Wilde Magic (Wilde Women Book 3) Page 17

  He kissed her over and over, nibbled passionately on her neck and fondled her breasts. “Did you like that, Contessa?” he asked.

  She looked at him, but he doubted she focused. Mainly, she looked dazed and satisfied.

  He flexed his hips and ground against her. Chuckling when she couldn’t answer, he reached a hand between them, encountered a tsunami of liquid arousal, and teased her clit. Her deep groan told him she was far from finished. Thank God.

  “You do realize I’m nowhere near coming yet, right?”

  Well fuck. Her eyes focused pretty damn quickly after that.

  “Ready for more, baby girl?”

  She nodded and did a bit of lip biting.

  “Say something,” he teased her. “Baby,” he laughed. “It’s your first time, and you just came all over my cock and rocked my fucking world. Got nothing to say?”

  She smiled. First with her lips and then with her eyes. “Can you do that again?”

  God, she was magnificent. “Do what?” If they were gonna do this, she would have to get comfortable with a little dirty talk.

  Sweet, sweet ‘tessa pulled his head down low, sucked on his earlobe a second and then murmured, “Fill me with your um, cock.” His sex throbbed when she called it out. “And make me come? I liked it very much. Did you?”

  She was kidding, right? Did he like watching her come? Feeling the tightness and the wet flood of desire? Oh, come on. Get serious.

  In between bruising kisses, he told her, “I liked watching you. Liked feeling your pussy get tight. Liked hearing how wet you got. Very much liked counting the spasms as you came. And you did come, baby girl.” He pulled back and slammed home deep to emphasize his words.

  She went limp. ‘tessa liked being pounded. He was happy to oblige.

  “Ready for more you say? How ‘bout I show you how to take your pleasure? Let’s find out what makes your pretty pussy cream, hmmm?”

  AHH, UGH. WHY THE HELL did every muscle in her body ache? Charlie shifted seeking relief and froze when her hand came in contact with a warm body. A male body. A hard, muscled body. The one belonging to Cal Tyler. The man she’d spent hours making love with.

  Oh, yeah, right. No wonder she felt this way. They’d gone at it non-stop all through the night. He was insatiable. Or maybe the insatiable one was her. It was hard to tell.

  He’d done things to her she’d barely fantasized about, and now that she had first-hand knowledge of what all the excitement was about, she knew there’d never be another like him. He’d taken the gift of her innocence and treated it like a treasure—his reward was her complete surrender.

  She lay still, so as not to wake him, and let memories of their love-making fill her mind. They’d needed the box of condoms, going through so many that she lost count. Not only that but she found it sexy as hell watching him rip open each packet and roll the thin barrier down the length of his impressive shaft. She’d even begged for a chance to do it herself. When he reluctantly gave in to her demand, she’d needed plenty of hands-on instruction with what to do—fumbling the first attempt and ripping a big ol’ hole in the flimsy sheath.

  Had she secretly jumped with joy when he gritted his teeth and patiently let her try again? Fuck, yeah. And had she purposely fucked up the first time so she could do it again? Um, yep. Touching his cock turned out to be way more fun and was a thousand times more exciting and arousing than she thought possible.

  He’d taught her how to ride him, and Charlie was pretty sure he enjoyed that lesson well enough. He certainly groaned loud enough while she plunged up and down with reckless abandon on his huge sex. She liked that position. Liked being in control. Well, until shit got too real and then she wasn’t capable of doing anything while he bucked forcefully, filling her over and over as his big powerful hands held her hips and helped her take the onslaught.

  He. Was. Magnificent.

  She had so many orgasms that Charlie didn’t know exactly where one ended and another began. And he was relentless about it too. Making sure she came over and over until she was spent and nearly unconscious.

  All that ecstasy didn’t mean she hadn’t memorized every grunt, stroke and vein visible in his neck each time he came inside her. Especially the first. She’d wracked up an impressive double-O after cowgirling to a momentous climax. Spent and barely functioning, he’d put her on her back, teased her about being a wimp, and then put her legs on his shoulders. In that position, he was able to search for the perfect angle, the one that rubbed his cock in the perfect spot—making her toes curl and her pussy flood. When all the planets were perfectly aligned, he told her in the crudest way possible that he was going to bring it home. And he hadn’t been kidding.

