Her Best Friend's Lover Page 4

“Didn’t we just get done discussing this, Dale?” she asked, forcing a light-hearted tone into her voice even as her knees went weak and her throat went tight.

  “I dunno. Did we?” he asked, nuzzling her ear.

  “Sex isn’t the answer to everything,” Lauren said, trying to step back, only to have him bring her firmly up against him once more.

  “Doesn’t have to be. Just needs to be the answer for this,” he whispered, nibbling along the line of her collar bone while one hand roamed to her waist, freeing the tail of her shirt from her jeans. She tasted good. His mouth meandered back up and locked onto hers while he pressed the flat of his hand to her waist and slid it upward, bringing her body in full contact with his, locking her against him.

  This. Lauren had been dreaming of just this for an eternity. And her dreams were nowhere near the reality, she decided, as he crushed his mouth to hers as though he meant to devour her whole. Lauren quivered under that clever mouth, quivered as he ran those long-fingered, callused hands over her bare back.

  This is wrong, she thought, this has to stop. Right here and now. She would. End it. Right now. As she swore that, he pulled back just slightly to lower his mouth to her neck. The end result was a shudder that wracked her from head to toe and back again as he left her neck to cruise back up to her mouth.

  Then her arm snaked up and curled over his shoulders. This was every dream she had ever had, that he would one day turn to her. The feel of his skin, hot and smooth, under her hands, the press of that beautiful, clever mouth against hers, the feel of his heart pounding against her own, that long lean body tight against hers, his arms holding her against him.

  Lauren told herself that she didn’t care that he was turning to her for comfort, not for love. That he was drunk out of his mind. She ignored the little voice that signaled that her common sense was not quite dead—almost, but not quite. She ignored it, the soft little voice that kept whispering, ”This will change everything.”

  After five years of loving him in silence, of needing him, knowing she would never have him, didn’t she deserve something? This would be the only chance she would ever have to be with him. With a murmur of assent, her eyes drifted closed and her body went pliant.

  And she just felt. Let him tip her head back and continue to rain kisses over the exposed flesh of her throat. Let him slip her shirt over her head and loosen the clasp of her bra. It fell to the floor unnoticed as Dale cupped her breasts in his hands, leaning back to study the sight of his tanned hands on her pale flesh. Damn it, but she was built, filling his hands to overflowing. The rounded globes of her breasts were satin soft, her nipples puckering and drawing tight as he rolled each one between finger and thumb, before lowering his head to take one reddened tip into his mouth as his hands trailed lower, over her narrow ribcage, over the indent of her waist before settling his fingers on the softly rounded curve of her hips. Grasping one firmly curved ass cheek in his hand, he dragged her lower body against his as he feasted on her sweet, hot nipples.

  He kissed his way back up to her throat before leaning back to stare at her with hot, hungry eyes. His fingers left her throbbing nipples to stroke the underside and outer curve of her breasts while he whispered, “You’ve got the prettiest damn tits I’ve ever seen. And you taste so fucking good.”

  God, did she taste good. Soft and warm and female. Damnation, he needed more, needed another taste. Needed to taste her skin, to feast on those lovely white tits while he buried his aching cock in that lush body.

  This was what mattered. Now.

  He shifted, rubbing his hips against hers but couldn’t find the angle he needed. Taking her mouth in another drugging, mind-blowing kiss, he walked her backward until she came up against the wall. Pinning her there, he lifted her hips until she locked her legs around his flanks. Groaning, he buried his face in her neck.

  Her scent rose to haunt him, sweet and erotic, innocent and tempting. He lowered his head and gently bit the underside of one breast as he ground himself against the heat between her legs. He snarled in frustration at the heavy cloth that separated them and reached for the zipper of her jeans, jerking them open and down in two quick movements. Lauren fell back against the wall, her head spinning dizzily, as Dale knelt in front of her and pulled her jeans completely off and away, before he leaned forward, nuzzling the front panel of her panties briefly before he rose and grabbed her hips again, fitting his cock into the notch between her thighs and rocking against her.

