Undercover Lovers (22 page)

“
I meant me,” he said and
plunged.

Facedown on a
near-stranger’s couch, the smell of sex rife in the air, Emma
decided she’d lived far too sheltered a life.

She’d never even done it
doggy-style. A crying shame, because from this angle said
near-stranger’s cock did the most marvelous things to her G-spot.
At least she assumed it was her G-spot he scraped the head of his
cock over with every slow thrust. Like multiple orgasms, she’d
begun to think its existence was as mythical as unicorns and elves
scampering over rainbows to find pots of gold.

“
Oh yeah.” Shane had the
sexiest way of grunting when he pushed inside her. He felt
incredible. His shaft thick and ridged, the head plump and slick.
Better than any wet dream.

She pressed her cheek into
the nubby fabric, inhaling him with each breath. His woodsy
aftershave, the hint of sweat. Her own. His. Her fingers dug into
the edge of the cushion and she arched her back more, allowing him
even deeper penetration. He groaned and sank all the way in,
lingering inside her, rocking slightly, making her
writhe.

She wasn’t fully conscious
of reaching up to pluck at her beaded nipple until he leaned down
and covered her hand with his own, seizing the rigid tip as if he
owned it. He drew the bud between thumb and forefinger, twisting,
grinding his cock in and out in a seamless rhythm.

Mmm.
Her body hummed with pleasure. But she couldn’t come again.
Not yet. Maybe not tonight. She’d had her fun and—

“
Oh, dear God!” That hadn’t
been her screaming as he began to pummel her pussy with short,
untamed thrusts. She wouldn’t. She
couldn’t
. “Oh God, yes, that feels so
damn good.”

“
Hell, yeah. Open up for me,
baby.” His hand came down on the small of her back, forcing her
breasts into the abrasive fabric of the cushions. She whimpered in
delight at the hot spear of pleasure that arced from nipple to
clit. “That’s it. Go all the way down.”

His fingers punished her
hips, leaving marks she’d probably treasure until they faded away.
Did they have cream to prolong bruises? She’d never been roughed up
by a lover before, even moderately. His hard hands inflamed her
skin, causing goose bumps wherever they went. He leaned forward and
kissed a line down her spine. The jarring contrast between abrupt
and sweet made her quiver and propelled her that much closer to the
edge.
Almost there
.

She snuck her hand between
her legs. If she were careful, he wouldn’t know she needed a little
more to get off.

“
Are you touching
yourself?”

So much for that. “Um…no?”
she ventured, curling her guilty fingers into her palm.

He snatched at her hand,
drawing it back until she felt his warm lips on her flesh. From his
exhalation she knew he’d sampled how much of a liar she was. “You
taste better than I thought. Hot and sweet. Not at all like those
words that came out of your mouth a little while ago.” He began
moving faster, pumping his thighs against hers so that his balls
smacked her clit. She cried out and he did it again. “Touch
yourself. Make yourself come again. Hurry.”

Since he put it so
nicely…

Roughly, she rubbed her
clit, trying to time her movements to his. He changed his speed,
going deep and holding, his cock filling her in ways she’d never
imagined. She clenched tighter, then tighter still, trapping him
within her, rocking just enough to let him know she was close. A
heartbeat away. She flicked her clit harder, moaning every time he
marked her ass with his big hands. She squeezed her eyes shut and
gripped the armrest as she threw her body into his suddenly
frenzied thrusts, giving herself over to the ecstasy blasting
through her and shooting into him, connecting them.

Then she was coming,
pleasure drowning her, leaving her weak. Possibly deaf, dumb and
blind too. He followed right behind her, his shuddering body
looming over hers so that she felt crushed underneath the waves of
his release. He groaned, spilling himself into the condom while she
pressed her face into the cushions and held on.

Minutes passed. Maybe hours.
Finally she summoned her nerve and turned her neck to try to see
him. No such luck. He’d draped himself atop her like a toppled
redwood, his cock still buried in her pussy and his face tucked
against her shoulder.

“
Shane?”

“
Mmm-hmm.” He made a noise
that sounded very close to a purr, except masculine in a growly
sort of way. “I’m moving,” he mumbled, lifting off her and dragging
her with him.

Once she’d risen, he tugged
her into a long, sensual, getting to know you kiss. She would’ve
expected this kind of kiss
before
sex, not after. “Wanna see my bed?”

She laughed at his earnest
expression. “Sure.”

He took her hand and led her
across the room to a shadowy alcove. “This is it.”

She’d never seen so much
stuff crammed into such a tiny area. Dresser at the foot of the
bed, chair wedged beside it. Open door that led to the bathroom
beside that. “I know it’s small,” he said, king of the obvious.
“But I changed jobs and—”

“
It’s perfect.” She leaned
up to kiss him. “I never complain after a guy gives me three
orgasms.” Shock raced through her and she stepped back to gape.
“Holy shit.
Three
.”

His smile turned smug.
“Technically you helped on the last one.”

“
Guess I’m greedy.” She
lowered herself to the mattress. At least he had a big bed,
probably because a queen was the smallest size Shane could fit
into. He wasn’t a little guy. Tall, broad-shouldered, enormously
cocked—

She lifted a brow as he
removed the remainder of his clothes and dropped to his knee beside
her, his gaze roaming over her as if he’d just noticed she hadn’t
gotten dressed.

“
Me too,” he murmured.
“Because there’s nothing more I’d like than to see you ride me. But
first,” he scooted her farther up the bed and pushed her legs up,
“I need to lick you.”

“
Oh.” Hard to maintain your
dignity when you were compressed like a deformed pretzel.
Especially when you could see your lover’s well-used mouth descend
to the cleft between your legs as if he were about to dine on a
succulent meal. With his tongue as the fork. “Well then,” she
breathed once he started to fulfill his wish.

