Twice Tempted (Bad Boys Erotic Tales) Page 6

“Now, this is what I’ve waited for all afternoon.” He held onto her arms, slowly bringing her to him.

  She wanted to touch him but couldn’t move with her arms pinned at her sides. This time he kissed her hard, and his fingers stroked the sides of her breasts, flicking his thumbs over her nipples covered in lace. He released her mouth while his fingers continued stroking her, leisurely and all the more sensual in the enticing sensations he extracted from her. She watched, even more mesmerized, as he fondled her breasts.

  He eased her breasts up and out of her bra. “You’ve got perfect tits, a work of art. I wish I could photograph you…naked.”

  She gasped, not from shock, but from the erotic vision of him directing her how to move and the idea of posing for him.

  “Please. I’m coming undone.” Sam dug her fingers into his arms.

  “Good.” Chuckling, he drawled, “That’s my intent.”

  The skin over her breasts shrank under his hands. Her nipples puckered and pulsed. Each swipe of his finger had her struggling, craving more—so much more.

  He squeezed her breasts, plucking her nipples. Rob’s low groan echoed inside her. Excruciating. With his warm breath and hot fingers, he had her coming completely unraveled.

  It was all too much. She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging wildly. The way he lowered his head, taking one nipple into his scalding mouth, while his free hand stroked and rolled her other nipple, unearthed a chorus of whimpers. The scraping of his teeth along her skin forced a cry out of her mouth. Her whole body heated under his mouth and hands. Rob ran his tongue up and over her nipple, sucking the tip into a peak that he held between his teeth, stoking a fire that threatened to consume her from the inside out.

  “Please,” she begged. She pulled his head closer to her breast, threading her fingers through his hair, and then she yanked.

  “Playing rough? Do you like when I bite you?”

  She nodded, swallowing. This was altogether another new doorway. One she’d never considered. Rob pulled her nipple back into his mouth, tonguing and biting her with the perfect amount of pressure, creating a surreal wave of bliss that rippled through her body.

  “Do it again,” she whispered.

  His teasing had her on the brink of screaming his name, and he gave a quick pinch to the tip of her breast before doing the same thing to her other. Exquisite waves of pain and pleasure coursed through her body. He switched breasts and began to suckle the other nipple.

  She closed her eyes, on the verge of losing the last iota of her self-control. Without thinking, she dug her nails into his arms. She slammed her hips against his, searching for his erection. Rubbing against him, she longed to have his skin against her body.

  His tongue traced over her skin, teasingly traveling to points, where he’d stop and suck. The sound of her voice filled her bedroom, a foreign, throaty moan, as though she’d become a wanton version of herself.

  She ran her hands over his pants, grasping his erection. “You’re driving me crazy.”

  He took hold of her wrists, at times moving one of her hands over his erection and then keeping her still, dominating her. His voice came out husky as he said, “Oh baby, you said you wanted to escape. I think we want the same thing.”

  As if to prove his point, he took her arms again, slowly pinning each to her body, and put space between them. All but his mouth and his hands were on her. Slowly, he kissed the side of her jaw, his mouth skidding across her skin, down her neck. He chuckled as she ground her hips against him. He continued to teasing her to the point of madness. Her inability to move and his having all the control ramped up her desire.

  He smelled so incredible, tasted so damn delicious, and was so gorgeous. There was no resisting him. “Yes. Very much,” she whimpered.

  “Oh, I bet you’re so wet. Aren’t you?”

  Drenched more like it. The space between her legs pulsed, almost painfully, and she was sure that at any second, she’d scream at the top of her lungs.

  “Rob…” she pleaded.

  “Not so fast,” he whispered against her mouth. Her heartbeat thrashed harder when his fingers unlatched her bra. “You’re utterly beautiful. My God, your body is unbelievable.”

  He caught hold of her, drawing her against him. She flinched from the sensation of the piqué shirt covering his hard-muscled body rubbing upon her bare chest. Her breasts grew more sensitive, her nipples peaked, and with each swipe of his body, another scattering of shivers rocketed up and down her skin.

