Текст книги "Tempting Whispers"
Автор книги: T. A. Grey
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Chapter 11
A stirring of air. The slight compression of a foot on a wood floor. Something woke her up. Vanessa sat up, her back kissing the headboard as her eyes scanned the dark room around her. A figure stood then came for her. A scream erupted in her throat, then choked to a stop as the lamp next her was flicked on.
Her breaths came out in pants. “Brayden.”
The bed dipped as his strong body sat next to her. “Expecting someone else?”
“Hell, no,” she said quickly. “What time is it? Why’d you wake me?”
He looked away, the lamp lighting the half of his profile facing her. Crinkles formed around his eyes and his grim mouth casted his whole visage into a dark countenance.
“I thought you might want to take a shower before we head out.”
An excited flutter shot from between her legs to her chest like a butterfly. His deep voice coupled with the dark atmosphere in the room reminded her that she was on a bed and Brayden was sitting right next to her. What if he kissed her now or she kissed him? Would he come down with her on the bed and show her what other pleasure he was capable of evoking inside her?
“Head out where?” she asked, her voice a croak.
His gaze met hers, and damn if she couldn’t read the look in his eyes. “Don’t worry about that. I packed your things. Take a shower, then we’ll leave.”
He stood and her hand reached out to catch his wrist. His gaze came back to her, something darker in his eyes...or maybe that was just how the light played with his eyes now that he didn’t sit with the lamp near him.
She could have asked so many things. She could have asked about the time or insist he explain where they were going, but none of that mattered to her. All that mattered to her right then was the incredible energy wavering between them, that felt so taut and hard it’d take a chainsaw to break the tether.
So instead of asking any of those things, she tilted her chin up and asked what she really wanted to. “Will you come with me?”
He didn’t say anything for a moment, then he shook his head. “I better not. Meet me downstairs when you’re done.”
He left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Vanessa tore the comfort off her and stormed to the shower. “What an asshole.” She flung her clothes off her with agitated movements. How could he be hot one second then distant the next? He was the one who said what they’d done before had changed everything. As she stepped under the spray and did her business, her mind scoured through their previous altercations. Had he changed his mind? Did he just not what her anymore?
Hell, what did it matter? What about what she wanted. She wanted a lot, and all of it involved her and Brayden naked with him buried so deep inside of her she couldn’t remember her own name. She wanted to feel that same white-hot, intense explosion of pleasure he’d given her before while he was pumping his fingers inside her.
“Whoa, get a hold of yourself, honey,” she muttered.
Too late; she couldn’t undo the mental reliving of what they’d shared in his kitchen. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to push the images away, but instead, her breasts grew heavy and her sex wet and empty feeling.
“Damn you, Brayden.”
She shut off the shower with her elbow, then grabbed a towel hanging from the rack. Even while mad at him, she couldn’t help but feel a wisp of pleasure that she was probably using his towel. She entered the bedroom, found it empty, and her shoulders sagged. So maybe she’d hoped he’d be naked and lying on the bed waiting for her. But, nope. No way was she going to put her dirty clothes back on, so she walked barefoot with a towel wrapped around at the tops of her breasts to her room. Inside the drawers, she found he hadn’t packed everything. In fact, the only clothes he’d left were skirts, dresses, and a few of her more sexy tops she’d bought. A smile curled her lips at the thought of her flustering the big, bad Brayden. That had to be it, had to be why he’d purposely not packed these clothes.
With a soft laugh, she pulled on a blue-jean mini-skirt and a brown top that bared her shoulders and much of her breasts. This kind of shirt actually made her glad she had small breasts because it meant she didn’t have to wear a bra. The vee of the shirt fell way low to the bottom of her breasts and two strings tied in the middle to sort of ‘hold it all together’. She ran her fingers through her wet hair then checked herself out in the bathroom mirror.
The skirt showed off her legs and the shirt her arms and tits. Good, she hoped he’d drool, because she was wearing this on their little trip tonight. It’s the least he deserved for being a cock tease. A grin split her lips at the thought. Still barefoot, she treaded downstairs and peered into the kitchen and dining room. Empty. Heading right, she found him sitting on the leather couch. His gaze moved to her and she stopped at the doorframe to lean against it, hooking her ankle over the other and resting a hand at her hip.
“All ready,” she announced.
She wished he didn’t sit in the dark. She could barely make out his eyes. She found it difficult enough to read his expression when she could see his eyes, much less when she couldn’t. Goosebumps popped up over her arms then traveled down her legs making her shiver. Had his gaze just traveled over her?
“You shouldn’t wear that.” His deep voice was made for wooing women over the radio or speaking naughty things into a woman’s ears, things that’d make her drop her panties in a second. Vanessa knew she would.
