Steam (10 page)

“If you want to stop, tell me now.” She shivered as he snaked his hand up her shirt. He skated his fingers along the bottom edge of her bra and started to press damp, open-mouthed kisses along the line of her jaw.

She should stop him. She should push him off and run as fast as she could. There was one problem with what she should do.

She didn’t want to.

Throwing caution to the wind, she looped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, thank God,” he whispered.

The way he kissed took her breath away. He teased her mouth open with his tongue, licking his way inside and pulling back to nip sharply at her lower lip. “Let’s get this off,” he whispered against her lips as he tugged at her shirt. It went flying across the room, landing in a puddle on her dresser.

Her bra was next. When she was nude from the waist up, he kissed his way down her neck. His lips grazed the responsive patch of skin right where her shoulder met her neck. She couldn’t help the moan, and Sloan obviously figured out he’d hit pay dirt. He sucked on the spot, nibbled it, licked it, until Sunny was nothing more than a writhing mess.

God, she was going crazy. She needed more, but Sloan seemed content to stay at the slow pace, slowly driving her mad. She whimpered when he pinched one of her nipples, rolling it between his fingers and pulling on it gently.

Threading her fingers through Sloan’s hair, Sunny arched her neck and tried to pull him up for a kiss. He chuckled and settled himself more firmly between her legs. “Patience,” he murmured before attacking her neck again.

What was he, a vampire? And he wanted her to show some patience?

Screw that. She hadn’t been with anyone other than her battery-operated boyfriend in more than a year. Her patience had run out as soon as he’d kissed her out in the field. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her pussy against his hard stomach. The seam of her jeans rubbed directly against her clit, and the sensation threw her over the edge.

Every muscle in her body seized and her whole world narrowed until it focused on the small, throbbing ridge of flesh between her legs.

It wasn’t enough. Her sex was still contracting when she pushed on Sloan’s shoulders and rolled him over. She yanked off her pants and underwear before attacking his shirt. “Too many clothes,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered. He sat up enough to help her yank off his shirt and shuck his pants before he sprawled out on his back wearing nothing but a smile.

She pounced on him. It was her turn to make him desperate.

*

Sloan laid back, his arms raised over his head, and smiled at Sunny. He knew he probably looked a little bit smug, but come on. He’d made her come while she’d still had her fucking pants on. It had to be some kind of record. Even Dara hadn’t been that responsive. The feeling was fan-fucking-tastic.

The only thing that could make this night better would be if he got some release too. And, if her fierce expression was anything to go by, he was in for the ride of his life. He couldn’t wait.

Sunny, however, apparently didn’t share his urgency. She straddled his thighs and took her sweet time staring at him. Instead of making him feel uncomfortable, the appreciation he saw in her expression made him want to preen. Soon enough, though, he squirmed with need. His cock stood tall and proud and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her sweet heat. “Sunny,” he grunted.

The laugh that escaped her lips sent shivers of anticipation down his spine. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “You’ll get what you want. After I get what I want.”

He shifted impatiently. “You already came. What else do you want? Because if it’s another orgasm, trust me, I’d love to give you another one. Or three.”

Sunny lightly placed her fingers at his collarbones and trailed them ever so softly down his chest, stopping at his nipples. She circled them in ever-smaller circles. “Baby, I want you crazy for me. Now, hush and let me work.”

“Trust me, I’m so hot for you right now, I’m about to combust.”

She laughed again, low and rich. “Sloan, if you can still hold a conversation with me, you’re nowhere near desperate enough.”

He wasn’t sure how much more desperate she wanted him, but as long as she was touching him, he was willing to endure anything. Besides, this could be fun. He stretched his arms out over his head, exposing his entire body for her.

“Well, that’s a beautiful sight,” she remarked. “Do you think you can stay like this the whole time?”

She seemed to seriously underestimate his stamina and will power. “Of course. Do your worst,” he said with a smirk.

Raising an eyebrow, Sunny pursed her lips and looked at him consideringly. “That sounds like a challenge.”

Man, he didn’t remember ever having this much fun in bed. “If that’s how you want to take it…” He let the sentence trail off, knowing she would understand he really was challenging her to test his self-control.

