Hard and Fast(21)

Holding the packet in his mouth, he undid his jeans and shoved them and  his boxer briefs down one-handed. They got to about his knees and he  figured they would fall on their own after that. Using his teeth, he  opened the condom and managed to get it rolled on his erection all while  still stroking inside Imogen. Pleased with his multitasking skills, Ty  finished securing the condom then took Imogen's hands, which had been  fluttering around by his waist, and gripped them together. He raised her  arms up over her head, wrists together, flat against the wall.

When she would have protested, he swallowed her words with a kiss, one that tasted of her arousal. He





loved to kiss a woman after his mouth had been between her thighs. He  loved to give her a taste of her own desire, loved the woman who took  it, enjoyed it, appreciated it. Imogen clearly did, her tongue slipping  into his mouth, kissing him feverishly and eagerly. Ty nudged her legs a  little apart with his feet, stepping out of his jeans as he did,  enjoying the feel of her hips arching to bump against his, her nipples  taut and thrust forward for his attention.

"Go up on your toes, Emma Jean."

He knew she wouldn't protest, that she would do it. But she would ask why, and she did.

"Why?" she asked, even as she obeyed and raised herself up on her toes,  providing him with a gorgeous view, her arms up, her breasts heaving  with her rapid breathing, her hips and legs long and sensual.

"It makes the angle better." Ty brought his erection between her legs  and moved it slowly up and down over her folds. "Open yourself for me."

"Are you really going to penetrate me while I'm standing against this wall?"

"Yes. For a minute or two."

"I find that exciting."

"Me, too. Now open yourself for me," he demanded, rougher this time. He  wanted inside her and it was sheer torture to feel her slickness over  his head, lubricating the condom and teasing him with all the warmth she  would provide.

"You don't really have to, you know," she said, eyes half-closed. "You  just push it in and that usually works just fine. A rather clever  design, actually, that it remains closed until in use, but no  complicated system is required to-"

Imogen yelped when Ty bit her nipple.

"I want you," he said carefully, "to take your right hand, slide it down  between us, and open yourself for my cock. Now. Not because you have  to, but I want to see your fingers on yourself, because I want to feel  you pulling yourself apart for me to thrust into you and fuck you. Do  you understand?" She stared at him in shock, completely still except for  the rise and fall of her chest. Ty knew he was being demanding and a  little impatient, but he was aching to take her and he wanted her  acquiescence, her very obvious acceptance of him into her body. And she  liked it. He could tell. She was shocked, yes, but most of what he saw  in her eyes was excitement. Lust.

Which made him harder than he would have ever thought possible. The  thought of taking Imogen to a place where she no longer analyzed every  action, where she just felt and did, made him ache with red-hot desire.  He was going to do that, give that to her.

"My goodness, you're bossy," she said.

"And you didn't answer the question. Do you understand?" Ty started to move his cock away from her.

She quickly nodded. "Yes, I understand."

"Then do it." He moved back into position.

Imogen sucked in a breath and tentatively moved her left hand down. She  abruptly stopped herself and switched them. "Wait, you said right."

Ty bit back a groan. He should have known she would follow him to the  letter. "Yes. Good girl." Her fingers snaked down between their bodies  and she closed her eyes as she found her hot, wet core.                       
       
           



       

Ty watched her accidentally brush against her clit, then linger there  for a second, rolling her thumb over the tight button before she  redirected, sliding her first two fingers down over her folds, then  opening them in a V. Opening herself for him.

Raising his right hand, Ty enclosed it over Imogen's left hand still  above her head against the wall. He gripped her for leverage and for the  connection, gave her temple a soft kiss, then thrust himself into her.

They both moaned, his loud and raw, hers tapering off into a whimper.

"Damn, you feel good," he said, resting in place for a second, savoring  the snugness of her enclosing him, the way their thighs were pressing  together.

Her reply was another soft moan, followed by, "I feel really . . . full in this position."

"Is that a good thing?" Ty pulled back slowly and thrust back into her, biting back a curse.

"Oh, yes," she said, nodding, her hair puffing up above her head in a  funny little cone that bobbed as she moved her head enthusiastically.  "It's incredibly good. Indescribable. De-"





She stopped speaking when he thrust into her again.

"-lightful," she finished.

Ty would have laughed under any other circumstances, but nothing about  burying himself in Imogen against his bedroom wall made him want to  laugh. He picked up speed, found a rhythm that had her groans coming in  regular staccato bursts, one for each time he drove deep, no matter how  fast he set the pace. It was hot as freaking hell and Ty rested his head  against his arm, closing his eyes as he squeezed her hand beneath hers  and just moved inside her, taking in the sound of her pleasure, enjoying  the feel of her slick, welcoming body.

He sensed again when she was treading too close to an orgasm. Her  breathing changed, her head started to shift back and forth, and she  went up higher on her toes, like she was trying to escape the intensity  of his thrusts.

If Imogen said she usually came only once, Ty wasn't going to argue with  that, or think he could somehow manage to drag more than one from her.  Not their first time together. He would learn how to make her come  repeatedly with knowledge of her body and her likes and dislikes, and  that would take familiarity. He would act on the assumption she was only  going to have one orgasm tonight, and if that was the case, he damn  well wanted to have done everything he could to her before it happened.

He wanted her desperate, clinging, screaming, insensible, incoherent  with pleasure, groaning and squirming and so turned on that she would  agree to anything and would be hard-pressed to remember her own goddamn  name.

Then, and only then, would he let her have the biggest, hottest, loudest  orgasm of her entire life, where she scratched and clawed and begged  and lost every thought she'd ever had from her logical little brain.

So Ty pulled completely out of her and stepped back, panting as she  dropped onto the balls of her feet and stared at him in shock and  disappointment. He was holding her hand against the wall, but she still  sagged down a little.

"Why did you stop?" she asked, dropping her eyes to his erection. "You didn't come. Did you?"

"No. No one is coming yet. I'm just getting started with you." CHAPTER NINE





THE man was trying to kill her.

There was no other explanation for taking her to the edge like  that-twice, Imogen might add-and then just stopping . But she had no  ability to protest, because it was clear from his words and the look on  his face that he was dead serious. He was not finished with her, and she  suspected she was going to get a lesson in drawing out pleasure as long  as humanly possible.

He had already excited her more in half an hour than other men had in  six months, so she just slumped against the wall and waited for him to  take his next course of action. For a fleeting second, she thought she  should contribute something, maybe suggest a position or two, but she  dropped the thought immediately. He had a plan, or at least liked taking  control, and she was perfectly content to be on the receiving end.

Maybe next time she could be more aggressive.

Of course, if there was a next time. There were no guarantees.

All the more reason to just enjoy the attention he was lavishing on her.

Ty squatted down in front of her. She shivered in anticipation, knowing  precisely what that meant. He was going to do those amazing things to  her with his tongue.

"Keep your hands above your head, but reach over and grab the doorframe," he told her. "You're going to need the leverage."

Hello. Leverage for what? She did as he instructed, amazed at how easily he could get her excited, how





a shiver of delight rippled through her body when he moved in front of her.                       
       
           



       

"Look at that," he said. "You are so fucking wet it's on your thighs.  That is so sexy." Then he raked his finger across that moisture, raised  his finger to his mouth, and sucked, his eyes trained on her. Imogen  felt an answering kick of desire deep in her womb, her vagina still  tender and aching from his thrusts. She actually ached everywhere, was  aware of every single inch of her entire body, her skin sensitive, every  muscle, every nerve ending tight and poised for pleasure.