So her clothes did bother him. She couldn’t help but smile. “Why not? It’s all I had left up there. I wasn’t about to shiver my way down here and go through the bag you packed me for a pair of jeans, ya know.”
“Come here.”
Her smile faltered as nerves jumped in her stomach. “What?” Maybe it was the way he’d said it, like an order she must obey, but she suddenly felt naked in front of him.
“Don't make me say it again, Vanessa.” It couldn’t just be her ears, because his voice had lowered like a threat...or a growl.
Even as her mind reeled to understand what was happening or about to happen, her feet slapped softly against the bare wood floor as she crossed to him. His figure became clearer, and once she made it a few feet away from him, she could make out his eyes. The look in them stopped her dead in her tracks, made her heart pound and she wasn’t even sure why. She felt the urge to run hard and fast even knowing he’d catch her—or especially knowing he’d catch her.
His eyes smoldered penetrating heat. Her barely-there clothing suddenly was very fitting as a bead of sweat formed at the base of her neck.
“Come closer.” His deep voice rolled over her like a crushing wave, forcing her to move with the wave and closer to him. He sat with his knees bent, legs slightly apart, arms loose on his thighs, but as she stepped that little bit closer, his hand moved wicked fast. He snatched her by the wrist then tugged her forward.
Breathless, she stumbled until she stood between his legs. Then she wasn’t breathless anymore. Her breaths came soft and fast from her parted lips as his gaze traveled down to the valley of her breasts. He saw the tie there and she could almost see the calculating look in them figuring out how best to open it and bare a tit. Then his gaze traveled lower, over her stomach muscles sucked in at his gaze, then down to her bare legs and all the way to her toes. Even those curled under his gaze.
“What?” she asked on an airy breath.
His eyes trained on hers and she had to lock her arms straight to keep from fidgeting. There was so much passion in his eyes, so much heat, and all of it was trained on her. “You shouldn’t have worn that, Vanessa.”
“Why?” she whispered. A tremble started in her knees and she could only hope he didn’t notice. She didn’t want to look like she didn’t know what she was doing, that she wasn’t experienced, even if it was true.
“Come here.”
Sure, he’d completely ignored her question, but she really didn’t care. Not when he looked at her like that. Like it took every ounce of control inside him not to reach for her, not to slam their bodies together and rush to ecstasy. Like she was something special, the only woman who could make him feel like this.
At that look, she didn’t feel like the inexperienced, never-experienced-an-orgasm-during-sex girl that she was. No, she felt powerful, in charge, like Aphrodite or Helen of Troy. With a flick of her finger, she could make any man bow to her.
So, she didn’t ‘come here’. Instead, she reached up and tugged on the lace of her top that was keeping her breasts from being completely bared, and tugged. His gaze swung to her breasts, then he moved so fast she never saw it coming. One second, she was standing in front of him, and the next, she was in his lap, legs spread on either side of his, his face plastered against her chest.
Her breath caught, pulse pounded a rapid beat. His tongue licked across her breast in a hungry swipe then wrapped around her nipple, tugging her sensitive flesh into the heated recess of his mouth. Arms banded around her, lips tugged and worked delicious, erotic movements on her breast and his hands seemed to move all over. His touch reached everywhere—in her hair, at her neck to massage for a moment, then down the span of her back to her hips where his thumbs dug into the muscle by her hipbones. Warmth gushed from her. She cried out and wrapped her arms around him.
He smelled wonderful, fresh, and masculine, like a real man. She held him to her breast as he flicked her nipple and tugged it with lips and teeth. Every touch, every flick tightened something deep and hot inside her, building it bigger and bigger until her hips couldn’t keep still and she writhed above him, seeking. She was wet and needy, her sex tickling to be touched.
Then, Brayden pulled back to slam his mouth on hers with a growl that made her shiver. His hands settled on her bare thighs then moved up, encasing her in their strength and heat. His fingers enclosed over her bare ass and squeezed, eliciting a moan from her and a dark sound from his chest. God, it all just felt so good. But she needed more and now.
Apparently, he was right there with her, because he pushed her back then tugged hard on her top. Her breasts spilled free and his hands came up to grab them. Her head fell back on a moan. He didn’t just grab, he created magic with his hands, rubbing and squeezing her until she couldn’t breathe normal, might not ever breathe normal again.
“Take me out,” his deep, deep voice commanded.
It took some effort, but she straightened to look at him. It took even more strength to keep her eyes open. “What?” His fingers caught her nipples and pinched. Her eyes fluttered closed on another moan.
“Damn, you have great tits.” Then his mouth covered her again. But his sucking ministrations didn’t last nearly so long. He pulled back way too early, buried his forehead between the valley of her breasts. “Fucking pull me out. I need to be in you.”
