Hitting on the Hooker
Hitting on the Hooker (Strathstow Sharks #1)(5)
Author: Mina Carter
He grinned like a damn idiot. “Hell no. I’ll give you a repeat performance whenever you like, love.”
The look she gave him was so hot it would have blistered paint. “Really? How about right now?”
He sucked in a breath, watching as she slid his shirt off and let it drop to the floor to reveal her in all her nak*d glory. A night like that and sex in the morning? He pinched himself. This was not happening, he just wasn’t this lucky.
His c*ck punched to full mast within a heartbeat to jut loud and proud in front of him. He wouldn’t have been able to hide his reaction to her, even if he’d wanted to. Her gaze flicked down, the visual caress as stimulating as if she’d reached out and wrapped her hand around his c*ck there and then.
“Now works.” Hell, did it work.
Stepping back until his arse hit the tiled wall, he made room for her. The cubicle wasn’t small, for normal people, but with him in it, space was at a premium.
“Big lad,” she murmured, a catch in her breath as the spray from the showerhead caught her, the water a little on the cool side to bring his raging libido down to a manageable level. Reaching out, he adjusted the temperature and extended his free arm.
She stepped into his embrace, no coyness about her manner even when his c*ck pressed into her stomach. She treated him to a hot look, hands smoothing over the width of his shoulders. “You’re a big lad all round, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” The rough growl of his voice, thick with desire, was almost unrecognizable. “Want me prove it to you again?”
Wicked heat and mischief sparked in her eyes. Shaking her head, she went up on tiptoe to plant a trail of kisses over his wet shoulders. Nips and hot, open mouthed kisses that tested the strength in his knees. Locking them, he concentrated on keeping his hands light on her waist. Letting her touch him, kiss him.
“Hmm, you know.” She traced the line of his collarbone with her tongue. “I think I need to check for myself.”
He swore, the expletive violent, and followed with a shaky laugh. “God, yeah. I mean… Please.”
Dropping his head back, he let her have open access to his body, marvelling all the while that she wanted to, that she was still here. But she seemed as fascinated with him as he was with her. A hum rose in the back of her throat, a pleased little sound that reminded him of a cat purring. He liked it. Liked her.
Fuck, yeah, he liked her. Really liked her.
Her hands smoothed over his chest, tracing the line of his pecs before moving down to his abdomen. Male vanity made him tense, bringing his six pack out into high relief. He wanted her to see and feel the best of him.
Her fingers worked down. He sucked his breath in, anticipation holding him prisoner as her hand drew closer and closer to his cock. The memory of her fingers wrapped around him last night made his c*ck jerk, a bead of pr**um glistening at the tip. God, if she didn’t touch him soon…
The wet heat of her tongue flicked over his nipple the same instant her small hand closed around his cock. The breath punched out of his lungs as his back arched, and his h*ps thrust forward all at the same time, body jerking different ways as it chased the pleasure she offered.
“God, yeah. Do that more.”
Reaching up, he planted a hand on the walls either side of him. He didn’t trust himself to use the showerhead to hold onto. The sensation of her mouth and her hand on him…he’d tear the damn thing right off the wall. It was all he could do to stay still as she explored him, but there was no way he was moving. Not while she touched him like this.
Licking and kissing the flat discs of his n**ples, she alternated flicking her tongue over them with gentle nips that made him gasp. Gritting his teeth, he shoved his hands harder against the tiles. Anything to stay upright.
Heat surged as she worked him, pumping his c*ck in steady strokes that threatened to blow his mind. His h*ps developed a mind of their own, rocking counter to the motion of her hand. Looking down, he watched the head of his c*ck flash in and out of her grip. God, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“Hmm, big…but I think I need more evidence.”
Tom threw his head back, the back of his skull thunking against the wall. She was trying to kill him. She slid to her knees right there in front of him, hands on his thighs for balance, and he lost the ability to think.
The first warm, wet rasp of her tongue over his c*ck made him flinch, the second, moan, and when she leaned forward to engulf him in the heated cavern of her mouth, he was done. She had him; heart, body and soul. The fact that she’d do something like this for him without asking, without the coercion he’d always had to exert with previous girlfriends to get such a treat… it blew his mind.
She slid down, more of his c*ck enclosed by silky heat until he was sure he was going to choke her. Then she pulled back, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Removed from the warmth of her mouth, cooler air hit his wet shaft, and he shivered. But just as quickly, she was back, fingers digging into his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down. Driving him to heaven, or hell, and back again.
One hand moved without conscious thought, driving into her hair to hold her in place. All the muscles in his arm tensed until they screamed to avoid taking control of her head and making her move faster. He couldn’t help the tiny thrust of his hips, looking down to watch her lips around him as she sucked him off.