  She tunneled her fingers through his hair once more, and this time she pulled his mouth back to hers. Overpowered, she was close to exploding. He suddenly stopped, staring down into her face. Her heart pounded a war drum beat. They breathed in shallow rapid breaths.

  His eyes were feral and fierce. “Damn, but you drive me wild.”

  Rob feasted his gaze on her. In one swift tug, he removed his polo shirt. His chest, shoulders, and torso were a work of heavenly seduction. Dark hair swirled over his chest, trailing in a line down his flat abdomen, dipping around his navel, and disappearing beneath his pants. Hard, sinewy angles made up his body. His muscles flexed when he moved, angular grooves, masculine, and every bit dominating.

  She ran her hands over his titanium shoulders. His mouth reclaimed hers and his hands found her breasts again. He used his tongue to explore her mouth. Her nipples hardened so tight, sending shivers across her chest, and down between her legs.

  He thumbed each nipple until she moaned incoherently. This torturous method of delivering her to the brink, and suddenly holding back, wreaked havoc on her senses. This had to be his intent, and it was working. She was on the edge of cliff with white lightning racing through her veins. Sam pulled at the button on top of his pants.

  “Oh,” she gasped at being lifted into his arms, and carried across the room to her bed.

  He laid her down, gently. “Touch yourself. Show me what you want me to do, where you want me to suck and lick you,” he commanded.

  She faltered. He unzipped his pants and his gaze continued to consume her body. Under such heat, she eased her legs apart, uncertain if she could do such a private act. Dipping a finger under her panties, she froze at first, but when he lowered his zipper and took out his cock, the sight of his erection held her rapt attention.

  She reached further down, sliding her fingers over her slick folds. Her clit was swollen beneath her fingers. God, this felt mind-blowing. Each swipe across her flesh released sparkling tingles. Swirling her finger, the sensation hit her, tormenting and utterly erotic.

  A low moan tore from her lips. “I need you.” She pressed her thighs together, capturing her own hand. She couldn’t resist and pushed a finger inside herself.

  “That’s it. Baby, do it. Fuck yourself. Make yourself climax.”

  “Rob, please come to me,” she whimpered. Something burst apart, and she arched her back, rolling her hips down upon her finger.

  “You don’t know how sexy you are. Do you?” he hoarsely asked, stroking his shaft.

  Another second and she’d splinter into a million light, enshrined pieces of bliss. He stepped out of his pants and jockey shorts, fully displaying his cock. He was gigantic.

  Sam gasped, letting her gaze roam over his erection, and she stopped touching herself. Through the veil of desire, she swallowed the brick of doubt that had lodged in her throat.

  “You’re more than huge,” she breathed. “I don’t know if—”

  “Trust me. We’ll make it work.” The mattress pressed down as he eased onto the bed and knelt at her side.

  His fingers plucked either side of her panties. She lifted her hips, not high but enough to give him room. Each movement, the friction of skin upon skin, sent shivers scattering, tumbling, tingling through her body. He pulled her panties down her legs, off her body. She lay naked before him, vulnerable, and wanting him to spread his body across hers.

  Rob traced a pattern with his fingers starting from her breast, and then down across her stomach.
He smiled in approval. “God, you’re beautiful. I want to get inside you. Tell me what you like?”

  “You. I want to touch you.” She licked her lips, caught between momentous yearning and a spear of wonder. Hesitantly, she moved her hand over his leg, taking in the way his thick penis and balls, the whole package, hung heavily and appeared so different from the pictures she’d seen. “I never imagined—”

  He cocked his head slightly. “Have you had sex before?” His brow creased, concern etched across his face.

  She wasn’t about to admit something that might stop him, and she fought the shakiness overcoming her voice. “Yes. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

  His eyes only widened further, never breaking their gaze, and he lifted her chin. Within his eyes, she found understanding, a heated glance that shot sparks into her soul. His look tore through her, unlocking her, and she would not chance letting him slip from her fingers.

  She reached out, pretending to know exactly what she was doing. “I’m not a virgin, Rob.”

  “I was only checking.” He exhaled a curious sound, part laughter, part sigh. “Let me see you.” His warm, strong hands took possession of her. He rubbed his hands over her calves and up her thighs.