  Through the heavy denim, Lauren could feel his shaft, hard and long, as he thrust against her silk covered flesh. Her nerve endings sizzled, and she swore some exploded with little pops when he gripped her ass with one hand while the other slid further down and under, sliding inside her panties until he could circle her wet opening with one fingertip while he rocked her against that hard cock. She shuddered and gasped, her hands flying up to clutch at his shoulders, then fist in his hair. A weak whimper rose in the air before dying away into the silence. A choking gasp. Shuddering with heavy breaths, and a weak, moaning whimper as Dale thrust his hand past the silky barrier of her panties, arrowing in on the delights they hid. Her cleft was covered by a small triangle of damp, soft, ebony curls that felt like silk when he brushed them with his hand as his fingers slid slickly across her wet flesh, plunging deeply into her hungering body.

  She closed around him, tight and wet, unbelievably sweet. The tight walls of her sex gloved his fingers like a second skin, tight, wet, and clinging as he worked first one finger, and then a second inside, working her body and circling the pad of his thumb around her pulsing clit. Her sheath clung to him, gripping his fingers so tightly that his head started to pound as he imagined what it was going to feel like when he got his cock inside her. Son of a fucking bitch, he’d explode.

  Her head was thrown back, her cheeks flushed, her mouth swollen. A chain of silver hung at her neck, a wand resting in the hollow of her throat. His heavy lidded eyes took the sight in, even as dim recognition started to flutter in his mind. No. Damn it, he didn’t want to think, didn’t want to do anything other than taste this woman, to bury himself inside her.

  Dropping to his knees, he drew her panties down her long, sleekly muscled thighs, stroking one long narrow foot as he spread her legs. Leaning forward, he used his tongue, drawing it up her wet slit in one long stroke. She shrieked, tried to pull him away. “Let me,” he murmured, pulling away long enough to take her hands and pin them down to her sides. “God, you’re sweet.”

  She was reluctant. It had been a while since he’d had to coax a woman into spreading her thighs for him, but he hadn’t forgotten how. Gentle, nuzzling kisses against her belly while one hand lazily stroked her clit. As she moved closer to climax, she lost her resolve and didn’t notice as he worked his way down with his mouth and eventually replaced his fingers with his tongue. He stabbed at her clit with his tongue before taking it between his teeth and sucking as he started to fuck her with his fingers, groaning as her cream flooded his hand. He lapped it up greedily, taking one of her thighs and draping it over his shoulder, opening her folds. Spreading them with his fingers, he thrust his tongue inside her, lapping at her slick walls, gently biting at soft plump lips that guarded her passage, before returning to suckle on her clit again.

  He pulled away briefly to stare at her sex before glancing up at her. “God, you’re good. I could eat you for hours,” he muttered before diving for her again.

  She was wet. Hot. Tasty. Cupping the firm cheeks of her ass in his hands, he ate at her, sucking, licking, drinking her down while her hands clutched at his head. He could hear her panting, moaning, finally crying out as she climaxed in his mouth.

  He rose, planting hot, biting kisses against her flushed torso as he stood. His mouth gleamed wetly with her cream as he covered her mouth with his, groaning as her eager hands clutched him against her.

  “Now,” he muttered, and he once again lifted her hips and positioned himself between her legs.

  Lauren froze as
he ended the kiss to work his way to her ear. She could taste herself on him, and it set her to blushing all over again. Which was foolish, since he had just had his face buried in her crotch, his tongue gliding in and out of her pussy.

  But there was also the taste of whiskey strong in her mouth and the odor of it hung in the air. The hot thick cloud of pleasure that fogged her brain tried to clear up, allowing her a moment of sanity.

  “Dale,” she said, with half a mind to put a stop to this. Then he brushed against the damp triangle between her legs, hot, smooth and hard. She gasped, arching back as he slid once, twice, three times against her. On the fourth pass over the knotted bundle of nerves, she cried out as waves of pleasure washed over her, radiating outward from the center of her body.

  He chuckled, and lowered his head to purr in her ear, “Like that?” He repeated it, stroking the fat head of his cock against her, as if checking her response, and he hummed a soft little praise against her throat. “Yeah. You like that. You’re gonna like it even more when I’m inside you. You’re so hot, so wet. Tight.”

