Naked Games Page 9

  She nodded, and her gaze traveled over him. Hell, he wasn’t a vain man, but in this one instant Dean was heartily thrilled she found him appealing.

  As her fingers delicately tugged at his shirt buttons, pulling them free one by one, Dean’s blood pressure skyrocketed. She pulled the hem free of the waistband of his trousers, then pushed the material wide, revealing his chest. Dean took over a second, yanking at the offending material and tossing it to the floor. Now, if he could just move her along a little faster, maybe he would be able to prevent exploding in his pants.

  “You are magnificent, Dean. No way am I really here, with you. This has got to be a dream,” she murmured. “A really, really lovely dream.”

  When her fingers encountered his skin, Dean felt scorched. He was forced to count to ten to keep from flinging her to the floor and shoving his heavy cock inside her waiting pussy. Catherine leaned forward and placed a tiny kiss to his left nipple, then nipped it with her teeth. Suddenly, it was too much. A haze of dark lust engulfed him.

  Dean shoved her away, startling her out of her sexual musings. “You’re taking too long,” he said by way of explanation. He swiftly stripped out of the rest of his clothes, all the while Catherine’s gaze traveling his entire length. When she hesitated on his swollen erection, Dean watched in predatory delight as her eyes went round and her tempting mouth formed a perfect “O.” Dean imagined his heavy cock sliding between those succulent lips. He ached to watch her lick and suck and swallow his hot come. Christ, he wanted her a million different ways. It was insane, but he had never felt so out of control for a woman, not even in his youth.

  “On the bed,” he growled.

  His rough words jarred her out of her curious musings, and her eyes shot up to his. “I—I’m not sure I’m ready. I mean, you’re so intense and . . .”

  Dean could see her shutting down and he wanted to kick himself. He stroked a finger over her plump lips and murmured, “It’ll be okay. Don’t go shy on me now, sweetheart.”

  “Well, I did say that I wasn’t really the adventurous type, remember?”

  “Yes, and I like you just the way you are,” he told her as he wrapped his hands around her upper arms and pulled her close. Their bodies touched for the first time without any barriers separating them, and Dean knew he’d died and gone to heaven. “I like that I can turn your body to fire with a mere touch.”

  “But do I do that to you?”

  Ah, so that’s what the problem was. He cupped her chin in his palm, forcing her to look at him. “Are you worried you’ll disappoint me?”

  “I don’t know . . . maybe.”

  “That could never happen, sweetheart,” Dean said, as he bent his head and kissed her, licking her soft lips, starved for the unique taste of her. When he lifted his head he noticed Catherine’s entire face had gone warm and drowsy with want. He could easily become accustomed to seeing such a lovely sight every night.

  Catherine pressed a hand over her lips for a few seconds, as if attempting to contain the kiss. Finally she whispered, “I love the taste of you.”

  Dean couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “There’s more of me to taste, believe me.” Catherine’s gaze drifted downward once again, her cheeks going all rosy when she spotted his cock. “You’re staring,” he murmured, unaccountably charmed by her.

  “I’m not sorry.”

  He laughed. “If I’m ever going to get you past leering at me like I’m a slab of meat, then I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.”

  “Oh?”

  “I wanted this to be slow and sweet. But I can’t wait another minute to have you.” Dean took no time in lifting her and placing her in the middle of the bed. Her cry of surprise had his dick swelling another inch.

  Catherine lifted to a sitting position and smiled. “Do you know you get very aggressive when you’re turned on? Out goes the gentle Dean and in comes the wild beast.”

  He stepped close to the side of the bed and stared down at her. “Does it bother you?”

  She bit her lip and shrugged. “It’s sort of sexy,” she whispered, as if admitting some deep, dark secret.

  Dean wanted to respond, but he was rendered mute when Catherine’s hands went to the smooth expanse of her belly. She massaged one palm over her skin, and Dean was mesmerized. Slowly, the hand moved upward, sliding over each breast, kneading and plumping them, then her head fell back as she pinched the raspberry tips. Dean trembled with barely leashed sexual energy. Did she know she was baiting a tiger with her little teasing show? Catherine slipped her delicate fingers over and around the fleshy orbs, and he went rock hard.

