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  Leaning in, she pressed her lips to the curve of his shoulder and breathed in deeply. The smell of citrus shower gel and the clean scent of the aftershave filled her lungs. Under it all was another scent—deep, musky and utterly captivating. His smell, the smell of Alex Richards himself.

  If she could bottle it, she’d make a damn fortune. If she could actually bear to part with the stuff and not hoard it all for herself. Trailing kisses down his chest, she traced the outline of a tattoo, then flicked her tongue over his nipple.

  “Then don’t wait.”

  He gasped at the touch of her tongue, his hand bunching in her hair. “I can wait if you do more of that.”

  “Do what?” A sense of mischief filled her. He was young, she wasn’t. With age came experience, lots of experience. She flicked his nipple again. “This?”

  A rumbling growl was her only answer. Grinning to herself, she laved his nipple with her tongue, then suckled it gently. He swore. His head dropped back and his hand in her hair held her right where she was. Taking that as a cue, she nipped gently.

  “Fuck me, you’re good.”

  She sucked once more and started to move down his body, trailing kisses over his toned abs. As she went, she couldn’t resist the smallest lick. Triumph filled her. There, she could tell Rya she had done the lick test and, dayum, it was good!

  “Oh honey, it’s about to get a whole lot better.” Her voice was filled with throaty promise as she slid to her knees. He started in shock, his hand sliding through her hair as he looked down. She almost laughed at the look of surprise on his face. Almost. The deep need and longing in his eyes tugged at her heartstrings.

  “Princess? You don’t have to do that—”

  She looked up, feral pride running through her. She might never grace a catwalk or join him on set, but this…this she could do. And she was damn good at it.

  “Shut up, I want to.”

  Amazingly, Alex Richards, famous for his silver tongue, was lost for words as she started to undo his belt buckle. She didn’t just go for it, though. That would be no fun. Instead, she teased the thick length of his cock under the black denim. Kissing along it as she pulled the buckle free. Grazing him with her teeth, she started to pop the buttons holding him captive, one by one.

  The torrent of curses grew in strength and volume. His hands returned to her hair, not to hold her in place as she’d expected, instead it seemed as if he couldn’t resist touching her. He drew his hands through her hair in feather-soft strokes, then ran his fingertips down her cheek.

  The last button gave. Kyla giggled, a combined sound of amusement and delight. He’d gone commando. “Who’s a naughty boy, then?”

  A shiver ran the length of his body as she explored him with her hands. He was long and thick. Thicker than Robert or any of her lovers before him. Squirming, she didn’t think that would be a problem. Her panties were soaked through.

  “If I admit it, will you punish me?”

  His voice was still the deep, husky sex-on-a-stick one she recalled from his movies, but this time there was a new note in it. One of strain and iron control about to snap. Lord help her, she wanted to see what happened when that control gave.

  “You’d better believe it, sweetheart.”

  She leaned forward and licked the broad head of his cock. His flavor—musk, a hint of salt and that taste that was pure Alex—exploded onto her tongue. Just the taste had her teetering on the edge. She’d never really liked sucking cock before. She’d only done it to keep Robert happy or when she’d wanted something. Now, for him, she could really get into it.

  He groaned and his hands tightened in her hair. Humming in the back of her throat, she wrapped her lips around his cock and took him deep into her mouth.

  “Fuck, that’s good!”

  She continued to hum, mostly in pleasure and partly because she’d been told it felt good when she did. She slid the thick, veined shaft as deep as she could without triggering the gag reflex and started to pull back, sucking as she went.

  His cock jerked in her mouth, the big vein on the underside pulsing over her tongue. She smiled around him. It felt as if he was enjoying it. Sounded like it too. Without mercy, she worked him with her mouth and lips, using all the tricks she’d learned over the years until his breathing was ragged and his legs trembled.

  “Princess, that’s it.”

  He pulled lightly on her hair to get her attention. She released his cock with a soft pop and let him pull her to her feet. He was taller than her, so she met him halfway, rising on tiptoe so he could claim her lips again.