  He pulled her legs apart, then swiftly down. Rob moved his body over hers. The moment his cock rubbed against her, swiping her sensitive slit, she moaned. He’d lit a spark, and now she was on fire, burning even hotter when he spread her legs wider. She touched his penis, wrapping her hand around his hard length.

  “Baby, do me. Jesus, just like that.” He placed his hand over hers, moving her fingers up and down his shaft. The faster her hand moved, the faster his breath spiked as if to keep pace. Liquid oozed from his tip, wetting her fingers, heating the space between her lips. He moaned her name. The sound of his voiced ungrounded her.

  Teetering, she yearned to be filled by him, to have him deep inside her, to know what it was to be pushed just beyond the bounds of insanity—that place everyone spoke about as though sex was an elixir or some form of madness. She longed to be swept away in that magical current with this man.

  * * *

  Rob tore open a foil packet. He held his penis and rolled the condom down over his long shaft.

  Moving between her legs, he positioned his crown up against her. He pushed forward, without moving much. She was wet but narrow. Narrower than he’d expected, considering; he held back a rash of questions, knowing this was a delicate situation. “Baby, sweetness. I’ve got you. I’ll be gentle.”

  Sam nodded. He pressed forward again, slowly moving into her, and she recoiled, pain creasing her brow. He was already was prepared for a woman with little experience, but suddenly he doubted Sam had any. Too late to question her. Beads of perspiration lined his forehead.

  “Shhh, not much more.” He kissed her trembling mouth. The head of his cock nudged her opening. He pushed into her, slowly stretching her, and confirming his thoughts. “After this it won’t hurt.”

  Her hands held onto his shoulders. The gleam in her eyes pooled in the corners. “I’m fine.”

  He kissed her eyes, kissed her mouth, soft and sensual. He inhaled her scent, willing himself to control every movement. His cock twitched, demanding more.

  “Oh, baby. You feel so good.” He gritted his teeth as he gave her a moment to adjust. Her body was meant for sex, but getting down and dirty had no place there.

  Virgin or not, making love to her required his complete focus. His cock yearned to slam into her, but he knew that wasn’t possible. He moved over her, kissing away the worry that blanketed her face.

  She moved her hips under him. He kissed her mouth, tasting her, tangling his tongue with hers. Writhing beneath him, rubbing against him, she had him more than ready for the next go-round.

  “Sweetness,” he moaned, holding himself back. With a deep inhale, he gazed down at her glowing face. Her lips parted, and he couldn’t hold back another second. No matter what, he couldn’t stop what was going to happen.

  “Rob, I want you.”

  “Jesus.” His voice boomed in his head. A line of fire sprinted across his nerves, and he bowed his hips back.

  He pushed forward again, this time embedding more than the head of his cock. The craving to plunge, to devour, to take her slithered over his body. He squeezed into her, barely another inch. A line of sweat broke out across his forehead.

  He watched her bite her lip. “Are you all right?” he asked.

  “Yes. I want you inside me.” Her hands gripped his cock. Her touch had him dizzy. Holding back, he clenched his jaw so hard that he feared he might crack his molars. He forced himself to slow, slow, slow down.

  “We have to take it easy. You’re so tight. I can stop if you need me—”

  Her eyes widened. “No, Rob. This is what I want. You. Taking me.” She ground her hips upward.

  He needed no further invitation. The feel of her tight around him had him groaning as he settled between her legs. He braced himself and pulled Sam’s thighs up into his arms. Flexing his hips backward, he withdrew. His lust was so tightly coiled. The urge to possess her took every ounce of his self-control to be gentle when he thrust forward.

  Carefully, or as carefully as he could, he’d pushed into her body. Pleasure shook his body. He couldn’t stop, and he continued driving his length into her body. She clenched all around him, a band so tight he had to fight the urge to explode.

  His cock was buried inside her, unbelievable was the pleasure sprinting up his spine, and yet the friction of sliding his length backward, rimming her, had him equally reeling.

  “Baby, you’re incredible.”

  “You too,” she said, smiling.

