Chapter Two
“Seduction means me undressing you, right?” Tarl said, peeling off his sweater and throwing it to one side.
Sienna blew out the match she was holding, she’d just lit a rose candle. “I … I’m gonna take a shower. I’ve been at work all day.” Fuck, without his clothes the guy was even better than she’d imagined. He had the perfect amount of dark body hair over smooth golden skin and a true six-pack. He was muscle-bound, but not gym muscle, it was from physical work. He was a man who used his body the way evolution had intended.
“Want company?” he asked, glancing at the bathroom. The door was open.
“That would make a nice change.” She kicked off her sneakers, went into the bathroom, and flicked on the water.
“So, when was the last time you shared a shower?” he asked following her.
“Personal question.” She peered in the mirror to remove her earrings.
“We’re about to get real personal so what does that matter?”
She smiled at his reflection. “True.”
He came up behind her, wrapped his hands around her waist, and nuzzled into the curve of her neck. “You sure about this?”
“Yes.”
“’Cause if you’re having second—”
“I’m not.” She paused and ran her hand over his hair-coated forearm. “And it’s been over a year. Bad breakup and all that, he was a cheat, I threw myself into work.”
“I’m sorry.” He frowned and his mouth flattened. “Really, that’s tough.”
“Don’t be sorry. He wasn’t the one for me.”
“Can I be? Tonight at least?” He pulled a lock of hair over her shoulder. His touch was delicate and gentle.
For a moment she wondered about pointing out their age difference but held it in. There was no point spoiling the mood. “I’d like that, Tarl. Tonight at least.”
He kissed the shell of her ear and set about opening the buttons on her shirt. When they were undone, he slipped the material from her shoulders and undid her bra. The cups loosened and still looking in the mirror she watched as her breasts were exposed.
Tarl was watching too, and when the bra had been dropped to the floor, forgotten, he cupped her breasts in his big hands. She moaned and let her head fall back onto him. It was so good to be touched.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his breath warm on her cheek. “So beautiful.”
She appreciated his words. He was a guy who could have any woman, likely both pretty girls at the bar at the same time, yet he’d come home with her. Destiny or fate, or the alignment of stars, had worked in her favor for once.
“I want to worship your body,” he said. “Slowly, starting here and working my way down.”
The mirror was steaming up and she spun in his arms. “That sounds like a plan I could get onboard with.”
He grinned, a seriously sexy, almost feral grin, and shoved at his pants.
Sienna pushed at her cargo trousers and stepped from them and her panties.
“To tell the truth,” he said, his cock springing free from his boxers. “Been a while since I was with a woman too.”
She tipped her head. “Does that mean you’ve been with a man?”
He laughed. “Would that bother you?”
“No.” She took his hand and stepped into the running water. “Not in the least. Two guys together are hot.”
“ You’re hot.” He circled his arm around her waist and pulled her in for another kiss.
This one was more urgent, and his erection was trapped between their bodies. She roamed her hands over his flesh, learning his shape, the expanse of his shoulders, and the dips and rises of his biceps.
“Need soaping up?” he asked onto her lips.
“Sure.” She reached for the shower gel.
He filled his palms with fragrant white suds and began to smooth them over her body, paying particular attention to her breasts, her ass, and the tops of her thighs. When his fingers slipped between her legs she gripped his shoulders. “Oh … yes…”
“You’re perfection,” he said. “Exquisite.”
“No, I’m not … but you are.” His wet body shone and small drips sat on his long eyelashes.
“Huh, I’m just a hairy guy.”
“A fit, hairy guy.” She stroked down his abdomen and took hold of his cock.
He gritted his teeth and his shaft jerked in her hand. “Careful with that, it’s ready to go.”
“So shall we take our fun to bed?”
“No.” His eyes flashed. “This will do.”
Suddenly she was in the air, her back against the cool shower wall, and her legs wrapped around his waist. “Tarl!”
“We’ve got all night, haven’t we?”
“Yes.” She nodded and was aware of his cock probing her entrance. “We have.”
“Good.” His body was tense, desire fizzing from him. “’Cause this will just be orgasm number one.”