  She marveled at the changes in his aura when an orgasm started to build inside him. Sensitive to such things, she considered her girlish fantasies about the man who would be her lover never quite included this. Charlie was enthralled. She asked him not to hold back, and he hadn’t. The power of his lovemaking wiped all thought from her mind. The only thing she felt, saw, heard or knew was the man stroking deep and sure.

  He gasped and locked eyes with her. “I want to come inside you, baby girl. Is that okay?”

  Was it okay? Oh, my dear sweet lord. Some part resented the hell out of the barrier between them. The very idea of Ty pouring his essence into her was hotter than the gates of hell.

  The second he lost control, she came. So focused was she on his pleasure, Charlie hadn’t been aware of the orgasm he gave her until it broke right on top of them. Aggressively bucking into his thrusts, she watched half delirious, half mesmerized as he reared up like a beautiful animal in the throes of mating and let loose with a sexy grunt as his hips jerked against her, over and over.

  Visualizing his cock unloading the pleasure her body gave him while he was buried deep unraveled her composure. His orgasm went on forever. She could feel him pulsing and jerking inside.

  Shit. She was fucked. Literally. Waiting for the right guy seemed so much like the right thing, but now that she’d let this particular man take her, Charlie wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to be intimate like this with anyone but him.

  Uh oh. What the hell did that really mean?

  A humorous sounding growl rumbled from beneath the covers. He pulled the blanket off the side of his face, turned his head and looked at her. All rumpled and well-used, from sleep and her mauling of his body, he stretched like a lion coming awake, rolled to his side and reached for her under the covers.

  “Shhh,” he drawled. “You and that overactive mind woke me up.” His hand was stroking her hip with slow, gentle caresses.

  “Blame yourself,” she replied. “I knew you’d be trouble but had no idea what getting into bed with Mr. Sexy Pants would do to me.”

  His hand swept over her ass and squeezed a cheek. “That better not be a complaint, Tesoro.”

  “Complaint? What?” she giggled. “Hell to the no, big guy.” She ran a finger down the part of his chest she could reach. “But maybe there is one thing.”

  Ty pinned her to the mattress and swept back the warmth of the covers. “Oh my god,” he barked with sleepy laughter. “Seriously? What fucking part of your virginal fantasies didn’t we cover last night?”

  She laughed and tried to shove him off, but he was having none of it.

  “Tell me something, baby girl.”

  She arched an eyebrow and waited. Oh, good heavens. Typical guy. He wanted a critique, right?

  “How many times did you come?”

  “What?” she stammered.

  “You heard me,” he drawled with a chuckle. “How many times?”

  The sneaky devil. She was trying to make a funny point, but he stole her thunder.

  Rubbing her fingers on his chest, she made her very best pout and squirmed for shits ‘n grins. Nana would applaud the cheeky performance.

  “Stop trying to distract me. You interrupted, so I don’t have to answer.” She scrunched up her nose and stuck her tongue o
ut. “So there.”

  His smirking grin made her feel all gooey and tingly inside.

  “You’re awfully brave first thing in the morning.” To make his point she guessed, he reached for her hand and brought it to his cock. “Not sure this is covered in the Virgin’s Handbook,” he quipped as he showed her how to stroke him, “but basic biology gives me an early morning advantage.”

  “Pfft.” She made the mocking sound but never stopped enjoying the handful of hard she was exploring.

  “Messing with me right after my eyes open is just asking for a no-holds-barred fucking.”

  “Hey!” she yelped. “You promised.”

  Fondling her breasts, he snickered and gave her a smug smile. “Now hold on, Contessa. I agreed last night wasn’t about fucking and I think I kept my promise. You were pretty thoroughly made love to for someone doing it for the first time.” He tapped her playfully on the nose. She barely noticed. Holding his flesh in her hand was far too distracting. “And if you’d just give up the orgasm tally we could chalk an ‘X’ in the win column and move on. Last night we made love. This morning? In case you hadn’t put this together already little one, you’re about to be royally fucked.”