  This time his kiss held the edge of desperation. Holding her tight with his cock pressed against her soft belly, he kissed her until she lost all reason and sense of time. Until her world became this room and his lips on hers. A shiver hit her as he slid his tongue along hers in a sensual duel, then lifted his head.

  His eyes were dark, and the expression as he looked at her caused a fresh wave of liquid to dampen her panties. She pressed her thighs together to ease the ache between them.

  “Bed. Now.”

  The order was rough, his voice harsh, but she didn’t care. Taking his hand, she turned toward the open door. Her legs shook a little as she led him through to the bed. Normally she was the passive one, letting her partner lead the action. And look where that had gotten her… Divorced before she was forty. She still wasn’t sure this wasn’t just a dream, but what the hell? It was time she started taking responsibility and getting what she wanted.

  He tugged on her hand as they reached the bed, turning her to face him. The heat in his gaze made her entire body tingle, the ache in her pussy intensifying until she had to bite her lip to smother her moan. Her clothes were too tight, scratching her oversensitive skin as she watched him. Shirt discarded on the floor in the other room, he hadn’t bothered to put himself away, his cock proudly jutting toward her. She licked her lips at the sight, which earned her another groan.

  “Come here.”

  He pulled her toward him, but not into his arms. Instead, he started to unbutton her shirt. His eyes didn’t leave hers as he slid long, sensual fingers under each button and popped it free. Each time his fingers brushed her skin, she shivered. Unable to handle the heat in his gaze, she dropped her head back and closed her eyes.

  “No, watch me. I want to see what I’m doing to you in your eyes.” His voice was throaty and almost unrecognizable. With wonder, she lifted her head. Did she have that much effect on him?

  He parted the front of her shirt. His jaw clenched, sudden fire in his eyes.

  “Fuck me, you’re perfect.”

  She felt perfect, watching his face as he spread a large hand over her cleavage, cupping her throat before sliding down, his fingers outspread. Good job he had large hands, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to span her bust, touching her from nipple to nipple. As if on command, the tight buds tightened further, aching for more of his touch.

  Her shirt hit the floor. His hands smoothed up her arms, hooking under the straps on her shoulders. She bit her lip, body tense with anticipation as he slid the narrow straps slowly down her arms. She arched her back, displaying herself to him, for him. Robert had liked to paw at her tits, but Alex treated her like fine china.

  His long fingers flirted with the sides of the bra, tracing the line of the lace, stroking gently over the satin cups. He followed the top line of a cup with a fingertip, the tiny touch driving her almost out of her mind. Her breath came in small pants as he slid that finger under the clasp between her breasts.

  He looked up as he pressed it. The clasp gave and the satin parted. Her breasts tumbled free into his large, warm hands. They were slightly rough, calloused from work. The roughness scraped against the tender flesh of her breasts deliciously. The small imperfection made her feel better. He wasn’t just some pretty-boy actor. At some point, sometime recently, he’d worked and worked hard.

  “Beautiful.”

  Face alight with reverence and desire, he c
upped her breast and leaned down. His hot breath fanned over her a second before he closed his lips over the dusky-pink nipple. She gasped as he pulled it into the warm cavern of his mouth and sucked lightly. White-hot pleasure drew lightning from her nipple straight down to her cunt. His lips wrapped around her and he flicked his tongue over her in a rapid tattoo.

  Giving in to temptation, she drove her hands into his longish hair and held him to her. With each pass of his tongue or soft suckle, the tension in her core mounted, but soon even the delicious sensations he was affording her weren’t enough.

  Her pussy clenched, desperate to be filled. Her hips rocked as if seeking comfort and release in movement. It wasn’t enough. Snaking a hand between them, she wrapped her fingers around his thick length and began to pump slowly.