Oh, she liked the sound of that. “Yes, fuck me, now … here…”
He pushed in, staring into her eyes as his cock stretched her pussy. It was a slow wet ride and she savored every inch of him. When he reached full depth, a long low groan rumbled from his chest and his balls pressed up against her.
“Fuck, yes,” she said, dragging her hands through his wet hair. “That feels good.”
His mouth hit down and he ground his body up against hers.
Her toes curled and her pussy clenched as the pressure increased on her clit. He was getting the angle just right each time he thrust his hips.
“Oh … more,” she gasped against his lips. “Give me more.”
It was as though she’d shown a red rag to a bull. He let out an animalistic growl and withdrew, only to blast back in with an upward lunge.
She cried out, the sensation exquisite, and locked her arms around his neck. This was going to be one hell of a ride.
“You okay?” he asked gruffly.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”
She felt wild and wanton. When had she ever been so crazed with lust? Invited a handsome young stranger back and got naked in minutes? Never. But it felt so good. She was high. High on sex and the need to climax.
Their wet bodies slid together as he pounded into her over and over. The orgasm was racing toward her, it was going to be hard and fast and breath-stealing. It was like an explosion just waiting to happen.
“Oh, yes…” She wailed, the sound echoing around the small bathroom. “That’s it, just there … don’t … I need…”
He knew just what she needed and he upped the pace, increased the pressure on her clit. She came, a near violent burst of sensation that blasted through her body. The pleasure gushed from her, a hot outburst of release.
“Fuck. Yes.” He came with her, pushing the air from her lungs as he drove into her as though he couldn’t get deep enough.
Her wet body shook as she spasmed around his cock. Her skin tingled and her pulse roared in her ears.
His release extended and his chest pressed against hers as his fingers curled into her ass, holding her just where he wanted her. There’d be bruises tomorrow but she didn’t care. This was just what she’d needed, tonight of all nights.
“In the name of…” he gasped against her temple and stilled. “That was incredible.”
“I know.” She closed her eyes, her breaths still hard to catch. “And just the first … right?”
“Yeah.” He released her right buttock and stroked her sopping hair. “Just the first.” He grinned. “You reckon you can stay up all night doing that?”
“The question is…” She laughed. “Can you?”
“Hell, yeah.” He pulled out and set her feet on the shower tray. “I’ve got no problems with stamina.”
Damn, she really should have considered dating a younger guy years ago. His cock was still hard and fully erect. It was going to be a great night.
She stepped under the water and held her face up to the flow. Warmth slipped down her inner thigh. She was glad she’d continued to take the pill. It meant she had no worries about pregnancy if an exciting night like this one happened to come along.
He grabbed a blob of shampoo, scrubbed it over his hair, and then stepped under the water. “All of your stuff smells of flowers.”
“I guess so.” She stepped out and reached for a fluffy white towel.
“I like it.” He rinsed his hair then flicked off the water.
“Here.” She handed him a towel and then wandered from the bathroom.
“So, where’s the bed?” he asked, following her.
“Hidden, behind here.” She pulled back a heavy red curtain. “Makes it cozy.”
“Sure does.” He nodded.
“Want a drink?”
“Just water, please.”
She filled two glasses.
He took several gulps then a photograph she’d taken of the pack of gray wolves in her care caught his attention. “That’s good.”
“Thanks.”
“You take it?”
“Yes. They’re beautiful, don’t you think?”
“No, snappy, bad tempered, not the brightest of sparks.”
“What?” She gave a shocked laugh. Everyone loved wolves, well, everyone she knew anyway. “Why would you say that?”
He shrugged. “I try and avoid them.”
“And do you have to avoid them often?”
“When I’m home, yeah.”
“And home is? You didn’t say.”
“No, I didn’t.” His attention moved to a picture of Samba, the poodle she’d owned growing up. “I’ve been in Montana lately.”
“Nice. Wild.”
“Yep, and big. Suits us … usually.”
“Us?”
“Yeah, my family, you know.”
She frowned at him. “What do you mean, usually?”
He used the towel to scrub his hair then tossed it onto the back of a chair. “Usually, we are left alone. But lately … let’s just say we’ve had some unwanted visitors.”
“And that’s why you’ve come to New York? Because of the visitors?”