  Charlie liked this tongue-in-cheek verbal game and decided she’d roll her eyes and act hard pressed every time he used the rude term. Fun times. Of course, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to play with him some more.

  Tsk. “But what about my fantasies?” She made sure to put some extra spin on her whiny boo-hoo tone.

  “Oh, for God’s sake,” he griped. “All right ‘tessa. Spit it out and do it quickly. My dick needs some attention so frankly my dear … you’re up. Now tell me. What’s this one thing lacking from last night’s activities?”

  Perfect timing? Meet the best question and most opportune response, like ever. Giving his impressive manhood a bit of a squeeze, she sent her fingers on an exploratory mission to thoroughly map his balls. He inhaled sharply and then got serious about touching her ass.

  Mornings suddenly became her favorite part of the day.

  “I let you taste me,” she purred. “Several times.”

  His hand slid between her legs, but she stopped his quest by clamping her thighs together.

  “Yes you did, and may I say again how delicious you are, Tesoro.”

  Ha! She had him—he just didn’t know it yet. “Well, I want to taste you too. Turn about’s fair play, right?”

  “No.”

  Oh. Really? Charlie bit her lip and lost her enthusiasm for exploring Ty’s body. Was that not something she should want? Fuck. A flash-fire of embarrassed heat rushed from the soles of her feet straight up her body and into her face. Confusion bounced around inside her. She thought men liked being sucked. Or blown. Or whatever the hell term was used these days. Charlie didn’t give a shit what term was de rigueur—she was being driven by a need so great, it freaked her out a little. Him shutting her down with a terse “No” wasn’t anything she was prepared for.

  Her hand dropped away from his body and she started to withdraw inward. Embarrassment wasn’t her strong suit and being naked wasn’t helping.

  His finger touched her chin and lifted until she was forced to look at him. He looked a little grim and a lot conflicted. Why? What did she do wrong?

  “Ah, ‘tessa. You’re killing me, baby.”

  Charlie searched his face trying to understand his quick change in mood. He let go of her chin and touched his thumb to her lips. She bit him. Couldn’t help it. He grunted, started to pull away and then slipped his thumb into her mouth. She wasted no time demonstrating exactly what she wanted to do to another part of his body.

  He was watching her intently. Staring at her mouth as she went to town on his thumb. Occasionally gazing into her eyes. She felt the temperature between them and the intensity rising. Something flickered in his eyes. She knew that look—he was going to play the gentleman card and try to put her in a box. She supposed that good girls, twenty-something virgins, weren’t supposed to have a naughty side. Well, big guy. Let me see what hand you’re playing, she thought.

  In a deep and husky voice, he told her, “I think I understand now where the whole Baroness of Wild thing came from.”

  She snickered. Oh no he didn’t but that was a conversation for another day.

  “But listen to me, baby.” He withdrew his thumb from her mouth and took hold of her chin. They were staring intently at one another. “If you put that wicked tongue and mouth anywhere near my cock, you’re gonna have more on your hands than you know what to do with.”

  Is that so? Hmm. Let’s find out why he thinks that.

  “Don’t look at me with embarrassment ever again. You did nothing wrong. I said no because, well because what you want is exactly what I want. Only in my case, it’s more along the lines of face fucking the goddamn shit out of your throat.”

  Whoa.

  “And one night of unbridled lust in no way prepared you for what that means.”

  Um, he had a point. Learning the best way to apply a condom was chicken shit stuff compared to what he was talking about. There had to be some sort of middle ground.

  “But, uh,” she muttered with a pouty frown. “You could teach me—couldn’t you?”

  His hand left her chin and he put his forehead on hers. “You’re teaching me far more than I can ever teach you.”

  “Ty, I’m serious.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and shimmied quite shamelessly underneath him. Putting her mouth close to his ear, she whispered, “I really want to. Does that make me weird? Or oversexed or something?”

