, their breathing finally returning to normal. She lifted her head off his chest and burst out laughing. Her delight filled the room with a tinkling sound. He was still too overwhelmed to join in.

“Sorry, Braden, but…” She trailed her hands over him and it felt so damn good. She paused, circling his nipple with one finger as she continued to shake with amusement.

“Sorry for what?”

Their eyes met. The sparkling flecks within her irises reassured him she was as moved as he was. Although he couldn’t figure out why she kept laughing. He dropped his gaze to where they were still joined and spotted the reason.

“Shit, woman, I look like a fucking Smurf.” Her body paint covered them both. Streaks of shimmering blue that had nothing to do with their natural release of St. Elmo’s fire streaked his torso.

She bit her lip, the bright smile sneaking around it. “You should see your face. Blue looks good on you. Ohh…”

He rose, his cock slipping from her body as he adjusted her in his arms. Now that he’d given in, there was no way he planned on letting her go any time soon. He strode upstairs to the room he’d been using, Chelsea clinging to his shoulders.

“Shower?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Hmm,” she purred, running a hand over his smooth scalp. “Or the ocean. I really want to go swimming with you.”

“Not very environmentally friendly are you, minx?”

“The paint is nontoxic,” she pointed out. “It’s not like I’m covering myself with lead.”

“Covering me as well.”

“That was a bonus. Next time I’ll use flavored stuff.” She buried her face in his neck and nibbled on his collarbone.

“You know we still have things to talk about, right?”

Chelsea sighed and leaned harder into him, her hands roaming freely over his torso. “Hmm, sure.”

He laughed. “You’re fuck drunk already.” A gentle kiss to her nose was the last thing he did before ducking through the doorway.

The biggest bathroom in the house was the master en suite, and Braden moved carefully, trying to leave as little sign of their presence as possible. They might have free reign over the whole house, but he didn’t want to spend hours scrubbing blue shit off everything in sight.

Once he reached the safety of the tile, he lowered her carefully, pressing another kiss to her cheek before turning to face the damage.

“Hell. I have been attacked by aliens.” There wasn’t an inch of him that didn’t have at least a streak of the fucking body paint. The mirror reflected Chelsea standing next to him, her bright smile covering her face and filling her eyes.

It had been a long time since he’d seen her look so truly happy.

She twirled and slipped into the shower ahead of him, part of her joy bubbling up and sneaking out in low chuckles as she adjusted the water taps. They could easily shower in the cold water, but there was something so decadent in using hot. All the merfolk enjoyed the pleasures modern human conveniences afforded them, and now that Braden had finally—
finally
—given in and made love with her, she planned on enjoying all the pleasures she could.

The large shower stall grew suddenly small as he crowded against her.

“I’m not done with you.” His big hands slid over her shoulders and down her arms, and she shivered in anticipation. “I’m going to wash you. Every single inch of you, baby, is going to get touched.” His hands paused on her hips, pinning her in place under the water spray when she would have turned to face him. He reached past her for the soap and lathered up his hands, his arms trapping her in their circle.

The torment began. Pleasure raced ahead of his hands, his fingers, as he explored. Stroked her breasts, rubbed slow circles on her belly. Encased her thighs with his palms and dropped to his knees behind her as he reached and washed her feet. The blue paint vanished down the drain, but the blue light in the bathroom refused to diminish. His touch, so gentle, so caring, made her heart ache.

He stood, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs pinching the tips lightly against his forefingers.

“Damn, woman, you are gorgeous.” He pressed his hips against her and the length of his once-again-rigid cock nudged the crease of her ass.

She didn’t want to speak for fear she’d break the magical connection between them.

Braden kissed the tender skin under her ear. A shiver raced down her spine and burst into a thousand electrical pulses in her sex. The slow, methodical movements of his touch brought pleasure to her body. The continued caresses of his lips, the soft words of praise muttered against her skin, brought pleasure to her soul.

By the time he turned her in his arms and scooped her up all the tension remaining in her muscles had swirled away with the last remnants of the paint. As he carried her out of the stall and wrapped her in a towel, drying her limbs and nestling her on the bed, she sighed.

“Braden?”

He nuzzled her neck with his lips, wrapping his body around hers and tugging them skin to skin.

