He was in heaven. Warm skin, lovely heavy tits to enjoy, Tasha making the most fabulous noises in response to his actions. She rocked over him, her crotch heavy against his groin. The heat of her body bled down to entice him with the need to be surrounded by her, squeezing him close. Suddenly the couch was an absolutely rotten place to be, and he seized her under the hips and shuffled upright. Tasha grabbed his neck with a squeal.
“Max!”
“Bedroom. I want to be able to see you and touch you and not worry about falling off the edge of the damn couch.”
She laughed. “I can walk.”
“When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to.”
Her lips latched onto his neck again and a shiver raced down his spine. Damn, she’d found his sweet spot without even trying.
He stumbled to the bedroom, pushing the door aside with his shoulder. He dropped her to the bed surface and yanked the messy sheets to the floor. There were far too many clothes between the two of them still. He stopped for a moment to kiss her senseless, his body covering hers.
When he pulled away she groaned out her pleasure. “I didn’t think we were going to—holy shit.”
He’d stripped off her pants and panties in one motion, opened her legs and dropped between them. She was wet, the curls covering her mound moist where her cream had escaped. He took great pleasure in drawing a finger along her slit, separating her and opening her to his admiration. Her clit peeked out from the folds of skin at the apex of her opening, and he leaned forward to kiss her intimately.
Her hips bucked beneath his mouth, and he laughed. “You need me to restrain you or something?”
She lifted up on her elbows to see him better, her breasts distracting him for a second before he dragged his gaze back up to her eyes. “I’m not used to guys going down on me before I’ve given them head and promised them the moon.”
A jealous pang raced through him. “Assholes. I’m the only one who gets to touch you, ever again. And I want to touch you everywhere.”
The naked hunger in her eyes combined with the naked skin before him was enough of an answer, but she said it anyway. “Feel free.”
He licked her slowly, scooping the taste of her onto his tongue before taking a swirl around her clit. Teasing the sensitive point, loving the moans that rose as he learned what pleased her.
The phone rang, and he ignored it. That’s what answering machines were for. He delved in deeper, opening her with one hand, pulling her curls aside to let him continue to tease with his tongue. Long slow strokes, one after another, until her hips shook and he had to pin her down with his free arm.
Goddamn, he wanted to strip off his jeans and release his erection. Let her wrap her lips around him and see his shaft entering her mouth, her sex. Her ass—he wanted every inch of her to be marked by his touch. More than once. Maybe more than once tonight even.
He slipped a finger into her, relishing the wet heat surrounding him.
“Oh, yeah.”
He chuckled. “Oh yeah to which? This?” He added another finger, pumping them lazily in and out, circling her labia, then pressing in deep. He stroked the front of her passage, hoping to find the places that would drive her mad as he listened carefully for her response.
“This?” He covered her with his mouth again, sucking her clit. He pulled the nub between his teeth and nibbled lightly. “You tell me what you like and I’m game to try.”
“Jesus. How can you talk while you’re fooling around?”
He lapped harder for a moment and her body tightened. He eased off as he felt the first flutters of her core around his fingers. “I like talking when I’m fooling around. I like to tell you the dirty things I want to do to you. You make me hot.”
Tasha growled at him. “Bastard. I was so close.”
“I know, but you’ll get there again. And again. And again.” He attacked, suckling her clit, finger-fucking her hard, and this time he didn’t stop. He carried on until she shook under his touch, crying out her pleasure. Her hips rocked beneath him but he refused to slow down, driving her back up again with his mouth and fingers. This time he drew some of the moisture from her core down between her legs to the star hidden between her cheeks.
He pressed his tongue deep into her sex while he played with her ass and her cries of delight continued. She dragged her fingers through his hair, her knees pulled high and wide to allow him access. He was in heaven, and they’d only begun.
His phone rang again.
A second later, so did his cell phone. His sister’s ring tone shrilled out.
He ignored them both, slipping his finger past the tight muscle of her ass as he slid his thumb into her sex. She squeezed around him and he pinched lightly, to make her squirm.
“Max.”
He licked his way up her body as he returned to her breasts. Blood rushed through him, the need to touch her everywhere and the need to back off for long enough to strip down warring together.
The phones rang again. Tasha cupped his face, forcing him to look up at her. “Max, you’ve got to answer that.”
“Screw the phones.”
She laughed. “I can’t screw anything with them ringing.”
He reluctantly pulled away, staring at her naked body with longing. “Somebody better be dead.”
“Max!” Tasha slapped his chest and crawled backward on the bed.
It was painful to sit up and move away. Behind him, Tasha reached to the floor for the abandoned sheets and as he clicked on his cell phone he was sad to see her cover herself.
His sister responded immediately. “Junior, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to interrupt, but when I called Mom and Dad, they assumed you’d come and get me. You said your date was still hush-hush so I couldn’t tell them…shit. I’m sorry.”
Damn it, no. “Back up two paces, sis. Where are you, and why do you need a ride?”
“We went for coffee, Jamie and I, and I didn’t feel like… Well, I convinced him to leave me there. But my car won’t start, so I called Mom and Dad…”
And since he normally would have no problems coming to his sister’s rescue, they’d immediately thought of him. “It’s okay. Where you at?”
She told him, and even as he cursed his luck he was kind of grateful she’d had the sense to not go home with the guy. “I’ll come and get you. Give me a few minutes. Oh, and phone Mom and Dad and tell them to stop calling me.”
“I’m really sorry.”
“Me too.” He stared at Tasha. A frown marred her face, the bed sheet tucked under her arms. Her nipples poked against the front of the material and his body ached with the need to rip the thin fabric away and start all over again. “Later.”
He hung up and groaned at the injustice of it. The woman of his dreams was in his bed, and he had to leave to rescue his sister. Life was hellish at times.
“Maxine needs a ride?” Tasha scooted to the edge of the bed. “Do you want me to go get her?”
He dropped beside her and pulled her back into his arms. “What I want is to have the phone never have been invented. I want to be making love with you, not doing a mercy drive.”
There was no way to stop from kissing her, his hands automatically slipping under the sheet to caress her naked skin.
She pushed him away.
“Maxine will be waiting. You can’t leave her alone out there.”
He swore. “I know.” He adjusted his cock, striving to find more room for the damn thing. He pulled on a T-shirt as he paced the room. Tasha’s gaze followed him intently.
“Will you still be here when I get back?” he asked. Oh God, you have to still be here.