Strip Tease (16 page)

He couldn’t do that. It would be stupid,
irresponsible. Reluctantly releasing his grip on her, he went for
his jeans, yanking his wallet from the back pocket. He found the
spare condom he kept and tore it open, sheathing himself
quickly.

He went to her, grasping her shoulders and
walking her backward until her back was against the wall. She
rested her hands on his shoulders, squeezing him and he kissed her
mouth once, twice before moving down to trail a path of kisses down
her throat.

With her whispered words of encouragement,
he moved downward, sucking and licking her delicious nipples as she
held on to him. Her fingers tugged on his hair, her leg swinging
round to curl around him. He could smell the musky sweet scent of
her arousal, knew if he slipped his fingers between her legs, she
would be wet. Her needy whimpers told she was ready and his cock
jerked with eagerness.

Slipping a hand between them, he tested her,
his finger sinking into the hot wet clasp of her sex. Clenching
muscles tightened around his finger, keeping him there, melting all
around him and he thrust once, twice, making her cry out.

Ah Christ, she felt so good. He needed to be
inside her
now
.

Withdrawing from her, he stood straight and
pressed his palms flat against the wall on either side of her head.
He stared down at her flushed face and her gaze met his, piercing
into him. Her hips rocked against his, wet curls brushing the base
of his cock and a shudder moved through his body.

Nate kissed her lush mouth and she opened
beneath him, her tongue licking. He couldn’t get enough of her,
wanted to plunder her mouth all night, until their lips were raw
and their jaws tired.

“Please.” The single word was a whisper
across his lips, the need filling her voice an indication she
couldn’t wait much longer.

Neither could he.

He cupped her ass tight and lifted her with
ease. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist, her molten hot
center rubbing against his throbbing cock and he shifted, thrust up
and entered her with one long stroke.

A strangled moan escaped her and her head
listed back, smacking against the wall with a soft thump. He pumped
in and out of her lazily, setting a slow rhythm, wanting to make it
good for her. If he went with his gut, he’d pound into her three
times tops and come like a geyser.

He figured she wouldn’t appreciate that.

“Faster,” she encouraged, her eyes closed
and her head moving from side to side, her long hair sliding and
sticking to the wall.

“Any faster babe and I’ll come.”

“I don’t care. I want it faster. Harder.”
Her eyes drifted open and he lost himself in their blue depths, his
concentration so centered on her he forgot everything else.

He was falling for her. Hard. Fast. It
scared him but it also made him feel good. It felt right.

Shit.

* * * *

God, his cock was so big and he was filling
her so completely Janelle thought she might burst. Again and again,
Nate stroked her deep, hitting her G-spot with his every thrust and
withdrawal, keeping a leisurely pace that made her want to
scream.

She wanted to be taken. She wanted it
harder, faster, downright primal. Squeezing his shoulders, she
lifted her hips, attempting to quicken the pace but it was
difficult when she was pressed firmly against the wall.

“Nate.” She touched his face, cupped his
chin and his lust-dazed eyes drifted open, his strokes becoming
more pronounced. “I want more.”

His dark brows furrowed in confusion.

“I want it hard. Faster.” She kissed him.
“Please.”

She had no idea what possessed her, but she
wasn’t in the mood for soft, passive lovemaking tonight. She wanted
it rough and exhilarating. She needed to see him lose control.

Eyes squinting, he watched her closely.
“What exactly do you want, Janelle?”

“Fuck me.” Her eyes slid closed and she
ground against him, earning a strangled moan from him for her
efforts. “Fuck me, Nate.”

With a grunt, he did as she asked. His hips
pumped hard, his cock thrusting in and out of her with a delicious
friction that made her gasp and strain. Big rough hands gripped her
buttocks, fingers dug into her flesh, bruising her, and she cried
out, only to have the sound swallowed by his punishing mouth.

Yes, this was what she wanted. Sweaty,
dirty, carnal fucking. His hands were brutal upon her tender flesh,
his hips bumping against hers, his mouth and teeth and tongue
devouring her.

