Game For Love
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She turned in his arms, her naked skin brushing against his suit, and reached up to hold his face in her hands.
"I want you naked. Now."
He groaned, and kissed her hard as she slipped her hands under his jacket and pushed it off to fall on top of her dress. She undid the buttons of his crisp, white shirt, and popped his cufflinks off, her hands eager to run across the wide, smooth expanse of his chest, over his strong shoulders, down to his hips, then back up his well-muscled back.
"And then," she said, "I want you inside me."
"There is a God," he said, then groaned as she pulled his shirt off and pressed a hot kiss to his solar plexus.
"More," she said, undoing his slacks. She wouldn't be satisfied until all of Ty's perfection was laid bare before her.
"Looks like I just have to take care of one last thing," she said, looking at his boxer shorts. She loved the way his c**k was pushing toward her through the thin cotton, loved how close she was to having what she wanted, what she'd literally dreamed of.
"One very important thing," Ty said, and she laughed. Sex and laughter had never been partners in her experience with men; even with Ty on grad night she'd mostly felt awe, fear, excitement, and arousal.
She didn't remember joy bubbling up from an endless fountain.
Still smiling, she gently pulled the waistband of his boxers over his erection. Sweet Lord, he was big. And oh so beautiful.
Her memory hadn't even come close to the magnificent reality.
Ty's c**k was a masterpiece.
She wrapped her fingers around him, sliding her hand up and down the thick, heated length. Ty's thigh muscles tensed.
"Don't get me wrong, honey, what you're doing right now is way up there on my list. But—" She loosened her grip on his throbbing erection. As much fun as it would have been to know that she had the power to make him come, she didn't want to lose the chance to take him inside her.
"Please tell me you have a condom on you," she said. If ever there was a time for Ty to live up to his reputation as a lady-killer of epic proportions, it was now. She hadn't brought one, of course, because that would have meant admitting to herself that she intended to have sex with him. Ty bent down and pulled one out of his inside jacket pocket. In a flash, he'd ripped open the package and slid it onto his shaft.
Looking at the six-plus feet of raw power standing before her, Julie lost her breath. She forgot all about celebrity exposes, forgot about the job she was supposed to be doing tonight, forgot anything but her need to be held by him.
"Here?" he asked. "Against the rail?"
She looked up from his huge, attention-grabbing erection into his eyes.
"Right here."
"Put your arms around my neck," he directed, and she was one step ahead of him, wrapping her legs around his hips too. She loved the way he supported her weight, cupped her flesh in his hands.
"I won't let you fall," he promised.
"I know."
She opened up to him, taking the tip of his dick inside. She was so wet, so ready for him, in a way that she'd never been for any other man. His muscles tightened as he held her in place on the tip of his shaft. Julie was glad for his endless weight training, his long, hard workouts. No other man could have held her captive like this, on the verge of swallowing him whole.
But Ty could. And she loved it.
"Do you want to hear me beg?" he asked, his words holding an edge she hadn't heard before. Gone was the charming rogue. In its place was the warrior who knew the limits to his restraint and was issuing a sensual warning.
She couldn't be so cruel, so she took him in another inch.
Then all hell broke loose.
His hips pushed into hers, and she couldn't resist taking everything he offered, every last ounce of pleasure. She clung greedily to him as he pushed her back into the balcony's railing and pounded deep into her, then deeper still.
His name was on her lips as she began climbing again, higher and higher, loving the way his dick grew bigger and harder with every stroke.
He used his hands to pivot her hips up and down and rock her clitoris against his pelvic bone. It was good, so good.
"Ty!" she whispered frantically, wanting to scream with pleasure.
"I'm right there with you, sweetheart."
From deep inside her, her climax exploded, her muscles clenching Ty's erection. His shout was muffled by her hair as he plunged into her one final time, protecting her from the metal railing with his knuckles.
Even through the thick haze of her own orgasm, she loved the way his c**k pulsed into her. A part of her mourned the thin separation of the condom between them.
She'd never experienced anything so wonderful in all her life. But as sanity returned, she knew that this one time was all she could risk. No matter how much she yearned otherwise.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Julie blew his mind. Every time he touched her, she went off like a rocket. Besides tonight, there was only one other time he'd reacted so strongly. Back in high school, where Julie had been the hottest thing for miles.
Now he watched her silhouetted against the rising moon, naked and more beautiful than anyone or anything he'd ever seen. An array of emotions moved swiftly across her face. She didn't think he knew her, but he did. And right about now she was ripe for regret. Screw regret. Any two people who enjoyed each other as much as they just had owed it to themselves to do it again. And again.
He figured their luck-o-meter on not getting caught was just about running out, so he pushed down the desire to take her again on the chaise lounge ten feet away. Besides, he'd be more convincing in his arguments to keep doing it like bunnies if she thought he was concerned about propriety. The two of them getting caught, naked, up on the balcony, wouldn't be great for either of their careers.
He bent down to pick up her dress. "Turn around and step into it," he said, holding it up in front of her incredible curves. "I'll zip it up."
She blinked at him a couple of times before following his instructions. She stiffened as his finger moved up her spine, then played at the nape of her neck while he re-did the intricate ties and clasps that held her dress in place.
When she turned back around Ty was caught, yet again, by her incredible beauty. While her dress was oh-so-proper, her hair was wild, pouring sexily over her shoulders. She looked like a well-fucked woman.
"Is my dress ripped? Oh God, we're never going to get away with this are we?" Worry was imprinted between her eyes, around her lips.
"You look great, your dress looks fine, and no one will have a clue about what we've been doing up here," he said as he began putting on his own clothes. Then he grinned. "No one except us." She moved away but not before he saw her eyes flash with desire, the primal satisfaction that she couldn't hide.
