Discover Me (4 page)

Bottoms Up

Tanya’s eyes lingered over him, as he stood framed in
the doorway of the bar scanning the room.
 
The man wore his salt and paper hair cut short to his skull, and the fit
of that suit gave him an air of sophistication that screamed experience.
 
She couldn’t help the way her eyes
continued their slow up and down of his lean body, or letting her mind imagine
what he looked like beneath it.

He was
close enough for her to see the creases around his eyes and mouth that said he
did a lot of smiling; something about seeing his sensual mouth curved in a
smile sent a flutter to that spot high between her thighs. She glanced up and
their eyes snagged.
 
The color
appeared dark, but she’d bet the cost of her dress they flashed a stormy blue
when he was aroused.

Shock
snaked up her back as she realized how much heat lived in his gaze.
 
Tanya leaned back in her chair, breathless
but unable to look away.
 
The corner
of his mouth tipped up and she sucked in a breath when he skimmed over her
breasts, caressing them until she felt bead under his scrutiny.
 
When their eyes locked again, she felt
the depth of his hunger all the way to her gut.

The lust
that arched between them was palpable, and she wanted to lure him to her. She
caught her lip between her teeth, glancing at him beneath her eyes as she
nibbled, loving the way his eyes narrowed just a little.
 
He took a step toward her table and she
sat up straight, anticipation causing her to lean forward and giving him a view
down her dress.

“Who you
looking at?”

While
Gina’s question registered, Tanya couldn’t seem to breathe as he walked close
to the table.
 
The hard pulse of her
heart throbbed at every point in her body.
 
Would he approach her and pull her on the
dance floor? Being pressed flush against him, clothes enough, would feel so
good.

“Tanya,”
Gina hissed at her as she watched him walk by her table with a wink.

“Just some
dude.” She shrugged her shoulders in feigned uncaring, but there was not hiding
her disappointment at watching him move along. The burn of her drink killed a
little of the arousal she felt being under his gaze.

“Man has
you squirming in your seat.” Gina glanced over Tanya’s shoulders in the
direction he went. Her friend’s eyes lingered, a low whistle issuing from her.
“He is a good looking man, a little old for my tastes, but I’d make him my
daddy in a heartbeat.”

Tanya
snorted.
 
She felt eyes on her back,
the sensation sending chills over her bare skin.
 
Unable to resist, she glanced behind
her.
 
She found him easily, lounging
back in a booth, his eyes riveted to her.
 
Her body reacted just the same to the
heat, slicking and warming.

Gina leaned
across the table. “Mm, I want him to look at me like that.
 
He’s got your naked and bent over the
table by the way he’s looking at you.”

Looking
over at him, drinking him in, Tanya wanted him.
 
But even with the challenge in his eyes,
even those that dark brow lifted daring her to come to him, even with the way
she ached for him, there was no way in hell she was approaching him.
 
If he wanted her, he was going to have
to come get her.
 

He dropped
his hand between his spread legs and she watched as he squeezed the bulge
straining his jeans.
 
Big, that’s
what she thought as he stroked.
 
Her
lips parted, her mind’s eye conjuring images of her on her knees before
him.
 
He’d taste like salt and clean
male, her tongue would swirl and taste him until he exploded.
 
And the thought of him losing that smug
look brought a smile to her face.

Shame at
how her thoughts forced her to pull her eyes away from him and the erotic play
of his hands. She swallowed around the dryness in her throat.

“Girl, you
better get over there before I do. That man wants you face down, ass up, stat.”
Gina’s voice rushed out on a sigh.

It became
another image of mental erotica, her mind already ripe with arousal.
 
Her face buried in a pillow, muffling
her screams as he surged inside.
 
It
was the wet sound of flesh slapping, of his grunts, of his cock parting and
stretching her wide as his hands squeezed her hips.

“I need
another drink.” Husky and so unlike her normal voice, Tanya was shocked to hear
her.
 

She shot
to her feet, teetering on her high heels in her haste to put some distance
between them now.
 
The heavy dew of
her arousal soaking her panties mocked her the further way from his eyes he
got. He did crazy stuff to mind and body, and her legs shook with suppressed
need.
 
She pushed herself on.

A sigh of
relief slipped from her as she pressed against the wood of the bar.
 
It was cool beneath her fingertips and
she let it cool some of the ardor coursing through her. When a bit of her
control returned, she tried to get the attention of the bartender.
  
She hissed in frustration as the
busty brunette continued to ignore her.

A hand at
the small of her back startled a gasp from her. Tanya knew, knew by the heat
suffusing her body that he stood behind her.
 
His eyes were that stormy blue color she
knew they’d be and they devoured her.
 

The
feeling of him this close was overwhelming and she bit back a whimper. He
leaned in, touching his lips to her ear, tickling her skin with his breath. His
hand dipped lower to cup her ass and arched just enough to let him know she
wanted it. Tanya bit her lip to keep from asking him to touch her where she
ached.

She turned her
head and his lips brushed the corner of hers.
 
Then before she could draw a full breath
his lips took hers.
 
And it was a
taking. It was deep, possessing that kiss. Her lips parted and his tongue swept
into her mouth.
 
He tasted and
teased her until she wanted to him to push her against the bar and finish it
right then.

Pulling back to
draw air into her lungs, Tanya shivered when his lips brushed along her jaw
line.
 
He tasted her there too, his
hands pulling her into the bulge tenting his dress pants.
 

The deep sound of
his voice skittered across her taut nerve endings, making her tingle as he
spoke so softly in her ear, “I’m more than willing to come to you, sweetheart.
But I need to know how willing you are to come for me?”

Dreaming

Early
morning light reached through the window to caress her bare back. The blankets
twisted like snakes around her body, revealing more than they covered. She lay
in peaceful sleep; he imagined lascivious dreams filled her mind, flushing her
high cheeks and putting a smile on her lips.

