Текст книги "Opening Up"

Автор книги: Lauren Dane

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She snorted and then popped open two buttons on her blouse.

“But my being younger bothers you?” Her fingertip hovered at the next button, the one that would totally expose her bra.

“It’s not that.”

She slid the third button free, delighting in the look on his face.

Greed.

PJ could work with that.

“It isn’t?” She unbuttoned the blouse all the way, sliding it off. The dark brown of his eyes seemed to go nearly black as he took her in. So much intensity and focus that the power subtly shifted between them again.

“Take them all off. I want to look at you.” There was no way to interpret that as anything but an order.

Licking her lips, she unzipped her pants and stepped from them, his gaze on her like a physical thing. Her underpants followed, then finally her bra.

He sucked in a breath as he moved to her. “Jesus, you’re fucking beautiful.”

It wasn’t like she hadn’t had a man look at her like she was pretty before. Or that Asa was the first guy to get hot over her body. But this was different. Naked before him while he still wore his clothes rendered her more than physically bare.

He was so big and sexy there as he circled her, looking at her body. It left her breathless and a little nervous, which was sort of hot too. She was too into whatever was happening to obsess on whether that was weird or not.

“This is fantastic work.” He traced over the petals of the lotus that sat across the middle of her back in blues and pale purples.

“Thank you.” She’d gotten the tattoo when she’d decided to drop out of college and follow her own damned path.

“Are you Buddhist?”

“No. Did you know the lotus is actually a part of the mytho-religious structure of multiple cultures and religions? A beautiful flower that grows from muddy water. Rising above, reborn as something more than those muddy roots.”

He kissed her neck as he slid his hands from her shoulders down to her fingertips. He turned her wrist up, moving it close so he could examine the ink there. A little outline of a stick drawing of a cat’s face.

“My grandfather was an awesome guy. He used to call me Kit-Cat. Not like the chocolate bar, but like a feline. Anyway. He used to send me postcards when he traveled for Colman, and he’d sign them with this little cat face.”

“I saw him race once when I was a kid. The local boys’ club gave out free tickets and my mom took us all. He was already in his sixties then but still badass.”

Asa came around to face her after thinking he needed to give himself a moment before he focused on her tits. But the ink on her back, the curve of her spine, and the sweet swell of her ass had wrapped around his cock like a fist. Freckles dusted over her shoulders and that only made her more beautiful.

He had a thing. For curvy brunettes with red lipstick and great tits. In their thirties and forties.

And here this blond, sweet-as-fuck package wrapped around what was turning out to be a dirty core was all he could think about. Those big blue eyes of hers, the way her bottom lip had the tiniest bow in it. Sweet, yes. But not innocent or naïve. He’d never met anyone like her.

And the story about her grandfather, fuck. Together with the way she essentially told him yes he was bossy and that was okay with her but when he went over the line she’d slap him back, only made him want her more. Strong, powerful women were hot as fuck, and this one got to him in ways that he’d be nervous about. Later.

She looked up at him, her lips curved into a smile. Not trying to hide herself or be coy. Also really fucking hot.

“Howie Colman was an absolute badass. He taught me how to drive.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded.

Scrolling tendrils of green wound their way from hip to hip. He danced his fingers over the super-sensitive skin. “Pretty.”

“It’s a work in progress. I added this frog here.” She pointed at her side, where a little green-and-brown frog had been added. “I’ll add little things when something happens that I want to mark.”

He liked that.

Not as much as he liked the barbell in each nipple. He tugged a little, twisting the bar, and she arched toward him with a moan.

“Tell me what you like about this.”

She caught her breath. “It feels good.”

He leaned in to nip her neck. “That’s not an answer to my question. Do you like the pain?”

He licked across her nipple, leaving it slick, and then tugged on it with his teeth before he did the same with the barbell.

She sank her fingers into his hair, holding him. “I like that better.” She went quiet for a bit, but he could tell she was trying to put it into words. “I don’t like pain. Not without pleasure.”

“Me either, darlin’. The pain is a way to get your body ready for the pleasure. Like a wave pulls back, gathers force, and crashes over the shore again. The balance is that place between them.”

“The first time it burned a little longer before it melted into pleasure. I think I must be very selfish because I want the pleasure faster.”

He cocked his head and thought about that. “That’s my favorite too. The shock of the pain and then the rush of chemicals to flood you with pleasure.”

