Page 34 of The Hacker
“Wait!” She held up one hand. “I want to get a chance to look first.”
That sent a jolt of arousal straight to his cock. She gave him a hot smile as she saw it stir and harden. Which made it harden more.
“Thanks for giving me an especially good view,” she purred. “I’d like to see the back now.”
“If this is your idea of foreplay, it’s working.” He turned, savoring the knowledge that her gaze was roaming over his body.
But he needed more so he pivoted again and closed the distance to the bed, climbing onto the foot and stalking up to her on his hands and knees. He planted a hand on either side of her hips and brought his mouth to hers, tracing her lips until she opened them to him, the sweetness of her blazing through him like hot molasses.
He felt her small hands on his shoulders. At first, she smoothed them over his skin, the touch twisting desire inside him. Then she began to press against him, pushing him away from her. He eased back without breaking the kiss. But he wanted to feel her breasts against his bare chest, so he rose onto his knees and gripped her upper arms to pull her up against him, the quilt falling away from her as he lifted.
When he leaned into her so the deliciously hard points of her nipples brushed against him, her fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders and she gasped into his mouth. That could have meant that she was as aroused as he was, but it didn’t feel that way.
Once again he eased back, this time releasing her mouth as well. “What is it, darlin’? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I was just losing my balance.” But a flush of some feeling that wasn’t sexual colored her neck and cheeks. “Let me just shift around so I’m on a firmer part of the mattress.” She scrambled away from the headboard to kneel almost behind him. “That’s better. I’m not going to keel over now.”
“I wouldn’t have let you fall,” he said, moving to face her.
“No, you wouldn’t have.” She threaded her fingers into his hair on either side of his head, making his scalp tingle. Then she pulled his head down so she could sear a kiss onto his lips.
He wrapped his arms around her back and crushed her against him from knee to shoulder, feeling the swell of her breasts, the push of her hip bones beside the flat, satin plane of her belly, the length of her thighs, and finally the hot, wet silk between her thighs as he slid his semierect cock against her.
As he flexed his hips, she arched and gasped again, but this time it was pure arousal. He could smell it and hear it in the tiny moans catching in her throat. He wanted to taste that so he ran one hand down her back, over the curve of her buttock, and down between her legs, finding his way inside her from behind. His finger easily slipped into the liquid heat of her and she moaned louder, then mewed a wordless plaint when he withdrew it. He pulled his head away from hers and brought his finger to his lips, sucking the salty, erotic flavor of her from his skin.
“Oh!” she said, watching him through half-shut eyes. “That’s hot.”
“That is only the beginning of what I’m going to do.” Some instinct made him state his intentions out loud. “I want to lay you back on the bed and taste you directly.”
Her lids fluttered and she nodded before letting him lower her to sit and then lie back, unfolding her legs to rest her feet on either side of his thighs. He stayed up on his knees, savoring the sight of her hair spread over the quilt, her taut nipples, and the spread of her thighs so that he could see a glisten of moisture between them.
He bent slightly to palm her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers. She sucked in a breath but something flickered in her eyes that wasn’t pleasure. Then she lifted her hips in an invitation and his attention was drawn lower, making him skim his hands down her torso until he could curl his fingers around the lushness of her buttocks and bury his face between her thighs.
Chapter 8
When Leland’s mouth touched the aching spot between her legs, his touch shot sparks through her like a downed electrical wire writhing on a wet sidewalk. She slammed her eyelids shut and let herself fall into the sensation. He flicked at her clit with his tongue, then plunged it inside her, then told her how delicious she tasted and did it all again. He had an unerring sense of when she was about to crest into orgasm, her body poised in exquisite anticipation of his next stroke. Instead he would kiss her gently on the inside of her thigh, a lovely thing but not what she needed to go over the edge.
He wound her insides into a coil of unsatisfied wanting until she was about to beg him to finish the job. Before she could open her mouth, he’d rolled on a condom, knelt and pulled her thighs up over his hips, and driven his cock deep inside her. Where he stayed motionless while her entire body down to her toes convulsed in one shrieking, nuclear orgasm. All sensation wrapped around the hard length of him, filling her before it tore through her in a clench and release so violent she thought she might pull an internal muscle. She grabbed fistfuls of the quilt to anchor herself while she arched up and gave herself to the waves of pleasure crashing through her.
When her muscles went limp, he still held her up, and now the rigidity of his erection felt even more sexy in contrast to the melted, liquid softness of her insides. She nudged herself against him in wordless encouragement.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked with a husky undertone to his drawl.
“Oh, yes,” she said, “but there won’t be much friction.”
The sound he made was somewhere between a chuckle and a groan. “Friction will not be necessary.”
He pulled back and thrust in, the motion rippling across her sated nerve endings like a warm sea. He did it again and once more and then his fingers were digging into her butt and his head was thrown back and his cock pumped inside her while he shouted her name toward the ceiling. Seeing the cords of his neck stand out and hearing the hoarseness of his voice and feeling the hard grip of his hands on her skin gave her a new and welcome sense of her own power. She had evoked this primitive reaction in a man who seemed always in control of himself.
And then his grip eased as he lowered her hips, sliding out of her and letting his head fall forward while he sank back to sit on his heels. His chest rose and fell in great gasps.
She let a smug little smile curl her lips. Tomorrow her upstairs neighbor might tease her about all the noise, but she was proud of making Leland yell in the throes of passion.
He lifted his head and pushed his damp hair back from his forehead. “I can’t believe your bed didn’t collapse under the force of that explosion.”
She let her smile widen. “Two explosions, mine and yours.”
“Whatever you paid for this bed, it was worth it.” He ran his palm down her splayed thigh, giving it a pat before he climbed off to get rid of his condom. When he returned, she was still sprawled with her head pointing away from the headboard, too wrung out to want to move.
