Crystal Jordan - If You Believe

“Well, this is going to be interesting.” He grinned, challenge sparking in his gaze. “Finish your dinner.” Because she didn’t have a clue what else to say to him, she did as he said. They finished their meal in silence, her insides churning so much that she just picked at her food. The waitress dropped off the check, he plopped down a few bills to cover the tab and stood. It left her eye-level with his groin, and she got a good enough look to tell her he hadn’t been lying about the erection. Her mouth watered needing a taste. She hadn’t sucked him last night, and she wanted to. He folded her hand in his and tugged her to her feet and out the door. “Come on. I’ll walk you home.”

Three weeks later, she still hadn’t convinced him that more sex was a good idea. No, a great idea. The man drove her up the wall, and she loved every minute of it. Damn him. She liked him more every moment she spent with him. He was everything she’d thought he was that first day—strong, steady, dependable—and a hell of a lot more. He made her laugh, he made her want, he made her crazy. That didn’t mean she was going to roll over and marry him because he said so. She still didn’t believe she was cut out for marriage, but she’d certainly like to roll over and do a lot of other things with him.

He’d dragged her out on a lot of non-dates—because he insisted they weren’t dating—and, on the fifth one, she’d talked him inside her apartment. In under thirty seconds, he’d had her pressed up against her living room wall, his tongue in her mouth and his hand up her skirt, stroking her through her soaking panties.

“I want you.”

“I want you too, sugar.”

And he still wouldn’t give in. The man had a will of absolute steel. It was unfair. She growled low in her throat.

“Fine,” she spat. “I guess you’re right that we’re… in a relationship.”

“Not good enough, sugar.” A smile kicked up one side of his mouth, and he shook his head down at her. “You know what it’ll take to—”

Her jaw clenched, and she tried to jerk away from him. “Since we’re not doing anything else tonight, you can see your way out.”

He chuckled. “Oh, but that was very good, Aubrey. Definite progress. I think you deserve a reward.”

“Wh—what do you mean by reward?” Wariness and hope twisted inside her. God, she was so hard up she couldn’t take much more. And neither could her vibrator. If she spent another night working herself over with it, it was going to give up the ghost.

His big hands cupped her hips as he sank to his knees. He slipped his fingers under her skirt and hooked into the top of her panties. His green gaze, hard with lust, never left hers as he slid the silk down to her ankles. “Step out of them.”

She lifted her feet one at a time to let him pull them all the way off. He grinned and tucked them in his pocket. “I never did get my souvenir.”

“You can have my whole underwear drawer if you fuck—” Her mind shut down when his fingers thrust deep into her pussy. Oh. Holy. God.

His free hand slid up her thigh. She loved his touch on her skin, the slight calluses on his finger rasped over her sensitive flesh. It was amazing. Her skirt bunched around her thighs when he pulled her leg up and over his broad shoulder, opening her wide. His lips brushed the inside of her knee. She whimpered, heat whipping through her body.

Her pussy was so slick, she could feel the excess moisture slip down her legs.

He licked a path up the inside of her thigh, catching the beads of wetness with his hot tongue. She moaned, clenching her fingers in his hair. Anticipation made her muscles shake, and her heartbeat thundered in her ears until she couldn’t hear anything else.

God, she’d waited so long for this, wanted it so badly.

His tongue dipped into her pussy, flicking over the wet labia. She choked when he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard. His fingers moved inside her, stroking fast and deep. Heat roared through her, tingles racing over her flesh in waves. Her pussy clenched around his thrusting digits, and she closed her eyes to feel her body tighten. She was close.

Hooking his fingers in her sex, he hit her in just the right spot to make her scream his name. He bit at her pulsing clit, and it was enough, more than enough, to shove her over into orgasm. Her pussy flexed, and her hips slapped against the wall as she arched toward the wicked talent of his mouth and fingers. She threw her head back and choked on a harsh sob. Oh, God. The muscles of her thighs jerked, and her breath bellowed out in rough pants. She shuddered over and over as the orgasm kept going.

When it finally ended, she collapsed in his arms, and he hugged her close to his broad chest. She straddled his lap, and she could feel the hot press of his cock between her legs. He was hard for her, and she wanted him so much. His tongue hadn’t been enough. She wanted more. She shivered as she remembered what it felt like to have his dick push into her sex. Yes. She needed that.

