Preying on You (7 page)

The warm air pumping through the
limo’s vents felt stifling as I rode him with more intensity than I
had planned. With each downbeat I felt him reach deeper than any
guy had ever gone before. Setting sensitive nerve endings alight
until I felt far too close to oblivion and forced myself to pull
back.

His hands slid around to my ass and
gripped me, pulling me forward so that my knees slammed into the
seat with mounting frenzy. Goosebumps appeared along my skin and
small whimpers rose from my throat as I rode him harder. The
muscles in my legs ached and friction between us warmed my skin but
I didn’t slow. I couldn’t. I needed more of him.

My heart hammered in my ears, blocking
out all sounds other than Ethan’s groans. A sharp smack on my ass
made me cry out in surprise as Ethan gritted his teeth and used his
legs to propel me forward.

I could feel an unstoppable pressure
building, my muscles clenching around him. He refused to slow,
picking up the speed as I smacked down onto him. My thumb ached
from the pressure against my clit but I thrust back my head as I
neared my climax and ground harder.

“
Come with me, Ava,” he
growled in my ear then pulled back to lock me into his startling
gray gaze. Demanding. Desperate with need.

With a final thrust I came hard. I
couldn’t look away from him. Couldn’t deny him to see my pleasure
as I had done with every other recent conquest. I felt his cock
pulse within me as I slowed my thrusts, milking him and fulfilling
my carnal needs, drawing them out to the end. I twitched and
whimpered as he tugged at my nipples, sending ripples of pleasure
rolling through me once more.

“
You didn’t moan my name.”
He smiled against my neck as I fell into him. His arms rose around
me, holding me as I fought to catch my breath.

I wasn’t sure how to react to his
embrace. Should I stay? Should I clean up and get back in my seat.
Did he expect us to do that again before we arrived?

“
I’m not that type,” I
breathed out.

He turned his face and nipped at my
neck. “Before the night is out I will hear you say it.”

Judging by the blush that rode high
along Brian’s cheeks when we arrived at Ethan’s “retreat” a couple
minutes after we untangled and dressed, I knew he had heard my
release. Not just that. He’d heard it all.

I felt as hot as hades as I offered
him a wry smile and followed Ethan through the front door into a
palace. Marble floors. Grand chandelier. A wall of windows that
allowed a direct view of the pool in the backyard the instant you
entered the hall. Everything looked spotless, like some photo shoot
for a high end designer who meticulously placed each item for
maximum visual pleasure.

“
You can wait in the den,
Brian,” Ethan said, taking my hand and leading my straight for the
pool. I looked back over my shoulder but Ethan’s driver had already
escorted Brian away.

The glass door slid open with hardly a
sound and the instant my heels touched the pavement, Ethan pulled
me into his arms and crushed his lips against mine. His hands
explored my back, tracing just beneath the hem of my bra. It took
me a few minutes of heavy petting and mind blowing tongue work for
me to realize that we were in a massive glass dome. Steam rose from
the pool just behind him as he released me. Already his erection
was prepping for round two.

Ethan smiled at me and unbuttoned his
shirt. I watched as he tugged it off, revealing well cut arms. I
stared at the light trail of hair leading into his pants and felt
my thighs clench with desire. He’d been good. Really good. I was
shocked to realize I actually wanted him again so soon.

He unlatched his belt and slid his
pants off, kicking them aside, along with shoes and socks until he
stood completely naked before me. He was glorious, his hard cock
standing to perfect attention and for this one night he was all
mine.

“
I’ll be waiting.” With
that he turned and dove into the pool.

I watched his image ripple in the
water, illuminated by a row of lights along the bottom of the pool
that shifted from blues to greens and purples. I felt a thrill of
excitement as I stripped out of my clothes and heels then walked to
the edge of the pool, stopping next to the curving
stairs.

“
Your condom won't work in
there.” I’d seen the strip he’d removed from the limo poking out of
his pants pockets when I stepped over them and smiled at the
thought of using the remaining four.

“
True,” he said as he swam
up to me, water dripping from the edge of his mask and placed his
hands around my calves. “But I promised you five orgasms and I
always pay my debts.”

With added pressure to the back of my
legs, I allowed him to lead me down into the water and sank onto
the first step. He swam up between my legs and kissed the inside of
my thighs, spreading my legs wide. With one hand on my stomach, he
pressed me back until I rested against the step.

I flinched when he slid his tongue
over my sensitive clit and settled back, letting my hair fall free,
trailing into the water. He flattened his tongue against me,
massaging and penetrating. Sliding his hands up to my breasts, he
tugged my nipples into hardened peaks again as he attacked my clit
and sent me into a frenzy. I rocked my hips into him, burying
myself into his face. The cold metal of his mask was a tantalizing
contrast to the heat of lips.

Clinging to the handrail, I widened my
legs and stared up at our reflection in the glass above. The water
sparkled around us. Even though the glass slightly distorted us, I
enjoyed watching him go down on me.

When he drove two fingers into me and
curled inward I came for the second time in less than ten minutes
with a loud moan that shocked me. He massaged out my climax with
his tongue then sat back and waited for me to recover. I rose up
from the edge of the pool, my damp hair dripping down my
back.

“
You’re really good at
that,” I grinned.

Ethan smirked back and withdrew his
fingers from me. He rose up out of the water, placing his hands on
either side of me. “I’ve had a bit of practice.”

“
I can tell.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to
the inside of my jaw, his chest grazing against my nipples and I
felt myself respond to his touch. “I enjoyed listening to you. Very
arousing, but you didn’t say my name.”

“
I’m not really that
type.”

