IOU Sex Part 5

He liked when I left prim-and-proper Fiona behind and got dirty in the bedroom. One of the many things he'd taught me about great s.e.x.

"You're so warm and wet," he said. "So f.u.c.king tight." I squeezed his c.o.c.k with my inner muscles and he let out a low growl. "Careful. I'd like to make this last a little longer."

I smiled, liking how hot I made him. Me. Fiona Carlisle. I leaned forward and kissed him. His hands swept over my a.s.s and cupped the cheeks. He thrust a little harder and a littler faster, his c.o.c.k stroking my p.u.s.s.y, hitting all the right spots.

Dragging my mouth from his, I said, "You know how I like it." My hips rocked in time with his.

"Yeah, I do." He rolled me onto my back in one swift move, our bodies still joined.

He repositioned himself, hooking the undersides of my knees with his forearms and spreading me wide. On his knees for extra leverage, his hips jerked forward and back, pushing his c.o.c.k deep into my p.u.s.s.y before pulling out slightly and plunging back in.

Hard and fast. Precisely how I wanted it.

Everything inside me lit up like a pinball machine about to hit a high score. I palmed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, squeezing and pushing them together. Then I played with my nipples, rolling and pinching their hard tips as he f.u.c.ked me.

"Christ," he groaned again. "Watching you makes me even harder."

"You like when I touch myself," I said as one of my hands slid down my belly to my mound. I rubbed my c.l.i.t with the pads of two fingers, setting a fast pace that matched the bucking of his hips.

"Come with me inside you."

I was already close. He f.u.c.ked me with a bit more gusto, thrusting deep into my wet c.u.n.t. I couldn't quite keep up with him. As though he knew this, he brushed aside my fingers, replacing them with his.

I let out a sharp breath of air as he rubbed my c.l.i.t with more pressure than I'd applied, more determined to get me off. I palmed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s again as the tension built inside me.

"Yes," I mumbled. "Oh, yes. Just like that."

He jolted my body with his quick thrusts and I raised my hips to meet each erotic blow.

"Harder," I said as the wave of sensation rose. "f.u.c.k me harder."

He stopped rubbing my c.l.i.t and instead cupped my a.s.s cheeks with both hands. Holding me steady, he hammered into me, driving me wild. Making me lose all control.

"Yes, yes, yes." It felt better than I'd remembered. Better than anything I'd ever experienced. "Oh, G.o.d. I'm going to come."

He let out another primal growl.

"f.u.c.k my p.u.s.s.y. f.u.c.k me hard," I said.

"G.o.dd.a.m.n."

A couple more quick thrusts were all it took for me. The wave crested and slammed into me, making me cry out. "Michael!"

He continued pumping in and out of me as my c.u.n.t milked his c.o.c.k. The intense sensations kept my arousal at its peak.

"That is so good," I said in a breathless voice.

A few moments later, his hips jerked a bit more forcefully. He grunted. His body tensed and then convulsed as his c.o.c.k surged inside me. "Oh, f.u.c.k, yeah," he said as he came. "Jesus."

I clutched him tight, hoping to prolong his o.r.g.a.s.m. Give him as much pleasure as he gave me.

He let go of my a.s.s and rested an elbow next to my hip. "That's it," he whispered in my ear. "Squeeze my c.o.c.k."

His other hand returned to my c.l.i.t. He rubbed the sensitive knot slowly as his hips rocked in a languid pace. The fireworks went off inside me, sparking another o.r.g.a.s.m that hit me as he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it.

"Michael." My fingers gripped his biceps. I held on tight as my back arched and my c.u.n.t continued to clench and release his thick shaft.

He always gave me that last one. When I caught my breath, I said, "Show off."

He chuckled, his Scotch-laced breath teasing my nipple, keeping it taut. His tongue flicked over it and my stomach flipped.

"That was amazing."

"Always is with you," he said.

"You're the one who did all the work."

"Hardly." He slowly withdrew from me, groaning as he did. "Felt like you weren't going to give me up."

"It's with much reluctance." Already, I felt a void. I still wanted him. Kissing me, making love to me, saying s.e.xy things to me.

With a sigh over how much that complicated things, I dragged my legs over the side of the bed and stood shakily. Laughing, I said, "You made me weak in the knees."

"Serves you right for being so thickheaded."

I gave a little half snort. "Please. You'd have been bored with me a long time ago if I weren't so difficult."

"Not with that tight p.u.s.s.y of yours," he said. I glanced at him over my shoulder and he winked.

"Such a flirt." I shook my head as I ducked into the bathroom and tidied up.

I was washing my hands when he came in. He stripped off the condom, washed his own hands at the double vanity and gargled a little mouthwash. After he spit it out, he lifted his head and caught me staring at him in the mirror. He grinned. My stomach fluttered.

He straightened and, without saying a word, clasped my hips with his hands and lifted me onto the countertop. He spread my legs and knelt on the floor between them. My breath caught as his fingers opened me and his tongue flicked over my c.l.i.t, again and again. So very wicked!

I positioned my hands behind me, on the counter, to steady myself. He licked my p.u.s.s.y and suckled my c.l.i.t. Clearly, I was destined for an abundance of s.e.xual bliss this evening.

"Christ, that feels so good," I told him.

He worked a finger into my p.u.s.s.y. I lifted my hips slightly off the counter as he finger-f.u.c.ked me while continuing to flick his tongue over my c.l.i.t.

"Michael," I whispered. My head fell back on my shoulders. My nipples were hard again, a p.r.i.c.kly sensation dancing around the areolas and tight buds. "I'm going to come again."