  She gasped and cried out a second time as he slid inside, thrusting deep, forcing himself through her tight channel as it strained to accommodate him, hurting despite her arousal. She instinctively arched again, squirmed, whimpered. Oh, shit, she thought in a panic. This isn’t going to work. He was too big and it was stretching her, burning and filling her.

  But then he started to circle her clit with his thumb again, pressing, plucking it gently, and she forgot her panic, focusing just on that hand, whimpering and crying, silently begging for him to continue.

  As Dale slid his thick cock further inside her she moaned, half in fear, half in mindless pleasure. “Shh,” he murmured in her ear, recognizing the distress, if not the cause of it. “Relax, honey. Just relax,” he crooned softly, withdrawing just a little before sliding in again. “Shh, baby. You’re fine. Damn more than fine.”

  Bracing her against the wall, Dale shifted his grip until one arm was wrapped beneath her buttocks. He nudged himself in a little further, groaning as she clamped around him tighter, hot wet silk. He raised his head, found her mouth without opening his eyes. She was so tight, her body trying to resist, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. Didn’t care. She was hot and wet and ready and she wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her.

  He nipped sharply at her lip and her eyes flew open, yelping a little, before catching her breath, arching up as he withdrew and plunged back into the wet, silken depths of her, burying his cock to the hilt. Her flesh writhed convulsively around him, forcing Dale to grit his teeth against his body’s impulses.

  She was so tight, gloving his cock like he was a size or two too big, her muscles squeezing around him.

  The tide ebbed a little, enough for him to be able to move without fear of immediate explosion. Eyes closed, face buried against her neck, Dale rocked against her as he held her pinned to the wall, gently rotating his hips, adjusting his thrusts so that he brushed against sensitized flesh every time he moved. She was quivering against him, around him. Each breath she took tightened her muscles in a slow, maddening caress around his cock. He pulled out a little further, thrust in, groaning helplessly when it set her muscles to writhing, and her inner walls to clinging around his length.

  She moaned softly, straining to move, to do something before she flew apart. He was so big, so full inside her, stretching her sheath as he worked his shaft back and forth in tiny strokes that spread licking flames through her belly.

  It was more than she could handle; she shifted and squirmed against him. Tried to pull away from him as the tension started to grow inside her belly. Her eyes flew open, desperately wanting to see his face, see those glorious, sexy eyes, the eyes of the man she loved, but they were closed. Closed, and she knew, seeing another woman’s face.

  She tried, then, to turn away, to twist out of his grip, even though the damage, so to speak, had already been done. His eyes opened slightly at the withdrawal and he whispered, “No,” as he tightened his grip.

  Blindly, he caught her chin in his hand, forced her face back to his as he lowered his mouth to hers, brushing her damp mouth with his. All the while, he crooned to her, pressing kisses against her cheek, her ear, the tip of her nose. “Easy, sweetheart. Don’t fight it.” With a shift of his body, he forced her further down, opening her more.

  “It’s gonna be good,” he murmured against her ear. “Just relax, angel.

  Just let me…Yeah,” he said roughly as she whimpered when he moved against her again. “Yeah, that’s it.” She could feel him inside her, long, hard and thick. The thick head of his cock kept rubbing against a rather extraordinary little button deep inside her slick, wet vagina and it was robbing her of the ability to think. Each thrust set off magical little explosions inside her belly, heat spreading outward from her center, until she thought she would go up in flames.

  And even though she hated herself for being so weak, she stopped caring if he wasn’t seeing her. He slid one hand up to cup her breast, pushing it upward until he could suckle the nipple. Gasping, she threw her head back, rapping it into the wall and never noticing as he pulled further out this time, thrusting back inside with more force.

  It hurt. No. It wasn’t pain…oh, damn it, what was it? That hot little ball of need grew stronger as he trailed a line of kisses back up to her face. He tugged her lower lip into his mouth as she strained against him, silently begging. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispered, adjusting his grip, sliding his hands down and grasping her behind each knee, lifting her weight. Then he hooked his arms under her knees, leaving her open and vulnerable. Lowering his head, he bit her shoulder as his hips jack-hammered against hers. The tight silken walls of her sex started to tighten and cling as she neared orgasm.