  A growl of approval rumbled through him, the noise emerging as a vibration against her nipple. For a second she wondered what it would feel like if she’d had her nipple pierced. Amusement sliced through her. She was barely halfway through her first seduction of a younger man and already she was thinking of kinkier things. Robert would be shocked, absolutely scandalized. Good. She smiled and pumped Alex’s cock again. A hard hand on hers stopped its movement.

  “Jeans. Off now.” His order was somewhere between a demand and a plea. “Or I’ll tear them off.”

  As he spoke, he thrust his open, unbuttoned jeans down his hips to kick them off. She couldn’t help it. Her gaze riveted to him, drinking in every aspect of his face and body, caressing every part of him.

  He was tall and lean, but with defined muscle she knew was the result of doing his own stunt-work. So was the slight curve where his nose had been broken. The ranginess of youth was beginning to disappear, leaving behind hard strength and strong muscles. He was droolworthy now, but in five or so years, he’d be stunning.

  And probably snapped up in some celebrity marriage with a hot young starlet.

  She squashed the thought ruthlessly. That was in the future. This was tonight, and by god, she was going to make it good. Store away the memory of her one night with a hot young stud who found her irresistible for the rest of her life. Half closing her eyes, she gave him a hot look from under her lashes and started to unbutton her jeans.

  He lounged back on the bed, unashamedly naked, with his weight on his elbows. His gaze was fixed on her every movement. With each button, the look got hotter and darker until the air between them was so tight and intense just a spark would be enough to set it off.

  The last button popped. She turned, looking over her shoulder as she wriggled the denim over the flare of her hips.

  “Fuck me. A thong. Why did it have to be a thong?”

  He moved as though to reach for her, but she stopped him with a firm look and a waggle of her finger. It was her turn to play. Hooking a finger under the lace over her hip, she tugged a little. The fabric, nestled in the grove of her ass, shifted.

  He groaned. “Princess, you’re killing me here.”

  She ignored him and bent over, spreading her legs to display herself for him. Her cheeks burned again as a small part of her wondered what the hell she was doing acting like this. But the rapid intake of breath behind her told her he liked what he saw. A devil urging her on, she pushed a hand between her thighs and rubbed at her aching clit through the damp lace.

  Sensation rolled through her in an unstoppable wave, making her buck her hips against her own hand. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Alex touching her, caressing her. He’d rub those long, strong fingers over her, then slide them under her panties and…

  “On the bed. Now.”

  When she turned around, his hand was extended toward her. Unable to resist, she slipped her fingers into his and let him draw her to the bed. A small smile quirked his lips an instant before he yanked on her hand, tumbling her onto the bed and into his arms.

  He claimed her lips again, but the gloves were off. He plundered her lips, taking what he wanted. His hands were urgent over her body, cupping her breasts, then tweaking her nipples. The sharp pleasure-pain shot through her, making her clit and cunt ache for one thing—to be caressed and filled.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that, princess?” he murmured against her lips as his hands smoothed down her soft belly. Instinctively she tried to twist away, embarrassed about her curves. There was only so much damage control sit-ups could do without a boot-camp-style diet and maybe a body transplant. His hand spread out over her stomach and stopped her wiggling dead, then continued on down.

  “Pretty panties, I like satin. So smooth. Like your skin.” His fingers traced along the top of her panties, then skipped to the side and started a journey down between her legs.

  Her moan was lost in his mouth. She parted her thighs to grant him better access as he stroked and teased along the tender flesh at the junction of her thigh and body. So near, yet not near enough. Her clit throbbed in time with his movements. Anticipation built. Any second now he would hook his fingers under the satin, he had to. The need to move built and built inside her. She couldn’t help the small movements of her hips, a silent encouragement to carry on what he was doing and more.

  He pulled the satin down her hips until she could kick it off and swept his fingers along the slick lips of her pussy.

  “Fuck me, you’re so wet. Does that feel good, princess?”

  She couldn’t answer as he continued to explore. His clever fingers stroked and teased, locating the hard nub of her clit and torturing it relentlessly. He circled and pressed as he kissed her until she was breathless and moaning.