He walked up to her, utterly naked and still deliciously aroused. “I don’t want to talk about them. I want to continue exploring your sexy little body.”
“You do?” She licked her lips and stared into his blue eyes. “Right now?”
“Yeah, right now.” He gathered her close, the towel fell away, and he kissed her.
As his tongue stroked hers, he moved her to the bed and flicked back the curtain. The next thing Sienna knew she was flat on her back with a big, hot guy kissing her, and his cock nudging up against her.
She’d just had one orgasm but her greedy body craved more and she arched her back offering herself up to him. Thoughts of Montana and unwanted visitors fled her mind. All she could think of was Tarl and how his body felt over hers.
“So sweet,” he murmured, kissing down her neck then taking her right nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, yes…” She stroked his hair as her nipple tightened and her breast ached with longing.
He cupped her left breast, tweaking that nipple as he worked the other. The heat coming off him was intense, and his desire was palpable.
His kisses spread lower, traveling over her abdomen and dipping into her navel. His hands were everywhere, stroking her hips, her waist, her inner thighs, and when he dipped his head to her pussy, she spread her legs, hoping he was going to give her oral.
“This one is going to take a while,” he said, looking up at her with hooded eyes. “No rush, enjoy the journey.”
Her pussy quivered with anticipation.
“I know I’m going to enjoy it,” he said huskily, “every fucking second.”
He stroked his tongue through the soft damp folds of her pussy. She moaned and closed her eyes, fisted the duvet cover. It had been so long she couldn’t even remember when she’d last been adored like this.
Tarl got to work, steady strokes of his tongue over her clit while gently probing her entrance with his fingers. Not enough to tip her over the edge but enough to have her writhing for more.
“Oh … please…” she moaned after ten minutes. “I want to…”
“I’ll decide that.” He grinned up at her. “But it won’t be long now, I can taste your desperation.”
“Please … I…” Her thighs were trembling with longing and her belly tight with need.
He closed his eyes and worked her clit again applying a little more pressure but still not enough. He began to finger-fuck her deeper, stroking over her G-spot each time he rode in.
“Oh God.” She arched her back and bunched her fingers in his hair. “That’s it … please … just…”
He kept her balanced there. Maddeningly close to release but unable to tip over the edge. She squirmed and bucked and tugged at her nipples. “Tarl! Oh, you’re driving me insane.”
Suddenly he gripped her ass cheek with his free hand and sucked her clit as he flicked it with his tongue, a fast urgent rhythm that took her straight to the precipice of orgasm. She cried out, pulled her knees up to hug his shoulders, and ground against his face.
His fingers mimicked a thick cock fucking her and she let the dense sensation flood her pussy and came hard and long. He stayed with her, his mouth on her clit and his nose buried in her pubic hair.
On and on the spasms wrecked her, shaking her body and stealing her breath. His fingers moved through her wetness. She was so wet, much more than usual. “Oh God…” she moaned, the density of the pleasure was insane.
“Fuck,” he said, looking up at her, his mouth and chin shiny. “You really are a squirter.”
“What!” She pushed to her elbows, her breasts hitching up and down with her rapid breaths. Her pussy was still convulsing around his fingers.
“You’re a squirter,” he said again. “And it’s fucking hot.”
“I … I am not.”
“Oh, you are.” He withdrew from her pussy and swiped the palm of his hand over her soft folds. “You’re soaking and it came out in a gush as you orgasmed.”
“Oh my God,” she moaned, her cheeks reddening. “I’m sorry. I-I don’t know why … or what?”
“Hey.” He came up over her and set his lips on hers. “I’m not complaining, hell, I love it. Proves I hit the spot.”
“But I’ve never … before.” She stared into his eyes, trying to see if he was telling the truth about her copious wetness turning him on.
He gave a truly self-satisfied grin. “That’s ‘cause you’ve never had me lick your pussy, babe. That’s why you’ve never squirted before.”
“You are good with your tongue.”
“I know.” He sat back, straddling her, and took hold of his cock. “Now it’s my turn. Like this.” With his free hand he pressed her right breast upward and inward.
She knew what he wanted, he wanted her to hold herself so he could come on her chest. A rush of excitement went through her at the thought of watching him masturbate right there before her eyes.