Someone Perfect for Mr. Moore (6 page)

“What the fuck?  It’s the middle of the day, in the fucking
stable.”  He whispered harshly.  What the hell had he been thinking? He hadn’t
been that was the problem.  He stood helpless and watched her as she trembled
and panted before him, and then she realized what had happened.

Lucy moved fast slapping her dress back down and
straightening the halter of her dress to cover the breast he had uncovered. 
She reached up to tighten the bow at her neck and saw her erect nipples and the
flush in her chest.  She looked like… oh God; she looked like they had just
screwed like animals.   Dean groaned and reached for her again, his intent
clear.  Lucy put both her hands up to stop him and quickly opened the door. 
She slipped under Max’s arm avoiding his startled gaze, and bolted out of the
stable, hearing Dean’s curse from behind her.

Max looked at Dean and saw how frustrated he was, he gave
him a sheepish smile.  “Sorry boss, I had no idea why the door was shut, I
thought Jimmy was screwing around in here again.”

Dean scrubbed his face with his hands and looked at Max.  “I
don’t know what the hell I was thinking?  I think I had better stay away from
her.”

Max knew exactly what he had been thinking and doing now. 
He felt bad that he had interrupted them.  “Boss I hate to be the one to tell
you, but I think you are hooked.”  He laughed as he walked away; unaware of the
turmoil his words had set off in him.

Lucy heard the rumble of thunder and saw the lightning flash
through the room.  She loved thunderstorms.  Her and Will had always sat on the
porch during the summer to watch the storms.  She sat up and pulled her robe
over her shoulders.  She shivered as she felt the smooth silk slide against her
bare legs.  She had opted for a satiny tank to sleep in tonight.  She secretly
loved the underwear and sleepwear that Stella had chosen for her.  It made her
feel deliciously wanton.  She smiled to herself, that was a feeling that she
hadn’t had in a very long time.  She had lain awake for quite some time before
she realized that Dean wasn’t coming to see her tonight.  She tried not to be
disappointed, but her body still ached for him.  It hurt a little, especially
with the way she had left him this afternoon.  She still couldn’t believe she
had let that happen.  It was hard to admit, but she realized that she would do
anything for him.  His controlling nature turned her on, that was so unusual
for her.  The few men in her life that had tried to control her had swiftly
been kicked to the curb. 

She padded softly to the balcony and opened the glass doors
that led to it.  The long porch was covered and there were chairs scattered
around.  She walked to the rail and leaned against the pillar, resting her cheek
on the smooth wood.  The storm was getting closer, the lightning and thunder
coming together violently.  She stretched her arms over her head and then
leaned her elbows against the railing, rolling her back and feeling her muscles
move fluidly.  She sighed as she realized that this was the first time that she
had actually felt homesick.  Even though she had talked to Will that morning
she still missed him terribly. 

Dean sat outside his bedroom door on the balcony.  Many times
he had approached the door that connected his room to Lucy’s, but Max’s words came
back to haunt him again and again.  Was he really hooked?  He wanted her.  She
had quickly become important to him and that really bothered him.  He knew if
he saw her tonight they would end up in bed together.  He puffed his cigar,
waiting for the storm to end.  He didn’t think he would be able to sleep tonight;
his body was in a state of constant need for her.  Maybe a cold shower would
help.  It had taken him hours to cool down after they had almost fucked in the
stable.  Where was his control that he prided himself on?  He would do his best
to avoid her from now on.  He still couldn’t believe what he had almost done. 
Anyone could have heard them.  If Max would have showed up a few seconds later
he would have been deep inside her and he knew neither of them would have been
quiet.  He stood up and stretched, but stopped mid-stretch.  He heard a small
noise and then Lucy came out onto the balcony.  He watched her for a few minutes,
clenching his fists and willing his body to calm itself.  A rumble of thunder
rolled and drowned out the deep groan he released.  He watched helplessly as
she moved and leaned on the railing, her delicious ass tensed in the air for a
few breathless seconds.  He moved along the wall, unable to fight his need for
her anymore.

Lucy took a deep breath and sighed as she watched the storm
move across the property.  The wind suddenly changed and she gasped as the cold
rain blew in against her, soaking the front of her robe.  Her nipples pebbled
instantly as she moved away from the railing.  She caught a whiff of a cigar
just before she backed into a hard male body.  Startled, she turned and felt strong
arms come around her.  Lightning flashed and she looked up into Dean’s shadowed
face.

“Dean, good lord, you scared me.”  She gasped.