  His thumb hard against her, he teased the entrance to her cunt with a finger. Circling her slick opening, he spread the juices of her own excitement over her heated flesh. Then, without warning, he slid a finger inside her.

  Tearing her lips from his, she moaned against his shoulder. It was just as good as her fantasies. Her pussy clamped down hard around his invading digit. She was so close to coming she could feel the drop widening ahead of her.

  “That feel good, princess?”

  He pulled out, and when he thrust in again, another finger had joined the first. She moaned again, thrusting her hips against his hand as he fucked her with his fingers. Even though it felt good, a sense of frustration filled her. His fingers weren’t enough, she needed to feel him inside her. She wanted his cock. Reaching out, she wrapped a hand around his thick length and stroked. A shudder went through him from head to toe.

  “Fuck me. Now.”

  “Not yet. Wait.”

  She wanted to scream. He rolled away and opened a drawer to remove a small foil packet.

  “Oh…yeah, don’t want any little presents in nine months.”

  He smiled over his shoulder. Out of sight, his hands moved, smoothing the condom over his cock. “Sweetheart, it’s not about contraception. You don’t know whether I’m clean or not.”

  “Oh.” She blinked. That thought hadn’t occurred to her, but the jaded expression on his face told her it was all too frequent in his world. Then the fact that he cared enough to protect her melted her heart.

  “Turn over. Ass in the air.”

  She didn’t need telling twice. Anticipation warred with sheer need as she turned onto her hands and knees. The bed dipped behind her. The broad head of his cock pressed against her cunt. With a need-filled moan, she pressed back onto it, impaling herself.

  He was big, her pussy stretched to capacity as he pushed into her. She welcomed the slight burning as he pushed in a little, then pulled out only to shove right back in. Hands on her hips, he worked himself into her with quick movements until his balls slapped against her. A small moan escaped her. She felt full, deliciously full, as he pressed tight against nerve endings neglected for way too long.

  “God, you’re tight. Don’t move or this will be over way too fast.”

  He leaned over to kiss her shoulder, the strain of holding still obvious in his voice. Kyla froze, just relishing the feeling of being full. In addition to being a crap l
over only interested in his own pleasure, Robert had been built on the small side. Alex most certainly wasn’t.

  “Good girl.”

  The approval in his voice warmed her down to her toes. Slowly he started to move, pulling out of her to the very tip. She pouted in disappointment. Within a heartbeat he pushed back inside her. She bit her lip as he did it again, then again, increasing speed and tempo until he slammed his cock hard into her pussy and his balls slapped loudly against her.

  “Fuck me, you feel good. How’s that feel, good?”

  She couldn’t do anything but gasp and nod, her hands twisting in the sheets as he fucked her hard and fast. She loved it. All that male power and strength bent to one purpose. Screwing her.

  He moved, his hand reaching around between her legs. She moaned loudly as his clever fingers parted her lips and stroked along her clit. She’d been so close to coming before, the edge just out of reach. Now, as he stroked her hard and fast in time with his thrusts, it loomed right under her feet. Her breathing stuttered as she rocked her hips, fucking him as she pressed into his hand.

  “Oh…yes! Alex, I’m gonna co—”

  She didn’t get the rest of the sentence past her lips. Ecstasy hit her like a juggernaut, wiping everything out but the sheer pleasure rolling through her body. She screamed his name, riding the waves as she pushed back against his cock. She needed it, needed to feel him filling her, needed more.

  He stiffened and yelled the nickname he’d given her as his cock slammed into her cunt one last time. Buried deep inside, she felt it jerk and pulse as he came, the movement sparking another wave of pleasure.

  She rode it, her cunt milking his cock for every last bit of sensation until finally they collapsed onto the bed together. She smiled a sleepy smile as he folded her into his arms. She felt boneless and sated.

  Alex rumbled a deep sound of pleasure and pressed a kiss to her temple. “You get five minutes, princess. Then I plan to make you scream my name all over again.”