The sound of fabric tearing filled the hall, the dress gone in seconds, and I gasped as cooler air hit my sensitive skin. Heat drew bright banners over my cheeks as I stood there, feeling exposed in just my underwear. I was old school. Didn’t wear pantyhose even though all my girlfriends said it was more comfortable. Instead I wore stockings, the suspender belt matching my black satin bra and panties.
I didn’t smoke, or drink a lot, so nice lingerie, expensive lingerie, was my weakness. It made me feel good, even though it was usually hidden beneath my clothing. I knew it was there, and that was all that mattered.
Jared took a step back, his gaze racking over me as he dumped the rest of his shirt. I bit my lip as I watched the interplay of sleek muscles under satin skin. He had a hairy chest, more than I was used to, but I didn’t care. Seemed hairy men, wolf men…or one particular werewolf at least, had become my new definition of hotness.
“Fuck. Me.”
“Oh, I intend to.” My lips quirked as I pushed off from the wall, advancing on him, backing him up until his heels hit the first step. A hand in the centre of his chest, I pushed backward, forcing him to sit down, then crawled into his lap. The stairs weren’t the most comfortable of places but I was past caring.
I just wanted him.
Now.
“Perfect. You’re just f**king perfect.” His words were a moan as his hands smoothed over my hips, lifting me easily to settle me squarely over the erection tenting his pants.
I bit my lip again, the abused flesh smarting a little, and wriggled. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, pleasure drawing his features tight.
“I can smell your heat, your need. It’s driving me crazy,” he admitted as his eyes snapped open to watch me.
What could I say to that? Nothing.
Not trusting my voice I just nodded and wriggled again. A sinuous movement as I reached behind me and unsnapped my bra, holding it across my br**sts with one arm. I kept up the movement, rubbing my panty-clad p**sy over his hard length, teasing us both with the pressure and the thought that just a couple of layers of clothing were all that separated us from what we both wanted. What we both needed.
“You drive me crazy,” he groaned as he lay back and rolled his hips, holding mine so I ground down over him.
Fireworks joined the party in my veins, heating every cell until I was nothing more than a writhing mass of heat and need. One spark was all it would take, and I’d go up like a damn parade.
“I want…let me see?”
I opened my eyes to find him watching me with open lust on his face, his attention riveted to the arm across my br**sts. A smile curved my lips as I teased, arching an eyebrow and sliding the trapped satin a little lower. Low enough that the darkened ring of one areola showed above the black fabric. He growled when I stopped, fingers biting into my hips. I’d have bruises tomorrow but I didn’t care. I wanted the marks, wanted visual proof that he’d claimed me in the most basic way possible.
“More?”
The question didn’t need answering, even though he nodded. I was already moving, pulling the garment away to let the girls spring free.
He cursed, hands sliding up my ribcage as he looked his fill. A shiver washed over my skin as his gaze lingered, as though he’d physically touched me.
An invitation he wasn’t slow to take up. His rock-hard abs bunched, giving me a great show as he sat upright. Strong arms wrapped around me, the fingers of one big hand around and supporting my ribcage as he buried his face between my br**sts. The rasp of his stubble brushed against the delicate skin, tearing a gasp from me as he nuzzled and breathed in deeply.
One hand slid up again, tangling in my hair as he brushed his cheek across my breast. I groaned as he found my nipple, engulfing it in the wet heat of his mouth. Starbursts exploded behind my eyes as he sucked. Flicked the tight bud with his tongue. Nipped and licked until I was squirming on his lap in desperation.
“Jared, more. Now.”
I dug my fingers into his broad shoulders to try and drag him up. I couldn’t take anymore, the coiled tension in my body so tight I knew I was about to snap.
“You want more?” He lifted his head, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Then more you’ll get.”
In a heartbeat I was airborne. I squealed, clutching at his shoulders as he stood and turned, easily lifting me to plant my ass on the step he’d been sitting on. A hard knee parted my thighs and then he was there, easing himself over me, hot, hard body mere inches from mine. The stairs had never struck me as the ideal place for seduction, but none of that mattered as he braced himself, hands on the step either side of my head. The muscles in his arms tensed as he leaned down, lips whispering over mine in a barely-there kiss.
“The underwear… I’ll get you more,” he promised as he moved, lowering himself down my body. I frowned, belatedly making sense of the words but it was too late. The sound of fabric tearing filled the air. I gasped as my panties were whisked away, leaving me clad just in my stockings, suspenders and heels.
Jared sat back, satisfaction on his face as he looked me over. Self-consciousness was a late comer to the scene, heating my cheeks as I tried to shut my legs, aware that I was spread out for his perusal. He stopped me, hard hands on my knees and a harder look in his eyes.
“No. Stay where you are.”
I swallowed. Just the words, the rough order, sent a shiver down my spine again. I always did like a man to take charge in the bedroom, even if it was the only place he did have control. Pete had always gotten that the wrong way around, more fool him.
Holding eye contact, Jared leaned forward. His breath whispered over the skin of my inner thighs as he settled himself between them. He didn’t waste time kissing along my leg. Instead he went right in for the kill, blowing a cool breath over my exposed p**sy lips. My body clenched, releasing a fresh wave of liquid heat to coat my inner channel as he rumbled in satisfaction.
