Chapter Five

Clover had never been as warm. Her condition had nothing to do with the oppressive temperature. Yearning filled her, her need deep enough to hurt and make her bolder than she’d already been with him. She hadn’t planned to strip or come on quite as strong as she did now. Somehow it seemed right.

Given her background and upbringing, ditching her clothes certainly wasn’t unusual.

She stroked Van Gogh’s achingly soft lips.

His lids fluttered. A rough groan poured from him, the sound glorious. What she hoped would mark an end to her loneliness and wanting. Unable to stop herself any longer, she dove in for a kiss.

He stilled, then slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, cutting off escape.

She wasn’t going anywhere else tonight.

They sagged to the bed. Their dinner spilled on the floor, the bags smacking, paper crackling.

Pressed close, he plunged his tongue inside her mouth. Taking, not asking. Using. Pleasuring.

No way was he shy. He freaking rocked this.

Thrilled, she suckled him deep and held tight, his shoulders hard as stone, muscles bunched. So damned masculine they stole what scant breath she had.

He angled his head right then left, seeking deeper penetration. Filling her as no other man could. Proof how perfect he was, right up there with the gods. If she could have made a sound, she might have squealed. Surrender became her only option. His hair brushed her cheeks in a gentle caress. His stubble scoured them. She welcomed the biting rasp and clasped his skull, keeping him at his task.

Their kiss grew frenzied. They rolled from side to side.

She wrapped her leg around his.

He ground his cock into her mound and grabbed her breast.

There wasn’t much for him to hold on to but he cupped the small globe, flicking his thumb over her puckered nipple.

Riotous pleasure tore through Clover, pulling soul-deep desire from her core, where she’d hidden her feelings for too long. Not anymore. This was their night to enjoy, indulge, and begin a journey she couldn’t wait to take. One she hoped wouldn’t end.

She gripped his hair and crushed her mouth against his, her teeth cutting into her bottom lip. A small price to pay for such delight.

He grunted and rolled them over, her on the bottom, him on top, pure caveman. There wasn’t a bashful bone in him now. Loving it, she devoured his mouth.

He pulled free with surprising ease, her strength no match for his.

Their panting collided with noise from the oscillating fans, vehicles rushing past, stereos playing, passersby’s laughter and conversation.

“More.” She claimed his mouth.

He tore away and gulped air. “Not now.”

“You don’t like to make out? You’re a rock star at it.”

“Yeah?” He grinned. “You are, too, but there’s other stuff we should enjoy.”

Hopefully, he wasn’t talking about dinner. “The food?”

“What? No. You. Me. This.” He ground his hips against hers.

“Get naked.”

“Not yet.”

“Why?”

“Too much to do first.”

No kidding. She was more than ready and then she wasn’t, having forgotten something. “Hold it.” She clutched his hair. “Wait.”

He lifted his head from her boob. “Why?”

She jabbed her finger at the floor and spoke quietly. “Alice. She’s right downstairs with those late customers. Until they all leave, we wouldn’t want them to hear anything they shouldn’t.”

Van Gogh turned fifty shades of red.

To keep him from retreating into his quiet mode, she kissed him hard to restoke his lust, then leaned across the bed to the nightstand and turned on her CD player. Taylor Swift’s latest hit poured out. There were other selections after it to mask carnal sounds for at least an hour. After that, she’d let him pick the next CD for their wanton encores, just in case Alice remained in her office doing the books or whatever. Once the volume was where Clover wanted it, she gave him her sexiest look and stroked his fly. “What are you waiting for?”

Grinning rakishly, he scooted down and latched onto her nipple, his mouth deliciously hot, tongue sweeping.

Delight pulsed deep within, creaming her pussy. She arched her back, offering herself.

He suckled her nipple gently then hard, both actions spectacular. His breath glided over her, delivering pleasure. His lips caressed. Nothing could top this.

He stroked her belly.

New bliss flowed to her cleft, heated waves that pulsed deep within her sheath, preparing her for his rigid rod. Finished with her nipple, he gorged on the other and stroked her slit.

So many nerve endings fired, she bucked.

He stilled. “You okay?”

“No. You stopped. Why? Don’t. Please.”

He thumbed her clit.

Feelings she couldn’t describe rocketed through her. She shuddered and lifted her hips, giving him greater access.

He had an artist’s hands, his touch precise, firm, assured, miraculous. With more skill than she’d ever owned, he teased her nub, alternating between feathery whisks and unyielding strokes.

