her tug the skirt the rest of the way up, and work her tights back down, baring herself from hips to upper thighs.
He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her. “You are gorgeous. I’ve got to get inside you.”
“That might be difficult from that angle.”
“My cock is just going to have to wait in line.”
Her hips thrust reflexively. “Touch me. Please.”
“Thanks, I think I will,” he said, smiling wickedly as he again reached between her thighs.
He toyed with her clit for a moment, making the world tremble, bringing an orgasm to within tasting distance. While it rattled and thrummed through her, he slipped between the lips of her sex. She was drenched and ready, and his finger slid easily into her sensitive channel.
“Mmm,” she said, closing her eyes and dropping her head back as he pleasured her.
“You are so tight. So wet for me.”
“I got wet the minute you made that sun-coming-up comment.”
“Thought it made you wonder if the world would end.”
“I’m wondering that now—because if you don’t make me come, I think it just might.”
Masculine laughter rumbled from him as he moved his thumb to her clit and stroked it again. His long fingers pleasured her deep within, and his gentle swirling motion around her clit brought her up higher and higher, even as tension and stormy heat pooled lower and lower.
“Yes, Chaz,” she groaned, torn between utter pleasure and a tension that was almost painful. She needed release desperately, and knew it was just a few breaths away.
As if sensing she was so close, he stepped over in front of her and caught her mouth in a hot kiss. Plunging his tongue deep, he stroked her right to the edge of the abyss, until she was almost sobbing against his lips.
“Please,” she begged. “I need...oh, yes,” she groaned as he gave her the right amount of pressure to send her soaring.
Her hips thrusting helplessly, Lulu gasped as waves of delight washed through her, to the top of her head, to the soles of her feet. Not one molecule was unaffected as she pulsed with satisfaction, and she wanted to cry at how good it felt. She couldn’t remember coming so hard before in her entire life. If he could work such magic with his hand, she couldn’t even fathom what he would do with his mouth, or with that powerful hard-on pressing against her middle.
Collapsing against him, still savoring his kiss, meeting every delicious thrust of his tongue, she tried to bring herself back down from the incredible high he’d provided.
Easing his lips from hers, he kissed his way down her throat, tasting her skin, sucking gently, biting lightly. He ended up at her breasts. Plumping one in his hand, he covered the tip with his mouth and sucked, hard. More heat sluiced through her, as if she hadn’t just had a limb-weakening orgasm. Every inch of her that wasn’t already on fire got that way immediately.
“These are beautiful,” he told her, moving to pay attention to her other breast, suckling one nipple while he tweaked and caressed the other.
She kept her head back, her eyes closed, loving the moisture and heat of his lips and the stroke of his fingers. Her nipples were so sensitive, every pull of his mouth on her breast was echoed between her thighs. Her clit was pebble-hard again, and she was right on the edge of spilling into another climax.
“I think that’s enough for now.”
“You think so, do you?” she asked, twining her fingers in his hair.
“Yeah. That took the edge off. Let’s let it build up again on the way back to my place.”
Fiend. She was so wound up, that first orgasm might have happened a week ago.
Kissing his way up to her face, he stared down at her and gently helped her put her skirt and tights into place again. He left her bustier open so he could continue to play with her breasts, both building the pleasure and denying release with every firm yet gentle caress.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m not sure my legs work anymore.”
“I promised I’d carry you. You held up your end of the bargain. I’ll hold up mine.”
She didn’t doubt he could. Perhaps being a world-traveling adventurer equipped him to carry a girl for blocks down a dark, windswept street, after he’d fingered her into oblivion.
“Give me a sec to recover,” she told him, not ready to go back out into the cold night and surrender their private—but oh-so-public—chamber. “Finish checking your balance.”
He chuckled lightly. “I definitely can’t remember my pin now. I’m not sure I can remember my name. That was something to see.”
He looked as pleased and cocky as a man who’d made a woman come in under two minutes with just his fingers should look. And while it had been her pleasure to oblige him—most definitely—she also wanted him just as crazed and lost to sensual delight as she had been. “Maybe I can help you remember the number.”
“Oh?”
“Sure. Go back over there and put your hands on the keys.” She licked her lips. “And keep them there.”
He didn’t appear to understand at first, but he did as she ordered, stepping into place again and eyeing the machine. “Hmm. Deposit or withdrawal? Or just the balance check?”
“How about ninety minutes of serious deposits and withdrawals,” she said. Her smile impish, she added, “Especially if you have a lot to deposit?”
“Find out for yourself.”
Unable to wait, she did just that, reaching out to stroke the tented front of his pants. Feeling the massive erection straining against his zipper, she melted, the last bit of strength draining out of her legs. Sliding down the wall, she didn’t stop until she sat on the backs of her calves.
Which was a very nice position to be in, indeed.
“What are you...”
“Let me see if I can help jog your memory, and, uh, take your edge off at the same time,” she said, gazing up at him with wanton sweetness. “Maybe if you relax and don’t think too hard about anything, the number will pop right into your mind.”
He watched her, looking surprised and excited as she edged between him and the wall, directly below the machine, out of the camera’s prying eye. Kneeling face-level with his groin, she grasped his zipper and carefully lowered it, her hand trembling as she acknowledged just how big he was.
“You aren’t seriously...”
“Oh, yes, I am,” she whispered, moving closer so she could brush her open mouth against the cotton of his tight boxer briefs. She exhaled and then pressed her tongue there, wetting the fabric, tasting the heat and musk of him.
“God almighty,” he said, dropping a hand to tangle it in her hair. “Your mouth has been driving me crazy since the moment you smiled at me.”
“Did you picture me using it on you...here?”
He groaned as she pressed her lips to the straining cotton again. “Not in the very first ten seconds after I saw you.”
“Fifteen?”
“Maybe twenty,” he admitted with a boyish grin.
Her laugh was sultry. “Points for honesty. So what did you think about for the first nineteen?”
The rough pad of a thumb scraped her bottom lip. “I thought about kissing you. Tasting you. Swallowing that smile. I figured somebody with a smile like that was somebody I needed to get to know. It brightens a room.”
She swallowed hard, trying not to react too strongly