“You’re hot. Wet.”
Too f**king right I was wet. What did he expect after all this damn teasing? But the words remained still on my tongue, stolen away by a whimper as he leaned in further and swept his tongue along my p**sy.
I groaned as he went to town. Long licks to part the lips and clever little flicks over my clit. Teasing and tempting, he drove the tension in my body ever higher. The growls in the back of his throat grew louder, but I didn’t care. Not when he latched onto my cl*t and sucked at the same time, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me so intense that my eyes rolled back in my head.
Oh god, the man could eat p**sy better than he could dance.
My head dropped back with a thump onto a carpeted step. The hard edges dug into my back, but I didn’t care. Not when he swirled his tongue over my cl*t again then dragged it down. My breathing caught as he traced around my slit with his tongue. A warm, wet pressure that held my attention. With another rumble he palmed my ass, big hands spread over the globes to lift my hips. Without warning, his tongue stabbed deep, thrusting into my p**sy as though he were determined to taste every last drop of my arousal.
I writhed on the stairs, back arched sharply as he tongue f**ked me with a determination that was mind-blowing. Long, hot thrusts of his tongue into my needy p**sy before he pulled back to nibble on my cl*t and then start the cycle again. Hot and fast, slow and penetrating. I whimpered, reaching out to grab the rails. Needing something, anything, to anchor me.
His hands moved, smoothing over my rounded ass, and long fingers dipped between the cheeks. I jumped, a startled exclamation on my lips as the blunt, broad tip of a finger brushed against my back entrance. A sound of surprise quickly swallowed up by another soul-deep moan as he chuckled and traced circles around my rosette.
He worked my body like a master musician, drawing pleasure from it like a complicated melody. I gasped and shuddered, the feeling too much and not enough all at the same time. The coiled knot of heat within me wound tighter, creaking under the pressure as the heat of his mouth on me, his hands, the soft touches there…all conspired against me.
“That’s it baby, just let go. I want to feel you come for me. Want to taste it,” he whispered, the words a rumble against my heated flesh before he took the hard nub of my cl*t between his lips and sucked. Hard.
There was a perfect moment of suspension before I came apart. Then lancing need transferred to earth-shattering pleasure in the space between one heartbeat and the next. I broke into a million pieces, each bouncing and tumbling, reflecting pleasure like beams of light from a shattered window pane. I gasped, shuddering as he grabbed my hips, burying his face between my thighs, mouth hot and urgent against my p**sy. The gasp became a groan as the feeling of his hot tongue pushing inside me drew the waves of ecstasy out.
He pulled away with a moan. “Damn, you taste so freaking good.”
I arched my back, arms above my head in a languorous stretch. Little waves of sensation still lapped through me, washing over my skin in a delicate dance. Fuck me. He was good. Better than good. If I’d known wolves were this good in the sack, I’d have seduced one when they’d come out of the closet years ago.
A belt snapped, followed by a zipper and the rustle of fabric as Jared shed his clothes faster than a teenage boy on his first date. I lifted up on my elbows and watched the show as his body was revealed for the first time. I’d known he was fit and muscular but there was a whole world of difference between knowing that from the way his clothes fit and actually seeing it.
He was…hell yeah.
I bit my lip as need washed through me again. A new, harder sensation that paid no never mind to the fact I’d just come harder than I had in years. Perhaps ever. Clothed he looked damn fine. Naked… I didn’t have the words.
He stood in my hall totally nude, not at all embarrassed as my gaze wandered over every muscled inch of him. Toned, totally lickable muscles under satin skin peppered with dark hair. My gaze wandered down toned abs, following the narrow line of hair…then stopped abruptly.
“Fuck. Me.” I blinked, then turned my head sideways. “Are you sure you’re not a were-donkey?”
“Babe, you so get extra points for that one.”
He grinned, flipped open the wallet in his hand and extracted a small foil packet. The wallet hit the floor as he ripped the package open, smoothing the condom over his rigid length with a practised gesture. Heat and jealousy wrapped around each other. Heat that he was hot, hard and oooh so ready for action…and jealousy that he’d done this enough to get the rubber on in a hot second.
He looked up, caught me looking at him and smiled his crooked, sexy little smile. Just like that, I was done for.
A large hand hit the step by my head, the corded muscles in his forearm just teasing me to lick and trace them with my tongue. Before I got the chance, he was there, nudging my thighs wider apart to settle between them. Dipping his knee, he reached between us, big hand wrapping around his c*ck as he positioned himself.
I bit my lip, holding my breath in anticipation. Waiting for it. Desperate for it. A moan whispered from my lips as he slid the thick head against me, sliding it along my lower lips and wetting the tip. Then he stopped, the crown settling against my hole. I wiggled, hooking my legs around him to get him to hurry the hell up. I needed c*ck and I needed it now. Right now. My thoughts were dominated by how good it would feel to have that thick length penetrating me, sliding deep inside to stroke all the lovely little nerve endings that had been neglected for far too long.