  He raised his head. She saw the conflict in his expression. “Okay. I’ll think about it. But not right now.”

  He moved around, wedged between her legs and entered her with ease. Feeling his hardness breach her passage and sink deep made Charlie sigh.

  “Fuck,” he barked and withdrew so quickly, she yelped.

  “What?”

  He reached out and forcefully yanked open the nightstand drawer. It flew out and slammed onto the floor. “Where are they?” he mumbled.

  Scrambling off her, he was down on one knee tossing things around. “Oh, thank fuck,” he announced and showed her the condom packet. Standing at the side of the bed, he made fast work of opening the mandatory protection and rolled it on. He looked like some sort of sculpted God—all muscled and seriously pumped. She got quite the thrill looking at him. And what the hell was it about a fully erect cock standing large and proud as he let her get an eyeful? Damn, he was hot.

  Charlie didn’t hesitate. Not only did she open her arms—she spread her legs wide as invitation. He was on her and where she needed him before she could swallow the lump of desire clogging her throat.

  She said the words and didn’t care. “Show me how you like to fuck in the morning.”

  And oh my God, did he ever.

  THE SECOND HE STEPPED FROM the shower, Cal smelled bacon. And coffee. Fucking A. ‘tessa was making breakfast. If she got any more perfect, he was gonna have to chain her to the bed so she didn’t slip through his fingers and disappear.

  Really, dude? Where the hell did that thought come from? It sounded an awful lot like a man who’d made a choice. A big one.

  Shrugging the thought away, he hurriedly dressed and headed to the kitchen taking the stairs two at a time in his eagerness. He didn’t second-guess the need to see her. Be with her. Listen to her husky laugh and count the expressive faces his ‘tessa made.

  They had a minor ‘oh fuck’ moment when she’d left the bed—one that was a first for both of them. Throwing back the covers and sitting up, he’d watched her carefully. Taking her from virgin to vamp in just a couple of hours, he worried his demands had been a bit over-the-top. She hadn’t acted any different, even though they’d just enjoyed quite a morning interlude, so that was good.

  But when she stood up and turned round to say something, an elephant entered the room in the form of some unmistakable stains marking the linens. They
each froze—and stared, wide-eyed.

  ’‘tessa had tried to make a joke. “Do you have to run that up the flagpole as proof?”

  Funny, yeah. But he didn’t laugh. Seeing the flecks of blood actually freaked him out—more than a little. No joke, man. This was some serious shit.

  She’d refused to take a shower with him citing lady-hygiene embarrassment. Took him a minute to catch on but when he did, Cal graciously backed off. Her reaction reminded him how different she was. Why he thought about Claudia at that precise moment he couldn’t imagine, but the woman was a great example. She would never pass up an opportunity to seduce him in the shower. Women like her tended to be the same. Sex was currency. The more she gave, the more she got. Bonus bucks for depravity and kinky pursuits.

  But ‘tessa doesn’t live in that word and would probably bitch slap anyone suggesting she act the same.

  Bounding up the stairs, Cal was surprised she wasn’t in the kitchen, so he started searching the apartment for her. Eventually, he found her in the solarium, standing at the windows.

  Cal leaned against the door jam and enjoyed the view. Not the Rome cityscape. Her.

  She was wearing his button down shirt. Her hair was piled in some sort of whatever on top of her head. Several blonde tendrils escaped and hung about her neck. From behind she looked tempting. And sexy.

  When he saw her shoulders rise and fall and heard a long sigh, he immediately went to her.

  Cal grabbed her from behind and turned her around. There was a spoon in her mouth that she seemed to be either licking or making love to. He took it out of her hand and tossed it aside.

  “Mornin’, Tesoro,” he murmured.

  He didn’t wait for a reply. Holding her tight, he went in for a kiss and started chuckling the second their lips met. She’d been sucking on peanut butter. From the spoon. Straight out of the jar.

  The kiss was sloppy, wet, gooey and one click removed from disgusting. Their mouths were slimy with peanut butter residue when it ended. They were a glorious mess.