He stroked me a little faster, inside and out. The climax that burst inside me made my hips jerk and a sharp cry fall from my lips.

I barely had a moment to catch my breath when he withdrew from me, dragged me off the counter and then whirled me around to face the mirror.

"Look at how stunning you are," he murmured in my ear.

I didn't know what to say. My reflection revealed a woman with rosy cheeks and slightly swollen lips. Mussed hair and sparkly eyes. Whatever he saw, I was grateful he liked it. The desire in his soft blue gaze made my heart stutter.

"You have to embrace this side of you, Fiona. This free bird you've become. See how special you are inside and out, so that you can walk into that party tomorrow-and every other family event from now on-with your head held high. Knowing you are the person you want to be."

I had to fight back the tears again. Not to mention the rush of emotion he so easily evoked. I stared at Michael in the mirror and wondered if I hadn't just fallen a little bit in love with him.

Chapter Six.

We showered and then ordered Chinese after our stint in the bathroom. I wore Michael's white b.u.t.ton-down shirt, and he had on his faded Levi's. Nothing else. He was d.a.m.n s.e.xy. His hair was a damp, tousled mess he didn't bother straightening when he answered the door and collected our food delivery. I poured fresh c.o.c.ktails and we settled on the sofa again, the fire still burning in the hearth.

"I wonder why Chinese is such a great after-s.e.x meal," I mused as I dug my chopsticks into the chicken chow mein. We were curled up on the couch together with a half-dozen white boxes spread out before us on the coffee table.

He said, "Probably because you can order a ton of it and not look like a pig. Stick it in the fridge after each round and it just gets better each time you heat it up."

"f.u.c.k, eat. f.u.c.k, eat. f.u.c.k, eat. Nice pattern."

"Good way to burn off the calories too. I'd rather have s.e.x with you than hit the gym any day of the week."

I smiled. "And I absolutely cannot afford to put on any weight tonight. The dress I bought for the party will reveal every extra ounce."

"Describe it to me."

I finished chewing and said, "Red and clingy. Short, short hem. Off the shoulder. Low dip in the bust area. Very provocative."

He whistled under his breath. "Sounds like a hot number. You're not pulling any punches tomorrow, are you?"

I shrugged. "Can you blame me?"

"I still can't believe you're going."

"Well, I am. And so are you. You promised." We resumed eating until I wanted the duck. "Ready to switch?"

We exchanged boxes of food. Funny how we had these little rituals. I'd never thought much about it, but he'd known exactly what Chinese food to order tonight without having to ask. He'd opened a bottle of Chardonnay earlier, knowing my favorite type. He knew what drove me wild in bed. Knew my family. Knew my drama.

All of this made my heart constrict. He knew me better than anyone. I tried not to dwell on that fact, though. I still wasn't sure what was happening between us tonight, and I wasn't ready for further exploration.

Instead, I said, "Tell me about this last road trip. Where'd you go?"

He set aside the chow mein and reached for his drink. "Pacific Northwest. I rode the coast up to Seattle. Took photos of Oregon and Washington. I considered riding up to Vancouver, but this book showcases American sights only."

He liked to take pictures of well-known landmarks, parks and monuments, but his specialty was off-the-beaten path landscapes. He found the most interesting and breathtaking natural features all over the world.

"How long before you have the book wrapped up?"

"Couple of months. I'm toying with what to do for my next book, once this one's out of my hands and with the publisher. Likely a trek through New Zealand."

"Sounds exciting. I hear there's amazing scenery there."

"After that, it's Italy. I'm boning up on the language."

Frowning, I said, "Those sound like very long trips."

"Wanna go with me?"

I laughed. He didn't.

He crooked a brow at me and asked again, "Wanna go with me?"

"Michael," I said, giving him an incredulous look. "I have a company to run."

Not to mention, spending several weeks in New Zealand or Italy was definitely not something just friends did.

He gave a nonchalant shrug, apparently undeterred by my excuse. "You haven't taken a vacation all year. You could probably use a break."

He had me there. Still, there was that other matter to consider. "You really think we'd get along, traveling with each other for extensive periods of time?"

He grinned. "We'd be great together."

My eyes narrowed. "Did you have a near-death experience on your road trip? You're acting very strange."

He set his Scotch on the coffee table, along with my box of half-eaten duck. He stretched out on the cushions, with me between his legs, my back resting against his chest. His arms wrapped around me, and he slowly unb.u.t.toned the shirt I wore.

"Take this into consideration," he whispered in my ear in his ultras.e.xy voice.

He pulled the material of the shirt apart and firmly palmed my bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Liquid fire flowed through my veins as he ma.s.saged and kneaded, then toyed with the hard nipples.

"Michael," I whispered back. My p.u.s.s.y suddenly ached for him again.

"You and me," he said in a low voice, "exploring different countries by day. Getting naked with each other by night."

His fingers tugged lightly on my tight nipples. I moaned.

One of his hands slid down to my bare mound. His fingertips stroked my p.u.s.s.y lips as his tongue flicked my earlobe.

"Think about it. Next summer. It could be one h.e.l.l of a good time."

"Too far off to think about right now," I said, taking the easy way out. "I'm more interested in the good time we're having tonight."

He chuckled. "You like this, don't you?"

"Mm. Very much."

The pads of his fingers targeted my c.l.i.t, rubbing slowly until my hips started to gyrate. He picked up the tempo. His other hand alternately ma.s.saged my breast and teased the nipple.