I flushed as he pulled back to stare
at me. I saw an emotion buried deep in his gaze but he crushed his
lips against mine before I could recognize it. He took my lips
between his teeth and bucked his hips against mine. As I felt him
press into my clit I knew that I’d almost be tempted to forgo the
condom if he would only take me right here and now.

What the hell has gotten
into me?

Ethan released his hold on my lip, ran
his hands down over my breasts then pushed back completely. I lay
before him, partially upright and found that I wasn’t the least bit
worried about what he thought when he looked down at me. I saw only
admiration in his eyes. “I see I’ve got my work cut out with
you.”

I smiled and brushed my damp hair back
from my face. “I’m starting to think I’m going to enjoy the
effort.”

He beckoned me further into the pool
and for half an hour we swam, splashed and rubbed each other into a
new frenzy.

Deciding that we were both far too
close to making a stupid mistake in the pool, Ethan lead me toward
the stairs and towel dried every inch of my body, leaving me aching
and sensitive to the touch.

“
Are you hungry?” His
question surprised me but the instant he mentioned food I
discovered that my stomach was empty.

“
Famished.” I followed him
into a spotless kitchen nearly three times the size of mine. As he
began digging through the refrigerator I wandered out of the
kitchen to explore. I walked across plush beige carpet, around a
modern glass top coffee table and stunning gas fire that could be
seen from nearly every room in the open plan design.

I tiptoed across the marble tile, its
temperature cold against my bare feet as I found a den just off the
kitchen. I could hear Ethan’s intermittent humming around the
sounds of pots clanging and was surprised to find the sound was
soothing. Familiar.

A large oak desk stood in the middle
of an office, surrounded by wall to wall book shelves. I spied
countless law books nestled onto the shelves and realized that
Ethan must be some big shot lawyer. That would make sense judging
by the enormity and beauty of his place. I wondered what sorts of
cases that he took. Did he defend the good guys or help the
innocent get off?

“
You should know that I
make a mean ham and cheese omelet,” he called from the
kitchen.

“
Sounds great.” I trailed
my fingers over the desk, wondering what sort of man sat behind it.
The Ethan I had discovered tonight was intense, demanding and
giving. Though I doubted his generosity was hardly useful in a
court of law, he had already given me two orgasms that rocked my
world and I couldn’t wait for the final three.

As I rounded the edge of
the desk I stopped short. There, sitting in a row of ten small
picture frames were images of me. Half of them were from
Pussy Cats
but the others
were what bothered me most.

An image of me lounging on the patio
of my apartment as the sun rose over the desert behind me. Shopping
for the new pair of heels that I’d added to my collection two weeks
ago. Sipping a coffee at the crappy diner downtown. All of those
were more than enough to make me tremble with a sudden onslaught of
nerves but the final picture took my breath away.

It was my prom picture from years
before taken just before the dance. I’d been over the moon in love
with my date and boyfriend of two years, Levi Willis. It was a
cliché romance: football player, high rolling parents and a cock
that wouldn’t stop. He blew my mind several times that night and a
few more the next morning. When his parents would head out of town
for some business trip I shacked up in his bed and didn’t leave
until I had to.

Levi was my first real love, the one
that I had never really got over. People say that as you mature you
move on and forget your first crush, but I never did. Especially
not after he was clipped by a drunk driver coming home from college
to see me and ran headlong into a guard rail.

It was my fault that he died. That he
pushed himself to drive long into the night when he should have
pulled over. A sexy text promising him anything he wanted when he
arrived had left him half asleep and slow to react.

I couldn’t bear to go to his funeral,
knowing that everyone would blame me, so I stood up on the hill,
looking down over the mourners. It rained that day. I remembered
crying over the mud that clung to my white shoes. That image
haunted my dreams for several years after that.

I never moved on. Not really. If I
were honest with myself I’d admit that was why I shut down and made
a point of shutting everyone out. I refused to let myself fall
again and risk being torn apart. .

As I ran my finger over the picture, I
suddenly knew true fear. I kept this exact picture in my house,
beside my bed.

Placing a quivering hand over my
erratic heart, I looked to the walls and found more images of me
staring back. Some were tasteful. Other’s featuring my less decent
moments at the club where I bared it all for money.

Sickened by the blatant realization of
what I had become, I backed away and bumped into something solid.
“I wish you hadn’t come in here,” Ethan whispered in my ear as his
hands fell upon my arms.

“
Who the hell are you?” I
spun out of his grasp. The towel tied around me felt see-through
against his intense gaze. What have I done? How could I have let
him touch me? He’s sick!

“
I’m the same man you were
with in the limo and the pool.”

My face twisted with disgust as I
backed against the wall. “You took pictures of me.”

“
Yes.” He raised his gaze
toward the pictures and a soft smile alighted on his face. “Many
pictures.”

I backed further away and bumped
against a side table. “Why?”

Glancing back at me, I
watched his face pinch with concern. “It’s not what you
think.
”

With each step I took away from him,
Ethan advanced. He stretched out his hand toward me, pleading.
“Don’t go, Ava. There’s so much that I need to tell
you.”

“
How do you know my name?”
I reached the end of the table and sank back against the wall. The
main hall was only a few feet away. The door was just beyond that.
If I called out for Brian he would come at a sprint, but Ethan
would reach me first. “Do I
know
you?”

When he hesitated and looked away, I
grabbed a beautiful glass blown sculpture and threw it at him.
Spinning on my heel I raced for the hall without looking to see if
I had connected with him. The shattering of glass brought Brian out
of a door at the end of the hall. When he saw me fleeing toward
him, he raced toward me and enveloped me in his arms.