“What?” Comprehension slowly dawned. “Oooh.” Her hands reached between them, then she cursed as she found a belt. Who the fuck wore a belt nowadays. She couldn’t move fast enough. She was panting hard when she finally opened his belt, then undid the button at his slacks and tugged down the zipper. All the time, his hands never stayed still. He squeezed a breast, massaged her bare ass cheek in a big hand and kissed his way up to her neck. Wow, that felt nice. Her head fell to the side as his teeth sank into the meat of her neck. A hot burst exploded inside her, making her shiver hard. Then, she reached inside his slacks and found him.
Skin so hot he seemed to burn her hand, and hard; so hard, that when she squeezed him in her fist it grew harder, hotter. His lips trailed up then his tongue took her mouth, thrusting and spinning her in a world of only pleasure, tastes, and touch. She pulled his cock all the way out and trailed her hand up and down his length. Her eyes squeezed tight and as she kissed him back, with the feel of his hands all over her body; she mesmerized him. Mesmerized the way her fingers couldn’t close around him, how he seemed to go up and up forever. How the tip of him was wet from excitement; so wet, her core flooded in response. She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to feel. Had to know.
With a hard push, she shoved him at the shoulders. He moved back, his eyes wide with surprise. But she followed him down as his back sank into the leather cushion and then she settled her hips over him and pushed her sex against him. His length pushed down against his slacks as she rubbed up his hard cock, wetting him and shivering as he bumped and touched places that made her never want to stop, never want to come up from this moment again. But then she tilted up and he bumped her entrance. For a moment she froze, expecting him to just slam in, and a little unsure if she’d like it or not.
But he didn’t, and she sighed back into their wet, wild kiss again, tongues dueling and thrusting. She settled down over him, letting the tip of him sink into her. She had to pull her mouth away. Her head had to fall back as she just felt all the riotous sensations blazing through her body. She clasped his shoulders and held on, the tremble in her knees becoming worse as she held herself poised. His right hand seemed glued to her ass and she loved, loved the way he stroked and kneaded it, like he couldn’t get enough. She was about to slowly sink down on him, when his gravelly voice stopped her.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
She moaned and started to sink. He had to fill her, had to or she’d died, she just knew it. The hand on her ass tightened, keeping her from plummeting further. Her head shook side to side as she fought him for it. She pushed down hard, but his single hand, the single strength from his arm kept her at bay, like she was baby.
With a growl of her own, she flung her head up and leveled her eyes on him, sure they were close to spitting fire. “What?”
His free hand cradled her jaw, his thumb swiping over her lips. His eyelids were hooded, dark and sexy with passion. She whimpered. “This changes everything.”
“I-I thought it was already changed.”
“This finalizes it. Understand?”
Either she moved or he’d just thrust the barest inside her, because a moan bubbled out from her making her nails curl into his muscles. God, she wished his shirt was off; she wanted to feel that hot bare skin under her hands.
“No, I don’t know, maybe. Yes! Whatever the answer is!” Her legs wouldn’t stop shaking. She trembled on a fine line, so close to what she needed. If only he’d stop talking and let her finish this! She squeezed her eyes shut to focus on the intense throbbing inside her.
“You stopped looking at me, Vanessa. Look at me.”
It took some effort, but she forced her eyes back open. “What do you want from me?”
His hand curled around her head, brought her closer. “Everything.”
That was all? “Fine, fine, you got it. I promise!”
His eyes closed and a look close to pleasure filled his face. He leaned back as his hand left her jaw, cupped her neck in a touch the made her heart hammer wildly, then he slowly trailed it down her chest to cup a breast again. She hesitated a moment, but then pressure built at her nipple as he pinched it, gathering all sorts of hot pleasure in that one little spot.
“Aah!” she cried out. She needed the pleasure to release somehow, someway, so she sank slowly down his swollen cock in a wet glide. He filled her, then filled her more, and it kept going until he bumped some spot in her she’d never felt. “Oh, fucking God, in hell, this is amazing!”
She couldn’t keep the words from coming. She had no idea what was even leaving her mouth. She just knew that he spread her wide and filled her deep like nothing before, and she couldn’t stop moving. Not that she wanted to. No, she buried her lips at his neck, sucking on the hot flesh there as she rocked up and down the hard shaft inside her.
“Oooh, God!”
How did it feel so good? How did it make her shiver and everything inside her pull tight, hard, and hot? How could people not want to do this all the time?
She started bouncing on him, feeling the drag of her flesh over him, the hard spearing sensation as he was thrust into her. His hands caressed her ass, his touch almost reverent, almost possessive as she rode him harder, faster. She speared him through her quivering wetness again and again. His breathing grew louder, harsher and something great was about to happen, because she was right there with him.
