Serve him right if I left him hanging. Mind you, it seemed a shame to waste such a magnificent hard-on. Also, when it came to making skin to skin contact with the man, I apparently had pressing needs. Seriously urgent ones. And since physical needs were far easier than emotional to deal with, I climbed back onto his lap, straddling him this time. He immediately gripped my waist, holding me steady all protective-like. My hands meanwhile smoothed over his very lovely shoulders. A hungry gaze slid over me, making my pussy tingle. We’d barely gotten started and he had me all worked up. Without a doubt, the man had skills. Always nice to know up front that you weren’t wasting your time.
“No more of this timeline nonsense either,” I said, sounding a bit more breathy than I would have liked.
“You’re on top. Understood.”
“Good.” I nodded, grinding against him. Christ. Everything low in me tightened with need, it felt so fucking amazing. Horny was far safer than attempting to deal with heart stuff. “I’m using you for sex and that’s all that’s happening between us right now.”
His brows rose. “You’re using me for sex?”
“Yes.”
“Huh.”
“Is that all you have to say?” I asked.
“Well…always happy to be of service. Whenever you’re ready.”
Nails digging into the back of his neck just a little, I cocked my head. “Is that a dare I’m hearing, Sam?”
“Martha, my love.” His smile, it was pure predator. “You bet it is.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Never one to be outdone, I shoved my hand down the front of his board shorts and grabbed his cock. Hot skin and hard flesh more than filled my hand. All the while, his hooded gaze stayed glued to my face, doing his best to read me no doubt. But I was in charge. Not him. And pushing aside my bikini bottoms and sinking down on him more than demonstrated that fact.
“M-Martha,” he stammered, fingers digging into my hips almost hard enough to bruise. His eyelids slammed shut. “Fuck.”
The man was large. Thicker than I’d expected. Some wriggling was definitely required. I panted, gripping his neck tightly, my cheek pressed against his. Bit by bit, I took all of him inside me. An adjustment period would also be needed. Holy hell. “Just give me a moment.”
“Give you a moment?” He shifted his hold, strong arms surrounding me. “I think you just killed me.”
“What? Why?”
“It didn’t occur to you to give me any warning?”
“Me grabbing your penis didn’t signal something was about to happen?”
His laughter came from deep inside his chest, brutally low and rough. Hands stroked firmly down my spine, soothing me. There may or may not have been an air of possession about the way he touched me. I don’t know. Other things were on my mind right then. Like figuring out how to breathe and keep my heart beating with his big dick inside of me. “Guess I should have asked about protection etcetera.”
“That might have been wise.” More laughter. “I’m clean. Tested regularly.”
“Yes, same, regularly. I always have, promise.”
“I know. Wouldn’t have let you grab my dick without a lengthy discussion otherwise.”
“Then what the hell were you complaining about just now?” I rested my chin on his shoulder, getting comfortable. For such a hard man, he was awfully comfy. “Honestly, Sam. Talk about mixed signals.”
“Most women like a little foreplay first is all.”
“Oh, that.”
“We haven’t even kissed.” His mouth moved up my neck, hot and seductive. Teeth nipped and his tongue dragged over my skin, lighting up every single freaking nerve in me. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“Do that again.”
He obliged as I rocked my hips, rising and falling just a little. There was no rush. And testing his stamina appealed to me. Fingers tugged at the ties on my bikini top, loosening the straps. Soon I was as bare chested as him, my stiff nipples brushing against his hard pecs and smattering of chest hair. Interesting to note that sensation wise, chest hair had been much underrated. Most of the guys I’d screwed previously had shaved or waxed. But this was much nicer.
One hand palmed a breast, the other holding the back of my neck. All the better to guide my mouth to his. It wasn’t a polite first kiss. But then, I guess we were probably well past that stage. His firm lips pressed hard against mine, slick tongue sliding into my mouth. The man kissed me with a decade’s worth of hunger and longing. I might not have known for quite that long, but I answered him just the same. We owned each other. Mouths fused and hands grasping.
Finished with kneading my breast, he traced down to where we were joined. The pad of his thumb rubbed around my clit, tantalizing me and making everything that much more urgent.
“That’s it,” he murmured.
I rode him harder, taking his thick girth. With him working me, dragging things out this time wasn’t an option. Someone had obviously given the man a map to my body. Or he simply was that good. Either way, my pussy tightened on him. Everything in me drawing impossibly tight before boom! Orgasmic explosion. It was the big bang all over again. I came harder than I had possibly ever. My body shaking, every muscle trembling. All of the good hormones rushed through me, sending me sky high.
“Christ.” Gripping my hips tight, he slammed me down on him over and over. Until finally he came too. “Martha.”
If I hadn’t been busy biting his shoulder I might have answered. Doubtful though. My mind had been wiped clean, every part of me floating and yet weirdly heavy with lassitude. It was entirely possible I’d never come down. His body shook, pelvis grinding against me. We were plastered together, not a hairsbreadth of space between us. My arms were wrapped tight around his neck. Possibly suffocating him. But honestly, such were the risks of making a woman come that hard.
And so easily. Damn.
Next time I’d make him work harder for it. Try out a couple of different positions and really put him to the test. Yes, good call. Using Sam for sex might just be the best idea I’d ever had. Or possibly the worst, given how scarily addictive sex with him could become. Maybe I should take a breath before already mentally planning our next encounter.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, clever fingers massaging my back, rubbing my neck.
“Nothing,” I lied. “You didn’t even think to ask if I was on contraception.”
He shrugged. “A baby would be fine. After all, I’m not getting any younger.”
“You did not just say that.” I sat up, aghast. It took a moment to untangle ourselves and another to find my bikini top. “A baby…fucking hell, Sam.”
“Too much?” His smile was small but sneaky. Very sneaky. “I think you’d make a wonderful mother. Look how good you are with Gib.”
“I’m on contraception, thank you very much.”
“Of course you are. It was just a thought. But on the timeline it was still a year or so down the track.”
Given how much effort I put into glaring at the man, his magnanimous expression was irritating as all hell. While he tucked himself back into his pants, I concentrated on righting my bikini. Because it would be wonderful if anyone looking out the windows saw me half naked. Absolutely wonderful. Maybe semi-public sex in my brother’s hot tub hadn’t been the best idea. Especially since it had started Sam talking about children, of all things. Though the orgasm really had been something.
“Relax, Martha,” he said. “I’m just joking. Of course you’re not ready to discuss children yet.”
My mouth really did gape this time. “I said I was just using you for sex.”
“And you did.”
“That’s all. Just sex.”
“All right then.”
He put his hands behind his head, all relaxed-like. Not getting distracted by the way the position made his muscles bulge was harder than it should have been. Especially given how angry he’d made me. Thank God for champagne. I grabbed another glassful, sitting safely opposite and well away from him. If ever a man seemed to delight in pressing my buttons. Though he didn’t just press them. He jabbed at those bastards for all he was worth and then sat back and clapped when I went off. Asshole. And they said age brought you wisdom. Boy were they wrong.
“You are such a shit stirrer,” I grumbled.
“Sorry, love.”
“Stop calling me that,” I said. “And if you ever repeat that crap about us having children I am never fucking you ever again.”
“That would be sad. I thought for a first time we didn’t do too badly.”
Silence descended. Stars twinkled. I sipped my champagne and tried to re-find my post-orgasmic bliss. “You think you can do better?”
“I know so.”