Fire raced out from his spine to encircle his balls, pulling them up tight as his c*ck pulsed in her mouth. He fought back the rising tide within him. The way he felt, if he came, he’d damn well choke her. Lord help him, she only had to touch him, and he was ready to go.
“Come here,” he murmured and pulled her to her feet. She released his c*ck with a pop, managing one last soul-stealing lick over the tip as she stood. Before she’d reached her feet, he moved.
Turning, he pressed her back against the wall and pinned her in place with his body. Water splattered over them, hitting his shoulders first, then streaming down between them. A shudder hit him at the feel of her wet skin and curves. He wanted her in the worst possible way. If she knew the stuff that was going through his head, she’d run, and he wouldn’t blame her. Hell, he’d tell her to run faster.
Not that she could outrun him. For an instant, the thought of chasing her, running her down, and capturing her caveman-style flashed through his head. He almost went up in flames. Primal possessiveness and need wrapped him in its insistent grip.
He had to have her. Had to sink into her wet heat again, f**k her in long, slow strokes until she came gasping and shuddering around him. He wanted to hear his name on her lips again, cried out in passion.
Hands rough in his need, he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She locked her ankles together behind his h*ps to hold herself in place. Her breathing caught, a tiny catch of need as he readjusted himself, fitting the broad head of his c*ck against her.
“God yeah, please. Oh—“
Her soft moan whispered against his throat, an extra caress as he thrust in. He paused, head bent over her shoulder as sensation and emotion welled up and threatened to choke him.
He’d come home. And he never wanted to leave.
*
Yup, he was just as big as she’d thought last night. Fern wrapped herself around Tom, and revelled in his strength as he held her around the waist with one arm, the other braced against the wall.
She moaned, ragged sounds of pleasure escaping her as he moved. Pulling almost out of her to drive back in again with a power and precision that stole her breath and her sanity. He’d taken her several times last night, all different positions and varying tempos, from slow and seductive right through to fast and furious. None of that prepared her for now. None of it could have.
His movements were hard with the tension, the sheer need, she could feel tightening his entire body. As though she’d surprised him, and he hadn’t had time to get the mask in place again. As though he rode the edge of his control and couldn’t pull back. He had to touch her, take what he needed. Wanted.
There was no gentleness. He didn’t hurt her, but he wasn’t soft either. Not like he had been last night. No, now he was totally alpha male, taking and demanding her response in return as he f**ked her, pure and simple. The change thrilled her, made her cling to him. Her man. She cried out, relaxing in his embrace to offer him everything she had. Everything of herself.
He growled in response, and his grip tightened. The primitive sound thrilled her. He thrust into her, pinning her with ease between his solid body and the tiles. His gaze was hard, boring into hers, holding her captive as much with his gaze as with his body.
He was claiming her. Somewhere deep in her heart, the part that was all about base instincts and emotions, she knew that. With every heavy thrust and quick roll of his hips, he staked a claim. Declared with everything that he had that she was his.
The knowledge should have scared the daylights out of her. Instead, it thrilled her. Her breathing shortened her breathing, her body tight with the sort of tension she had no business feeling, not this quick. Not after how many times he’d made her come last night.
“Oh, god,” he gasped, clutching at his shoulders. She wasn’t, shouldn’t be, anywhere near coming yet. But there was just something about him, like he only had to touch her, and she was ready to go up in flames. “Tom…”
“I’m here, love,” He muttered, low and harsh against her neck. The endearment had her heart flipping over in her chest. Did he mean it, or did it just roll meaninglessly off his tongue? “I’ve got you.”
She closed her eyes and relaxed. Her cli**x washed over her, a lazy pleasure that ripped through her to buffet her like she was caught in the rapids of a storm-swollen river.
He felt it, pausing mid-thrust to swear as her p**sy clamped down around him. Hard squeezes as pleasure whipped through her. Groaning her name, he wrapped his arms around her and picked up pace.
The heavy slams of his h*ps against hers, and the depth his driving c*ck hit her, tore his name from her lips. Again and again. An endless litany as he thrust home a last time, and stiffened. She was pinned, his c*ck impaling her to jerk and pulsed deep within her as he came.
She wrapped her arms tighter around him, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as she whispered into his ear. He shuddered, hands hard as he pulled back to kiss her. Raw and primal, it rocked her to the core, leaving her breathless.
“So, do I pass muster?” He lifted his head, blue eyes intense with emotion. “Can I persuade you to see me again? Perhaps make it a long-term thing…"
Yes… oh lord, yes. Hiding the stupid grin that wanted to spread over her face at his words, she leaned in and brushed her lips over his.
“I think something like that can be arranged. How about we start tonight?”
The End