If he could classify a smile as being evil in a good way, that’s how he would describe the expression that crossed her face. He closed his eyes and waited for her first move.

Instead of saying anything further, she leaned forward and feathered her lips against his neck a couple of times. “Mmm,” she crooned. “You smell divine. I bet you taste delicious.”

He thought she would run her tongue along his skin, maybe kiss his ear a little. He jumped when she tweaked his nipple suddenly, pulling on it and rolling it between her fingers in almost the exact same way he had done to her earlier. An electric zap of sensation ran straight from his nipple to his cock and he felt a single bead of moisture run down his shaft.

Fuck.
Maybe his self-control wasn’t all that good after all.

Sunny didn’t stop with playing with his body. She scooted down a little and took his other nipple in her mouth, teasing the nub with the tip of her tongue. Her teeth closed over it, almost roughly, and he couldn’t help the shout that bubbled up from his chest. The pleasure was so intense, so sharp, he wondered if there was a nerve that connected his nipples directly to his dick.

How had he lived for seventy-five years and not know his nipples were a hot spot?

She spent a long time at his chest, kissing, nipping and tweaking his nipples. His balls had pulled up tight and he groaned, wondering if he could actually come from just that alone.

It didn’t help when she settled herself on one of his thighs and draped her abdomen over him. He could have written it off as her attempts to get more comfortable, but her soft stomach rubbed against his dick and her wet pussy ground against his leg. Unable to stop, he tilted his hips a little so his cock pressed more firmly against her belly.

He shuddered and thrust up again. His skin erupted into goose bumps and a bead of sweat dripped down his temple to land in his ear. The tickle in his ear merely added to the sensations rocketing through him. He kept up the motion of his hips, powerless to stop the steady stream of moans coming from his mouth. He was completely unable to control his body and the only important thing right now was reaching the orgasm poised at the tip of his dick.

Balls churning, he lurched up, only to nearly sob when the suction around his nipple and the sweet pressure of her belly on his shaft disappeared. “Sunny,” he whispered, nearly frantic for something.

“Shh,” she said. “I told you not to move.”

He hadn’t even realized he’d moved his arms until she pointed out the fact that he was gripping her shoulder. He forced himself to let go of her shoulder and reached up again. There was nothing solid for him to hang on to so he grabbed a pillow and balled it up in his fists, looking at her for approval.

She smiled and nodded. “You deserve a reward,” she praised.

Oh, God, please let it be…
yes
.

She sat up completely, held him with one hand and lowered herself onto him. He had to grit his teeth to stop himself from exploding as soon as the head of his dick breached her sex.

She was drenched and pulsing around him as she dropped down, taking him right to the root in a single push. “You feel so good,” she moaned as she started riding him.

He couldn’t answer her. He’d lost the ability to form coherent sentences as soon as she’d taken him in to her wet, silky pussy. He’d also lost control of his hands and they locked on her hips as if they had a mind of their own, helping her to find a rhythm they both liked.

She rode him with abandon and his eyes were rolled so far back in his head, he swore he could see the back of his skull. It was hard to pull his eyes forward again, but he didn’t want to miss out on a single second of Sunny’s expression. He just about swallowed his tongue when he finally focused on the woman riding him. Her head was flung back and she had cupped each breast. She massaged them, kneaded them, stopping every once in a while to play with her nipples.

His urgency went from about sixty to one hundred in half a second and he rocked her even faster, his orgasm just out of reach. His muscles tightened in preparation for the climax of his life.

Until she jerked away and lifted her pussy off his already twitching cock.

What the fuck was she doing? He whimpered, fucking whimpered. “Why?”

“No condom,” she said roughly. “Do you have one?”

Shit, shit,
shit
. He shook his head. He hadn’t had sex in a quarter of a century. Why would he have condoms lying around his room? “Don’t you have some?” he asked hopefully.

She shook her head and bit her lip.

