In For Keeps. Taryn Belle
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“THIS DRESS,” DEV SAID, trailing his hands beneath it up to the lacy edge of her panties, “needs to be on the floor.”
Kiki laughed and squirmed away from him to the other side of the sofa. “You said you were going to show me around, rock star,” she said, gesturing toward his studio equipment.
Dev gazed longingly at the woman he’d known for less than an hour. Their eyes had met across a room full of people—his room full of people—and her pull on him had been as irresistible as a rare earth magnet. She was obviously gorgeous, but it was her confidence that had attracted him to her. A brief conversation had revealed a quick wit and a straightforward, no-games personality. The habit she had of pulling her hair to one side to bare her neck, the way she parted her sensual lips when he spoke to her, had had his mind going to lustful places within minutes.
“Later,” he said. “Right now we’ve got way better things to do.”
“But you’re missing your own party,” Kiki said, bringing a finger to her mouth. She held it there, licking the tip suggestively while electricity jolted down Dev’s spine. She was making him fucking crazy, but soon she would be his. He only hoped he wouldn’t crush her. At six foot two he was tall, and he kept his body muscular with regular workouts. She couldn’t be a shade over five-three, a perfect china doll in a pink minidress. Her large blue eyes, freckles and long strawberry blonde hair added to the effect of innocence.
But he already knew from what had led them here, desperate for privacy, that she was anything but. Thirty minutes of making out on his private beach like a pair of hormonal teenagers had nearly brought him to his knees. By the time she’d taken his hand and pressed it to her pussy in a silent plea, he’d actually been worried about his own control. No—this woman was no innocent doll. She was red-hot, in charge and fully attuned to both of their gratification. “This is my party,” Dev said. “We’ve got everything we need. Music, fun and the best fucking present I’ve ever gotten.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt.
“That’s a lot of pressure. I guess I’d better deliver.”
“Somehow I’m not too worried.”
He dropped his shirt onto the sofa, not missing the hungry rove of her eyes over his chest. Drawing one knee up, she let her leg fall open just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her thong: black silk edged with a cream lace border. His cock surged forward in his shorts, aching for her touch. She licked her lips, which were swollen and pink from the intensity of their kissing. He leaned toward her and took them again. She yielded to his tongue, and he let it build until she was biting ravenously at his mouth. A sharp charge zapped up his thighs. The pleasant, dull ache in his groin was becoming a throb. He needed her. Needed her breast in his mouth, her long hair wrapped in his fist, his cock thrusting into her, her moans of pleasure in his ear. His entire body was vibrating with anticipation, an insane urgency to claim her. Something told him he was in for the fuck of his life, and it wasn’t just because he hadn’t bedded anyone in over a year. He had chosen her when he’d had no intention of sleeping with anyone tonight, and that in itself was a dangerous thing to consider.
Throwing her head back, Kiki slid a hand into her panties. “Ohh...” she moaned as she touched herself. He watched her, so overcome with desire he was practically trembling. “Was this what you wanted?” Pushing a finger inside herself, she closed her eyes and sighed rapturously.
It was too much to take. Dev grasped her wrists and pushed her hands above her head. Then he slowly lowered himself between her legs until he was pressing his cock, still caged in his shorts, against her pussy.
“This is what you want. Trust me,” he said, pushing into her rhythmically. He knew he’d hit her sweet spot when he was rewarded with a helpless whimper. Her wrists strained as she tried to reach for him, but he held them firmly in place. Then he brought his mouth down on hers for another slow, sensual kiss, ending it before it became too urgent. He wanted to prolong this delicious moment for all it was worth—not his usual MO. Normally he preferred quick and impersonal, but this tiny creature was bringing something out in him that had his head spinning. He wanted to fuck her like a wild animal and caress her gently at the same time. But most of all, he wanted her to experience the same pressing need that was melting his brain and firing up his insides like an inferno.
“It looks like you have a present for me,” Kiki said, looking down at his shorts. “Shall I unwrap it?”
“That would mean I’d have to let you go,” Dev replied, rubbing his thumbs in slow circles on the insides of her wrists. “And I happen to have you just where I want you.”
Her wide blue eyes teased him back. “I promise I won’t try to escape.”
Dev loosened his grip, and she unzipped his fly. He let her get a good look at his cock, perfectly outlined against his black boxers, before he reached for the hem of her dress. “Me first.”
He tugged the garment over her head and stared at her in wonder. Her breasts, encased in a bra that matched her panties, were the perfect size—still small, but not as tiny as the rest of her. Lightly dusted with freckles. Her rosy nipples strained toward him when he unclasped her bra. He hooked a finger around one and tugged, thrilling at her sharp intake of breath. “Yes, please.” Her hands, finally freed, went to the back of Dev’s head to bring his mouth to her breast. He flicked his tongue over it mercilessly until she was gasping. When she pushed her pussy harder into him, he pulled back. She made a frustrated sound.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, looking down at her face. He was pleased to see that her pupils were dilated with need. “Was there something else you wanted?”
“There sure is, rock star. Your tongue.” She brought his hand down to her panties. He could feel her wetness through the thin fabric, sending another jolt straight to his cock. “Lick my pussy just like that.”
He hooked his fingers around her thong, and she eagerly raised her bottom off the sofa. He slid the silky triangle down to her ankles. She was beautiful down there, too, a wet dream come true. “You mean right here?” he teased, hovering his hand an inch above her pussy.
She drew toward it like a magnet. “Yes, right there,” she gasped, grabbing his fingers and pushing them inside her. The intoxicating moan that escaped her lips was almost his undoing, but it was nothing compared to the feel of her warm wetness. Jesus. It was time. But his body wanted to rush forward and pull back at the same time to prolong the delicious tension.
Sliding his hands under her ass, Dev trailed his tongue up the inside of her thigh. When he reached the tense muscle that led straight to heaven, he