  “You don’t know what you’re doing, Catherine,” he ground out. “You really shouldn’t tempt me.”

  She opened her eyes at his words and smiled saucily, causing his gut to clench. “Well, you keep talking about wanting to go slow with me. That you want this to be sweet. I don’t need that tonight. I only need you. So very badly.”

  “What are you asking for, sweetheart? Tell me.”

  “You know,” Catherine said, her gaze narrowing in anger. “Don’t make me say the words.”

  Dean placed one fist on the bed and leaned close until they were nose to nose. “In here, in my bed, you say the words,” he demanded.

  He chin came up and fire lit her eyes. “Fine then,” she muttered. “Fuck me, Dean. I want you to fuck me, hard. I want you to send me to the moon.”

  Dean didn’t bother to respond. At once, he was on top of her, pulling her arms above her head and pinning her to the mattress. Catherine gasped and stiffened. Dean didn’t give an inch as he used a knee to push her supple thighs wide and rocked against her wet pussy. He felt her slowly relaxing beneath him. She squirmed a little, but when he lowered his head and sucked one stiff nipple into his mouth, Dean was rewarded by a deep moan from Catherine.

  Dean took his time, laving and suckling on one breast, then moving to the other. Then he did it all over again. Soon, he could feel her lower body lifting, grinding against his hips, seeking fulfillment. He lifted immediately and demanded, “You do not come until I allow it, Catherine.”

  “My body might not care if you allow it, Dean,” she replied, her voice breathless.

  “Mmm, your body knows who the boss is, though, sweetheart.”

  She swatted the back of his head. “Pretty arrogant, don’t you think?”

  He chuckled. “Not arrogant, just greedy. I don’t want some quick orgasm out of you. I want the mother of all orgasms.”

  She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. An orgasm is an orgasm.”

  “Give me a chance to prove you wrong there,” he said. “Do as I say. Exactly as I say.”

  She hesitated, her gaze searching his, before she smiled. “Seeing as how I have nothing to lose, I suppose it doesn’t hurt to submit.”

  “Good thinking,” he whispered as his gaze roamed over her tits, reddened from his five o’clock shadow, and he knew she was made for him. Only him. Dean took a few seconds to enjoy the sight of such a beautiful creature before he moved to his knees. He inched his way up her body until he straddled her face. “Suck my cock, Catherine,” he murmured. She licked her lips and stared at the head. When she closed her eyes tight, he had a feeling she was trying to take back control of the passion zipping back and forth between them. Dean wouldn’t let her. He wanted her to give herself to him completely.

  He took his cock in his fist and rubbed it over her lips, back and forth, drawing a bead of moisture to the bulbous tip. “Don’t you want a taste?”

  As she licked her lips, taking in the sticky fluid, Dean nearly shoved her lips open. When her hands grasped his buttocks and pulled him closer, a haze of lust covered his vision. Catherine’s gaze locked with his as she angled her head and sucked his dick into her hot little mouth.

  Nothing seemed to matter beyond the feel of her sweet lips wrapped around him so tightly, her tongue stroking him as if
he was her tasty treat.

  “Catherine.” Her name, thickly garbled, was all that emerged from his lips.

  She kept her eyes trained on his while he placed one large hand at the back of her head and pulled her farther onto him. Dean could feel the head of his dick at the back of her throat. She gagged a little, and he quickly pulled back. “Fuck, sorry,” he muttered.

  Catherine didn’t respond. She merely wrapped her lips around his dick again and hummed in pleasure. The vibrations moved over his entire length, driving him to the very brink. Having Catherine love him this way somehow seemed even more intimate than any other. She had the power to bring him to his knees, begging. Her hand came up and cupped his sac, squeezing gently, and Dean was forced to shut his eyes and concentrate on not coming too soon. He threw his head back on a groan as Catherine allowed her hands and mouth to play with him. Her tongue probed the slit in the tip, and her hand massaged his balls. If he wasn’t so anxious to taste hot pussy, he would’ve gladly let the pleasurable torture continue until he gave her a mouthful of his cream.