She loved it, wanted more, her body so
primed and ready to fall over that decadent edge which hovered just
out of reach.

“Yes, yes,” she whispered over and over
again after he released her mouth, her arms a stranglehold around
his neck. Her breasts bounced with his every thrust, the sound of
sweat-slicked flesh connecting filling her ears.

She was so wet, she could hear the juicy
clasp of her sex every time he pumped inside her and she moaned.
Her head and belly tingled in anticipation.

Womb tightening, she gripped him harder,
ground herself against him, and then she cried out, the orgasm
overtaking her. Blissful tremors radiated from her belly outward,
making her entire body tingle.

With a roar of her name he spilled himself,
his hips tensing as his limbs shook with the power of his climax.
Smoothing her hand over his hair, she soothed him with whispered
words and soft kisses on his forehead.

He released her, setting her on her feet
gently, his hands drifting across her shoulders in the barest of
caresses. Tearing off the condom, he went into the kitchen and
disposed of it.

Janelle stood where he left her on shaky
legs, unsure what to do next. She was the tease who lured him up
here in the first place. Would he stay the night?

Nate padded back into the living room,
looking completely comfortable in his naked state. A zing of
pleasure moved through her at the sight of him.

His arms bulged in the right places, strong
and sure. His broad chest, flat abs and stomach were pure
perfection. His cock stood at half-mast. Looking at him made her
want him again.

She stood frozen when he approached, wary
and a little worried. He slipped his arms around her waist and
kissed her softly, immediately easing her fears. Her lips clung to
his, she held onto him and he squeezed her tight.

“Bedroom?” he asked.

“Okay.” She nodded and disentangled herself
from him. Taking his hand, she led him to her tiny room. Yet again,
she felt awkward. This after-sex thing was hard, something she’d
rarely experienced.

Since she’d never really had what someone
would call a long-term relationship, she’d never dealt with it.
She’d had plenty of sex, but it was usually the kind that ended
with, ‘Hey, gotta go, been nice knowin’ you’.”

And then she never saw the guy again.

She’d never let herself be open to the
possibility of a relationship before. They scared her too damn
much.

Janelle released his hand when they entered
the bedroom and she rounded the bed to her side, pulling the covers
back with efficient movements. He went to the other side, helping
her with the comforter before crawling beneath it as if he belonged
there.

Settling himself against the pillows, his
arms bent behind his head, fingers laced at the back of his neck.
He glanced up, caught her watching him and his eyes darkened.

“Is this all right?”

It was more than all right. A wave of
pleasure so strong it nearly made her sway on her feet rolled
through her just looking at him.

So masculine, so confident with her pale
blue pseudo-Shabby Chic comforter pooled around his waist. She
wanted to crawl on top of him and rub her breasts against his
chest. Maybe even cup her breasts in her hands and offer them to
his mouth, watch him suck on her nipples greedily, which he was
sooo good at.

Her skin heated and desire pooled low in her
belly.

Realizing he waited for her answer, she
nodded, climbing under the covers to join him. His hard cock
brushed against her leg as she settled in and she stared up at him
with wide eyes.

With one dark brow cocked, Nate smiled at
her, his brown eyes smoldering with intensity. It didn’t seem to
take much to arouse him, though she felt the same.

“Looks like you’re ready for round two,” she
murmured, her hand clasped around his thick length.

A harsh breath escaped him at the gentle
stroke of her fingers. “I’ve been ready since that morning I
brought you back here.”

“Me too,” she admitted.

If they were going to be truthful, she may
as well start tonight.

His fingers circled around her wrist,
stopping her from touching him. The emotion she saw swirling in his
eyes took her breath away.

“It’s stupid, how we’re trying to deny
this.”

She nodded, distracted by his thumb sweeping
across the inside of her wrist. Her pulse quickened and her body
tightened. She felt caught, trapped, but not in a bad way.

No in a very, very good way.