"I want you naked. Now."
He groaned, and kissed her hard as she slipped her hands under his jacket and pushed it off to fall on top of her dress. She undid the buttons of his crisp, white shirt, and popped his cufflinks off, her hands eager to run across the wide, smooth expanse of his chest, over his strong shoulders, down to his hips, then back up his well-muscled back.
"And then," she said, "I want you inside me."
"There is a God," he said, then groaned as she pulled his shirt off and pressed a hot kiss to his solar plexus.
"More," she said, undoing his slacks. She wouldn't be satisfied until all of Ty's perfection was laid bare before her.
"Looks like I just have to take care of one last thing," she said, looking at his boxer shorts. She loved the way his c**k was pushing toward her through the thin cotton, loved how close she was to having what she wanted, what she'd literally dreamed of.
"One very important thing," Ty said, and she laughed. Sex and laughter had never been partners in her experience with men; even with Ty on grad night she'd mostly felt awe, fear, excitement, and arousal.
She didn't remember joy bubbling up from an endless fountain.
Still smiling, she gently pulled the waistband of his boxers over his erection. Sweet Lord, he was big. And oh so beautiful.
Her memory hadn't even come close to the magnificent reality.
Ty's c**k was a masterpiece.
She wrapped her fingers around him, sliding her hand up and down the thick, heated length. Ty's thigh muscles tensed.
"Don't get me wrong, honey, what you're doing right now is way up there on my list. But—" She loosened her grip on his throbbing erection. As much fun as it would have been to know that she had the power to make him come, she didn't want to lose the chance to take him inside her.
"Please tell me you have a condom on you," she said. If ever there was a time for Ty to live up to his reputation as a lady-killer of epic proportions, it was now. She hadn't brought one, of course, because that would have meant admitting to herself that she intended to have sex with him. Ty bent down and pulled one out of his inside jacket pocket. In a flash, he'd ripped open the package and slid it onto his shaft.
Looking at the six-plus feet of raw power standing before her, Julie lost her breath. She forgot all about celebrity exposes, forgot about the job she was supposed to be doing tonight, forgot anything but her need to be held by him.
"Here?" he asked. "Against the rail?"
She looked up from his huge, attention-grabbing erection into his eyes.
"Right here."
"Put your arms around my neck," he directed, and she was one step ahead of him, wrapping her legs around his hips too. She loved the way he supported her weight, cupped her flesh in his hands.
"I won't let you fall," he promised.
"I know."
She opened up to him, taking the tip of his dick inside. She was so wet, so ready for him, in a way that she'd never been for any other man. His muscles tightened as he held her in place on the tip of his shaft. Julie was glad for his endless weight training, his long, hard workouts. No other man could have held her captive like this, on the verge of swallowing him whole.
But Ty could. And she loved it.
"Do you want to hear me beg?" he asked, his words holding an edge she hadn't heard before. Gone was the charming rogue. In its place was the warrior who knew the limits to his restraint and was issuing a sensual warning.
She couldn't be so cruel, so she took him in another inch.
Then all hell broke loose.
His hips pushed into hers, and she couldn't resist taking everything he offered, every last ounce of pleasure. She clung greedily to him as he pushed her back into the balcony's railing and pounded deep into her, then deeper still.
His name was on her lips as she began climbing again, higher and higher, loving the way his dick grew bigger and harder with every stroke.
He used his hands to pivot her hips up and down and rock her clitoris against his pelvic bone. It was good, so good.
"Ty!" she whispered frantically, wanting to scream with pleasure.
"I'm right there with you, sweetheart."
From deep inside her, her climax exploded, her muscles clenching Ty's erection. His shout was muffled by her hair as he plunged into her one final time, protecting her from the metal railing with his knuckles.
Even through the thick haze of her own orgasm, she loved the way his c**k pulsed into her. A part of her mourned the thin separation of the condom between them.
She'd never experienced anything so wonderful in all her life. But as sanity returned, she knew that this one time was all she could risk. No matter how much she yearned otherwise.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Julie blew his mind. Every time he touched her, she went off like a rocket. Besides tonight, there was only one other time he'd reacted so strongly. Back in high school, where Julie had been the hottest thing for miles.
Now he watched her silhouetted against the rising moon, naked and more beautiful than anyone or anything he'd ever seen. An array of emotions moved swiftly across her face. She didn't think he knew her, but he did. And right about now she was ripe for regret. Screw regret. Any two people who enjoyed each other as much as they just had owed it to themselves to do it again. And again.
He figured their luck-o-meter on not getting caught was just about running out, so he pushed down the desire to take her again on the chaise lounge ten feet away. Besides, he'd be more convincing in his arguments to keep doing it like bunnies if she thought he was concerned about propriety. The two of them getting caught, naked, up on the balcony, wouldn't be great for either of their careers.
He bent down to pick up her dress. "Turn around and step into it," he said, holding it up in front of her incredible curves. "I'll zip it up."
She blinked at him a couple of times before following his instructions. She stiffened as his finger moved up her spine, then played at the nape of her neck while he re-did the intricate ties and clasps that held her dress in place.
When she turned back around Ty was caught, yet again, by her incredible beauty. While her dress was oh-so-proper, her hair was wild, pouring sexily over her shoulders. She looked like a well-fucked woman.
"Is my dress ripped? Oh God, we're never going to get away with this are we?" Worry was imprinted between her eyes, around her lips.
"You look great, your dress looks fine, and no one will have a clue about what we've been doing up here," he said as he began putting on his own clothes. Then he grinned. "No one except us." She moved away but not before he saw her eyes flash with desire, the primal satisfaction that she couldn't hide.
