Susan Andersen - Coming Undone

Then she went limp, her beautiful rump hitting the spread, her legs sprawling akimbo and her arms flopping heavily to her sides. With a final lingering pass up the creamy furrow of her sex, he slid his hand up to stroke her stomach. "You still breathing?"

A faint sigh was his only response.

"O-kay." Propping his head in his hand, he looked down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her pretty bottom lip had gone slack and her eyes were closed. Her breasts were bare but her skirt still covered her to midthigh. White lace panties pooled around her right ankle, and he vaguely remembered her thrusting them down to give his hand more room to maneuver.

It occurred to him he hadn't gotten to view what he'd been touching. He was just starting to contemplate inching up her skirt and seeing what sort of damage he could do with his tongue when she crawled up out of her indolent sprawl. Climbing onto her knees, she gave his unsupported shoulder a shove and knocked him onto his back. She swung a leg over his hips and settled astride him, for an instant simply sitting squarely on his dick.

He stared spellbound up at her bare breasts, pleasure firing every atom of his being. Showcased by the red cotton hug-her-ribs smocking and the now drooping top she'd slid her arms from, they were all subtle curves and projectile nipples. Tearing his gaze away, he looked past them into Peej's determined amber eyes.

"You've got too many clothes on," she said and pointed to his shirt. "Take it off."

He unbuttoned his shirt down to where the skirt of her dress billowed over his lap. She looked down the length of her nose at him and daintily grasped two fistfuls of fabric to raise it out of his way. He unfastened the last button and pulled the tails from his waistband. Crunching up, he shrugged it off his shoulders, wrestled it down his arms and shook it free. He lowered himself back on the bed.

Her hands immediately smoothed over his bare pecs and, electrified by her touch, he looked up. P.J. was watching her fingers slide over him.

"You've got a gorgeous chest," she said dreamily without lifting her gaze from her hands, which she used to outline his collarbone before trailing along the bony ridges of his shoulders. "Great shoulders."

Then she scooted down his body to trace her fingers along each muscle of his stomach. "Reallygreat abs." Lying flat between his spread legs, she bent her head and kissed his stomach while her hands unbuckled his belt and dealt with the button on his waistband.

He jerked, his hands reaching for the silky fall of her hair. "P.J."

"It's okay," she whispered and lowered the zipper on his jeans.

No, it wasn't. He had to get control here or things were going to go to hell. Fast. "I'm kind of on edge, baby." And her breath on his fly threatened to shove him right into the abyss.

"Excellent." Her hand disappeared into his pants and his hips shot off the mattress when he felt her fingers clamp around his cock.

"Holy shit! Holy fucking sh-" Air hissed through his clenched teeth. He had to take charge here quick.

But God, it felt so good and he wanted so bad to see her hand on him.

A wish that was granted when she took advantage of his raised hips to yank his Levi's down around his thighs. His dick sprang free to point at the ceiling and she promptly wrapped it once again in her competent little fist.

Looking down, he saw its head push through her grip as she began a stroke that ended at the very root of his shaft. Oh, God, oh, God. He had to get a handle on this before he embarrassed himself. He was a glacier peak, he told himself, impregnable and remote.

Yeah, right.

He was fucking Mount Vesuvius. Ready to blow.

"I'm not going to last," he admitted as his hips instigated a rhythm that pushed him in and out of the snug tunnel her palm and fingers formed. He fumbled for his wallet in his sagging back pocket and, wrestling it free, fished out his lone rubber. She thrust out a peremptory palm and he slapped the condom in it.

The minute she had him suited up and her dress removed and sent sailing over the side of the bed, he grasped her nearest thigh and urged her to straddle him. He held her full, firm ass in both hands while she slowly impaled herself.

The feel of her wet, muscular heat slowly parting to accommodate his length and the sight of him disappearing inside her had him sucking for breath. She lowered herself in careful increments and he had to grit his teeth against the urge to slam her down with one powerful jerk of his hands and thrust of his hips. "Aw, Jesus, Peej. You're killing me." The control he took such pride in was hanging by a thread, and to distract himself he released her butt and raised his hands to toy with her nipples.

