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Authors: Zara Stoneley
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‘That sounds dirty.’
He tugged with his teeth at her lower lip and sent a sharp message straight to her throbbing clit. ‘It is dirty. Very dirty.’
‘We’re in what is practically a cupboard.’
‘I don’t care where we are.’ His hand was on her bum and he pulled her abruptly against him so that his hard cock was pressed right where she wanted it – well, almost, maybe as close as she was going to get in a cupboard. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back until she hit the wall, but her objection disappeared as his mouth found the delicate skin of her neck and the heat of his tongue sent a rush of juices between her already damp thighs.
She couldn’t quite say how it got there, but his hand was under her dress, scorching a path straight up her inner thigh and not stopping until his fingers had found a way into her knickers, and her hot, slick pussy. ‘I want to fuck you, now, here.’ He sucked on her neck just as he pushed his finger deep inside her and her legs nearly gave way.
‘What if someone sees us?’
‘They won’t.’ His finger curled and caressed her deep inside. ‘You want me to stop?’
‘Oh shit.’ Fumbling with belts and buckles wasn’t her forte, especially when there was barely an inch to spare between their bodies. But she was damned well going to get this one undone. He slipped a second finger inside her just as the belt parted, curled his fingers as she tugged at the zip and then she had his cock in her hand. Red hot, so big and solid that she wanted to pull away and look, but there wasn’t room and he wasn’t going to give her time.
‘Lucas. Lucas, are you there?’
Shit, the door was just about to open. Lucas grinned, leant over, and turned the key. He moved back closer, his mouth close to her ear. ‘Oh I’m so close to being there.’ She stifled the giggle. ‘Shh.’ He was staring straight into her eyes, and his fingers were doing things she didn’t think were possible inside her. ‘Do you want me?’ She nodded. ‘Say it.’
‘I want you. Please.’ The word changed to a squeak as his thumb rubbed a spot on her swollen clit that she didn’t know existed, and she lifted her leg, wrapped it round his waist, and willed him closer.
‘How much?’ It was his turn to groan as she rubbed along the length of him, circled around the tip of his cock, rubbed her thumb over the tip, spreading the precome over him.
‘Stop talking, Lucas, and fuck me.’
‘Please?’
‘Just fuck me.’
His hand was wrapped over hers on his thick cock, squeezing just for a second. ‘You’ll have to let go.’ Then the jokiness had gone from his face as he gripped her thigh up high at his waist and forced himself deep inside her with one hard thrust. She lifted her foot onto one of the shelves behind him so that she could balance and push herself harder against him.
‘I’m going to lose it if you do that.’
‘I want you to lose it.’ She tangled her fingers in his hair and kissed him the way she’d always wanted to, not holding back, tasting every bit of him as his fingers dug into her bum and he slammed inside her.
‘Harder, please, harder.’
He reached between them, his finger finding her clit as he pushed deeper inside her and it started, her whole body opening from the inside out as he gasped and gave one final thrust. There was a tremor in his thighs and he tipped his head back for a second before lifting it and smiling the sweetest of smiles straight at her.
She swallowed hard as the last of the trembling started to drift out of her body and rocked her hips, milking every last drop.
‘Fuck.’ He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose and stared. And he had such a strange look on his face that she started to giggle, which squeezed his cock right out. ‘You know what I’d like to do?’
She didn’t get to hear because there was another loud rap on the door, and the handle was rattled with force. ‘Lucas.’ She shifted her foot and a can clattered off the shelf onto the floor.
He grinned and pulled down her dress, zipped up his flies. ‘My
mamá
, I think, and I’m pretty sure she would have heard that.’ Then he opened the door a few inches, which she wasn’t sure was that good an idea. ‘
Mamá
, I am busy, work.’
She could just see over his shoulder and she could have sworn there was more than just his mother looking their way. Shit, well, she’d always wanted to go out with a bang, hadn’t she? Literally, it seemed.
‘Work?’ She sounded incredulous. In a cupboard? Lucas, you have guests, remember.’
‘I’m having the rest of the night off.’
‘You never have a night off.’ She guffawed and said something in Spanish that sounded like it could be rude to the rest of the crowd. Then, mercifully, she shut the door.
‘Now what are we going to do? I’m not going out there after what I think she just said.’
‘I have a better plan. I’m going to turn you into one sweet, spicy tapas and taste every inch of you.’
The shiver went straight down her spine. She wanted to be tasted, even if it was the last thing he did before he walked. ‘One last taste before you go?’
He pushed her through a door at the other end of the corridor that led through to the food prep area, then spun her round to face him. ‘I don’t want it to be the last taste, do you?’ He had a slightly hesitant look on his face, the first time she’d ever seen him look unsure, awkward, and she was glad they’d done this. Even if it was goodbye.
‘No, but it’s OK. Honest.’
‘Look, I –’ He reached into his pocket and took out his plane ticket.
