Tempt me, p.10
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       Tempt Me, p.10

         Part #2 of One Night with Sole Regret series by Olivia Cunning
 
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  to pressure him now. She had to put her conditions all out on the table. Let him know exactly what she wanted. “I want to be with you, Adam, I do. I can’t even express how much I want to be with you. I just . . . ” She licked her lips, her mouth impossibly dry all of a sudden. She pushed forward with what she had to say. “I love you, but I can’t be with someone who sleeps around on me or even tries to sleep around.” God, it was hard to think she might have to give him up when she’d just heard him speak the words she never thought he’d say to her. “If you can’t be mine alone, I can’t be with you at all.”

  She took a deep breath and waited.

  He gazed into her eyes for seconds that felt like days.

  “I can be faithful to you, Madison. I will be. It won’t even be a challenge. Do you believe me?”

  How could she not when he looked at her with such promise? And love. Overcome with emotion, she blinked back tears. Adam loved her. He pledged to be faithful to her. And he loved her. He loved her.

  Even more baffling, she believed him. Believed in him. Believed in them. She didn’t have to let him go after tonight. He was hers. All hers.

  “I do,” she said.

  His eyes widened, and then he chuckled. “Now let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.”

  She flushed. “I wasn’t thinking marriage I-dos or anything,” she said. “I meant, I do believe you. I do believe you’ll be faithful. I do believe we can make this work.”

  He squeezed her against him so tightly, she could scarcely draw breath. “We’ll make it work,” he said. “We have to. I can’t live without you.”

  Face buried in his strong chest, Madison inhaled his scent, drawing it deep into her lungs. She wished more of him were within her. Wished all of him were within her. She wanted to be as close to him as physically possible. “Can we take that bath now?” she asked hopefully.

  He laughed and released her just enough to gaze down into her eyes. “I do stink, don't I?”

  She shook her head. “That's not why. I like the way you smell.” She pictured him with his ink-decorated skin all exposed, and her nipples tightened in anticipation. “I just want an excuse to get naked with you.”

  He smiled and touched the tip of his nose to hers. “You don’t need an excuse.”

  He reached behind her and unfastened her bra with practiced ease. He stripped the garment from her body and gazed down at her exposed breasts. “Beautiful.” He sank down and sucked her nipple into his hot mouth, rubbing the sensitive tip with his tongue. She fisted her hands in his thick hair and allowed her head to drop back in wonder. He released her nipple with a loud sucking sound and turned his attention to her other breast. Fingers of pleasure licked through her breasts, down her quivering belly and to the juncture between her thighs. Her pussy tightened with need.

  “Oh God, Adam, I need your cock inside me.”

  “Mmm,” he murmured around her breast. She pulled at his shirt until he released her throbbing nipple and stood straight. He helped her remove the sweat-damp garment and tossed it on the back of the sofa. Madison stared at his bare chest, tracing the heavy, dark lines of his tattoos with her fingertips. Something about the ink decorating his skin always got her blood pumping.

  “Adam?” she whispered.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Why aren’t you naked yet?”

  He laughed. “I thought you needed to talk.”

  “I did,” she said, reaching for his belt. “But now I need what’s in here.”

  Her fingers trembled as she unfastened his pants and jerked them down over his hips. Her pussy clenched at the sight of his rising cock. It wasn’t nearly hard enough for what she craved. She sank to her knees and captured his shaft between her palms before caressing its sensitive tip, with the flat of her tongue. He groaned and placed his hands on the crown of her head.

  Thumbs stroking the ridge on the underside of his thickening erection, Madison trailed sucking kisses in a circle along the rim of his cockhead. His hips rocked rhythmically as she teased him. Her tongue flicked over the tip and then she blew a hot breath over the moisture left behind. She licked. Kissed. Rubbed. Purposely didn’t suck.

  “Madison,” he whispered brokenly. “Please.”

  He tried to thrust into her mouth, but she turned her head and his cock brushed against her cheek. She moved one hand aside so she could lick and kiss her way up his shaft from the thick base to the slightly upturned tip. He tightened his grip on her head and directed her to take him into her mouth. She resisted.

  “God, Madison. Stop fucking around and suck it.”

  She squeezed her thighs together, her pussy so swollen and achy she couldn’t stand it. When he said things like that to her, it only turned her on more. With gentle fingertips, she traced the veins straining against the skin of his now rock-hard erection. She did good work, if she did say so herself. She circled his thick shaft with both hands and tugged gently. She wondered how long it would take him to come if she just played with him like this.

  “If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to fuck you right here on the floor,” he said in a dangerous growl.

  She peered up at him as she licked the underside of his cock—a slow, sensual dance from base to tip. He had to know that was what she was after. She wanted to tempt him into losing control. Wanted him to fuck her. Holding his gaze, she opened her mouth wide as if she planned to suck him inside. His cock twitched with excitement. She closed her empty mouth and grinned deviously.