  Dale swallowed her gasping scream with his mouth, felt the woman convulse around him. His eyes were open now, but they were not seeing the woman he held against him, the woman who loved him with every breath in her body.

  He came inside her, in hot, wet jets, startled when he felt her body clamp around his a second time. Those milking little caresses sent shivers up his spine and he felt his balls drawing tight, his cock still full and hard and eager. Again. Taking her to the floor, he draped her thighs over his, holding her ass in his hands while he fucked her slowly, smiling when she whimpered and strained against him. “Such pretty tits,” he murmured, releasing her butt long enough to guide one of her hands to the tits in questions. “Play with them for me.”

  Her hands were hesitant but willing and her mind was too far gone to care as he whispered what he wanted her to do. When he whispered, “Pinch your nipple,” she did it, rolling and plucking until each movement tightened the muscles lower in her body. The other hand he guided to her clit, where her opening stretched tight around his penis. When he gruffly said, “Show me how you like to have it touched,” she showed him, her torso twisting and straining while her fingers circled repeatedly against her clit, harder and faster until she was whimpering in time with her own touch.

  Dale’s breath shuddered out of his lungs as he watched the play of those long graceful fingers stroking over naked flesh. A swollen pink nipple pinched and rolled, the other hand working at her clit. A picture straight out of his dreams, hot, wet dreams, centered around a hot, wet woman willing to touch and be touched. He stayed upright on his knees, staring down as her long, slim fingers rolled and rubbed the hard swollen bead of flesh. Moisture from their bodies soon had her fingers gleaming. Taking her hand yet again he guided it to her mouth, forced two of her wet fingers inside, until she licked it off, her eyes smoky and hot as she stared at him

  “Gimme a taste,” he ordered, leaning forward over her body. She reached up to touch his lips but he shook his head. “Uh-uh, darling. Get me more.”

  So she played with her throbbing clit again as he stroked in and out, lazy and slow. The fingers he took into his mouth were wet with her cream and his come and Dale was certain he ha
d never tasted anything so good before. Her hips started to rock feverishly under the play of her fingers and he pinned her in place with his hands. “Not so fast,” he rasped as he drove his cock home inside her.

  Her puckered little nipples stood upright, begging for his attention. Shifting, he lowered his body across her, forcing her breast up until he could feast on her nipple while he rode her body in hard, sure strokes.

  Her hand slid up to clutch at his shoulders when he took her legs and put them high in the air, opening her body so he could take her hard and deep. Lauren flinched when he pounded into her, forcing his cock deep inside her already swollen, sensitive passage. He bit delicately on her nipple while he pumped into her, pulling a muffled scream from her.

  “That’s it, baby. Scream for me, come for me,” he murmured, lifting his head and transferring his attention to her other breast until both nipples were hard, red and wet from his mouth.

  She screamed, all right. When he rose up and shoved her legs to her chest, fucking her hard, she screamed as she climaxed around him, feeling his come spurt inside her, hot and deep. The climax tore through her belly, tearing open a dam deep inside that gushed forth beneath the pounding of his body.

  In his mind, Dale had pictured a face, one he saw with every woman. Her image wasn’t quite as clear, but he hardly noticed as the silky flesh around him sent him into an explosive climax, the likes of which he’d never before experienced.

  Without even realizing he had spoken, he roared out her name while he shot his semen into Lauren Spencer’s tight little sheath, her climax milking and squeezing around his cock like a greedy fist.

  Moments later, exhaustion crowding his already dazed mind, he collapsed on top of her. The unreal pleasure, combined with the unholy amount of liquor he had consumed, dulled his mind enough that he didn’t see anything wrong with curling up around the warm, naked female he held against his sweating body.

  Dimly, he tried to remember who she was, but couldn’t. And he didn’t have the energy needed to open his eyes and look. She’d be there when he woke up, and then he’d find out. After he buried himself in that body again.