Her poor pussy didn’t know what to make of it, her climax rushing close then scurrying away.

She twisted the bedspread. It was either that or bitch at him for not delivering immediate relief, playing with her when she wanted to come. Except she didn’t. She enjoyed how he revved her like an engine then let her idle, encouraging her mounting passion. Already he knew her better than she did herself. She braced for the ride.

He brushed her clit and traced her puffy folds.

Perspiration ran down her throat. Her fists and jaw ached from clenching them so tightly. She hauled in a much-needed breath.

A car horn blared.

She flinched, taut with expectation.

“Still okay?”

“Yeah, don’t stop.” She would have added “ever” but didn’t want to spook him with her overwhelming desire for them to be together. A couple everyone would envy and no one could come between.

He rubbed her where it mattered most, quick, hard, tirelessly.

Her orgasm steamrolled over Clover and hit with hurricane force. She trembled and thrashed, her clit too sensitive to endure his relentless stimulation.

He doubled down, going at her like tomorrow might not come.

She gasped but pressed into him, wanting more even when she didn’t, totally messed up.

The room spun faster than a carnival ride. Giddy, she yielded to his intimate strokes, her legs bowed outward, defenseless against him.

His smile widened. He explored her with his gaze and touch, at times playful then intense.

She lazed in their mutual pleasure, happy to give him everything she could.

At last, he finished.

Her turn to do him. Unfortunately, her hands proved too heavy to manage and dropped to the mattress, useless in getting him naked. “Take off your clothes.” She coughed and panted. “Now.”

“Later.”

Maybe he was shyer than Lauren and Jasmina had claimed or imagined. Damn, that would suck. “Why?”

“This.” He settled her legs on his shoulders and pressed his face to her furry mound.

She whispered her approval. Using her remaining energy, she eased her fingers through his hair, as Delilah had probably done with Samson. Van Gogh was certainly as strong, yet tender, too. He tugged her curls lightly with his teeth.

She giggled. “I like that.”

“Yeah?” He rubbed his nose over her mound and sniffed.

Oh wow. Van Gogh smelling her was better than anything she might have imagined. Wonderfully intimate. Decidedly tender. She needed to take in his wondrous scent, once he undressed. The wait might kill her.

He licked her cleft.

Then again… If they had to do something in the interim, she would have definitely voted for this. “More.”

He spread her cheeks, stroked her anus, and tongued her nub.

Shocking pleasure deluged her. She stiffened, collapsed, and came. Just. Like. That. “Damn.” She beat the mattress. “I wanted to hold off this time.”

“You did for a second.”

“Crap.”

“Hey, relax. There’s more.”

If there wasn’t, she’d die. Impatient with him doing all the work, she pulled her legs off his shoulders and struggled to one elbow. “Undress. I mean it.” She grabbed his thigh, surprised at the bulge there. Definitely not his cock. It was on the other side, huge and stiff, pointing toward his knee. “What is this?” She poked the mass.

Van Gogh’s face flamed again, but he didn’t go bashful on her. He hitched up his tank top.

A foil packet peeked from his pocket. Nobody had to tell her what that meant. “Whoa. Bad boy.”

He returned her smile. “You’re not pissed?”

She pulled out the first string, six condoms in all. There were more in his other pocket. “Color me impressed. Let’s use every one. Did you stick some in your back pockets, too?”

“I’m horny, not Superman.”

“That remains to be seen. Why are you still wearing clothes? Are they glued on? Is it against your religion to undress? Are you afraid I’ll go blind if I see you naked?”

He tossed his top on her face.

She filled herself with his sumptuous scent then clawed the cotton away, not wanting to miss anything. “Don’t rush. Give me a show.”

Even his taut belly turned red. “Seriously?”

“I stripped for you.”

“Faster than the speed of light. You could have gone slower and given me a heart attack in addition to a stroke.”

He liked what she’d done. A gift with no equal. “I was hot.” She stroked his chiseled abs. Her mouth watered at his incredible brawn. “Surely you have more control, being so strong and big in all the right places.”

He laughed. “Yeah, right.”

“You are.” She stroked the prominent veins on his biceps and cradled his sculpted pecs.

His muscles twitched.

Her pussy went nuts. New moisture seeped from it, needing him inside. “Expose yourself a little at a time. Make me wait. Make me want.”

He pointed. “No snickering or this stops.”

