Down and Dirty
Page 18He trailed his hand along the inside of her smooth thigh until he came close enough to feel the heat coming off her pussy. He traced her lips with his fingertips, pressing them into her wet warmth. She cried at the invasion, showing him with her body that she wanted more. He retracted, then thrust deep again, loving the feel of her, the taste of her. She thrust her hips up, grinding against his face as he increased the pressure of his mouth, sucking, licking, pulling. She froze and inner tremors racked her, squeezing him. He steeled himself for the onslaught, hoping he could keep himself from coming on the cushions like a teenager. Then she splintered under his hands, spasms taking her as she cried out his name.
Her moisture soaked his fingers. Her heat filled his mouth. Her screams filled his ears. He closed his eyes as her pussy clenched tight, tried not to imagine that it was his cock. Tried to hold it together for just a minute more.
The spasms quieted and she stilled, fighting for breath. He pushed himself onto all fours and crawled up the length of her body until they were face to face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes shone.
“Nice.”
He gave her a pained smile. “That’s the understatement of the year.” He nudged forward an inch, then two, until he could feel her slick folds. “We need a condom,” he groaned, then tried to pull back.
She shook her head. “Not unless you want to. I’m on the Pill, and…it’s you. It’s…us.”
Just like in his dreams. He pressed forward and she guided him in deep, taking his length with a shuddering sigh. He pulled back, then began the heavenly slide back in. He gritted his teeth against the sensual friction, struggling for control.
Cat reached back, snaking her hands down his back to cover his ass, then pulled him into her until he was buried to the hilt. They began to rock as one, slow and steady. He tipped his head to take a tight nipple into his mouth, and nearly exploded as her slick inner walls squeezed him in response. He matched her rhythm with long, slow, deep strokes. They moved faster, and he bent his head to lick and suck her nipple, plunging into her again and again.
“Ah, Shane!” She tightened around him like a fist, pulsing over him in waves. He squeezed his eyes shut and his cock swelled, a dull ache riding low in his balls. She went wild beneath him, rolling her hips and wriggling as she came, calling his name. She dug her nails into his back and he lost it. He pounded into her, faster and deeper until his body convulsed. He groaned her name and emptied himself into her sweet heat. In that moment, all was right in his world. If only he knew for sure that she felt the same…
Chapter Ten
Cat stared at the shadows on the wall and snuggled deeper into the covers. Shane’s arm tightened around her waist, and he dragged her closer, molding her back to his front. They hadn’t left each other’s arms for the past five hours except to wash up, and in spite of her professed fondness for sleeping alone, she’d never felt happier. A few orgasms, a warm man in her bed…it had been a long time since that had happened. And never both at the same time until now, she realized with a chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” Shane whispered, tipping his head to press a warm kiss to her shoulder.
“Oh, just thinking about self-administered orgasms and how nice it is to get them courtesy of someone else for a change.”
“Well, feel free to take advantage. I’ve got an unlimited supply.”
His face was sleepy and satisfied in the moonlight, and she traced the dark slash of his eyebrows with her index finger. “You are one fine-looking man,” she admitted. “You always were. Even when we were younger, during those rare times you took a break from torturing me, I thought you were hot.”
He slung his arm over her hip and leaned in to nip at her jaw. “Did you, now? Tell me more about that. Not about the torture part. About how hot you thought I was.”
She laughed and pulled away. “I did. You had to know that. The night at the lake, and…” She searched his face, debating whether she wanted to open that can of worms when things were going so nicely. But, damn it, she had to know. No point in going in with a nail file. She broke out the sledgehammer. “Why were you such an asshole to me?”
He stared at her for a long moment and then rolled away. She was just thinking maybe she should’ve come in a little softer when he started propping up some pillows. He settled back, flashing an exceptional expanse of muscled chest, and sighed. “I never meant to be an asshole. I was just doing what your brother asked me to do.”
She leaned up onto her elbow, resisting the urge to trail her fingers over his abs. “Galen asked you to be an asshole to me?” She knew she was being thick, but she needed to know exactly what had happened that strange year, and more importantly, why Shane had walked away from her that night in the lake.
“He asked me to take care of you while he was gone. You were a little reckless, he was a lot worried, and he couldn’t be there. It was your junior year. You were just coming into your own, and that body.” His gaze drifted down to scan her sheet-clad form. “You had a sense of adventure and no fears. The whole thing was a like a fucking time bomb just waiting to go off. Guys that age are horny, and a lot of them are assholes. He didn’t want anyone messing with you, and he didn’t want you making any rash decisions you might regret later.”
Understanding dawned, and she nodded slowly. “Like getting deflowered in the lake by his best friend.”
