Saks crushed her lips again and teased her with his tongue so that they parted. It smashed into hers, utterly possessing her mouth.
Chrissy’s heart hammered in her chest. “Fine,” she said, and handed him her keys. Sobriety hit her as she buckled her seatbelt in the passenger side of the Cadillac when she glanced at the handsome dark-haired man. As he purposefully started the car, she had a moment of panic as she realized he was practically a stranger. But he reached her thigh with his hand and stroked the inside of it as he drove, and she melted again.
“You are so fucking hot,” he whispered. “I never do this.”
“What do you mean?” Her breath caught in her throat.
“Take a woman to my apartment. So, don’t comment on the mess. I wasn’t prepared for this.”
For some strange reason that reassured her, though she reflected it shouldn’t. She didn’t know him at all.
How bad could he be? He saved me from those Hispanic bikers. But in her heart, she knew her reasoning was faulty. It hit her that she was enjoying this moment of the forbidden, of the danger of the promise of sex with a stranger. She wanted this. Screw her parents, grandpa, and all their obligations and expectations. She needed thrill. Her own kind.
He drove in to the parking lot of a red brick complex and led her past the courtyard to a first-floor apartment in the middle of the building.
He keyed open the lock, took her hand, and pulled her in.
There was no opportunity to inspect Saks’ housekeeping, because as soon as he shut the door he had her in his arms again. Only this time his kisses were more urgent and demanding. And while every bone in her melted against his sexy body, she pulled back a moment.
“I want this,” she panted. “I just...I’m not sure...”
He moved to her neck and his warm tongue pressed again her, making her moan. “Tell me...” he whispered hotly as he teased her, “when to...stop...Promise...to stop.”
She sighed as she dropped her head back to give him more access. “More first,” she said hoarsely.
He moved them so her back was against the door. His hand found her knee and his callused skin scraped teasingly as he moved up her inner thigh. He slid his fingers between her legs. His thumb massaged the flesh around her clit through her panties. “Too much?” he growled as his lips found her ear.
“More.” Chrissy’s breath caught in her throat even as fire spread through her core. Wet heat soaked through her panties and her arousal hit her nose. She groaned when he bent his head and nipped through the fabric of her dress. Another moan escaped her lips when he deliberately pulled her dress off and had her standing in her panties and bra.
The hunger in his eyes burned through her. His eyes never left her face. He leaned forward and unhooked her bra with one hand. Her nipples formed hardened pebbles as her breasts sprang out of their lacy cage and hit the cool air. He growled, and the throaty sound reverberated through her body.
Saks sucked a nipple into his mouth and teased the sensitive tip with his tongue.
Another whine escaped from her, and she thrust her hips against his hand still teasing her through the damp satin. A wave of desire swept over her to give him every pleasure at her command.
Hands shaking with need, she unlatched the button of his jeans then pulled the zipper. She pushed him back with her hand, and he looked at her with confusion. Chrissy smiled slyly and slid to her knees, pulling his jeans down his muscled legs. She grinned even wider when she saw he was wearing no underwear. She licked her lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock.
The male scent of him entered her nostrils as she swirled his tip with her tongue. His musk intoxicated her, throwing her lust into overdrive. With one hand she stroked his cock; the other she pushed into her panties and rocked on the tips of her fingers, jolting tingles of pleasure through her body.
“Chrissy...” Saks was obviously watching her and it made him harder. One hand, or fist, pounded the door. “Please...wait...” he panted. He put his hands on either side of her face, staring at her with smoldering half-lidded eyes. He was so fucking sexy, and Chrissy thought she’d never wanted a man so much as in
this moment.
“Oh fuck,” he said. “Woman, you do that so good.”
Encouraged, Chrissy took more of his shaft in her mouth, holding it open to encourage him to go deeper. His breathing sped up as he moved in and out. She loved it, and reveled in the sensation of his cock hard on her tongue. Chrissy had never understood women who disliked fellatio. It was an act that required trust and sensitivity of both partners. Saks not pushing her more than she could handle told her a lot about the man he was. And she liked what she was discovering.
“Damn,” said Saks, pulling away.
“Oh, baby,” she said. “I wanted to finish you.”
“And another time I’d let you. But tonight, I want as much of you as I can get.” He pulled her upright and crushed his lips to hers. He kicked off his shoes, then his jeans, and walked backwards, making her follow. He pushed open a door behind him. In the dim light of the security lights from outside, she saw a shape of a bed.
“Oh,” she teased. “Taking me into your lair, I see.”
With a laugh, he swept her off her feet and turned toward the bed, carefully setting her on it. Without waiting for a word from her, he slid her shoes off. He stared for a minute at the spiked heels, but then dropped them. “Another time,” he muttered. He pulled her by her knees to edge.
He pushed apart her legs and kissed her mound while breathing deeply.