A wordless exclamation exploded out of her and she dropped the last couple of inches, seating him fully inside her. "Oh!" She blinked startled eyes at him.

"Yes,"he said fervently and ground up into her.

"Oh," she said again, only this time it was with a duel syllable, ohmigawd-this-feels-so-goodrising inflection. Bracing her hands behind her, utilizing the power of her strong runner's thighs, she rose up his length then sank back down. Rose up and sank back down.

And oh, God, he was too close. Close to losing his mind. Close to coming like a fire hose.Have to see to Peej's needs first, his last remaining brain cells insisted even as he thrust up into each descending slam of her hips.Gotta get her over. Still determinedly manipulating her right breast, he brought his right hand down to delve between the wet folds that rose from where she engulfed him. He ran his thumb up and down the slippery cleft before zeroing in on her clitoris.That he plucked in concert to the firm tugs on her nipple and the rhythmic slaps of their bodies meeting and retreating.

"Jared?" Passion-blurred eyes stared down at him and he felt the beginning ripples of her orgasm gathering force. "Oh, God,Jared? "

Thankyouthankyouthankyou."That's it, baby," he panted. "Come for me." He gentled his touch between her legs, firmly gripped the pink spike of her nipple. "Please, Peej, I need you to come, because I don't think I can hold out any long-"

His breath exploded from his lungs as she contracted around him, a beautiful furnace-hot wet-velvet clenching fist that emptied his mind and shattered his control. The last thing he saw was P.J. clutching her breasts and throwing back her head, a hoarse moan purling from her throat. Then his eyes blurred and he was a fucking machine driving for his own satisfaction. He pounded, pounded, pounded up into her. Then, shoving deep and holding there, he roared out her name and came.

And came. In jet after jet of scalding sensation. Until, exhausted, he collapsed back onto the mattress.

Slowly his vision cleared and he stared up at her perched astride his hips like some wet-dream equestrian mastering the English saddle.

Then she melted atop him like a Dali watch, resting her head on his chest as she made subtle adjustments to find the optimum position. "That was amazing," she said in her raspy voice. "You really know your way around this sex stuff, don't you?"

He wrapped one arm around her waist and curved his free hand around the warm swell of her left buttock to hold her close, wanting to stay inside her as long as possible. "It helps to have the right partner," he replied, pressing a kiss on the top of her head. A contentment he'd never known radiated from his heart clear out to his fingers and his toes and he turned his cheek to rest against her shiny brown hair. "How'd you get to be so damn sweet?"

"Hmm?" she murmured. Then he felt her lips tilt up against his pectoral. "I told you, I'm a peach."

"I'm serious. You were dragged from pillar to post, didn't have a single advantage and never got a day's nurturing out of your old lady in your life. But not only are you a rising star in an impossible industry, youare a peach. You're funny and warm and kind. Your band loves you and I've heard more than one roadie say you're the nicest performer they've ever worked for. So how did you get to be such a sweetheart?"

She'd been wiggling around, but now she stilled. "Umm," she said nonchalantly. But an instant later, a warm drop slid across his pec and down the curve of his ribs to the sheet.

His heart slammed in his chest and his head jerked up, chin dipping to look down at her. "Are you crying?"

"Hell, no," she said gruffly, but another drop slid down his ribs.

"Ah, baby, don't do that. I'm sorry. Was it what I said about your mom? I didn't mean to upset you."

"No!" She rubbed her wet eyes against the swell of his chest then lifted her head to look up at him. "No, you didn't. That was one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me."

Aw, hell. Shewas sweet-giving and open and talented and an all-round better person than he.

And he had a feeling he was so screwed.

He didn't doubt for a moment that tomorrow he'd regret letting his guard down. Yes, sir, tomorrow he was going to have a stern talk with himself about professional ethics. Once again he would gather his defenses. Rebuild his walls.

But for today he merely tightened his arms around her.

NELL WAS JAZZED AS SHE headed down the tunnel to the arena, her clipboard in hand. No one had been around this afternoon to appreciate her Cinderellalike transformation but that was about to change. Primed to show off her new do and duds, she was through sitting in the tour bus all by her lonesome. She had work to do, people to see. Hell, she was mere moments away from a captive audience and she intended to capitalize on it.