“I want to see your body.” She tugged his hair to bring his face to hers.

He kissed her. “Impatient.”

“Damn right. I’ve been imagining you naked for five months now.”

Laughing, he stepped from his boots and then teased her slowly as he peeled off his T-shirt.

“I’m having a moment. I may need to sit down. But if I sit down I can’t touch you, so that’s out.” She got close enough to do just that. “Hmm. I suppose now we’ll have to test just how you like your nipples and those piercings played with.”

She bent her head to lick across first one and then the other nipple. He tried not to pant as she tugged a little harder than he had. And when she sucked it into her mouth hard and fast he couldn’t stop the way his hips jutted forward, seeking contact with her body.

He soaked it in as she ran her hands all over his chest and arms. She sucked in a breath as she traced the tentacles twisting around his shoulders and biceps.

“Wow,” she whispered as she circled him to take in the rest of the tattoo.

In teals and muted grayscale, the massive octopus took up Asa’s back. The artist had used the space on his skin perfectly. It nearly looked graceful, even over all the powerful muscles on Asa’s back and forearms.

And in one of the tentacles curled on his side was an ace of spades. “What’s this?”

“Just something left over from the army. Ace was my nickname. Not overly imaginative from Asa, but I had that ace of spades done first and then the octopus came after and my tattoo guy worked it into the new design.”

“It’s incredible.” She gave in and pressed her cheek to his back. So hard. Yum. “Do you have a thing about octopus? Octopi? Octopuses?”

He spun quickly, his hands at his button and zipper, and she sort of forgot what she’d been saying.

“They’re smart. They’re capable of changing their shape and size to adapt to any situation.”

Asa Barrons was a survivor. A guy who was proud of how hard he’d worked and what he’d built, and from what she could tell, he had every right to be.

“Show me what else you’ve got going on.”

He unzipped his jeans torturously slow – the look on his face told her he enjoyed the tease – and stepped from them, along with his shorts and socks. Looking at him totally bare, she nearly fell over.

Not only was he powerful with muscled thighs and hard calves, one bearing an intricate biomechanical-style tattoo, but his cock. Hoo, boy.

“You’re pierced.”

He handled himself firmly, and she tucked that away.

“I am.”

He had a barbell frenulum piercing, right below the head of his cock. A shiver ran over her skin. She’d never actually been with anyone with a pierced cock. But she wanted it. She licked her lips and the sound he made was nearly a snarl.

“Go on then.”

She dropped to her knees, brushing her lips up his left calf, behind his knee, up the inside of his thigh to lick up the line of his cock, pausing at the barbell. She studied it, tongued it gently, tugged on it with her teeth, and then she looked up into his face and swallowed the head of his cock, down past the piercing, tonguing it.

“Goddamn, yes.”

He stared down at her, gaze fiercely lit. The hand that slid from the top of her head and down to her jawline was gentle until he shifted, wrapping her hair around his fist and holding her from taking the head back into her mouth.

Suddenly she wanted it so much it surprised her. Straining to get closer, she licked across the head, shuddering at the groan he gave in response.

“Starving for it.”

She hummed her assent.

Magic.

PJ on her knees, those pink glossy lips wrapped around his cock, her cheeks rosy after struggling against his hold to get her mouth on him, was utterly breathtaking.

He rolled his hips, slowly fucking her mouth. She was tentative with the piercing. At first. Then she pushed a little, tugged a little harder, flicked her tongue faster.

He rode up to the thinnest of moments before climaxing and then pulled back. Her brow furrowed and she frowned.

Hauling her to her feet, he backed her to the bed and rolled on with her, tucking her body beneath his.

He had to take the reins and slow things down. Need beat at him with closed fists but he’d waited for this, fought it, and now that it was happening he needed to pay attention.

He shifted to keep the majority of his weight off her, his body between those luscious thighs. Her pussy was slick and he groaned when he brushed through it with the line of his cock as he settled.

When he reached her mouth, he took his time, kissing her long and slow until the heat between them was warm honey. He licked down her throat to the hollow there, circling it with the tip of his tongue.

She sighed softly, and the nails she’d had digging into his shoulders relaxed as he licked again and then nibbled across her collarbone.

“I love these freckles,” he murmured over a spot he’d licked and then blew over.

“Good thing, since I’ve got so many.”