“I don’t want to play games, Janelle. If you
want me to leave, then tell me. If you don’t want to see me
anymore, let me know. Because I want to see you again, despite
everything that’s going on with your sister and this case.”

His confession surprised her. “I thought you
said us being together would compromise your investigation.”

“Screw it. My investigation is already
compromised. I can’t think straight. All I can think about is
you.”

Her heart soared at the admission. “I—I
don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything. Come here.” He
tugged on her wrist so she landed atop his big warm body and she
straddled his stomach, marveling at the hard strength beneath
her.

“Just don’t say no,” he said right before he
kissed her.

As if she could. Withdrawing from him, she
slid down his body, her mouth blazing a trail along his hair
roughened skin.

The flat planes of his stomach, the rippling
muscles beneath her lips. She licked and nibbled, conscious of how
wet she grew, how much she ached.

All for him.

His cock bobbed eagerly, so close to her
mouth and she teased him, kissed his inner thighs, felt them tense
beneath her mouth. His musky scent surrounded her, the smell of
aroused man, of sex. Her mouth watered and she was desperate to
please him.

She’d never been one to relish oral sex. She
didn’t hate it, but she’d always done it as part of a give and
take. If he went down, she went down. What’s fair was fair.

With Nate, she wanted his cock in her mouth,
wanted to give him pleasure, wanted to taste him when he came. The
idea alone excited her and she grasped his cock, her fingers
wrapped tightly around the base.

“Yeah, like that,” he whispered, his voice
harsh, his breathing loud.

She gripped him even tighter, squeezing
before she began to pump him with her fist. His hips lifted a
little with her every movement, the slit at the head of his cock
weeping with pre-come. Dipping her head, she dabbed at it with her
tongue, and she swallowed his salty essence.

“Ah Christ,” he groaned when her lips
wrapped around his cock and she sucked him deep, her cheeks going
hollow with the movement.

He tasted good. His thick cock filled her
mouth and she slid her tongue around him, searching the velvety
hard skin. Slowly she moved down, taking him into her mouth inch by
inch until he nudged the back of her throat.

God, he was huge. Magnificent. Her sex wept
with excitement, more than eager for him to be inside her.

But not yet.

“Baby, flip around.”

She glanced up at him, wondering what he
wanted.

“I want to taste you.” His hot eyes pleaded
with her and he licked his lips. “Climb up here. Let’s enjoy each
other.”

Janelle’s entire body went weak and she took
a deep breath, swinging around and into position. Her lower body
poised just above his face, her legs alongside of him and her belly
pressed against his. She gripped his cock, licking it, wrapping her
lips around him and when his tongue touched her, she shuddered.

How was she supposed to concentrate when he
was doing
that
to her?

“You taste good. So pink and pretty and
wet.”

He licked her, his tongue searching her
folds before he delved into her.

“Nate,” she whispered, dropping her
head.

His tongue was thorough, a sensual weapon
wrecking havoc on her aroused body. When his tongue touched her
clit she tensed, hanging over him, and she heard him chuckle.

“Feel good?” he asked, his voice a husky
murmur.

“God, yes.”

She needed to concentrate on him, but it was
so hard when his lips were wrapped around her clit and sucking.

Drawing his cock back into her mouth, her
head bobbed up and down, taking him as far as she could. His hips
kept pace with her mouth and she reached down, cupping his balls
which were drawn up tight against his body.

Nate was close. The little murmurs and moans
he emitted against her were a strong indication.

But he surprised her. His hands clutched her
backside spreading her cheeks and then a finger snuck in between
them, teasing her anus.

“Oh!” Janelle released his cock from her
mouth, startled at the tingling sensations his stroking finger
brought forth.

“Such a pretty little ass. It shouldn’t be
neglected. Ever been taken here before?”

She shook her head, her stomach tingling.
“No.”

“Someday I’d like to. I want to own every
part of you.”

He buried his face against her, his tongue
licking her clit, his wet finger stroking her. He wrapped his lips
around her clit and she shut her eyes, unable to do anything else
but concentrate on the magic Nate was performing on her body.