“You should have stayed in your room Lucy, now it’s too
late.”  He voice sounded ominous as he trailed one finger down the opening of
her robe and rubbed his thumb across one puckered nipple.  Her gasp was quickly
smothered when he took her mouth in a searing kiss.  He picked her up and
strode with purpose to his room.

He peeled off her wet robe and he smiled when she shuddered
in his arms.  He leaned back and she stood trembling and breathless before him
in her damp panties and top.  He slowly removed them too, trailing kisses on
the smooth skin he uncovered.  How could he think that he could stay away from
her?  He enjoyed the moans she released.  He suddenly dropped to his knees and
lifted one shapely leg over his shoulder.  Greedily he licked at her damp mound,
nipping her quivering flesh below like a juicy peach.  He thrust a few fingers
inside her and she dug her fingers into his hair as she bucked against him. 
She held him to her as she cried out, straining as she came, just for him.

He stood and swiped his arm across his lips, amazed at how
wet she was for him.  He caught her shoulders as she swayed in front of him,
her gaze dazed and soft.  He pushed her onto the bed and fell over her, tearing
at his t-shirt and boxers, ripping the shirt in his haste to be inside her.  He
had one thought now.  He needed to have her before he exploded.  He pushed her legs
apart and thrust into her in one mighty shove.  He stilled when she cried out,
suddenly realizing how rough he was.  He shook with the effort to hold still,
man she drove him crazy, he needed to get some control.

“I’m sorry Lucy.  Did I hurt you baby?”  He spoke roughly
into her ear.  He smiled in relief when he felt the shudder run through her
when she wrapped her arms around his neck and clasped her legs around his
waist.

“I’m…okay.” she whispered.  He obviously wanted her so
badly; it was a complete turn on for her.  She took a deep breath and braced
herself for the rough ride she was sure to get. 

They came together as violently as the storm that continued
outside.  Neither noticed the thunder that vibrated the house as it passed
right over them.  They were completely locked into one another.  Gasping as
they both strained for a goal, one of complete and utter pleasure.

Dean shifted slightly and Lucy felt the head of his penis
hit a sweet spot inside her.  She could feel another orgasm building,
threatening to blow her head off.

“Oh… Dean…oh my…please…don’t stop.”  She cried out as she
dug her nails into his shoulders, arching her body toward him.

Dean bottomed out inside her again and again; he could feel
his orgasm building.  It raced up his legs and centered at the base of his
spine.  He could feel his balls tightening as he dug his toes into the
mattress.  He felt her body clamp down on his cock and he came with bone
melting sensation, collapsing on top of her.

They lay together for a few minutes, the storm had passed
over them and the room finally quieted, their harsh breathing the only noise.

“Lucy, what am I going to do with you?”  Dean said into her
neck.

Lucy had no idea how to answer that.  She felt her heart
skip a beat at the thought of leaving him.  They were from completely different
worlds.  Just because they were compatible sexually didn’t mean they could have
a real relationship.  He was rich and used to being in control, where she had
worked hard to become independent since her divorce.  She never thought she
would ever depend on a man again for anything.  She blushed as she felt Dean
pull out of her slick body.  She felt him collapse on his back beside her,
still breathing heavily, his hand resting possessively on her hip.  She laid an
arm across her eyes, willing her body and mind to calm down.  She worried her
lip as she thought about what he had said.

They didn’t speak; they just laid in the darkness.  It was a
little while later that Lucy realized that Dean was sleeping.

She knew she didn’t want to wake up in his bed.  Somehow it
was different for him to wake up in hers.  Quietly she got up and moved his
hand off her belly.  She pulled her damp robe over her chilled body, scrambling
in the dark somehow finding her top, but unable to find her panties.  Giving up
with a small sigh she went out the door he had left open to the balcony,
escaping back to her own room.

She felt a prickle on her neck and looked around the long
expanse of the balcony.  Nicole stood at the far end of the porch.  Lucy looked
at her, feeling guilty that she had been caught leaving Dean.  She glanced back
as she opened her door and noticed she was already gone.  There was no way she
could explain what she was doing.  Everyone knew that she was only here
temporarily, but she couldn’t convince herself that she was doing something
wrong.  She had a bad feeling that she would leave here with a broken heart.

