condoms were fresh and hadn’t been tampered with or inadvertently damaged. Men tended to keep them folded in wallets or in areas where tiny holes were inadvertently poked into the protection. The last thing she needed was a sexually transmitted disease or a baby without a dad.
He lifted out a box of condoms, opened it, but didn’t take any out.
“Before we begin, let’s get a little more acquainted. You’ve touched me and seen some of me. Now it’s my turn. Let your breasts free.”
To her surprise, she creamed at his instruction. She liked the expectant look on his face, and for some odd reason, he didn’t make her feel like she was dirty as most of her clients did. He didn’t make her feel like an object. He just made her feel kind of sexy and shy.
Her fingers trembled as she reached for the small, delicate buttons on the negligee. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched.
She’d undressed in front of her clients many times. Had felt embarrassed as the men eyed her as though she were a succulent piece of meat. It was the opposite with this guy.
She was ogling him. And she liked what she saw. Liked the sweet shivers of anticipation rolling through her as he watched her unbutton the top. His breath was the only sound she heard, aside, of course, from the pounding of her heart.
She swallowed and opened the sides of her top, tugging the material further apart, allowing her breasts to spill free. He said nothing, but his facial features told the story. Appreciation glazed his eyes. His nostrils flared like a bull’s, and as she dropped her gaze from his face, she was greeted to a most magnificent sight.
His cock, which had already been sticking straight out, was now rising proudly toward his abdomen. Such a glorious size.
She hadn’t realized she’d been so mesmerized by staring at his cock until he whispered in a hoarse voice, “Nice. Very nice.”
A savage look of lust zipped across his face, and she whimpered a deep guttural sound as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He maneuvered closer to her legs, his hands dropping like heat waves on her knees. He parted her knees and he moved in closer. Positioning his hands on top of hers on each side of the bed, he held them captive, his fingers intertwining with hers as his head dipped toward her right breast.
Sweet mercy, she couldn’t believe this was happening so fast. He opened his mouth, and she cried with surprise at how tightly he sucked her nipple between his firm lips. A waterfall of magic swept through her. That was the only way she could describe the cascade of shimmering sensations washing over her as he sucked on her nipple. This felt amazing. Incredible.
Heat and pressure kissed her flesh, and when he suddenly let go of her nipple with a loud pop, she cried out her disappointment and caught the pleasure twisting his face before he latched onto her other one.
“Oh, God,” she hissed.
More of those incredible sensations shimmered through her as his strong teeth held her tender nipple hostage, and his tongue lashed her flesh with quick, sharp darts that had her creaming harder.
Usually, she didn’t like to touch the client. Usually, she let him do what he needed to do, so she could get rid of him quickly. She’d just lay back and let her mind wander to other places, but this man wouldn’t let her mind wander and he wouldn’t let her body wander, either.
Damn him, he held her full attention as he sucked her nipple slowly, leisurely pulling her out of herself. She arched against him, losing control in the glorious sensations. She sucked in a shocked breath as his hot hands let go of hers, and he slid his calloused palms under her breasts. He cupped her, held her so tenderly that the gesture wrenched a sob from her. No man had held her so affectionately. Not even her late husband.
The clients came and they went. They used, and they paid, but this man needed her in a different way than just sexually. She didn’t know how or why she knew that exactly, but she sensed it somehow.
She didn’t realize he’d pushed her down on the bed until she felt the mattress touch her back. Letting her nipple go, he kissed the tips of each of her breasts. The beauty of his mouth suddenly became lost as he danced his lips with featherlight caresses across her chest and up along her shoulder blades.
Then he came over her. He didn’t touch her, didn’t lay on her, just kept kissing her flesh, but she sensed he wanted more than to kiss her body. They had just started, and she already knew he wanted to break her rule. No kissing on the mouth.
“Logan,” she warned as his mouth touched a flaming lash of heat alongside her chin.
“You said not on your mouth,” he whispered. He kissed his way to her right earlobe. Sucking it into his hot mouth, she gasped as tidal waves of sensations hit. He bit her lobe, then laved her flesh with his wicked tongue.
Oh, shoot, now she wished she didn’t have that no kissing on the mouth rule. She parted her lips and inhaled at the incredible sensations zipping through her as he licked a fiery line down along her neck. Then suddenly, he cursed softly and without warning, angled his head over her face and kissed her full on the mouth.
Bastard! She thought numbly as his lips melted over hers, bringing her into a heady world of sensations. Vaguely, she realized if she wanted to, she could break the kiss. She could push him away. But dammit, she didn’t want to.
She shuddered as he swept aside the bottom half of her negligee and his hard cock pushed into the opening of her panty and against her clit, giving the promise of pleasure, but then he moved his cock away again, leaving her frustrated.
“I like submission,” he whispered as he broke the kiss, and her pussy clenched at his comment.
Wrapping his hands around her wrists, he brought her back up into a seated position.
“I want you on the floor on your knees,” he said.
Her senses whirled at his command. He helped her to her feet, and she swallowed and shivered. Trembled, not with repulsion as she always did with the others, but with this odd sense of curiosity. She became more aware of him now. Noticed the scent of the soap he’d washed with. The whiff of the prairies. Of him. Spicy and fierce and needy.
The air grew heavy around her, and she got into position on her knees in front of him. Reaching out, she slid her hands onto his hips, feeling a bunch of muscles as his flesh met her palms. She slid her hands to his backside and cupped his hard ass.
He was breathing rapidly, and to her amazement, exhilaration lashed her at the thought of having his large cock in her mouth. Need thundered through her. A need to please. To be pleased.
She moved her head toward him. Toward his cock. His cockhead was plum-shaped and appeared flushed red. The skin felt so smooth as he pressed against her lips.
“Take me in as far as you can go,” he ordered. “Nod when that happens.”
She parted her lips and he sunk in, his hard flesh sliding over her tongue, his guttural groan saying he liked the feel of her mouth wrapped around his flesh. To her amazement, he stretched her lips like no other man had before. Stretched until her lips felt bruised and her body tense with awareness.
She nodded her head, and he wrapped his hand around his shaft, preventing himself from going in further. His other hand slid into her hair, and he clenched the back of her head, holding her there. She tried to tighten her lips around his hot, pulsing flesh, but he was just so unbelievably big and hard. He pulled himself out, and her tongue dashed against the heavy veins beneath his cock as he left. He plunged into her mouth again, and she hollowed out her cheeks, giving him a nice big suck.
He groaned. Held her head tighter, obviously enjoying her sucking. Surprise slashed through her as she realized she loved his hot, strong flesh thrusting out and back into her mouth. She slurped on his shaft, stroked him with her tongue. Looked up and watched the enjoyment flash across his face, saw his eyes close and his lips part as he panted.
His cock jerked violently in her mouth. He kept thrusting and she caressed his thick flesh with her mouth, loving the wondrous throbbing deep inside her pussy.
“I’m coming,” he warned. His hands tightened against her head, and he fucked her mouth faster, more desperately. He groaned and his hips jerked against her as he thrust deeper.
She struggled to take more of him. He pounded into her. Again and again, until she was whimpering as she imagined how strong and powerful his thrusts would be when he took her vaginally. In one swift jerk, warm semen pulsed into her throat. It tasted thick, and she swallowed quickly and sucked his cock. Milked him until he was moaning. Then he pulled free, and Teyla warmed as she noticed his cock was still hard and he was breathing in
