Singapore Fling (3 page)

She couldn’t answer, her head immobilized by
his hands and her mouth full of his cock, she could only
communicate with her eyes and the suction of her mouth. She sucked
him harder.

“Good girl. Now relax that throat so I can
shove my cock down it.”

Carly’s body jerked. His words sent shudders
down her spine, electrifying her flesh with white hot lust. The
gravelly tone of his voice stroked and titillated her skin like
fingers. She reached out to steady herself on his thighs but he had
other ideas.

“Don’t touch me with anything but your mouth.
Keep your hands behind your back or I’ll tie them
there.”

Cream flowed from her sex, her nether lips
slick with the evidence being at his mercy drew from her core.
She’d never been mastered before. Never allowed it. She was a take
charge, go after what she wanted kind of girl but for the first
time in her life she handed control to someone else and reveled in
it. His pleasure pulled hers, pushed it to the limit until she
stood on the edge of ecstasy.

Her jaw hurt but the pain wasn’t unpleasant. It
had a sting that zipped along her veins, zapped at her senses.
Blood rushed in her ears and her vision blurred. Relaxing in his
hold, she concentrated on the suck of her mouth and the swirl of
her tongue. He pumped in and out of her mouth, pounding into it
like he had her pussy. Unrelenting, he drove himself as far as he
could. With each lunge the mushroom head of his cock hit the back
of her throat. The length of him jerked and pulsed against her lips
and tongue.

His strokes grew erratic, and the tug on her
hair told her he was approaching orgasm. A firm shove forward and
his balls slammed into her chin as the cock in her mouth throbbed
and exploded in a torrent of cum. Large spurts coated her throat
and tongue and she swallowed in an effort to keep it from spilling
out.

“Suck harder.” He withdrew until only the head
remained in her mouth and finished coming on her tongue.

Carly drew on the tip of his cock, her cheeks
hollowing with the suction. She swallowed the hot fluid, lapped at
the slit with the tip of her tongue. He groaned above her and his
grip on her hair loosened. His softening length left her mouth with
a pop and she licked her lips to catch any remaining semen. When he
let go of her head completely she fell to the floor exhausted and
out of breath, but buzzing with unresolved arousal. She squeezed
her legs tight, pinching her clit and shuddered with the effort not
to come.

Saxon tried to catch his
breath. His chest heaved with each ragged inhalation. Stars swam in
front of his eyes and drums pounded in his ears. Every part of his
body tingled, from the brain still struggling to focus, to the
toenails on his toes. He couldn’t remember coming so hard
before.
Ever.
Never had it felt like his spine was being pulled through his
cock and dragging his balls with it. For a second, when cum blasted
from his body, he thought he might pass out.

He let Carly go and folded his
arms on the door, leaning his forehead against them to stop himself
from sinking to the floor. Eyes squeezed tight, he fought to bring
himself back to earth. She’d blown him away, first with a
body-slamming fuck and then with the blowjob to end all
blowjobs.
Christ!
The things she did with that mouth. His cock twitched and
pulsed with renewed arousal. Would the thing never get
enough?

He wanted her again. Wanted
her on a bed where he could press her body into the soft mattress
with the weight of his. He wanted her on her hands and knees so he
could take her from behind. Wanted to watch, his hands full of her
breasts, as she rode him to paradise. Wanted to take her in the
shower, all slick and wet, their bodies sliding together with ease.
Damn. He just plain wanted
her
.

Any way.

Every
way.

Now.

The scent of sex swirled around him and he
breathed it in. He opened his eyes to scan the quivering woman on
the floor below him. Her skin was flushed and her entire length
shook with suppressed desire. Bent at what had to be an
uncomfortable angle, she lay with her eyes closed, emitting tiny
moans and harsh breaths. The same little noises she made when
poised on the brink, right before she came. The desire to watch her
go over the edge filled him.

He dropped to his knees beside her and leaned
over to whisper in her ear.

“Do you want to come, Carly?”