Dean woke up the next morning and reached over to pull Lucy
closer to him.  He was surprised when he found her gone.  He wasn’t finished
with her yet.  Where the hell did she go?  He got up and threw his boxers on;
ignoring the ripped t-shirt he had worn last night.  The sun was just starting
to make its presence known when he slipped out onto the balcony and walked down
to her door.  He pushed it open quietly so he wouldn’t wake her.  He approached
the bed carefully in the heavily shadowed room.  The bed was empty; the
blankets were tangled like she had slept badly.  He could hear music playing
and he grinned as he realized she was in the shower. 

His smile broadened as he imagined her naked with the water
streaming over her lush curves.  She would have nowhere to run this time.  He
felt his cock begin to harden again as he pulled off his boxers and entered her
bathroom.  He watched her for a few moments as she stood under the spray.  Her
eyes were closed and she was deep in thought.  He looked at her glistening body
and he slowly pumped his engorged shaft from root to tip.  Man she was so sexy,
she wasn’t even trying.  He idly wondered how he would survive if she actually
tried.

He watched a frown flit across her forehead and then she
opened her eyes and met his gaze.  He smiled as he watched her swallow hard while
he pumped his cock.  Her eyes widened as she moved under the spray till her
back was against the tiled wall.  He slowly moved closer to her gaging her
reaction to him interrupting her shower.  He reached for her shower gel and
dumped some into his hands as he steadily moved closer, crowding her in the
shower.  She turned her back towards him as he twirled his finger.  He
stretched his hands out around her neck and massaged the gel into her creamy
shoulders.  He felt her relax and then he slid his body closer to hers and ran
his hands under her breasts, cupping them and running his fingers over her
nipples.  He nibbled at her ear and breathed in the scent of the shampoo that
lingered in her hair; he smiled into her neck as he felt her shudder.  As if he
had all the time in the world he explored her soapy body, then he steadily
moved one hand down to cup her mound and pushed a single finger inside her. 

“Oh… Dean,” she shivered as he stroked his thumb over her
clitoris, moving his finger deliciously inside her.  She cried out as an orgasm
hit her out of nowhere, how could she have not known she was so close?  She
sagged against him, feeling his teeth nibble on her shoulder and the delicate
skin of her neck before moving to her ear to whisper to her.

“I’m not finished with you yet Lucy.  I plan on making you
come a few more times.”  He held her to him tightly; she would have no doubt of
how aroused he was.  “Have you ever been spanked?” 

She let out a startled gasp, strangely excited by his
question.  “Uh…no.”

“Next time you are bad I may have to punish you.”

“Next time, when was I bad this time?” Lucy shuddered and
gasped as he began to move his hands over her again, a soft caress here, a
rough touch there.  She had no idea what to expect.

“You left my bed.  I expected you to be there when I woke
up.  I was very disappointed Lucy.  Don’t let it happen again.  Understood?” 
He turned her around suddenly as he asked the last question.

Lucy looked up at him helplessly.  She blushed and then
slowly nodded yes.  She watched as he reached past her to turn off the taps. 
He wrapped a fluffy towel around her and slowly began to dry her body.  Her skin
was flushed before he finished. He took the clip from her hair and watched it
tumble down her back, he selected a few curls and laid them just so around her
shoulders.  Finally satisfied with his handiwork he stood back to dry off,
never leaving her gaze with his hungry eyes. 

Dean was tired of fighting his desire for her.  Maybe if he
fucked her enough these feelings would go away.  He liked the way she was
looking at him right now.  Her lips were open slightly as she panted softly
before him.  Her eyes were soft and gray.  He smiled as she trembled with desire
for him.  He took her hand and placed it on his cock.  He watched as she ran a
slim finger around the sensitive tip and then slowly down under the head.  He
clenched his ass cheeks as she traced the large vein that ran down to the base,
before her soft hand cupped his balls.  He grabbed her hand to stop her and
pulled her into his arms.  He would love to have her pouty lips wrapped around
him, but he didn’t think he’d survive.  He reached over and turned off her
music, suddenly realizing why she hadn’t heard him come in.  He kissed her as
he picked her up to carry her to the bed. 

He threw the duvet to the floor and laid her down upon the
sheets.  He stood and looked at her spread out before him for a few moments. 
The sun filtered into the room and its rays caressed her body and picked up the
darker strands of red in her hair.  He moved over her and started in on her
again licking every inch of her body, lingering on the backs of her knees and
the sensitive skin over her hip bones.  She was writhing and gasping by the
time he lined his shaft up to enter her.  He braced his body over hers and slowly
entered her, claiming her body.

He held her hands to her sides and then moved them above her
head.  He moved his body against hers like a cat, rasping his chest hair across
her sensitive nipples as he rubbed her clitoris with each stroke.