Her eyes widened. “I—”
Nope. Two could play these games.
“I shouldn’t have said that.” I shook my head, dropping my gaze to my feet so she wouldn’t see me fighting a smile. “It was totally—”
“Oh my God.” She stomped one heel-clad foot. “You’re totally fucking with me.”
My eyes darted up, clashing with the bright blue of hers. “Yes.” A beat. “I’d rather be fucking you, though.” I slid my arm around her waist, fingers slipping just underneath the hem of her shirt. “If that’s something you’re still interested in.”
“The fucking me? Or the fucking with each other?”
I nipped her throat. “The first.”
“Interested,” she murmured. “But this can only be for one night.”
I paused, not sure I’d be willing to settle for just a single night with the most interesting woman I’d ever met.
She pulled back, glanced up into my eyes. “Deal?”
“Deal.” I’d worry about the one-time thing later.
A smile curved my lips as I reached for the top button on her blouse, flicking it open to reveal a tempting triangle of pale flesh. Dropping my head, I pressed a kiss there then dropped my fingers to the next, slipping it through the buttonhole. Another kiss to silken skin before moving through the rest, peeling the pale pink silk wide open to reveal a soft stomach and a nude bra.
Not lace, not particularly revealing.
Still containing the hottest set of tits I’d ever seen.
I fell to my knees, darted my tongue out to taste her belly button, letting it drift up to tease the sensitive skin just beneath her breasts. Which was the point she let her arms fall, the shirt dropping from her shoulders to tangle around her wrists.
Perfect.
I gripped those wrists, holding them captive then used my other hand to nudge up her bra and suck one pink nipple into my mouth. Sweet like honey. Spicy like pepper. The sunshine was absent, mostly because I had absolutely no clue as to what it actually tasted like.
Artie jerked when my lips hit that tight little bud, flexing against my grip before pushing herself closer. “More,” she groaned.
I preferred to give direction, but I could damn well take it in this situation.
Releasing her arms and yanking the shirt off, I continued working that sensitive nub, pulling on it deeply, using my tongue and teeth, learning what she preferred, what made her cry out, what made her squirm against me.
“Enough,” she said, trying to pull back, but I simply swept her up into my arms, walking down the hall as I slammed my mouth down onto hers.
As far as first kisses went, it was out of order, tasting her mouth after her breasts, but damn if I was going to regret having her nipples on my tongue. Still, I’d been intending on finding a horizontal surface as quickly as possible, but her lips meeting mine, her tongue and teeth meeting me stroke for stroke and nip for nip, froze me in place.
Or rather, it had me twisting and pinning her against the wall, shoving myself between her legs as she spread them wide, grinding my cock against her center.
She yanked at my shirt, fumbling with the buttons.
Distantly, I heard a few plinks as the round plastic circles hit the hardwood floor, but I couldn’t summon the energy to care that Artie had probably just ruined the one nice shirt I owned. Yes, I’d directed a few films, two of which were considered box office successes, but the pay from them had been shit.
Though, I’d recently been offered a few new jobs with good paychecks.
The money just hadn’t hit my account as of yet.
But Artie didn’t care about my one good shirt or my paycheck, she was scrabbling at the material covering my chest, and the sexy mewling noises she was making in the back of her throat had my cock twitching.
Control.
But also . . . I needed to be inside her.
Eventually, I used my hips to pin her firmly against the wall so I could tear off my shirt and toss it to the floor.
“Fucking finally,” she murmured, running her hands over the planes of my chest, almost reverently. At least until she slightly dug her nails in, making heat burst out from my chest, arrowing straight to my groin and making my head spin. “Mouth. Now.”
She didn’t say where, and I had my own plans.
I took her lips in a kiss that had us both groaning and arching against each other, her legs convulsing, her hips tilting and gyrating. I ground against her, eventually breaking for air, but using the opportunity to kiss my way along her jaw, down her throat, nipping at her collarbones. Gently, I lowered her legs to the ground, making sure she was steady on her heels before kneeling and reaching for the button on her slacks.
Her hands stopped mine.
“No?” I asked.
“Hell, yes,” she murmured. “But these heels aren’t exactly for standing. Help me take them off?”
I was torn between asking why the hell she was wearing shoes that weren’t adequate for standing and shrugging off the intricacies of the feminine mind so I could get my mouth on her pussy.
I took option two, lifting one foot then the other and tugging off her shoes.
This time when I returned to the button on her slacks, she didn’t stop me, just arched her back slightly and shimmied her hips so the material fell to the floor.
My mouth went dry.
Lace. It didn’t match the bra, but the turquoise was skimpy and see-through, and the glimpse I got of her pussy through the flimsy fabric was enough to have white edging my vision.
I had to get my tongue in there.
One swift movement had the underwear at her ankles, another and it went sailing in the direction of her heels.
Artie didn’t shy, didn’t hesitate. She just spread her thighs and gave me pink, glistening folds.
White haze turned red, and I dove at her.
Three
Artie
Youth had its perks.
Boundless energy, eager tongues, fingers that—
Pierce pressed the flat of his tongue to my clit, and I about shot out of my skin, but by the time I’d opened my mouth to tell him to go easy, he’d already gentled his strokes, slowing down and coaxing me back up, edging me toward a peak I knew would be the most intense I’d ever experienced.
Slow and steady. Then fast and hard. Teasing then almost too much. And yet I was spiraling up, progressively climbing that precipice.
One finger teased my entrance, circling and gently probing then sliding up to stroke just beneath my clit. It was the most coordinated—and pleasurable—experience of my life, having every bit of Pierce’s focus directed at me.
I saw the director in him, the way he was able to reduce the world down to a single focal point, capturing my reactions, putting them together with his actions to create something that was intense and fulfilling, and . . . the best fucking sexual experience of my life.
That teasing finger slipped back down, but instead of teasing, it slid home. The abrupt invasion made me cry out, my hips arching forward—
Right into Pierce’s mouth.
He sucked my clit, worked his finger, and . . .
I exploded.
Pleasure spiraled out of my center and tore through my limbs, sparking flames through my nerves, making my mind haze over, my knees go weak. And he kept working me, wringing every drop of pleasure out of me until I was a limp mess cuddling against his chest, both of us collapsed on the hardwood floor.