StrongArmsoftheLaw (3 page)

He groaned and praised her. “That’s right, baby. Let me hear
you. Let me feel you.”

She pushed her breasts together and thumbed her nipples,
writhing, frantic.

He drove his hands beneath her ass and held her to his mouth
as he dined on her. “I may never need another woman,” he heard himself say as
he savored her swollen labia. Then, he sank his fingers inside her and scooped
out her cream. “You are so sweet. Ever tasted yourself?”

She shook her head, her large eyes huge with expectation.

“Here.” He put two fingers to her lips. “Lick it off,
honey.”

She laved his fingers, one by one, taking her sweet time.
Then she sucked them both into her mouth and all the while, her beautiful
purple eyes focused on his, then said, “Let me do the same for you.”

His mind blanked. His cock twitched. He caught her against
him. “An offer I’ll never refuse.”

Chapter Three

She pushed him to his back and rolled over him, her thighs
to either side of his, her wet cunt smack against his groin. “Wow. I can even
feel how hot you are here.”

He traced the outline of her mouth. “Your pussy is burning
up.”

She flexed, rubbing her juice into his skin. “Can I mark you
with it?”

“Be my guest.”

She grinned at him, repeated the act and shimmied down to
lie between his legs. He examined the ceiling, fighting for sanity, her warm
breath skimming over his cock and balls as she took her sweet time looking him
over. Finally, she wrapped her hand around his cock and he sighed. “Rex
Martinez,” she cooed, “you are beautiful, sweetie. Red, white and blue. Like a
Texas flag.”

He huffed. “You want to talk history or you want to give me
some action?”

“Oh, I do. I
do
. But, um, gee.” She pumped him nice
and slow so his teeth ground together. “Got to give praise where it’s due,
don’t you think?”

“Honey.” He clamped a hand over hers and made her halt. “I
think you’d better not squeeze me so hard.” He lifted his head to look down at
her and grimace. “That leaves two choices. Either stroke me or suck me. Now.”

Her eyes danced, then she directed them to the item at hand.
“I love how long you are.” She slid her palm up his cock. “How thick, too.” She
wiggled her brows. “Got a few drops coming out for our party.” She promptly
licked the fluid off his slit, her soft tongue eliciting a groan from him.
“Really nice.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Nice?
Hell.
I’m dying here.”

His reward was her tongue laving his seam, lapping up the
newest drops of pre-cum dribbling out of him. Her strokes were rhythmic,
mesmerizing. Her tongue was deft, coaxing him to hold on to his willpower and
let her have all of him she wanted. She was diligent, bobbing over him, and
then she shifted, one hand rolling his balls, holding up his cock so that she
could kiss him and drive him wild.

He sank a hand in her hair, lost in her power over him.

She mewled, took all of his cock and sucked him.

He drove both fists into the bed. She had the strongest
lips, persuasive and determined. He knew if she kept this up, he’d be coming in
her mouth. Damn, if he’d let that happen right off the bat. He needed to show
her a proper good time.

He sank a finger into the corner of her mouth. “Love this,
darlin’, but I have got to fuck your pretty pussy.”

“Condoms?” she asked, looking up at him like a million
dollars rode on his answer.

“I got ’em.”

She licked her lips, her breath fast and shallow. “How
many?”

He chortled. Drove a hand through her blonde tresses. “Two?
Three? Enough to do right by you. Now let me up.”

She rolled off him, but all he had to do was open the end
table drawer. He’d stuffed the few he always carried with him in there when
they had first moved in here, assuming then he’d never have the chance to use
them with her. He’d also wrongly assumed he would have better self-control than
to give in to the ache in his cock. And she? Well, she might have looked like
she was interested in him, but she was so grouchy in the beginning, he thought
she’d fight their attraction forever. And after the trial and her testimony, he
figured she would go back to her life in Chicago and never give him a second
thought.

That was then.

This was now and he had been wrong. So wrong about himself
and her. And now, as he tore open the foil packet and she reached to take it
from him and roll it on him, he marveled that she had blossomed into a sexpot.

And he?

What have you become, Martinez?

Hers?