  He was both relieved and displeased when she slid her mouth backward and off him. “Kiss it,” he growled. When she obeyed, letting her lips give a loving kiss to his tip, Dean nearly came. She started to suck him in again, and Dean had to stop her with a gentle pull of her hair.

  “What? You didn’t like it?”

  “I fucking loved it,” he gritted out. “Too much.”

  When she smiled like the Cheshire cat, Dean silently vowed she would know the taste of his come. Soon, she would be drinking his hot seed. For now, he wanted to feel the tight clutch of her pussy with his lips and tongue. He wanted her tangy juice coating his mouth and chin.

  13

  Catherine couldn’t think straight, could barely breathe as Dean moved to lie on top of her and pressed his lips to the pulse in her neck. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned, digging her fingers into his mass of dark hair to hold him firm while he suckled her skin. She ached to feel those lips and that tongue lower. So much lower.

  As if she’d spoken the thought aloud, Dean inched downward, touching off several spasms as he went. When his tongue flicked over one hard nipple, Catherine nearly shot off the bed. She forgot her misgivings. All her worries about what a huge mistake she was making vanished. Her body only craved Dean’s touch. It’d been so long since she’d let herself go. Since she’d tossed caution to the wind. And it’d been way too long since she’d derived any real pleasure from a man.

  With slow, sweeping movements, designed to drive her wild no doubt, Dean ran his tongue back and forth over her areola, then he sucked her nipple into his warm mouth and savored it. He hummed in satisfaction, and the raspy vibration of his voice tormented her oversensitive skin further. His hands on either side of her body effectively pinned her to the bed. She was surrounded by his lethal strength, and she reveled in it.

  While he switched to her other breast, Catherine marveled at his patience; he appeared to have great stores of it. Dean seemed to be settling in for a Thanksgiving feast with the way he laved at her skin and toyed with all her hot spots.

  As she urged him lower with a tug on his hair, Dean obliged by moving his loving torture south. Her body knew what was coming and reacted with a flow of moisture to her pussy. God, every inch of her seemed ready for him to take her.

  “Please, Dean,” she shamelessly begged.

  A grunt was her only indication that he’d even heard her plea. Every inch of skin he encountered received a kiss until by the time he had reached his destination, Catherine was on fire.

  He sat back on his haunches and stared down at her naked body. “You’re beautiful, you know.”

  She could barely think, let alone speak. A quivery “thank you” was all she could muster.

  Dean passed a hand over his face and grumbled, “Damn it. Wade’s right, I never should’ve touched you. I should’ve kept my distance. You’re way too nice for someone like me.”

  Okay, that brought her back to reality. Catherine reached down and smoothed a palm over his thick hair. “You aren’t exactly a loser, Dean. And I’m not here against my will either.”

  Dean cupped her mound in his palm. “Whatever,” he said, “All I know is I’m not stopping now.”

  “Thank goodness for that.” She tried to maintain her cool composure, but when his middle finger found its way through her curls and sank all the way to the knuckle inside her heat, she gave up any pretense of control over her own body.

  “Mmm, just look at you.” He groaned. “This hot, wet pussy needs to come, and I’m going to seriously enjoy hearing you scream when you do.”

  When a second finger joined the first, Catherine succumbed to the passion riding her body. Her hips began to move, matching his pumping rhythm, and her blood flowed hot in her veins. Dean thrust his fingers in and out several times. Catherine moaned. When he brought both digits all the way out, she wanted to beg him to come back, but her words died in her throat as she watched him suck her juices off.

  “Tangy,” he whispered. “And so damn delicious.”

  As he spread her legs wider and dipped his head between her thighs, teasing her clit with his tongue, Catherine arched upward and cried out his name.

  “Fuck, yeah, sweetheart,” he mumbled against her mound, then all at once Dean was there, holding her down with an arm over her stomach, while he sipped at her pussy.