She planted a hand on his chest, pushing him flat. Moving her hand down his torso, she cupped his cock through his jeans. His hands locked around her wrists, stilling her movements. “Aubrey.”

Licking her lips, she gave him a grin she hoped would make him think of nothing but sex. Just the way she was. “It’s not sex. It’s a reward.”

“Shit.” He threw his arm over his eyes.

Flicking the tab on his jeans, she jerked the zipper open. No underwear, as usual. His heavy cock slipped free into her hand. He groaned when she touched him, stroked him. She wriggled down his hard body until she could lick the underside of his dick from base to tip. “Look at me. I want you to watch me.”

His arm dropped away until he could meet her gaze. The emerald fire that burned in his eyes made her nipples harden, made her pussy flash hot and wet again. She had to squeeze her thighs together for a moment to contain a harsh throb of want. “Aubrey, I—”

She grinned and sucked the length of him into her mouth. His fingers fisted in her hair, tugging on the long strands.

The slight pain made her scalp throb, but it shot sensations straight to her pussy. She loved sucking cock, it was the headiest power trip she’d ever experienced. But with Price, it was something more. It wasn’t just the power of having him at her mercy, she was so turned on her pussy contracted with every thrust of his cock into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed with every hard pull on his dick. Her own wetness increased when she tasted the pre-cum that beaded from the plum-shaped head. She moaned on his cock, fire building higher and higher in her pussy until she couldn’t bear it. His fingers clenched tighter in her hair, using his grip for leverage as his hips arched. She worked her hands and mouth up and down his hard cock, sucking him deep until he touched the back of her throat. He groaned, his hips lifted and he froze. His come jetted into her throat, and her pussy flexed on nothing as she came with him. She whimpered as they shuddered together, fire and ice streaking over her skin. Her eyes closed tight and tears leaked down her cheeks. Jesus, it had never been that intense for her before. She swallowed and pulled back to curl on to her side away from him. What the hell had just happened?

She clamped a hand over her mouth to hold back a sob. Emotion she couldn’t even begin to handle rolled through her. Price’s hand closed over her shoulder, but she resisted. “Please go away.”

“Aubrey—sugar—did I hurt you? What’s wrong?” An edge of panic rasped in his voice.

Curling deeper into herself, she tried to shut him out. “No, I’m fine.”

“Like hell.” He pushed his arm under her and rolled her to face him. She buried her face in his shoulder and cried in earnest, sobs shaking her whole body. He didn’t demand to know what was wrong, didn’t get pissed when she kept crying. No, he cradled her to his chest like she was the most precious thing in his life. It made her sob harder, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight.

She didn’t even know why she was crying. If he’d asked, she couldn’t have told him. It was everything, and nothing, and… she couldn’t even begin to describe this huge ball of emotion that ballooned in her chest when he was near.

Taking it all in was more than she could deal with. Her sobs slowed, but tears still leaked from the corners of her eyes. Her chest hitched with every breath, and she pulled out of it enough to notice he’d settled her on his lap and was crooning to her the way he would a terrified child. It wasn’t even words, but it comforted her and she relaxed by degrees until she curled limply against him. She swiped the back of her hand over her cheeks. “I, um, I’m sorry. I don’t norm—”

“Shh.” He rested his chin on the top of her head, his hand stroking up and down her back. It made her eyes well with tears again, and she blinked fast to hold them back. What was wrong with her? This wasn’t normal. Nothing like this had ever happened to her, not even with Scott. And she’d been head over heels for him. But look how well that ended. God, she was so confused. Price brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. A shiver ran down her spine.

She thought she’d react to the man if she was on death’s doorstep. It was madness.

His hand continued rubbing her back in soothing circles. “Are you all right, sugar?”

She swallowed and nodded, too hollowed out by the firestorm of emotion she’d just spent to care that he’d seen her sob like a baby. She moved to rise, but he held her to him, shifting her in his arms so he could stand. He walked down the hall until he found her bedroom and laid her on the soft sheets. With quick efficiency, he stripped her and then stepped back. She closed her eyes so she didn’t have to watch him walk away like she had almost every night for the last three weeks. She couldn’t do it, not tonight.