Stunned by that idea, he watched her bite her lower lip as
she concentrated, trying to put the rubber over his throbbing cock. He had to
smile at her lack of dexterity. “Let me do the honors.” In two flicks, he had
himself covered and ready to party. He gave her a silly grin and hauled her up
against him, one hand covering one of her big breasts and positioning her cunt
to straddle his leg again. “Rub that pussy on me once more. Let me know whose
man I am.”

She arched like a prize cat and undulated against him.
“Going to let me know whose woman I am?”

“Oh, yeah.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and brought her
lips to his. “Claiming my territory.”

Kissing him fast, she pushed away, rolled to her back, her
thighs splayed to put him in her saddle. The smile on her lips was wide as the
Texas sky as she whispered, “You did. The first minute you looked at me.”

He stared at her, the truth of her statement zinging through
him. He traced a fingernail down her pretty pink seam, then caressed one of her
swollen lips.

She stilled, her gaze on his as he found her clit and
circled it, over and over. Then she spread her thighs wider. “Have me, Rex.”

The fragrance of her open cunt wafted up to him and the
invitation to mate careened through him like a stag in rut. He positioned over
her, his cock nudging the entrance to her channel and then he sank. Hell. He
sank so far inside her, he knew he had claimed all of her in one drive. The
euphoria of that stilled him and in the next second, he hauled her legs up over
his forearms and rocked into her like a wild man. She was his, hot, sweet,
thick, juicy and ripe. He drove into her over and over, his temptation to have
her now a bright reality that blinded him. Groaning, she clutched at his ribs.
He fucked her harder, her cries mingling with the slapping sounds of their
flesh. She shuddered, she trembled, her strong cunt milking him, squeezing him,
taking him out of his mind.

“Dear God,” he murmured as he collapsed over her and buried
his face in the crook of her shoulder. A rag doll had more energy than he did.
But not more testosterone.

He swirled his cock inside her, the flesh temporarily weak,
but the spirit oh, so willing to fuck her once more.

How could he want to possess her all over again and he’d
just had her?

Minutes later, she flexed her pussy and massaged his cock,
still filling her though semi-turgid. She grinned at the knowledge he was so
intrigued by her. She’d never had a man so virile. Did they grow men like this
only in Texas?

Hmm. She just needed one. This one.

Wrapping her arms around this wonderful lover of hers, Skye
marveled that she could keep Rex so interested. She hadn’t had many boyfriends.
The ones who came to her, were first attracted to her buxom bod. Never to her
brains. But in this man—this dear, funny man—she had sparked his interest
because of her intellect.

Who said sex was a head job?

They were right. She had the proof in her arms. She hugged
Rex closer now at the memory of the first moment she had known he was
fascinated by her mind. It had been the day over peanut butter sandwiches when
she told him how she loved her college courses in criminology. Especially the
early investigations of criminal phrenology and body types. That discussion was
the one that made his blue eyes twinkle. Later that same day, she discovered
they both liked the westerns of Louis L’Amour. Movies with Tommy Lee Jones.
After all that, it was easy to fall head-over-heels for Rex’s cowboy humor, his
spicy Tex-Mex menudo and fajitas and his daily devotion to vacuuming. The man
won the prize for Housemate of the Year. Little wonder she easily made the
transition to loving his wide slashing mouth. His hearty chuckle. His huge,
calloused hands. His slim hips in tight jeans.

Or out of them. She ran one hand down his torso as he
withdrew from her pussy.

She sighed, feeling so heady, so fortunate. She never went
gaga for good-looking men, always measuring a man by other means. His brains.
His education. His funny bone. His professional success. Never an order to her
assessment. Only good judgment. Here with Rex, she had no order. No assessment.
Just total submersion. Like being engulfed, surrounded, consumed by a
personality so expansive, so damn macho, that she felt constantly off balance.
But
alive.