She shuddered with each word he breathed into
her ear.

“You need to come, don’t you?” He nipped at her
earlobe and she groaned, her body tightening. “But you can’t,
Carly. I haven’t given you permission.”

He wanted to see how far he could push her, how
long she could hold out. He ran the tip of his finger down her
side, from shoulder to ankle. The shiver that followed brought a
smile to his lips. She was so responsive. He trailed his fingers
over the blouse clinging to her sweaty flesh, toward her breast and
the bud sitting proud on the top of her generous mound. Her body
jolted like she’d been shocked with an electric probe as he pinched
her nipple with his fingers. The tip beaded, air hissed through her
teeth with a whimper of pure desire.

So close.

The clothes had to go. He wanted to see her
body react to his touch without the barrier. He wanted to touch her
with nothing between them. Skin on skin. He gripped the silk blouse
and yanked the seams apart. The sound of rending cloth filled his
ears and sent his senses into overload. Some unnamed inner
compulsion to claim all of her sliced through him. Before he could
think about what he was doing, the urge to possess took hold and he
tore the blouse to shreds, throwing the pieces aside like
rags.

His hands shook as he gave her flirty little
skirt the same treatment. The soft material fell apart without a
fight. The scrap of lace that was her bra proved just as easy to
rip from her torso and finally she lay bare before him. Blood
rushed in his ears. His groin throbbed with savage lust but he
wanted all of her. He brushed the tips of his fingers over her
breasts, circled the taut peaks but didn’t touch them. She moaned
at the light caress—vibrated beneath his skin. Her body twisted to
follow his hand and a groan gurgled in her throat when he took his
touch away.

Saxon had never wanted to dominate a woman as
much as he did Carly. His demands had never been this strong but he
wanted to control her. Own her. She triggered more than wants, she
set a whole new level of hunger free with her openness. The depth
of his feelings scared him, whether he feared how far he’d go or
that she’d deny him he wasn’t sure but he knew the next few minutes
would change the course of his life.

He eased her over until she lay on her back.
His hands on her knees, Saxon spread her legs wide. Her musky scent
rose to surround him and he breathed deep, took her inside him. The
neatly trimmed hair at the apex of her thighs glistened with her
juices, inviting him to touch—to taste. He crawled between her
legs, stretched out on his stomach to get a closer look at what was
his.

Propped on his elbows with his shoulders
holding her thighs apart, he blew a stream of air over her plump
pink folds. Her back arched, her hips lifted off the floor and her
thighs squeezed his arms. With a thumb on either side of her nether
lips he separated them and exposed the swollen clit and weeping
channel hiding inside. Her scent grew stronger and he inhaled
deeply again to take more of her in. Damn she smelled good. His
mouth watered, longing for a taste of her juicy cream. His cock
jerked against his belly, fully erect once more.

He flattened his tongue and laved her slit.
From bottom to top, he lapped at her. The salty tang of her cream
burst across his taste buds, enticed him to devour all she offered.
He licked and suckled, sipped the nectar that flowed from her. With
the pointed tip of his tongue, he probed inside, dove in as far as
he could. Carly shuddered beneath his lips and her sheath clamped
tight against his invasion. More fluid gushed from her as she
trembled violently with the orgasm she held off.

Tension vibrated every inch of her. She went
stiff, arched up into his mouth and a sob quivered on her lips. He
withdrew his tongue from her clenching body and blew a stream of
air on her clit. The button popped free of its hooded protection
and he wrapped his lips around it and sucked at the same time he
drove two fingers inside her. She screamed. He lost his rhythm as
she thrashed about—on the edge of climaxing.

He let her go, pulled his fingers almost all
the way out. She wailed in desperation and put her legs around his
shoulders, tried to force him back down. Looking up, his gaze
collided with hers. Raw hunger stared back at him. Her lips moved
and it took a second for her plea to reach him over the pounding of
his heart and rasping of their breaths.