  Catherine writhed under his pleasurable assault, but when his tongue dipped in and out, she was swept into a different plane of existence. He suckled her clit and she lost control, bucking wildly beneath him. Dean nibbled and flicked it several times with the tip of his tongue until Catherine burst apart, shouting out her orgasm as her come flowed into his mouth.

  Neither of them moved for several seconds after her orgasm ended, as little aftershocks kept her on the very edge.

  When Dean lifted his head, Catherine heard him curse. Her eyes drifted open and their gazes met. “You’re so damn hot,” he growled.

  Catherine couldn’t respond, didn’t know how. No one had ever said something so sexy to her. The words were short and succinct, but it was all Dean and she loved it. As Dean swept his rough palms over her breasts, praising her body with his touches, Catherine climbed the cliff of desire all over again. Her legs trembled and her pussy throbbed for Dean’s touch.

  He moved and grabbed a condom. After he ripped the wrapper and rolled it down his thick erection, he covered her with his large, powerful frame. “Wrap those silky legs around my waist, pretty Catherine.” She immediately complied, lifting and bringing them closer together. “That’s good,” Dean said against the shell of her ear. She felt him inch his way into her tight heat. He moved slowly at first, a little at a time to allow her body to become accustomed to his size, until he was fully imbedded inside her pussy.

  “Oh, God,” she groaned.

  He stilled, every muscle going rigid. “Too much?”

  “No!” Catherine tightened her legs around his waist, keeping him firmly inside her. “Please don’t stop now. You feel . . .” Catherine left the statement hanging, unable to describe the incredible pleasure-pain of his cock stretching and filling her.

  “No way in hell,” he promised, as he moved gently in and out. “Son of a bitch, you feel good. So tight and hot,” he said, then he moved back, sitting on his heels. “Lift up for me. I want to suck your nipples.”

  Catherine pushed herself upward and wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from falling back to the bed. Now she was practically sitting in Dean’s lap, his cock seated deep. When Dean leaned forward and sucked one peak then the other, Catherine surrendered and smashed her tits against his face. Dean bit her nipple and laved at each one with slow precision, deriving several whimpers from her.

  “Reach down and make yourself come,” he quietly ordered. “Do it now, sweetheart. I won’t have the control to hold myself back much longer.”

  Catherine rose up and down on his shaft, fucking him slowly, leisurely, then she
slipped her right hand between their bodies and began playing with her clitoris, flicking and tugging the swollen button over and over. As her orgasm began to build, Dean pulled out all the way, then he wrapped his hands around her waist and shoved her onto his engorged length once more. “Yeah, that’s what I need. God, I love the way your body wraps around my dick. So tight. So mine.”

  Catherine’s blood raced and her legs tightened around his hips as she continued to rub and pump her clit. Once. Twice. Her pussy clenched. It was too much. It was all she needed, all she could take. Throbs turned to spasms as Catherine moaned and threw her head backward, coming apart and shattering into a million pieces once more. Dean was right there with her as he shouted her name and found his own release. Hot come filled the condom as his cock pulsed and emptied into her limp body.

  By the time Dean loosened his hold on her, Catherine had come back to earth. He placed a kiss to her forehead and cheeks, and Catherine melted a little more. “You’re amazing,” he said as he took hold of her head on both sides. “You make me crazy.”

  Catherine didn’t know how to respond. Crazy didn’t seem so much like a good thing to her. And she was too exhausted to bother removing herself from Dean’s firm embrace. She wanted to ask him to explain his statement, but she just couldn’t muster the strength.

  Instead she opted to kiss him. He quickly took over, slipping his tongue into her mouth and angling her head for a better fit. His hands sifted through her hair and held her still for his intimate invasion. Catherine tasted his warmth and masculinity. It was a flavor she wanted on her tongue over and over again. She was afraid she would crave his flavor now.

  Lifting away, his hands still wrapped in her hair, Dean said, “What you do to me . . . it’s not like anything else. I don’t know what it is, and putting my feelings into words is sort of foreign to me. All I know is that it’s unique.”

  Was Dean saying he cared for her? Catherine was much too afraid to hope, so instead she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Sex, Dean. It was great, but is it really any more than that?”