Skin on Skin (6 page)

Her hands twisted in her lap and she looked down, shoulders hunched protectively. Obviously the memory still stung. “Afterward he told me he didn’t feel
that way
about me.” Though she tried to conceal it, he could hear a watery sniffle. “When I asked him why he had done it, he told me he was curious to see if I had any of my mom’s skills. He told me if I wanted to keep a guy’s interest, I’d have to do more than lie there.”

His heart ached at the thought of Lauren, with her generous heart and wide, laughing smile, being shot down so brutally. At the same time he wanted to pound Brandon’s face into the concrete for scarring her to the point where she couldn’t recognize her own beauty and sensuality.

She looked up at him then, long, dark brown lashes a little damp around her glassy eyes. “I didn’t know he was going to be there tonight, and it wasn’t my plan to use you to make him jealous,” she said earnestly. Her smile was sheepish. “But I couldn’t help rubbing his nose in it a little.”

“If I’d known he was that much of an asshole I would have smashed his perfect white-boy nose.”

She laughed at that. “He’d just take the pussy way out and sue you for assault or something. It was enough that he knew I vastly preferred you over him.”

“Blue-collar over country-club, huh?” he said without rancor.

She placed her wine glass on the table and turned fully toward him. Her eyes had a saucy, seductive glint as she slid her hand under his robe. “Mm, I’d say it’s more like, spicy Italian sausage over turkey on white.” Her fingers traced up his inner thigh and he groaned as her tongue teased at his neck.

“You want to know something really depressing?”

He could barely focus on her question as her fingertips feathered against his aching balls. “What’s that?” He turned his head so he could nuzzle into her neck. God, she smelled so good, like sex and spice and the fresh scented lotion he loved.

She cupped him now, gently rolling his testicles around in her fingers. “Out there, on the balcony? That’s the first time I ever had an orgasm…with someone else in the room.”

She lifted her head to watch his reaction, but thankfully didn’t stop playing with his balls. She looked uncertain, as though her lack of experience might turn him off. He untied his robe and spread his knees, encouraging her explorations. Then he untied her robe so he could fill his hands with her glorious tits.

He cupped one hand around the back of her head, pulling her down to his mouth. He slid his tongue into her mouth, trying to show her in that one kiss how sexy she was, how much she turned him on.

As if it wasn’t obvious enough from the hard-on angling up to his belly button. He reached his hand down, interlacing her tentative fingers in his and drawing them up to his shaft. “So your other lovers weren’t very…attentive?” he asked between darting thrusts of his tongue.

She fed him soft kisses, exploring his mouth, exploring his cock, like they were newfound treasures. “No. I very quickly realized I was better off…in my own hands.”

He thrust against the firm grip of her palm. “You do have good hands.” She hummed a sound of pleasure into his mouth and traced the head of his cock, her thumb spreading thick beads of precome all over the silky skin.

He squeezed his eyes shut. If she didn’t quit, he was going to bust all over her. “Honey, you need to quit, or I’m gonna lose it,” he growled.

“I love that I can drive you crazy,” she murmured, stroking her hand faster. “I can feel how much you want me, and somehow that’s more of a turn-on than anything.”

He groaned and tried to still her hand. If she only knew how much he wanted her…He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard, especially after coming less than an hour ago. But already he was rock hard, aching like a hormonal fifteen-year-old. His head fell back against the back of the couch as Lauren slid off the couch and knelt between his thighs. He nearly hit the ceiling at the first puff of breath on his aching cock, his toes curling at the first tentative flick of her tongue.

“Is this okay?” she whispered, big eyes questioning as her plump pink lips slid just around the head.

“Jesus, yesss,” he hissed, “but I can’t promise I’ll last long so if you don’t want—” his protest melted into a groan as she sucked him into her mouth. Her head moved back and forth in tentative strokes, all the more arousing for their lack of skill.

She sucked him deep and released him, occasionally pausing and smiling at his erection as though admiring her handiwork, before swallowing him as deep as her throat could take. He’d never been with a woman so into going down on him. Her tongue swirled around the head, the pointed tip flicking along the tiny slit at the tip. “Fuck, Lauren, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth—”

She uttered a muffled cry of delight that vibrated down his shaft and wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping him hard as she sucked at the tip. He fisted his hands into the couch cushions to keep himself from grabbing her head and forcing his cock down her throat.