“Please…”

“Now.” The growl burst from his soul as he
swooped down and attacked her engorged flesh again.

He used three fingers this time, plunged them
deep and curled them to hit her sweet spot. His open mouth sucked
her clit inside and he flicked his tongue on the bundle of nerves
with fast, firm strokes. She exploded beneath him. Moisture covered
his hand and her muscles convulsed, grasping his fingers in a
painful vice. The shriek that flew from her chest was airless,
barely a sound but the pitch piercing to his ears.

She turned to liquid under him. Going limp, she
melted into the floor. Her arms and legs flopped wide and her chest
barely lifted with each shallow breath. Thoroughly spent, she lay
there—her cheeks flushed with arousal and exertion, her nipples
taut and rosy red and her sex plump and glistening with her
wetness. She was the picture of sex if ever he’d seen one. He
pushed to his knees and admired her.

Something twisted in his
chest. Tightened and clenched as he watched Carly. She didn’t move,
didn’t make a sound. Exhausted, still as a statue, she was open to
him in every way. She’d trusted him with her pleasure and given him
more than he’d ever asked for by doing so. He’d taken her like an
animal, demanded she give him everything and without pause she had.
Never before had a woman been so generous.
So trusting.
She was a treasure to be
looked after, to be cherished and he wanted to be the man who took
care of her.

And wasn’t he off to a good start? He’d torn
the clothes from her body and rutted on her like a wild beast.
Saxon closed his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat. Damn.
He’d be lucky if she didn’t quit her job and run for her life when
she finally came around. He sighed, breathed deep and got a lung
full of the smell of sex. His cock twitched and he marveled at the
effect this woman had on him. Even now he could take her again. But
he wouldn’t, she needed rest and he needed to clean her up and get
her into bed.

Carly couldn’t move, her limbs felt like lead
weights and caught in that dream state between wakefulness and
sleep, she listened to Saxon shift away. She couldn’t even drum up
the energy to worry about how wanton she’d behaved, or how he’d
been nothing like she expected. The man had rocked more than her
world. He’d shifted the whole damn universe on her. And right now
she didn’t care. She’d be happy for him to do it all over
again.

Saxon hadn’t moved in a while, the rasp of his
breath close by her the only clue he hadn’t gone far. The once
choppy, shallow inhalations now a steady even draw. She couldn’t
even find the strength to lift her eyelids. It might take her a
week to get up off the floor. She’d miss her plane home. Not that
she was worried. Who cared about a plane or home when you’d just
experienced the most shattering orgasm of your life? Clothes
rustled next to her and she really wanted to look at what he was
doing but her brain couldn’t get her body to follow any of the
instructions she tried to send.

Solid arms slid under her shoulders and knees,
scooped her against a naked chest. When had he taken his shirt off?
Carly flopped like a rag doll in his arms, secure in the knowledge
he wouldn’t drop her. Her head spun as he lifted her off the floor,
the quick move swishing the blood still on a hormone high as it
rushed through her veins. The rock and roll as he walked farther
into the suite soothed her senses and she listened to the beat of
his heart beneath her ear.

Murmured words floated over her but she
couldn’t get her brain in gear to work them out. It didn’t matter;
they flowed across her nerves, eased the frazzled ends and calmed
her. Soft bedding connected with the heated skin on her back as he
lowered her and the shock of cold sent a shiver shuddering down her
spine—goose bumps sprang up in its wake.

“Easy, Carly, I’m just laying you on the bed
for a minute.” Saxon ran his hand over her head, brushing the hair
from her face before he continued to trail his palm down her neck
and over her shoulder.

She almost purred at his light touch, the
tingle of desire sparking to life as his fingers grazed the side of
her breast. Her nipple puckered and a whimper fell from her lips.
Blood pulsed in her clit and the slick folds of her sex slid across
each other as she squeezed her thighs together. The buzz of arousal
hummed inside her pussy. Muscles, tender from use and want, clamped
down, drawing another whimper from her.