Hitting on the Hooker
Hitting on the Hooker (Strathstow Sharks #1)(4)
Author: Mina Carter
“You’re so damn sexy,” he muttered, voice muffled against her neck as he worked his way down. His h*ps rocked against hers, and he reached back up to hook strong fingers under her bra strap. His breathing was ragged as he yanked it down, the sharp bite of the elastic the first hint of roughness he’d displayed. Tension held his body taut, but the tremor that laced the hard muscles told her he was on the edge of his control.
She smiled, the expression, a mere curve of her lips, lost when he rolled her to the side and unsnapped the clasp between her shoulder blades. With a sweep of his hand, the bra was gone, her br**sts uncovered for his gaze and touch.
“So pretty,” He groaned, his voice thick.
She mewled, arching her back as he laid a gentle kiss next to her nipple. An almost innocent touch that fired her up. Liquid arousal slipped from her p**sy to dampen her panties, a rush of heat that made him moan and shove his groin hard against hers.
The next touch wasn’t so innocent. His tongue laved her nipple, and as she was reeling from the sensation as he pulled it into his mouth and suckled. Pleasure exploded through her body, and then collapsed in on itself to center deep in her core. Her p**sy clenched, a hard ache taking up residence in her feminine channel. She needed to be filled, needed him to fill her as instincts as old as time took over.
Wrapping her hands around his thick upper arms wasn’t possible, so she just held on as best she could while he divided his attention between her br**sts. He cupped and caressed them. She wasn’t built small by any stretch of the imagination, but he held her easily. A perfect fit.
Arching her back to allow him better access, she didn’t expect him to slide a hand down her stomach, heading south. All her breath left her lungs in a gasp as he got her undivided attention. But he didn’t rush in, instead drawing circles on her stomach with his fingertips as he worked his way back up to her neck. The scrape of his stubble against her sensitive flesh made her shiver, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it.
His lips covered hers at the same moment he slipped his fingers beneath her panties. Secure in his reception, he didn’t beat around the bush. His strong fingers dipped into her cleft, dragging the juices of her arousal up and around her clit.
She keened, the sound lost as he took over the kiss, his lips more masterful than he’d been before. He rubbed and stroked her clit, demanding a response with his lips and tongue at the same time until she didn’t know which way was up.
Floating in a sea of pleasure, she clung to him and followed where he led, trusting him to take them where they needed to go. Her h*ps moved against his hand, seeking more of what she needed. He rumbled in pleasure, the sound a vibration against her body and shifted, using a hard knee to part her thighs further. Before she could wonder what he was about, he parted her folds and slid a thick finger deep inside her.
She pulled free of his lips with a soundless moan. The cli**x that had been hovering on the wings thundered closer, circling her with relentless purpose. Her p**sy clenched hard around his invading digit, and she tapped his arms.
“Tom…I’m goin’…too close.” She wanted him inside her when she came. Wanted to feel him filling her, to tip her over the edge into release.
His lips grazed her neck, nuzzling the sweet spot under her ear that turned her knees to mush. “Just let it go. Come for me, sweet thing. Let me bring you pleasure.”
His low voice, the whispered words, and the kiss laid gently on her lips were a delicious counterpoint to the sudden thrust as he slid a second finger into her p**sy to join the first.
She cried out as her world shattered around her, pleasure running like fire and ice through her veins. It was too much, she couldn’t keep it all in. Her h*ps rocked against his hand as he thrust and withdrew, adding the pressure of his thumb against her cl*t to heighten her pleasure. She rode the high, burying her face into his strong neck as he played her body, drawing the cli**x out. When the waves ebbed, he pulled away.
She moaned in the back of her throat when he slid off the bed, missing the strong warmth of his body as she floated in the aftermath of her release. Fabric rustled, the distinctive sound of a foil packet being ripped telling her what he was about.
She opened her eyes as he returned, planting a knee between hers, to cover her. She smiled, reaching up to stroke her hand down his jaw, the stubble covered skin rough against her palm. The look on his face was hard and feral, a primitive look that made her shiver.
“I’ll go slow. I promise–”
She was well ahead of him, sliding a hand down to wrap around his cock. The fact that he’d protected them both without assuming she was on the pill endeared him to her. Using a firm grip, she stroked, marvelling at his length and width. God, she couldn’t wait to get that inside her. If it would all fit.
He groaned, a muffled expletive leaving his lips so crude that in any other circumstances she might have blushed. Now she took it as an indicator of how close he was to losing control.
And she was right. After a couple of strokes, he grabbed her wrist, stilling her hand. “You need to stop, love. Unless you want a real short, fast fuck.”
Letting go, she lay back, parting her legs further as he moved to settle himself between them. The head of his sheath-covered c*ck pressed against the entrance to her cunt, and he started to thrust. She sucked a quick breath in as the broad tip breeched her entrance, forcing her p**sy wide to accept him.