  “Fuck!”

  He tackled her to the carpet between the sofa and the coffee table. Gasping for air and muttering under his breath, Adam fumbled with the panties at the tops of her thighs for a few seconds before getting frustrated and pushing the crotch to one side. He entered her with one penetrating thrust. She cried out, her pussy convulsing with delight as he took her fast, driving his cock into her hard and deep.

  “Yes, Adam, fuck it. It’s greedy and it needs fucked.”

  Her back scraped across the carpet as he pounded into her with greater and greater force. His hands tangled in her hair; he rubbed his face against her neck; his saliva wet her skin. She wasn’t sure if he realized how hard he was pulling her hair or that he was banging into her cervix with each deep thrust, but God, she loved it. She wrapped her legs around him, her boots digging into the backs of his thighs, and held on for the ride. They strained against each other as they sought quick release. Their breaths came harsh and rapid. Madison feared her heart would burst, it was beating so hard.

  “Come,” Adam demanded. “Madison, come.”

  She obeyed, spasms of intense pleasure clenching deep in her pelvis, around his thrusting cock, through her clit, up her belly and down her thighs. She cried out, her back arching off the floor, every muscle in her body taut with ecstasy. His shoulders tightened beneath her fingertips as he thrust deep a final time and shuddered with release.

  He spoke her name—might have even whispered words of love against her throat—as he pumped his seed into her.

  Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of her, gathering her in his arms and holding her tight.

  “Damn it, Madison,” he said breathlessly. “Why do you have to get me so worked up that I jump you like some animal?”

  “I like it,” she said, squeezing him in gratitude.

  “I want to be gentle with you, baby, and treasure your body, but I always end up fucking you like a maniac.”

  She kissed his shoulder. “I promise I’ll let you be gentle with me in the bath,” she said.

  “You’d better.”

  She laughed. “But I’m going to need another good hard fuck afterward.”

  He groaned against her throat. “Will you listen to that dirty mouth?” he muttered to himself. “And she looks so deceptively sweet and innocent.”

  “And then I’ll need you to hold me facedown so I can’t move while you pound your cock into my ass as deep as you can.”

  He shifted to cover her mouth with one hand. Sh
e could smell her sex on his skin. Her eyelids fluttered as her inner muscles clenched hard on his softening cock.

  “Stop saying things like that.” Adam stared down at her with an intense, angry expression. “That’s what gets me so worked up in the first place.”

  She was well aware of that; she loved to get him worked up. When he couldn’t keep his hands off her or his dick out of her, it made her feel sexy. Irresistible.

  “I love you,” she said against his hand.

  His expression softened, and his entire body melted into hers. “I love you too.”

  After a lengthy kiss that made her toes curl inside her boots, he pulled out and rose to his feet. He removed his shoes and shucked his jeans, which had settled around his knees. He stretched his arms over his head, and she drank in the sight of his lean torso, solid chest, muscled arms and thighs, and that delightful trail of hair on his lower belly that drew her attention to his softening cock—still wet with her juices. Maybe she should offer to lick them off. Would that make him grow hard again?

  “I hope that tub has jets,” he said, stretching his lower back by tilting side to side. “I’m getting too old for hot monkey sex on the floor.”

  She hoped it had jets for different reasons. He leaned forward to offer her a hand up. She wouldn’t have minded enjoying the view for a few more hours, but a bath did sound heavenly. She struggled to her feet and when she moved, discovered her back was deliciously raw with rug burn. She wouldn’t be able to get Adam out of her thoughts for days with that reminder on her skin.

  She tugged off her boots, but left her panties at the tops of her thighs, and followed him to the bathroom, eager to see what he had in store for her next. She wondered how long it would take her to tempt him into fucking her senseless again. He seemed determined to take it slow, which meant she was going to have to up her game.

  Chapter Eleven

  Adam turned on the faucets and adjusted the temperature of the water. With Madison in the tub with him, he should probably set it to frigid so he could keep his wits about him longer than ten seconds. Her hands slid up his ass as she moved to stand behind him. Case in point. When her fingertip pressed into exit-only territory, he jerked upright and spun around to capture her by the arms.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.

  “Repaying the favor?” She smiled up at him hopefully.

  He didn’t have the heart to tell her he didn’t enjoy being penetrated. Not even by her sexy little fingers. “Get in the tub.”

  She wriggled out of her panties and bent over to check the water. Luscious ass in the air, her legs were spread just enough to give him an eyeful of her hidden delights. A mixture of her cum and his dripped from her pussy. Jesus. Had her view of him a moment ago been that revealing? No wonder she’d tried to press a finger into his ass. She didn’t protest a bit when he followed her example. He’d just spent himself inside her, but the sight of his finger penetrating her rear had his cock rising with excitement again. And the sexy little oh she vocalized before rocking backward to take him deeper formed an undeniable knot of need low in his belly.

