No Romance Required(37)

“I know.” She stopped at the small half-bathroom off the kitchen and opened the door triumphantly. “Perfect.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll wait.”

“Wait for what?” She dragged him into the dark and shut them inside. “Finally,” she said, grasping his belt.

Oh holy mother of—thank you God.

“Uh, Vic, we shouldn’t do this.” How had she gotten her hand in his boxer briefs so fast? She encircled his stiffening flesh and he grunted. “My parents are nearby. And the lock’s broken on this—fuck, I’ll hold it. What are you doing to me?”

“I’m about to make you come.” She nipped a seductive path along the underside of his jaw. “The chance of getting caught makes sex so much hotter.”

Did it? Considering the way it felt to have her kissing her way down his chest via the open vee of his sweater, he was willing to give new things a try.

She didn’t drop to her knees as he’d expected. Instead she urged him toward the sink and wrapped herself around him from behind. As her soft, capable hands slid up and down his length, he braced his palms on cool porcelain and searched for the remaining vestiges of his self-control.

Doing this sort of thing during a family dinner was not appropriate. His elderly neighbor Elba had a touchy bladder and she favored this bathroom. What if she tried to come in while Victoria was cupping his balls, feathering them with the delicate pads of her fingers? Or while she was slicking her other hand up and down hard enough to make him exclaim things more suited to the late-night cable channels than a good old-fashioned family celebration?

“Elba better close her damn eyes,” he muttered.

Leaning up, Victoria nibbled the back of his neck in between her pulls on his dick. She didn’t speed up her movements at his harsh pants of breath. No, she was much more ruthless. Her wicked fingers alternated from slow to fast and back to slow again as she transferred her oral attentions to his ear.

“You know what I always wanted to do?” she breathed. “Role play.”

His cock jerked. Jesus, did she have to stomp on all of his erotic buttons at once? “Like…you’re a maiden and I’m a pirate?” He’d even brought his own sword.

“Maybe I’d like to be the pirate.” She licked his thundering pulse. “But yeah, just like that. We’re alone in the dark and you can’t see me, so I can be anyone you want. Your wildest fantasy come to life.” She pressed her full breasts against his back and her tight nipples dug into his flesh.

He released a ragged groan. “Right now you can be anyone you want. Just don’t stop touching me.”

“Uh-uh. Doesn’t work that way. You have to tell me who I am.”

He gripped the sides of the sink and lurched forward at her increased strokes. If she kept this up for long, he wouldn’t have to worry about controlling himself. He’d let go all over this pretty pink sink, with her deliciously naughty suggestions filling his head and her breath hot against his cheek. She was panting right along with him, arching into his hip. Grinding with enough force to drag harsh gasps from her throat.

God, he ached to slide her dress up her thighs to find out if she was hot and wet for him. If she was as close as he was to forgetting that anything outside this room existed.

She made it so easy to let go. To just give in to everything that felt good and to hell with the consequences. Victoria was freedom in a shiny red bow, and he wanted it. Wanted her with an urgency that fired his blood to boiling.

“You know you’re thinking about someone.” She slipped her palm up the underside of his cock to encircle the head. Pre-come smeared her hand and she used it to slicken her strokes. Faster and faster she drove him, until he dropped his head and closed his eyes against the flashes of light exploding in his vision. “Is she short and curvy, tall and dark? Is she wearing feathers or leather or better yet, nothing at all?”

Unthinkingly, he reached up to grab the shelf above the sink, laden with candles and other sundries. He gripped the edge and jerked his hips, bearing down into the tight clasp of her hands.

“Tell me who you dream about, Cory.”

“She’s against the wall,” he murmured, barely aware he was speaking. “Naked. Pale as moonlight. Her long arms above her head, wrists bound. She’s helpless but she wants me to control her. She wants to submit.” She jerked, her hand faltering, but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Now that the trapdoor had been opened, he couldn’t slam it shut again. “She’s begging me to give her relief. To command her pleasure. Already I smell her arousal. Can taste it on my fingers after I give her what she needs.”