The familiar tingling intensified at the base of his spine and then it burst into a thousand sparks as jets of liquid heat shot into her mouth. She sucked him all the way through, pumping and squeezing him until she’d swallowed every drop.

She pushed herself up and climbed on his lap. Her lips were swollen and shiny and she looked so pleased with herself that his dick made a futile effort to raise its exhausted head.

What the fuck? He was as horny as the next guy, probably even more so, but something about Lauren made him nuts. He was barely finished coming and he couldn’t wait to fuck her again. Usually about now would be the time he’d plan his escape, but instead he felt profoundly relieved that neither of them was going anywhere for at least the next twelve hours.

He did some mental calculations and decided he couldn’t waste time on sleep.

Hooking her legs around his waist, he pushed her robe off her shoulders and stood up, bracing her weight with his palms on her ass.

She squirmed. “What are you doing? I’m way too heavy for this.”

“Bullshit,” he replied, carrying her easily over to the side of the bed, but refusing to release her.

“I mean it. You’ll hurt yourself or something, and how will you explain that to Mike. ‘Lauren and I were fooling around and you know how big she is—’”

His tongue in her mouth effectively shut her up. “I easily have at least sixty pounds on you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re downright dainty.” He laid her gently across the bed as though she weighed nothing and stroked her curls back from her face. “I love that you’re tall enough that I don’t have to hunch my back when we kiss. And I love watching you work and seeing how strong you are under all this soft skin.” He trailed his fingers up the firm outer edge of her quadriceps, evident even in relaxation. His other hand held her breast up so he could tongue her nipple. She closed her eyes on a soft hum. “I love watching your tits bounce when you run on your gorgeous, strong legs.” He turned his attention to her other breast, dropping kisses on the baby-soft skin of the underside, working his way to the large pinkish brown aureola. “You’re like the perfect combination of strong and sexy, and I get hard every time I look at you.”

She pulled his face up and kissed him, and when he pulled away, her eyes were slightly glazed. Her mouth trembled a little, and there was something in her eyes—gratitude, tenderness, and a touch of wariness that made his gut clench.

He had the strangest urge to kiss that wariness into oblivion, when he knew damn well she shouldn’t trust him with her heart. Or should she?

“You should write romance novels,” she said, shaking him from his all-too-frightening train of thought.

“Oh, really,” he grinned, seizing on the opportunity to lighten the mood. “Let’s see,” he reached over her head to where her paperback lay on the nightstand.

She rolled over and jumped on his back. “Don’t! You’re just going to make fun of me.”

“No I’m not. I’m looking for ideas.”

She rolled off him and onto her back, covering her eyes with her forearm. “Trust me, you don’t need any ideas.”

“But how else will I learn to please you, Lady Lauren?” He thumbed through the pages until he found an interesting scene, noticing the creases where the page had been folded down. “And look, this scene is even bookmarked.”

“I bought it used.”

“Oh, yeah, this is good,” he murmured as he scanned. Who knew there were so many words for tits? “Shall I start by caressing the fragrant skin of your thighs?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Or perhaps trace the soft curves of your peachlike breasts?” He frowned in mock concentration and cupped her breast in his free hand. “But to be fair, yours are more like melons than peaches.”

She laughed at that and peeked at him through her fingers.

“Oh, I know what I want to do.” He placed the book face-down and knelt over her, knees bracketing her hips. “I want to bury my head against your bosom and lick their hard tips.”

She giggled and gasped, twining her fingers in his hair.

“Want to run your fingers through my curly nest?”

She laughed harder and tugged on his hair in punishment. “How about if you probe my silky folds,” she taunted, then groaned when he followed her suggestion.

“Should I tell you how your womanly dew feels silky against my fingers?” His fingers slipped and slid against her creamy slit. Her back arched, pressing her breasts against his face. “Or how I’m aching to slide inside your welcoming depths?”

A half laugh, half groan gurgled from her throat. “You got all that from one scene?”