  Yeah, should have gone with the cold bath.

  He freed his finger and playfully swatted the gentle curve of her butt. “Into the tub, Miss Fairbanks,” he said. “You’ve been a dirty girl.”

  “If I disobey, will you punish me, Mr. Taylor?” Her hips writhed suggestively. “I loved it when you spanked me until I made you come last time.”

  He remembered the way her pussy had clenched around his cock with each swat—how fan-fucking-tastic it felt to come with her squeezing him inside her so tight—but he was determined to be gentle with her this time. To show her that sex didn’t have to be rough to be fun and exciting.

  “No, I won’t spank you for disobeying, Miss Fairbanks. I’ll just get in first, knowing you won’t be able to resist joining me.” He climbed into the tub and sank into the water with a contented sigh. His weary body melted into the warmth. He switched on the jets and a mechanical rumble accompanied the water pounding against his lower back. He sank a bit lower and closed his eyes. Very nice.

  Within seconds, Madison joined him, splashing his chest as she settled on the opposite side of the tub. When the level of the water reached his shoulders, she turned off the taps and sat before him with her back facing his chest, leaving at least a foot of distance between them. He knew what she was after. She liked that he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Since he wouldn’t want to disappoint her, he tugged her back against his front and waited for her to relax before he released his hold. They were both used to fucking like rabbits whenever they were naked and in each other’s sights, so it took her a moment to go limp against him and just enjoy the soothing heat and Jacuzzi jets. The weight of her body felt wonderful against his chest and belly. She felt so right and real tucked against him, as if she belonged in that exact spot.

  Adam didn’t mean to get sexually excited again, but he couldn’t stop his cock from finding the rump pressed against it extremely arousing. And damned if his hands didn’t have minds of their own as they moved to gently massage the soft globes of her breasts. His disobedient fingers couldn’t help but toy with her nipples when those delightful buds hardened into tight tips against his palms. It was totally not his fault that he couldn’t be around her for any length of time without wanting to sample every delight her body so willingly offered him.

  “Adam?”

  “Hmm?” he murmured, not sure how it was possible to be relaxed and excited at the same time.

  “Will you show me more naughty things?”

  He grinned and rubbed his nose against her neck just behind her ear. “What kinds of naughty things?”

  “Everything. I want to experience everything with you.”

  “I don’t know everything.”

  “You know more than I do. And I could look some things up and we can try them out,” she said.

  He couldn’t see her face, but he knew she’d be blushing.

  “I mean, if you want to.”

  “If I was a betting man, and I am, I’d put my money on you being far kinkier than I am.”

  She giggled. “I’ll make that a goal.”

  Dear lord, he’d created a monster—a very sweet and sexy monster, one he was more than willing to experiment with sexually, but a monster just the same. Her fingertips lightly stroked his outer thighs beneath the warm water. Every inch of him was aware of every inch of her.

  “What goes on at those sex clubs you go to?” she asked.

  “Used to go to,” he corrected. “Why do you keep asking about it?”

  She shrugged. “You said you liked to perform, but never explained what that means, so I figured I’d go find out for myself.”

  Absolutely not. He knew what those places were like, and he didn’t want her anywhere near one by herself. “I’d be happy to show you.”

  “No arguments from me. Every time you show me something new, I’m rewarded with mind-blowing orgasms.”

  “Are you sure? It requires an audience.”

  She went still. “An audience?”

  He could already picture her tangled in the bed sheets on the stage, her thighs spread wide, his mouth working fervently to make her scream so all those watching knew how hard he made her come.

  “I know of this really great place in New Orleans,” he said. “It’s fairly exclusive; they don’t let just any average Joe off the street join. I have a few days off tour next week. If you want to go, I’m sure I could get us in.”

  “What would I have to do?”

  “Nothing. Let me please you. Let me perform.”

  “Would I have to be naked?”

  He chuckled. “Mostly.”

  “And people would see me naked? People I don’t know?”

  “We’ll both wear masks. No one will know it’s you, except me.”

  “But I’ll know it’s me.”

  He kissed the crown of her head. “It’s okay. It’s not for ever
yone.”

  She didn’t say anything for a long moment, so he figured she’d let the idea drop. He should have known better.

  “I want to be open to try things you like Adam. You’re always willing to give me what I like. Do you really like to perform in front of an audience?”

  He chuckled. “Let’s just say before I met you, it was my favorite sex act.”

  “And now?”

  “You’re my favorite sex act.”

  “So if you performed on me . . . ”

  His entire body stiffened, splashing water out of the tub as he reached for solid porcelain to steady himself. “I’d probably come
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