He leaned
against the wall, watching each breath as they made her body rise and fall. She
seemed to feel his gaze in sleep because she shifted slightly, giving him a
peek of the curve of her breast. Her knee drew up giving him just a glimpse of
that secret place he longed to sink into.

She
murmured his name in that dreamy voice and rolled to her side allowing him an
uninhibited view up the long line of her body. The glint of metal piercing her
nipple was beyond erotic in the growing light flooding the room, her body
becoming a beacon that sent a surge of heat through his body. A groan tore from
him and his cock swelled hard in anticipation. Her lips parted on a sigh that
pierced his heart and went straight to his groin, obliterating the last of his
self-control with it.

Circling
the bed, he admired her body before running a hand down her back to her bottom.
He palmed the generous curve and marveled at the softness. He sensed the moment
she passed into wakefulness and wasted no time pulling her toward him. Standing
just at the edge of the bed, he shifted her to her knees, loving the pliant
feel of her body. She glanced over her shoulder at him revealing the sleepy
desire in her dark gaze. The frank need he saw him made him harder than he
thought possible.

“I was
dreaming of you.” Sleep gave her voice a husky note that heightened his need.
“Thinking about you taking me like this.”

He placed
a hand between her shoulders and she pressed her cheek into the sheets, raising
her hips higher for him. Trembling fingers parted her lower lips, finding slick
wetness that made him hum in appreciation.

Too
impatient for foreplay, he fit himself against her opening and slipped inside.
The tight grip of her body had him tossing his head back. He loved this moment,
that seating of his cock deep inside her body and the way she held him.

She
clenched around him and his toes circled. “I’ll lose it if you keep that up.”

“I know.”
He heard the mischief in her voice.

“Tease.”

He gripped her
hips, pulled out slowly, and then slammed into her cutting off her breathy
laughter. She arched her back and moaned in invitation. If she was asking for more,
he was ready to give her more.

Inclination

I
am

Inclined to

Touch myself

Every time I think of you

It seems to happen all the time

She tilted
her face up to the ceiling and let her eyes move over the popcorn texture.
Pressing the phone against her ear, she listened to his breathing rush through
the line. He was more quiet than usual tonight. “What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t
want to tell you.” His voice was low and sensual. It teased across her senses,
speaking of fantasies he wanted to fulfill.

Her
nipples tightened and thrust against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. She
shifted in her bed, ignoring the way her skin tingled. She knew what was on his
mind; it was the same thing that had been on hers since she heard his voice. Be
cool.

The husky
note in her laughter gave her away. “And why not?”

A
lingering pause, and then…

“Take off
your shirt,” he demanded in a way that made her heart lurch. That tone always
made her gush and it had the same effect just then.

She drew
in a sharp breath. “Why –”

“No
questions,” he cut her off in a hard voice. “Take it off.”

She sat
the phone beside her and lifted her shirt over her head, leaving her bare
except for her black underwear. Goosebumps cropped up on her skin. Excitement
quickened her heart as she lifted the phone to her ear.

“Okay,”
she replied softly.

“Now your
panties.”

And this
command she rushed to obey, shimmying the lacy down her hips while still on her
back. The gusset of her underwear felt damp sliding along the inside of her
thighs. That wetness clung to her skin as she tossed the fabric on the ground.

He didn’t
wait for her reply before giving the next command though she was sure her
breathing gave her away. “Put your hands where I tell you.”

Stubbornness
broke through her rising sexual hazy. It leaked into her words. “How do you
know I’ll obey?”

“I’ll
know.” His chuckle was full of wickedness, and she shivered.

Somehow
she knew he would, or believed he would at least. She wanted to obey though.
Her breath snagged in her chest as she waited.

“Pinch
your nipples.”

She turned
on the speakerphone and sat it beside her head. She cupped her breasts,
pinching at the erect bud.

“Spread
your legs,” he continued in that hard voice, “and touch my pussy.”

His pussy.
An ache settled in the very place he’d just claimed as his own. She brought her
knees up, allowing her legs to butterfly out. The cool of the room caressed the
wet heat between her thighs and she couldn’t help sighing softly. Her eyes slid
shut as she let her fingers tickle over her stomach. When she touched the petal
soft skin of her wet lips, she sighed.

His
breathing came heavy through the line. “Tell me what you’re doing?”

“I’m
circling my clit with the tip of my finger; teasing, but not touching it. I’m
thinking of you, wishing you were here with me. I’m so wet for you,” she
answered feverishly.

Sensations
radiated from her plump clit out to the rest of her body. Her fingers tapped
lightly, then with more pressure as she listened to his pants and thought about
him.

It was
easy to picture him. She knew he sat at his desk, thousands of miles and time
zones between them. She knew he’d already undone the button of the pressed
dress pants, releasing his engorged cock from the cotton prison so he could
wrap a hand around himself. She could she the head, wet with pre-cum, red and
begging for her tongue. Desire surged through her.

Her
fingers worked at a steady rate, alternating between pressing her button and
dipping. Her mouth uttering the dirty things she wanted him to do to her.

“I want
you to come,” he gritted out. “I want to hear you scream.”

It was the
moment, the primal lust combined with that hint of desperation, and the play of
her fingers that pushed her over the edge. She cried out, pleasure swamped her
body as her pussy clenched and released around her fingers. His groans barely
registered through her wave of pleasure.

“That’s
what I was thinking about,” he said after a moment. He exhaled a shaky breath.
“How I wanted to be there watching you, touching you all over, and then filling
you with my cum.”

She licked
her lips, missing him with her whole being. “Next week,” she promised.

“Next week,” he
replied, his voice silky and in control once again.