“Cross my heart.” She licked his finger. “You didn’t laugh at me.”

His features slackened. “How could I? Why would I? You’re amazing. No one on Earth has skin like yours.”

“Lifers in solitary do. They don’t go out in the sun, either.”

“It’d be a crime if you did and screwed yourself up. You shouldn’t mess with something so flawless.”

His compliment stopped her dead. No one had ever used that word to describe her, not even her parents, who thought she was pretty great. She grinned. “Thanks. I don’t know about perfect, though… I’m surprised you even noticed my complexion.”

He blushed. “Why? Stuff like that doesn’t get past me. I’m an artist.”

“Au contraire, V. You’re a man first.”

“V?”

She stroked the short dark hairs that swirled around his navel.

His stomach quivered.

Liking that, she touched those rippling muscles. “Do you mind if I call you that from now on, as a nickname?”

“If you want. But shouldn’t it be VG for Van Gogh?”

“I prefer V for virile.”

Despite her corny words, he beamed.

Their artless flirting wasn’t Oscar-worthy, but it was the best life offered. Two souls who could be themselves with each other, their flaws and shortcomings unimportant.

“Want me to help with your jeans?” She wiggled her fingers. “I’m used to working with delicate machinery. I think I can manage your zipper.”

He brushed her hands aside and left the bed but stood near enough for her to touch him. “That’s my job.”

“Then get to it. I’m about to die here.”

“I thought you didn’t want me to rush.” He stroked the metal button, taunting her.

Screw that. She cupped his balls.

His head dropped back. “Fuck.”

“Not with you dressed we won’t.”

Deep laughter quivered his chest. A groan followed. “Give me a sec or I swear I’m gonna come. It won’t be pretty.”

Or fun for her. “Sorry.” She released him and behaved. For the moment.

He rolled his shoulders then slipped the button through its slit. Silky hairs trailed beneath the waistband. She made fists to keep from ripping off his jeans. Once he had his zipper down, the edges fell away, revealing dark blue underwear. Had to be boxer briefs. He was too cool to wear anything else.

He slanted a look. “Ready for more?”

“Break out the popcorn. Give me a show.”

He ran his thumb beneath the stretchy waistband.

“Uh-uh. You’re going too slow.” On her feet, she gripped his clothes and tugged them down, ignoring whatever he muttered.

His cock jumped out. Hard and proud. Thick veins dashed down his length. By her guestimate, he was longer than most guys. His rod looked freaking enormous, its root nested in dark brown curls, his balls meaty and plump, the skin ruddy.

His musk enveloped her. Wasn’t enough. She sank to her knees and buried her face in his thatch.

He swayed. “Hey.”

“Come in my mouth, please.” She licked his smooth crown.

He twisted to get away. “Not yet.”

She followed, turning a tight circle with him, her knees tapping the floor. “Why?”

He fell on the bed and put out his hand. “Later, okay? Right now, I’d like to be inside you.”

“My mouth is inside.”

“Wrong end.”

“You can use my ass later.”

He fought his clothes, the comforter, and her, then finally rolled to the footboard. “I need to undress.”

He tossed his sandals across the room. His jeans and underwear sailed over her head, hit the wall, and fell on her shoulder.

She threw them on the floor.

“Condoms.” He pushed out his hand.

She pressed the packets to her chest. “Let me put one on you.”

“Do it quick. My balls are ready to explode.”

They couldn’t have been redder if she’d kicked them. His cock looked bruised, too, the skin stretched so tight it shone. “It’ll take only a sec.”

She ripped the packet too hard. The rubber fell out and landed on her foot.

“I have it.” He reached for the condom at the same time she did.

The thing slipped through their fingers and hit a Castillo’s bag, then plopped on the floor.

“You can do the next one.” He tore the new packet better than a seasoned porn star, rolled the rubber down his length, and pushed to his knees.

His hairy thighs and tight nuts chased away everything except a primal urge to join him in a timeless carnal dance.

She fell back and lifted her legs, offering herself to him as a shelter, a home. “Ride me hard. Make me scream.”

“If you get louder than the music that might bring your landlady or the cops here.”

She’d forgotten about Alice and the open windows. “To hell with them. This is our night.”

He gave her a soft yet promising smile. “Not yet, but it will be.” After running his crown down her slit, he entered her in one powerful thrust, stretching her as she’d never been stretched.

Her mouth fell open.

He filled it with his tongue and pumped. Their curls touched.