He licked a trail down her chest, around the outer swell of her right breast, circling up to the nipple.

It drew tight and darkened as he twisted the barbell a few times. He loved the way women’s nipples looked when they were pierced. All that pretty, puffy glory of the nipple, feminine and soft, with a ring or a bar through it. The soft made even more alluring by the hard.

She gasped and shivered as he grazed the nipple with his teeth and then kissed his way over to her other breast to do the same there.

When she writhed, he lost a lot of his control as the scalding hot seam of her pussy slid against his cock.

He backed up a little, going to his knees between her thighs. This way she was wide open to him and he could get a look or a touch or a kiss of his favorite parts of her body.

She gazed up at him, her breath coming a little faster, lips glossy and swollen from sucking his cock and all those kisses.

He grabbed his cock at the root and slid the beads in his piercing and the head of his cock over her clit.

She sucked in a breath.

He did it again and then gave her clit a parting tap with his piercing. Her gaze blurred a moment and she got hotter and wetter against his cock.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

“Next time I want you to tell me, understand? I try something new and it revs you up, I want to know.” He tapped harder, and then once more. “I’ll be able to tell, of course. You’re so wet right now, just waiting for me to put my cock inside.” He dipped the head, brushing it against her entrance and having to shiver himself at how fucking good it felt. At how much control he had to use to keep from plunging inside.

“I’ll know, but I want you to tell me.”

Her gaze sharpened and that light came into it. A challenge. Damn it, she pushed his buttons. All the good ones.

Grinning, he shimmied down, ignoring her attempts to get him back to where he’d been. He spread her labia wide and took a lick and then another because she tasted so good. He played his tongue along the underside of her clit until she got very close and moved to her thigh, kissing and nibbling, and then over to the other side.

“You hate me!”

Laughing, he bent his head and as he held her open wide, sealed his mouth around her clit and sucked it slow. Over and over, in and out until she slammed a hand to the bed.

“I really like this part,” she said right as she came.

Christ, she made him laugh.

He got up and settled on his back on the bed and she joined him, snuggling on her side facing him, licking up his neck.

“Liked what part? Coming or pussy eating?”

She paused, thinking. “Well, I certainly like to come as a result of some excellent pussy eating. Pussy eating is certainly more pleasurable when there’s a climax involved. But I like coming from all sorts of sex-related type activities, just for future reference.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Climb aboard.”

“I’m hot for you, I can’t lie. Well, I mean, your face was just buried in my pussy, so I suppose that was a clue. Anyway, like I said, I’m totally down with this, but I don’t fuck without condoms. Just a rule.”

“Good. Neither do I. But I’m not going to fuck you. Just yet.”

He dug that she respected herself enough to demand protection. He most certainly did. It went hand in hand with the challenge in her eyes and the way she seemed so gloriously at home in her sensual skin.

She rolled up to her knees, throwing one over his waist to settle herself against him.

She bent to kiss him, nibbling his earlobes and getting off on the way his breath caught. The power of affecting a man like this one roared through her as she backed up and slid herself over his cock. “Do you know how ridiculous you are?”

“In a good way or a bad one? Oh fuck yes, grind that pussy on me.”

“Well.” She paused to do it again, sliding her pussy up and down the line of his cock, closing her eyes as the bloom of pleasure spread from her clit outward each time the beads on his piercing and the crown of his cock stroked over her. This was a million and a half times better than masturbating any other way. She wished she could just go into Babeland and buy an Asa for herself to keep around the next time she got horny.

“I’ll need to add dirty talk to the ridiculous list,” PJ said. “A good one, obviously, because if it was bad I wouldn’t be getting you all wet right now.”

“I’m glad you have standards to go with all your other positive attributes.”

He could be all dark and broody one moment and then make her laugh the next. There was something so exciting about being with him.

She began to ride him for real, undulating her hips as she moved her body up and back on her calves, her hands braced at his hips.

“You’re ridiculous because you’re so sexy and hot. An alpha male who rides motorcycles and drives a cool car. You’re covered in ink and muscles; you’ve got tall, dark, and dangerous down pat. I never gave much thought to size. Probably because no one came to the table with what you do. However, I plan to look into the whole idea of being a size queen. Because yeah, I like what you’re packing.”

She bent to kiss him quickly but he caught her lip between his teeth and tugged. “Make yourself come once more and then I’ll fuck you.”

