Unleashed. Lori Borrill
when he brushed his thumb over the smooth nub, her soft moan vibrated against his lips.
“This is nice,” he said, sliding his spare hand up her shirt to toy with the other mound. He circled his palms over her nipples where they tickled his skin and sent sparks through his veins.
Her hands tugged at his jeans, the brush of her fingers against his length hardening an already threatening erection. He’d gone too long without the taste of a woman, erroneously thinking that a quick jerk-off in the shower could replace this feeling of flesh against flesh. Her mere touch was enough to send him careening toward the edge. So when she released his goods and took his hard, naked shaft in her hand, he quickly grabbed her forearms and pulled away.
“Babe, I wasn’t joking. You’re playing with a man overdue.” Guiding her hands around his waist instead, he trailed his tongue against her earlobe. “I’d like this evening to last a while.”
She responded by sliding to her knees. “Then we should take the edge off.”
Every nerve in his body went on alert when those soft, wet lips touched his cock and cloaked him in slick warmth. The blood in his brain rushed south, stiffening his shaft until it throbbed.
“Babe, don’t,” he attempted, trying to pull from her mouth, when she relented, grabbing his ass and running her smooth tongue all the way from tip to base.
“Relax and go with it,” she urged, but the anxious beauty didn’t know what she was dealing with. She probably thought she’d come home with a regular guy. Someone who had real, live sex on a regular basis and who could shoot his wad and bounce back sometime before dawn for a few more rounds.
And on another day he would have been that man.
But he’d had too many sleepless nights, and the sensations boiling through him had been too long coming. He was overheating, the climax threatening to hit with such force he’d be spent for sure.
He may have lost most everything in his life, but he still had his pride.
She grabbed his balls and licked, and now he really did try to pull away. Until she opened wide and took him in fully.
Weeks of stress and tension slipped from his neck and shoulders, spilling down his back and sliding over his legs until his knees went weak and he had to brace himself against the wall. He cursed. Her wicked, hardheaded intent that had intrigued him in the bar was about to do him in right here. And as she clasped his hips and began motioning him to thrust his cock inside her, he lost the will to fight.
For the moment he simply obeyed, her moans of pleasure filling his ears and draining his mind of everything but the slick, tight feel of her tongue caressing his shaft. And as he let his body take over, pumping in and out while her fingers toyed with his ass, her groans played like music in the quiet of his room.
Electricity rushed through him, curling his fingers against the smooth, plastered wall, sounding a hum in his chest that erupted in one last warning.
“Jessica, I mean it. This is—” But a sharp stab of sensation sped up from his cock, trapping the words in his throat.
“Oh, yeah,” she murmured before taking him in deep, apparently recognizing the signals that he was about to burst.
The waves kept sweeping through him, each one heavier than the last, and quickly his consciousness drained of everything but the feel of that mouth sucking hard on his flesh. His body lurched, his sight fading to black, his ears numbing to silence as the swirling cyclone of sensation began at the base of his spine and moved slowly toward the apex.
He leaned closer, his elbows scraping against the wall as he widened his stance in an attempt to brace himself for the crash, but before he could get a grip, she pressed a finger to the sensitive spot behind his balls and everything in him exploded.
“Oh, sh—” he cried out, bucking and jerking against her. His cock began to slip from her lips and she latched on, holding him in, dragging that tongue across his length and spreading white heat through every cell in his body.
He came hard, then came again, the waves ripping through him in a constant barrage of swell and release. For what seemed like an eternity he simply gave in to the motion, his flesh and her will taking over, holding him captive and sending him to places unknown. He didn’t know how long it went on before the light slowly returned and her sweet sound of satisfaction filled his ears.
She was still on her knees, her tongue still caressing his shaft when he’d finally regained the motor skills to push from the wall and stand erect.
And then mortification swept through him. He hadn’t had the woman in his bedroom for more than ten minutes before he’d humped her like a dog in heat and came in her mouth. What the hell was wrong with him?
Taking quick hold of her arms, he helped her to her feet, those sexy brown eyes expressing nothing but hot, ripe desire. Still, he opened his mouth to utter a lame apology, not knowing what to say or where to start. But before he could try, she whipped her black T-shirt over her head exposing two beautiful, round breasts covered in green silk and lace.
He stood dumbfounded as she wiggled out of her skirt, leaving her clad only in a matching thong and two sharp black stilettos.
A circle of moisture darkened the spot between her legs, underscoring her remark, “That was ridiculously hot.”
It was an understatement.
She stepped from the pooled skirt at her feet and moved toward him, slow and deliberate, stopping for a moment to slide a finger between her legs then touch it to her lips. “Yes,” she said. “That definitely got me going.”
He swallowed.
When she reached him, she trailed the wet finger over his mouth as she stood close and eyed his lips intently. “Want a taste?”
Now her sweet honey scent was laced with sweat and sex, and as she rubbed her body against his, all the spots he’d feared might sleep for the night woke up for another round.
“Unbelievable,” he muttered, sucking the slick tip of her finger into his mouth. Though she was a virtual stranger, she managed to know his body better than he knew it himself.
Or did she simply know her own capabilities?
Either way, she’d read him perfectly. He had needed to take the edge off, because now his pulse strummed with a tempered warmth that allowed him to relax and enjoy the seduction.
Straddling one leg, she pressed her sex to his thigh and began rocking against him, moving her hips in a dance, a slick spot growing where her clit met the fabric of his jeans. She moistened her lips and watched as he flicked his tongue against her finger, gliding it back and forth over the tip, demonstrating exactly what he planned to do to more sensitive spots on her body.
“That’s it,” she said. “That’s exactly how I want it.”
And the cock he’d thought was spent hardened as if they’d just gotten started.
He whipped her into his arms and tossed her on the bed, still awash in wonder over how this woman managed to tip him so far so quickly. Before tonight, he’d feared himself too old, tired and ruined for sex like this. But as he pulled the thong down her waist and began feasting, the years and sleepless nights slipped away, leaving him as pumped and virile as he’d been back before his life had fallen apart.
She crooked the heel of her shoe against one shoulder then did the same with the other, leaving her wide and exposed to receive all the gracious pleasure she’d given moments ago. And as he dove in, he thanked Fate for bringing him this momentary respite.
Not a drinker, he rarely went into the bars, much less picked up a playmate for the evening. They were usually more trouble than they were worth, expecting more than he could give.
Which was pretty much nothing.
But something seemed to be propelling him tonight. Like the tide carries a bottle from one shore to another, ever since he left the station he seemed to