God, he was big. She felt every inch of his invading shaft pressing against her inner walls as he pushed into her, every so often pulling back to bear down again. Working his way into her in short, sea-saw movements until he was seated to the hilt.
He stopped, gathering her into his arms as her p**sy throbbed and fluttered around him. She closed her eyes, wallowing in the sensation and a sudden pang hit her. It felt so right. She never wanted to let him go. But that was stupid, there was no way he’d want her for more than a night.
He kissed her temple, murmuring low words she couldn’t make out over the roaring of her blood in her ears. She’d never felt so filled, so stretched before. It was almost verging on uncomfortable. But almost as soon as the sensation registered, it eased off, leaving her with the need to move.
“Shh, hold on. Just give me a moment.” He grabbed her h*ps when she started to move, holding her still. “You’re so damn tight.”
Biting her lip, she tried to do as she was told but her body had a mind of its own. Little rocks of her h*ps against his had them both gasping. With a curse, he let go of her h*ps and pulled his own back. The sensation as he pulled out almost all the way set a new bar in exquisite. Then he thrust back in, a quick fast slide until their h*ps met again, and she lost the ability to think.
“Oh God, yes. More,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his hips. He grunted, bracing his hands either side of her head, and gave her what she wanted. What she needed.
Bending every inch of his big, powerful body to pleasure, he moved over her. Short, hard thrusts followed by slow slides that drove her out of her mind. Their breathing grew ragged, the slide and slap of skin on skin, the sounds of sex, filled the room. Moans escaped her throat to combine with his deeper groans in a primal harmony as they strained against each other. Each motion feeding the fire that grew between them until a roll of his h*ps brought her to the edge again.
She gasped, body tense. “Oh… I…”
“I’m here.” He wrapped his arms around her, rolling on the bed until she was astride him. The sudden movement made her gasp, the change in position causing all new and interesting sensations as his c*ck stroked in her tight p**sy.
“I want to watch your face as you come,” he growled, hands on her h*ps to lift her up, and drive her down over his cock, impaling her on the thick length.
She cried out, his name on her lips as her p**sy clenched tight around him, milking his c*ck in rhythmic waves. He growled, lips pulled back from his teeth and all the cords in his neck and shoulder standing in high relief. His fingers bit into her h*ps as he slammed up into her—a few short, hard thrusts before he snarled her name and went rigid, his c*ck jerking and pulsing in her depths as he found his own release.
Chapter Four
Last night had been the best sex of his life. Ever.
Thanks to his training schedule, Tom was used to waking early, and this morning was no exception. Warm and comfortable, he wrapped his arm around Fern’s waist, her curvy body curled against his.
Poor girl, he’d kept her away all night, unable to get enough of her. And still he was half hard now, c*ck ready to go at moment’s notice. It was like he hadn’t had sex for bloody years, and was gorging himself before the treat was taken away.
He looked down in the growing light. The sight of her there, lost on the wide expanse of the bed with her hair spread out around her head like a dark halo hit him like a shoulder to the gut. What would it be like to wake to her there every day?
As the thought hit him, he knew he wanted to make it a reality. He’d always scoffed whenever anyone mentioned love at first sight, but now he was forced to re-think his opinion. His strategy for getting her into his bed had worked, so now he needed a new one to get her to stay with him longer.
Dropping a kiss on her temple, he slid from under the covers. A shower and then breakfast in bed should endear her to seeing him again. He paused just inside the bathroom, a sinking feeling wrapping itself around his heart. Shit. What if she’d only wanted a one-night stand? God, that would suck. He had to face facts. She was beautiful, classy, and intelligent. She could do way better than him.
After dealing with business, he leaned his hands against the sink to study his reflection in the mirror. A couple of inches shy of six feet, his body reflected his choice of career as hooker for a premier league club. He was heavily built and packed with muscle, particularly his shoulders and neck. Right at the front of the pack, he and the rest of the front row took the pressure of the entire opposition team pushing against them in a scrum, as well as that of the Sharks pushing the other way. It was like a game of piggy in the middle, with men as big as cars.
He reached up. His nose had been broken at least three times and his ears got taped down during a game, or he had to have them syringed. Even so, the hard swelling in the left was never going away. All in all, he looked like the bruiser he was. Sighing, he dropped his head, there was no way she was after more than a bit of fun and a chance to bed a Shark. He was a notch on her bedpost, not the other way around.
His mood weighing him down, he switched the shower on and stepped in. He ducked under the spray and stayed there, eyes closed. The sound might wake her, but hell, that would just give her the chance to escape without having to deal with him if she wanted. Perhaps it was for the best.
“Hey, tiger, I didn’t wear you out, did I?”
So convinced that she was going to make a run for it, the sound of her voice surprised him. Looking up, he found her right in front of him, wrapped in the shirt he’d worn last night. Pleasure hit him. He liked that, seeing her in his clothes. Her lips curved into a smile, but the look in her eyes was wary, and for an instant, he saw similar worries to the ones he’d been having reflected there.