There were literally zero flaws with that plan.

Two years before, with a long-term boyfriend, PJ had gotten herself off in front of him and he’d sort of… judged her for it. Like hello, she’d had his cock in her how many times and he was judgy about the fact that she knew how to make herself come?

She pushed the memory from her head because she knew for sure that this man thought it was hot. So there.

Levering so that her hands rested behind her, on his thighs, she rubbed herself along the line of his cock over and over. He felt so good, his gaze roaming all over her body, his cock hard and delicious against her clit each time. She knew it wouldn’t be long.

“That’s it, fuck. So gorgeous. Take what you need, PJ. Yeah.”

After she’d come a few more times and slept, she’d be able to contemplate all the ways Asa was sexy, including his mouth. Right then, though, he put his hands on her and she forgot everything else.

He rolled and tugged her nipples as she ground herself against him, his gaze moving from her face to her tits, down to where her body slid over his cock again and again.

She made a sound she hadn’t even known she could make, a low moan that seemed to drag from her gut slow and hard right as she came all over his cock.

Asa shook it off. Cast off the feeling that this woman wasn’t the same as anyone else in ways he maybe hadn’t really considered. He knew it, and he knew this was inadvisable, but he had no plans to stop now. The problem might be how to stop later. But for right now, he planned to gorge himself on her.

He waited until the last wave of her climax hit, then shifted to grab the condom he’d tucked under her pillow when he’d taken off his jeans.

When he turned, she watched through half-lidded eyes. Asa liked this part, when a woman was boneless with pleasure and he was about to make her feel even better.

“Hands and knees.”

She stirred lazily but got into place with his hand at her hip.

“Wait. I want to see you put the condom on over the piercing. I should know this. For future reference.”

He pushed her to her back and she smiled so beautifully up at him he had to pause just a moment to take her in.

“I really just wanted to look at your cock with that piercing again. But I’ll happily watch you hold it while you put the condom on.”

He barked a laugh, leaning down to kiss her because there was nothing else to do but taste that sweetness.

“You put it on then.”

“Okay.” She lost that laziness as she got to her knees and took the condom, ripping it open. Bending, she peered close as she slid it around the barbell and then down into place. “I told you already how hot that is, right? Probably a lot. But yeah. Wow.”

He traced the pad of his thumb over her lips and she sucked it into her mouth. His balls tightened against his body.

“Head down. Ass up.”

She nibbled on his thumb before letting go and doing as he’d said.

He paused to look his fill at all that beauty before him. Acres of beautiful skin, all her ink, the curve and sway of her body.

And the furls of her pussy bared to his gaze and attention. He moved close enough to grasp the base of his cock and tease through those wet folds until she made a demanding little sigh and thrust herself back at him.

This heart of a woman was it, as far as Asa was concerned. But nothing prepared him for the way it felt as he slowly pushed into her body and the heat and snugness of her pussy brought sweat beading across his forehead.

He groaned as her inner walls gripped him, and that was before she groaned like she’d never felt better in her life.

“Don’t make me do all the work.”

She didn’t say anything, but clearly she’d heard him because she pushed herself back against him, meeting his thrust.

Each time he slid all the way inside, she made a sound. A deliciously-on-the-verge-of-orgasm, oh-god-fuck-me-harder sound that shredded the very last bit of his control.

He pushed a little harder and the sound she made was deeper and she fluttered all around his cock.

“Tell me.”

“Fuck me harder.”

He sucked in a breath and began to fuck her harder, digging deep each time she pushed back that extra bit. He bent a little, bracing his weight on one hand as he reached around her body to find her clit with the other.

No protests that she couldn’t. Instead her inner muscles contracted around his cock the moment he made contact with his fingertips.

She added a little swivel each time she pushed back to meet him, so Asa let that be the strokes against her clit. She set the pace for that while he continued to fuck her, each stroke a little harder, a little deeper.

A breath separated him from orgasm, and when she cried out and gripped him tight, there was nothing but falling into climax right along with her as he stayed deep.

After what felt like a never-ending orgasm, he pulled out carefully, kissing her hip as he got out of bed to deal with the condom.

She’d gotten back into a T-shirt and her panties when he came back. “Now I’m really hungry. I have pie. I just remembered that. My mom made it.” She paused to kiss him as she walked back out into the main area of the apartment.

Okay then. He pulled his jeans on and headed out after her.