“Yeah. Like that,” he said with a tight smile. “Although, until now, I hadn’t realized you were a virgin.”
“I was. And it was all so romantic with that big moon and the warm water, it seemed like fate. You were so sweet, worried about me. You followed me in and, even when I kissed you, you hesitated. I thought it was because you didn’t like me.”
“Oh, I liked you. Too much.” He traced the line of her shoulder and frowned. “Jesus, how could you not have known that? I was hard as a baseball bat and breathing like I just went ten rounds with a grizzly.”
She chuckled. “I knew you wanted me, same as any teenage boy naked in a lake with a girl. I didn’t know you liked me, though. You were always treating me like a sister, dragging me out of places and embarrassing me.”
“Never my intention. I was doing what I promised your brother I would do. Believe me, it wasn’t easy. I thought about it every minute for a year afterward, and at least once a day since.”
The admissions sent a thrill through her, and she wriggled closer. “Well, it so happens that I still think you’re pretty fine.”
She pressed closer to him. “Sounds good,” she whispered.
“I can’t give you the lake and the moon, but you do have that big bathtub, and we can leave the light on,” he said with a brow waggle.
She laughed and rolled away. “Meet you there!” She stood, buck naked, making an effort not to run, in spite of her nerves…to take it slow so that he could enjoy the view.
He groaned and let out a pained laugh. “My kingdom for a camera.”
She made it to the door and faced him. “You should bring us a couple ice waters. And maybe a snack. This is going to take a while.” She shut the door behind her and leaned against it. Why it was such a relief that Shane had suffered as much as she had that night, she couldn’t say. Maybe misery really did love company. Or maybe she was just a bad person. Either way, she felt a lightness and a confidence she hadn’t felt in years.
She crossed the long room and set a towel on the edge of the chilly white porcelain. The giant, claw-footed tub had been one of her favorite features of the house, and she’d made use of it many times over the past few years, but never with a man. Never with Shane.
She turned the water on hot and sat on the edge of the tub, waiting for it to fill. It was only halfway when he stepped into the room, arms laden with bottled water and a plate piled high with what looked like peanut butter sandwiches. She nearly snort-laughed. “You bypassed the strawberries and cheese in the fridge for peanut butter?”
“Peanut butter and Fluff. I didn’t want to be cliché. Plus,” he said, setting the food on the sink and giving her a slow wink, “we might need the protein.”
Despite his teasing words, the look of naked desire on his face make her heart kick double-time, and she reached for him, tugging his hips closer to line up with her face. “Seems like somebody is already prepped for game time,” she murmured, tugging his boxers down to release his swollen shaft. It bounced and settled high on his belly and she wet her lips. Big strong man, big and strong everywhere.
He hummed low in his throat and his response came on a growl. “He’s been waiting for some water sex with you for almost ten years.”
She tipped her head closer, shifting on her perch to get close enough for a long, slow lick.
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned, tunneling a hand into her hair. She curled her fingers around his thick shaft and drew it down to flick the head with her tongue. His fingers tensed and the tug at her scalp made her smile.
“I think he likes me,” she whispered, making sure her warm breath washed over the length of him. She reveled in the warm, musky taste of him and went back for another long lick.
“Get in the tub, Cat,” he demanded, closing a hand over his cock and fisting himself as she stood. As desperate as she was to move forward, she couldn’t take her eyes off him, cupping his heavy balls before stroking up the girth of his shaft, milking himself.
“Do you like to watch me?”
She nodded wordlessly.
“Would you like to watch me come like this? I could, so easily. Especially with you looking at me like that. Like the other night. When you were on your back, those gorgeous tits ready, nipples hard.” The chords in his neck stood out and his voice was all grit, his hand moving faster.
She stared down, mesmerized by the bead of moisture that had escaped the head of his cock. She reached out her hand, and he stilled, his breath choppy and uneven. “But not today. Turn off the tub, Cat, and get in. Now.”
The sharp command should have annoyed her. Instead it sent a bolt of lightning through her that settled between her thighs, and she found herself complying without hesitation.
“Don’t forget your knee,” he added, more softly this time. “It’s going to sting, so take it slow.”
Emotion clogged her throat. The lightning, or at least a paler form of it, she’d felt before. The sense of being cared for like that? Never. And damn if she didn’t like the combination.
She slipped into the tub with a sigh, the hot water caressing her toes, ankles, and calves until she sank down, immersing herself. The knee did sting, but the bliss of the water working over her tired muscles was heaven. Shane had given her a workout earlier.
“Slide toward the center so I can get in behind you,” he murmured.
She did and he stepped in to settle behind her, his thighs cradling her hips. The water sloshed to the edge of the tub and over, but she didn’t care. The feel of him, hot and hard against her back, was sublime.