“Hmm?”

She stared up into his dark eyes, brushing her knuckles against his cheek. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“I’m sorry.” He rubbed their mouths together, licking a slow draw over her bottom lip. “I was…afraid. No, that’s the wrong word. I was confused and really trying to do what I thought was best. I knew how much you wanted to go away to school. I didn’t want anyone to steal that opportunity from you, not even me.”

A shot of pain went through her. It wasn’t the time or place to explain the real reason she hadn’t gone.

“I still want to go someday.” It might seem impossible right now, but there had to be a way to earn the money. Maybe it would take another year, but if that’s what it took…

Braden rolled to his back and pulled her on top of him, arranging her like a blanket over his heavily muscled chest. “I’ll do what I can to help you. You don’t have to give up your dream. The part I’m sorry for is that we could have been together for a long time.” He lifted her chin. “I know this is going to sound strange, but I was worried about having to share you with any of the merfolk. I’m still…uncertain.”

“Share me? Is that why you were chasing away the rest of the guys?”

“I still don’t think I can handle seeing you making love with another member of the pod. I know that it’s not right for me to feel jealous, but it’s a reality.”

Chelsea sat up, straddling his hips. Was he serious? She’d never dreamed that would be an issue. “Thank you for telling me, but I’m not looking for another lover.”

“Not right now, but you will. It’s normal, Chelsea, it’s a natural part of the urges you have as a merfolk. My reaction is the one that’s twisted and wrong. Tell me you’ve never had two lovers in your bed—”

“I haven’t.”

“—ah.” Braden choked off in midsentence.

Chelsea leaned over and stroked his chest, loving the feel of the ridges of muscles under her fingers. “I wasn’t a virgin, but when I said you were the one I desired, I meant it. I’ve watched and waited and downright hurt with wanting you.”

“Never?” He looked stunned. “You’ve never…”

She smoothed a finger over his lips. “Shh. You’re right, I might need someone else at some point, but for now you’re more than enough.”

She shifted slowly. The friction between their bodies heated her up and drove her crazy at the same time. Lifting her hips she reached between her legs to grasp his erect shaft, fondling the tender skin covering the head.

“Oh damn, baby. That feels freaking marvelous…holy shit.” Braden fell back with a groan, his head crashing onto the pillow.

Chelsea closed her eyes as she sank onto him, the thick girth of his cock stretching her passage. She rocked downward again and again, each motion bringing him a little deeper. Their skin rubbed together with an erotic flare, her nerve endings sensitized, and she craved more. She switched to long, smooth strokes—savoring the fullness, the sensual pressure and heat. Each propelled pleasure into her core. Braden cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples to hard points then making endless circles with his thumbs over the aching peaks.

Nothing but physical sensation remained. Her climax approached leisurely this time, the languorous pulses of her hips prolonging her building excitement. She wanted to savor every second.

“Look at me.” Braden clasped her hips to hold her still. “I want to watch you. I need to see you come this time.”

She stared down into his face. He released his grasp and let her resume control. They watched each other draw closer to climax. The room filled with the light of a million fireflies as all their tightly held emotion streamed out. Pleasure wrapped around them and tied them together until it burst in a blaze of energy. She cried out his name and he smiled, a second before his eyes closed and he came, his cock jerking within her sheath. The rapid pulses of her orgasm rolled in waves, drawing out his pleasure, setting off another series of reactions within her.

They both took deep breaths at the same time, and Chelsea laughed. She rolled off and curled up at his side.

“You going to be okay if I stay here? I’m kinda still in shock. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and this is going to all be a dream.”

Braden tucked her closer, the heat of his body enveloping her as he tugged the sheets over their naked bodies. “You just try to get away. It’s not happening.”

She settled in and relaxed, staring contentedly at his face until the lights of the room faded and she fell asleep.

Jamie watched in a daze, uncertain if his blood pounded from racing up the stairs or from the sight before his eyes.

He’d left the bar as soon as he discovered Chelsea was gone. His groin ached, his body on fire ever since she’d stepped out on the stage in that excuse for a bikini. When she’d centered her attention on him, it had been enough to break him. Screw trying to make Braden jealous, he wanted her for himself. He’d slipped backstage only to find she’d already disappeared.