  The sensation of her tightening around his head made him groan. Christ, he had to get back inside her. He moved, grasping Sam by the hips, and then he plunged fully into her. His whole body roiled, torrents of pleasure surged, whetting his hunger for her.

  She felt so good wrapped around his cock. With Sam, he was harder than he ever remembered. He watched, mesmerized as his sheathed cock disappeared into her softness, and then withdrew slick with her juices.

  He stared down at her; she was so delicate, yet her hot pussy squeezed him, intensifying his pleasure.

  “What are you doing to me?” He had to find a way to pump without jettisoning. The way she moved under him was intoxicating. Her moans had him struggling to maintain his control, to keep from climaxing on his next thrust. No. Way. He plunged into her body and increased his speed, pumping harder and further.

  “You feel amazing. Rob, like that. Do it again.”

  “Baby, you sure?” he asked.

  “Yes. Please!”

  That was all he needed to hear. Full-throttle pumping, his hips rocked back and forth, and he gave in to his hunger to possess her.

  She cried out. “Rob. That’s it.”

  The sound of his name spilling from her as she orgasmed tore into him. He too let go. Skittering pulses shot up from the base of his spine, joined by electrical jolts racing up and down his body.

  “Oh, baby,” he yelled, releasing a jet of his cum. Then, again, he burst. Her name tangled in his mouth, sweet tasting. His stomach muscles contracted. His climax hit hard.

  He exhaled, releasing her name that crouched on the tip of his tongue. Then once more. The force of his exhale—thunderous—reverberating along each synapse, nerve to nerve, taut in his body. With a final forceful thrust, he opened and let her in.

  Underneath him, she was tight, and her muscles milked him. Inside him, the essence of her hummed; a hymn he let spread, a warm and tender vibration, alarming as it was comforting He wasn’t prepared to accept. Not yet.

  Still, he wasn’t ready to stop. He lowered his head, and their gazes collided. He kissed her like he was making love to her mouth.

  Within seconds, Sam had him hard as granite again, and he found a rhythm, pumping deeper, and taking his time in discovering how to drive her wild. She matched his movements, moa
ning his name.

  Lust ricocheted within him. He sped up, thrusting into her faster. Her velvet softness hugged his cock.

  Driving into her, he was unable to hold back. His heart hammered inside his chest. He slammed into her. Sam’s moans of pleasure heightened his pleasure. He needed to have her come. The urge consumed him. He had to feel her climax around him.

  “Come for me,” he whispered against her neck. He sucked a point until she dug her nails into his back. His whole body tensed, his desire spiraled. Tight and tighter.

  Over. Again. He plunged into her, riding upon a crest higher and higher each time she called his name.

  “Rob,” she panted, gripped his wrists, moaned his name. “I’m falling. The light is so bright.”

  The urge to capture her unfolded. A woman as shimmering as an iridescent butterfly and if he wasn’t careful, the pursuit of her would lead him over a cliff while she escaped. Unharmed.

  Undaunted, he moved his arms up her trembling body, wrapping around her, pulling her closer. He couldn’t stop and slammed into her hot, liquid center.

  His pumping sent him into a haze of heavenly pleasure. Her body was his ecstasy, and he raced toward the edge to join her. There, he gave into a final release. Fiery jolts shot up from his balls, up his spine, and rained down in a euphoric shower.

  An explosive climax overtook him. His whole body collapsed, and he fell next to her, collecting her to him. The undefinable essence of her surrounded him. This time, he examined his response. Could he ever get his fill? Never enough. He kissed her hair, inhaling what he could into his body.

  She touched his face and nuzzled his neck. He reclaimed her sweet mouth, petal soft against his lips. Her warmth encircled him, a sheath wrapping around him, and he buried himself further into her body.

  He was still hard and hot, and her body was too inviting for him to leave. They lay together in the quiet room, his head upon her chest. He listened to her heartbeat and closed his eyes.

  * * *

  Rob woke, immediately aware that Sam was not beside him. The sky was visible behind the film of a sheer curtain. Shadows had lengthened, and evening wasn’t far off. Beyond the bedroom, he heard a rattling noise. He pulled on his pants and followed the sounds.