His entire body was sensitized with an agonizing need to come. He felt like crying. The cool air bathing his dick didn’t do a single thing to quell his desire and he was pretty sure his nervous system had been fried somewhere along the way. Was it actually possible to die from blue balls? Because he was about to expire from lust.

Sunny pressed a warm, wet kiss against his chest again. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I have an idea.”

What could she possibly have in mind that could beat sex?

Before he could ask, she clambered off him completely and knelt between his legs. She cupped her breasts and bent at the waist until her belly rested on his thighs and his cock nestled in the valley between her breasts.

He groaned and thrust up. She wasn’t large but she was soft and silky and felt like heaven. “God, I love your tits,” he moaned.

Her answering laugh was low, seductive, and when she looked up at him and licked her lips, he lost it. “Sunny,” he croaked. “I…I’m…”

That was as much as a warning as he could force out before his orgasm hit him like a freight train. His eyes slammed shut and fireworks exploded on the inside of his eyelids. Every nerve in his body vibrated with the force of his climax and he briefly wondered if he would actually pass out from the intense pleasure zinging through his body.

When he finally managed to pry his eyes open, Sunny had sauntered out of her bathroom with a washcloth. There were streaks of white between her breasts, dripping down her belly. Instead of wiping them off, she climbed back on to the bed and cleaned him up gently. When he was clean, she wiped herself down and collapsed beside him. “That was awesome,” she said.

The matter of fact tone in her voice had him smiling. “Yes.”

He cleared his throat, starting to feel a little awkward now that they had gotten to know each other in a biblical sense. He wasn’t quite sure what she expected of him now. What he did know was he didn’t want this to be a onetime experience. Deciding to go for broke, he turned to face her. “So…should I go buy some condoms?”

His anxiety melted away when she grinned at him. “Yep,” she said. “And I would get them in bulk, if you know what I mean.”

Raven pushed his water glass out of the way and tried to focus on the contracts in front of him. Matthew had vetted them, negotiated the terms to better suit Raven’s needs, and had okayed them. All he had to do was sign them.

But he couldn’t get his mind to co-operate today.

Maybe it was the strong emotions he sensed flowing between Sunny and Sloan. Or Matthew’s heartache over Leith. Or even Anna’s uncharacteristic silence lately. But something was interfering with his concentration.

Whatever it was, it was clear they were getting closer and closer to the prophecy. He’d noticed that the handlers’ powers were increasing by the day. Even his own powers, which had been established for years, were starting to increase. That had to count for something.

He swiveled his chair around and stared at the fireplace. He was tempted to start a fire just to stare at the flames, but since it was summer, it was really too hot. Instead, he stared at Leith’s map of Scotland, which he had pinned to the wall above the fireplace. Black circles were around each of the locations where dragons had been spotted, or rumored to have been spotted. They were scattered all over the map and seemed completely random to him.

A red circle outlined the location Matthew had suggested they search. The suggestion had given him hope about finally finding their allies. He’d learned to trust his friend’s instincts. The boy had never led him wrong. In fact, the way that boy’s mind worked was a little scary. Matthew could never really explain why he came to the conclusions he did, but he was rarely wrong.

The cliffs. He supposed it wasn’t totally crazy to think that dragons would hole up in a cliff. Leith had suggested it, too. It was just that Niya had always appreciated the finer things in life. Like indoor plumbing and electric heating.

He turned his chair around again and slid open one of his desk drawers. The framed photo was where he always left it and he picked it up, holding it so he gazed directly down at it. The picture had been taken in such a way that it looked like her eyes were following him. The color was starting to fade a little so he whispered a spell to keep them bright. He had to chant the spell repeatedly these days. A twenty-five year-old snapshot could only last so long, even when it was framed. He took it out of the frame several times a day, just to try and feel closer to her, which didn’t help its condition.

He remembered her long black hair sliding across his chest as she straddled him. And her jade green eyes would sparkle up at him as he licked his way down her body. The dragon queen had been spectacular in her human form and intriguing in her dragon form. She’d once taken him flying. It had been the single most exhilarating thing he’d ever experienced. Until she’d landed on a deserted tropical island, shifted back to a human and proceeded to blow his mind when she’d tied him up and had her way with him.