She tried to keep her mouth sealed to his neck, but then she had no outlet to release the steam building up inside her. So she just squeezed her arms tight around him and rode and rode as cries and sounds she’d never made before came from her. Her entire body flushed hot, like the sun beat down on her, sweat dampening her skin, and she didn’t care, because he whispered to her, because his touch urged her on. Because he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
The bubble of pleasure expanded deep inside her each time he filled her, every movement she made to move faster. Then, something amazing happened.
Brayden shouted a hoarse, growling cry. His arms wrapped around her waist squeezing tight, nearly strangling the air from her, and then he thrust up into her and a hot gush of liquid filled her. She moaned with him, her hips writhing with need. His choppy breathing pushed her hair off her shoulder. A flood of liquid escaped her sex. His pleasure. A part of her wanted to laugh giddily, to kiss him madly, but one pervading need toppled all those. That need kept her at the top of a precipice, trembling eagerly for the little push she stilled needed to jump.
She did a tentative wiggle and still found him hard and lodged deep inside her. His breathing came under control and she rubbed her cheek across his until their lips met. Then she got busy kissing him as her hips wiggled. A little push forward, a little push back. Her breath caught. The sensitive bundle of nerves rubbed against his pants, teasing her, sending electric jolts through her body. She moved faster over him.
Then tore her mouth away. “Oh God, I can’t breathe.” She couldn’t. She could only pant like some kind of dog. But as she worked faster, his hard cock still planted firmly inside her, his release mixing with hers, the erotic sensations bloomed hard and fast. One second she was humping him, urging her body to feel the same release he did, then the next, her head shot back and a scream unlike anything she’d ever made came from her own throat.
Her entire body seized up, then quaked. Hot liquid burst inside her. Her skin seemed to explode from her and then come back in a sweeping glide. She held on to him for dear life.
After it was over, she felt completely depleted, like she could sleep for a whole day, maybe longer. A goofy grin covered her face and she couldn’t make it go away.
“Ah, fuck,” he cursed.
That sound broke through her dream-like reverie. Her eyes opened as she sensed movement. Then her back hit the bottom of the couch and Brayden lay atop her. The look on his face is one she’d never forget—utterly lost to passion, uncontrollable. He maneuvered her below him without slipping his cock from her. And once he had her there, his mouth slanted over hers and his hips worked hard and fast.
Oh, God. No way! The pleasure built up again. His big body caged her in making her belly tighten in a gleeful way. He took her hard, his hips working doubletime. How could the man even have stamina left? The question was fleeting as he reached between them. A finger stroked across her sensitive bud and everything tensed. She swore even her hair straightened.
Her sex felt so tight around him, even with all the wetness surrounding him. Her legs flexed then clamped around his thighs, threading them together. Still, he kissed her. It went on and on, his tongue thrusting in time to his cock. She moaned around him as he wiggled his finger faster. Then her breath caught and a strangled cry came somewhere from deep within her chest.
He pulled away from the kiss just in time for her to let the growling sound out. Her arms banded around him and then her body shook. Deep pleasure, white-hot, exploded inside her. She came around him in a quivering, panting, shouting mess, but he was right there with her. His arm caged her in, his lips found her neck, his hot breath blowing hard across her sweat-slicked skin, and then he thrust hard. He barely made it six more thrusts before he jabbed deep and held himself there. His arm shook next to her. Hot liquid gushed inside her and she wiggled against him. The fact that she, a young nobody with nothing really going for her, did that to him made her smile.
He pulled out slowly, then half-collapsed on top of her. He kept most of his weight on his arms and legs, but she felt the tremble in them transfer to the couch.
She knew her smile was lazy as she looked up at him. “Wow.”
His chest jerked, as if he laughed, but no sound came. Then his eyes turned serious. A chill seemed to breeze through the room though no windows were open. She suddenly wanted to cover up and put her clothes on, wipe away the reminder between her legs.
“I take promises very seriously.”
The chill left just as quickly. “Okay.” She blinked. He blinked. Then he lowered his head and kissed her softly, gently, just lips and no tongue. He moved them around until he had her curled up against him. His arm wrapped across her waist, his hand flat on her stomach. His heat and scent enveloped her. She liked it so much her heart seemed to expand in her chest, growing bigger than she could take.
After a while, when her body had cooled and breathing became normal she asked, “Aren’t we leaving tonight?”
“Fuck if I’m going anywhere after that.” His voice sounded deep and husky, like he’d been half-asleep.
She laughed and smiled until her cheeks hurt, then fell asleep in his arms.