“You think I don’t snoop when you leave your books lying around?”

“I suppose you think I’m a desperate, horny woman?”

“Desperate? No. Horny? Hell, yes and hallelujah.”

Her low, hearty laugh washed through him, inviting his own. He’d never had sex like this, sexy and playful, full of laughter and fun. But he realized Lauren always made him happy; just being around her made him want to laugh.

Again, it occurred to him that he might be in big trouble.

She wrapped her hand around his cock and rubbed the head against her wet core. “I think it may be time to sheathe your manly rod.”

“One last taste of your sweet, pert lips,” he murmured and caught her mouth in a carnal, tongue-sucking kiss. He hurried to the bathroom and grabbed the box of condoms from his toiletry kit. He extracted a foil packet and tossed the box somewhere near the foot of the bed, sheathing himself in record time.

She eagerly pulled him on top of her, parting her legs so he could kneel between.

“How should we describe this part?” He leaned down to kiss her as he teased her clit with the head of his cock.

She smiled in delight and wriggled closer. “You’re going to impale me on your shaft?”

He slid inside, just a fraction of an inch. He loved the way her eyelids lowered and her lips parted, still smiling up at him. “‘Impale’ sounds so violent. How about, ‘slide inside your honeyed depths?’”

“Ooh, I like that.”

He wasn’t sure if she referred to the phrasing or his slow, steady penetration. She arched her hips with a sly smile, coaxing him deeper, hands tracing down his back until her palms were flat against his ass.

His teeth gritted at the almost unbearable sensation of her hot clinging flesh around his cock. He slid deep, all the way to the base. Her smile faded and pure pleasure suffused her face. His breath caught at the sight of her, eyes dark with need, hair spread in a curly tumble around her head, silky skin tanned golden, sprinkled randomly with little freckles.

At that moment she was so beautiful it nearly hurt. Something burst free in his chest, pouring warmth through his limbs, diffusing into a choked feeling somewhere around his throat.

“Lauren,” he leaned down to kiss her, needing to feel the press of her body against him everywhere, not just his cock in her pussy. He rolled them over until she lay on top, holding her pressed tight against him. “Lauren,” he whispered against her mouth, sliding his tongue in her mouth, luxuriating in her unique taste, absorbing every facet of this amazing woman.

He knew nothing could ever be the same.

Lauren writhed against him, reveling in the ticklish rasp of his chest hair, the slick sweaty slide of his skin against hers, the heavy thickness of his cock buried to her very core.

He chanted her name like a curse or a prayer. “Lauren.”

Each utterance made her breath catch, her heart clutch. She threaded her fingers through the slippery silk of his hair, burying her mouth against his, needing to feel him everywhere.

His hands closed on her hips, stilling her rhythm. For long moments he held her still, kissing her, caressing her skin with long strokes up her back, down her legs, even skimming his thumbs over the soles of her feet where they rested alongside his legs.

She’d never felt so close to another human being, never experienced this urge to absorb a man into her body, into her soul. Sharp tears stung her eyes as she realized this had spun far beyond her control. She’d been an idiot ever to think she could go back to their easy friendship after experiencing this. She kissed him hard, as a moan of mingled pleasure and despair rose from deep in her chest.

She loved him. God, she loved him so much. And she could never tell him.

Frustrated, almost angry now, she squirmed against his hold, needing to feel him thrusting hard and deep. Needing the physical release of orgasm to ameliorate the pain of her heart cracking open.

She pushed up until she sat astride him, leaning back until she could watch his throbbing, blue-veined cock sink eagerly in and out. She rode him like a wild woman, like a warrior maiden taking vengeance on her captive. Any lingering doubts of her sexual abilities disappeared as she became a sex goddess, taking her pleasure from this poor mortal male who happened to fall into her clutches.

“That’s it, Lauren, ride me hard.” He braced his feet against the mattress and shoved deeper.

She cried out, high and sharp as the head of his cock bumped a bundle of nerves hidden deep within. She increased her rhythm, moving faster and faster and felt him swell even bigger. She bent her head to watch, her gaze riveted on the sight of his cock squeezing in and out of her pussy, gleaming wet from her juices.