‘Don’t –’ Tearing it up wouldn’t change anything, wouldn’t help anything.
But he didn’t tear it up, he handed it over. ‘It’s for you. I bought you one as well. I want you to come back with me. Just look, see, you don’t have to decide anything.’
‘Oh.’ She looked at the bit of paper he’d given her. One small, innocuous bit of paper that had the power to change everything. She hadn’t expected that.
‘It’s for a few days’ time, to give you time to think.’
‘I don’t need time. I know.’
‘Well?’ Patience might be a virtue but Lucas wasn’t bothered about being virtuous. He’d bought the ticket on an impulse the moment he’d got back from his trip to Barcelona, an impulse that rocketed from his groin to his heart. Just like shagging her in the store cupboard had been an impulse, an opportunity he couldn’t say no to.
But, suddenly, this was more important. His heart was hammering away and he knew it wasn’t because he’d just had an erection fit to burst and a shag that had left him breathless. It was because he didn’t know. He hadn’t a clue whether he’d just made an idiot of himself.
‘I’ll tell you after the tapas thing.’ She had the dirtiest grin on her face he’d ever seen. ‘But first you’ve gotta catch me, big boy.’
Throwing her over his shoulder hadn’t been in the original plan, but nor was going at high heel speed. Being polite had its limits. She wriggled and he groaned and slipped his hand up under her skirt. ‘Stop that or I’ll sort you out on the stairs.’
‘Mmm.’ The giggle turned into a shriek as his hand came down firmly on her bum.
‘This time, lady, I’m going to be in charge and you’re going to be begging.’
‘You sure about that?’ She squealed as his fingers found the sweet spot between her thighs that he’d been looking for.
‘I’m sure. I’m going to tie you to the bed and –’ He reached the top of the stairs, kicked open the door of the flat above the bar, and took the two strides he needed to reach the bed. He’d originally checked out the flat with a view to renting it out to his new manager, then he’d realise that for one night only it could be put to a far better use.
‘And?’
‘Quiet, woman.’
‘You planned this, didn’t you?’
‘You didn’t think for one minute I was going to let you get away, did you?’ He dropped her on the bed and was astride her before she had a chance to get up, pulling her arms up above her head so he could slip the tie around them. ‘And I’m going to taste every sweet inch of you.’ His hand found the damp warmth between her thighs, his fingers circling over the wet crotch of her knickers until she moaned and writhed in a way that made his stomach tighten. ‘Slowly.’ Roughly, he pulled his shirt over his head, so that a button popped onto the bed beside her, and her eyes widened.
‘You’re keen.’ Her tongue darted out, slicked over her top lip, and he suddenly realised that keeping control was going to be much harder than he’d thought. The first shag had barely touched the surface of the raw need that was vying for escape.
‘Keen doesn’t get close,
querida
.’ He was between her legs, his hands grasping her hips so she couldn’t squirm, his mouth nuzzling against her before pulling at her knickers with his teeth. She whimpered and he gave up, tugged her panties down with one hand, and paused inches away from her swollen lips. He blew a line of cold air down her slit and the moan finished him; he leant forward, and as his tongue sought out the sweetness of her juices she gave a little sigh, a sound he’d been waiting for. His tongue delved deeper and he could already feel her pussy grabbing, throbbing gently with need. He sucked on the tight bud of her clit, circled with his tongue and drank her in as she twisted in his grip, her thighs parting wider than ever to let him in.
Her body was taut, hot beneath his hands as he eased himself higher up the bed until he lay at the side of her.
‘Untie me, please, it’s my turn.’ And even before he’d fully released her wrists she had twisted over him, was lowering herself onto his cock, easing him into her slick channel as though he belonged there. He reached up to hold the full, round breasts but she smiled, closed her eyes, and threw her head back, leaning to grasp his ankles. She was rocking, bouncing over him, shifting her hips so his cock was teased, pulled, and then all he could see was where they joined, the flat plane of her stomach, the slim pale thighs that tightened around him, his hard cock disappearing as he plunged inside her. And all he could think about as she circled her clit with one slender finger was his come shooting deep inside that sweet, sweet body.
‘You’re going to come?’
‘I’ve come, over and over again.’ She giggled and pressed the length of her body against him.
He stroked his hand over her hair, twirled a ringlet slowly round his finger as he rested his chin on her head. ‘You know what I mean.’
‘I do.’ She glanced up, met his gaze and held it. ‘I guess it would be a waste not to use the ticket.’
‘It would.’
‘And a shame to waste this body.’ She trailed her fingers over his abs and his cock twitched in response.
‘You’re getting cheeky.’
‘Mm.’ She circled his tight nipple with her tongue. ‘So what was that you said about making me beg?’
He laughed and, in one easy movement, rolled over on top of her and pinned her wrists to the bed, shifting his hips to grind his cock against her. ‘I’ll show you.’
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