He took his time, savoring
her with long swipes that covered most of the territory from her
mound to the deepest recesses of her pussy. Before long she wasn’t
quite sure what his tongue—and fingers—were doing. She drifted, not
aware of much but the firm mattress and the wet heat delving into
one of the most private, secret entrances to her body.

For once she wasn’t
embarrassed. She
wanted
this. Hungered for it.

Languorously, he spread her
open and sucked on her clit. When she wriggled beneath him, begging
him to put an end to her agony, he slipped his tongue in her
channel and flexed it, sending her careening into her hardest
orgasm yet.

Four.

He crawled up the mattress
and rubbed his swollen lips against hers. “Now you can ride me,” he
murmured, pulling her on top of him when she didn’t
move.

“
Can’t. Dead.”

He laughed and trailed his
hands up her sides, his thumbs unerringly seeking her puckered
nipples. “You can do it. It’s easy.” He opened his bedside
drawer—somehow he’d fit a nightstand in there too—and flipped out a
handful of condoms, which he then shoved under his pillow.
Withdrawing one, he opened it and suited up quickly, tossing the
wrapper into the darkness with such haste she had to laugh. “Climb
on.”

She shivered. But not with
desire. That would be impossible, even with Becky’s magnificent
arousal drug coasting through her system.

When she didn’t move, he
chuckled softly and helped himself, lifting her up and impaling her
on his cock as if she weighed nothing. She fell onto his chest and
he caught her mouth, twirling his tongue around hers as he gripped
both cheeks of her ass and tugged her forward. “Feels good, doesn’t
it?”

“
Sorry, numb from the waist
down,” she said against his cheek.

He laughed again. “You won’t
be in a minute. I promise. Now ride me. Nice and slow.”

She bobbed around on top of
him like one of Ted’s fish, except the hook in her was more
substantial than the lures her ex used. She couldn’t even open her
eyes as she braced her hands on his deliciously ripped torso, but
heat flared at the point of contact between their bodies just the
same.

God, he was so hard again,
already. She showed her gratitude for that fact by squeezing her
inner muscles around his shaft. That didn’t take too much effort
either. He assisted her in every way he could, pulling her toward
him, drawing her away, grazing her nipples with his teeth on the
return trip.

His strokes lengthened but
each time he retreated without going deep. He taunted her, making
her pussy chase and claim his cock like a prize. She watched them
join and separate, riveted by how his latex-covered cock glistened
each time she managed to lift herself from his body.

“
So hot,” he murmured and
she had to agree. Especially when he devoured her mouth in hungry
kisses as he dragged her up and down his shaft.

Emma moaned, incoherent.
There weren’t words left. Just sounds. Grunts, pants, the
occasional squeal. She shuddered at the unmistakable sensation of
his long fingers delving between her folds to stroke her overly
sensitive clit. She dropped her head back, sure the ceiling would
erupt into flames like the panorama she saw whenever she closed her
eyes.

Her wetness poured over him
and he grew so thick that taking him was almost as painful as it
was pleasurable. Finally he hit the right spot and she came in an
erotic gush, her spasms the last straw he needed to shove him into
his climax.

Rearing up in bed, he
grabbed her arms and held them behind her back as his cock dug so
deep into her pussy she would’ve sworn they’d merged into one. She
heard him shout. Felt him convulse. Then her brain blinked
out.

Close to unconscious, she
wilted on top of him and turned her face into his sweaty shoulder.
She swallowed, trying to wet her dry throat. “I’m thirsty,” she
whispered, not really sure he’d heard her.

Shane eased her aside and
rolled out of bed. “What would you like? I have soda. Water. Oh and
soy milk for the cat.”

She opened one eyelid. “What
cat?”

“
She’s probably out on the
fire escape. She gets out of this sauna when it’s hot.
So…soda?”

“
Yeah. Thanks.”

He came back and handed her
a glass. She sipped gratefully and returned it, only dimly aware of
him going back into the kitchen. A couple moments later, he crawled
back into bed and pulled her against him. “Gonna sleep
now.”

“
Uh huh.” Without another
word, she crashed.

***

Darkness. Slow, steady
breathing. Comfort. Oh God, so comfortable. She arched her back,
toes curling as she reveled in the toned male flesh she’d sprawled
across. A dream come true.

“
We shouldn't have done
this, Maureen.”

The rough voice drew Emma
from her post-climactic slumber with a start. She stared into the
darkened bedroom that was most emphatically not her own and let the
events of the previous night come back to her, stacking up end to
end like dominos.

Going to the strip club.
Drinking Becky's spiked drink. Feeling up the studly cop dancer.
Eating nachos. Inexplicably volunteering to give him a lesson in
stripping and then horror of all horrors, actually following
through.

But he'd liked the show.
She'd discovered the flexibility gained from years of taking
classes to fill her empty Friday nights paid off handily when one
dirty danced, even solo.

Best of all, she'd come.
Multiple times. Hallelujah, tune up the harps. She'd fallen
asleep—passed out more accurately—naked in her lover's arms, and
he'd even chuckled when she’d awakened a short while later to put
her underwear back on. Whether he found her false modesty or the
bra and panties themselves so amusing she wasn't sure.

She'd gone to sleep happy.
She'd awakened that way too, until that sexy growl in her ear had
ruined her night with the capper of all insults.

He'd called her
Maureen
. He'd been inside
her body and he didn't even know her name.

Had he lied to her? He
must’ve. Who was this guy, really?

She jerked up and fumbled
for the sheet, drawing it tightly to her neck. Reason
numero uno
why she never
had one-night stands. She'd probably gone to bed with some sort of
criminal. Ex-cop her ass. Next thing she knew he'd be bilking her
out of her fortune and they'd find her dismembered body on the side
of the highway.