Alive to talk with him. Alive just to look at him. Rough,
big, not handsome by Hollywood standards, he could still star as the tough
lawman with the heart of gold. With thick, glossy black hair, curling to his
nape. Blue eyes, so cerulean and crystalline they seemed neon. Thick brows with
a wide arch that made him look like drawings of marauders like Genghis Khan and
Geronimo. And then, he had a body that, to look at him, let alone touch him
like she was now, made her whimper inside with raw need. He was a Texan. A
Tejano
,
he had corrected her, telling her he was a mix of Hispanic and Anglo, a
descendant of the men who first settled Texas in the Spanish colonial period. A
six-foot-four wall of masculinity, with a sculpted chest and two tree-trunk
legs, all honed with a rigorous workout schedule. Hell, he’d even brought his
dumbbells with him here and offered them to her. She’d taken up the challenge
and worked off some of her sexual anxiety.

But working out anywhere near him hadn’t doused the rage to
make love to him. To taste his mouth. To have his lips all over her body. His
tongue inside her. Her mouth. Her cunt.

She shivered in his arms.

“Cold?” He drew away to look down at her.

“Excited.”

His eyes narrowed, his mouth curved. “Need me again?”

“How long do you take to recover?” She teased him, batting
her lashes at him.

He ruffled her hair. “Ordinarily? Or just with you?”

“Just me.”

He sent his hand down her hip, over her mound and into her
sopping-wet pussy. His cock, still inside the full condom, was lax against his
thigh but rising to the occasion. “Hmm. I’m getting hard again just thinking
about being inside all this sweetness.”

“Don’t know if I can wait.”

“Impatient, aren’t you?” he asked, good humor his biggest
hallmark.

She laughed and ran her hands over his chest muscles. “You
make me ravenous.”

“Lucky me.” He rolled to the side of the bed and offered her
a hand up. “Time for a shower.”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “It’s so small. Think we’ll
both fit in there?”

“I’ll tell you once I get you up against the shower wall.”

“Really?” She was stunned. “I thought that happened only in
romance books.”

“Whatever you’re reading, they’re accurate. Let me prove it
to you.” He motioned her forward with his fingers.

“Yippee-i-o-ki-ay!” She rolled out of bed, tingling with the
excitement of another bout with him. “I like being a cowgirl.”

“Oh, what have I created? Let’s get this pretty ass in the
shower and we’ll see how you do, western style.” He tugged her along into the
bathroom.

Setting her against the wall, he opened the door, reached
inside the tiny shower and turned on the spray. In two swipes, he had his
condom off and in the trash. Then he turned back to her, “Until the water gets
warm,” he told her, “we’ll practice here.” With one hand to her shoulder, he
bent down to lift a breast. Damn, if he wasn’t able to kiss her and suck nearly
all of her into his impressively talented mouth.

Her knees buckled.

“Ah, ah. No swooning.” He caught her around the waist, then
serviced her other breast with the same ardor. “You’ll give me a big head.”

“Thought I already had,” she whispered as her fingers
touched his slit, all wet with pre-cum.

“Got that right.” He bit her nipple, then soothed it with
small flicks.

“You’re a breast man,” she said, her voice hollow as a new
gush of cream ran down her thighs.

“With you, I’m a breast man,” he whispered as he plucked at
her nipples, then sent his hands down to her buttocks. “And an ass man. A pussy
man.” He spread her labia with two powerful hands to sink two fingers inside.
“But at the moment,” he grabbed her under her thighs, wrapped her legs around
him and pressed her against the wall. “I’m a leg man.”

She moaned as he lifted her and rubbed his hardening cock
against her mons. Her eyes drifted closed as he massaged his shaft against her.
“Rex, you need another rubber, honey.”

“Not going to fuck you yet.”

Her eyes flew open. “No?
Oh Rex
,” she was pleading,
“why not?”

“Want to tease you ’til you’re crazy for me.” He rocked
against her, his own breath hot and short.

“I am!”

He grinned, set her to the floor, then pulled her inside the
shower with him. “We’re gonna get all nice and wet everywhere.” He picked up
the bar of soap and began to wash her face.

She spat soap from her mouth. “No need to wash my eyeballs,
there, Martinez.”

He guffawed. “I’m gonna lick every inch of you,” he said as
he ran soap suds all over her arms and shoulders, down her nipples, between her
tender folds, up her ass and down her legs to her feet. “You’re gonna do the
same for me.”

“I am, huh?” she asked, entranced as he kissed her knees and
tickled her calves.

“Yeah, you’ll love every minute.”