Shadow Keeper by Christine Feehan
She didn't think about anything else but the way her body was on fire and the fact that he wanted her so much. She didn't care where they were, only that she wanted to keep feeling the way she was. It didn't allow for anything else to slip in and freak her out. She couldn't take much more going wrong. For just these next few minutes, her mind and body would be solely occupied with hot, perfect sex.
Sasha licked up his shaft, wanting to feel him, get to know his cock intimately. She liked how hot he was, how heavy he felt. His heartbeat throbbed through the long vein. His girth was a little intimidating, but it was part of the challenge. She tasted the pearly drops leaking and thought of his taste as an aphrodisiac. A little salty, but mostly the same addicting spice as his skin when she licked at it.
She used one hand to stabilize herself in the moving car, the other fisted him at the base and she licked around him, getting him wet. Very wet. Very slowly she began to take him into her mouth, sucking on the velvet head, her tongue running under the crown, flicking and teasing that sweet little spot that made his body shudder. She smiled, knowing she was getting to him in spite of his steady driving.
Giovanni wanted to pull over and savor the feel of her hot, moist mouth surrounding him like a tight fist. So scorching hot. She sucked at him hard, then released him and changed the tempo. She was humming, a soft little tune that was muffled by the hard cock in her mouth, but that melody vibrated through him, sending shock waves to his groin.
He'd never felt anything like it in his life. He couldn't help but drop one hand to her head, holding her there, not wanting it to stop, even when they came to a red light and anyone might see into the car. He didn't want her aware of where they were in the city. He wanted her mouth on him, sucking hard, running up and down his shaft, taking him deep, so deep he touched her throat, and then she was swirling her tongue around his shaft and teasing the underside of the crown as she came up for air. Every movement sent hot pleasure swamping his body in waves.
She obviously enjoyed what she was doing, moving on him, her fingers dancing over his balls, rolling gently, squeezing, sliding back up to fist his cock, all the while her mouth sliding or sucking or her tongue fluttering and dancing. She never stopped and there was no way to get his balance, or maintain his control, not when he had to keep part of his mind on driving. He was extremely disciplined. He'd been taught at an early age to be disciplined. She was sucking that out of him every time she took him deep.
It took everything in him not to force her head down on him, so that she swallowed him whole. There was a strange roaring in his head. Thunder crashed in his ears. His body tightened. He hadn't lasted long at all. His balls drew tight, his seed boiling hot, ready to erupt. He knew he had to warn her he wasn't going to be able to stop. He had to make it to the next stoplight before he did. He couldn't let a release burst so ferociously out of him while driving in traffic.
He tried to tap her head, even as he wrapped her hair around his fist and held her down. He thought he heard her laugh, but it came out muffled, and the vibrations sent shock waves through his shaft. The next light was green, and he let her breathe. "Baby, I'm going to blow." He managed to get the words out. Even as he said them, his hand was already applying a little pressure, desperate to feel her mouth again.
She licked at the crown and then swallowed him down. This time the squeezing around his shaft was tremendous. Almost a vise. He felt his cock pulse. Jerk. The light went yellow and he slowed the vehicle, wanting to roar his happiness at something that ordinarily would have annoyed him. The moment the car halted, he closed his eyes because his vision was blurred, colors bursting behind his eyes. He savored the way the pleasure seemed to sweep up his legs, swirl in his balls, rocketing through his shaft until his cock jerked and pulsed, blasting hot seed right down her throat.
It was ecstasy. In a fucking car. Ecstasy. He couldn't breathe it was so good. He didn't realize at first that he had thrown his head back and shouted to the night, roaring right along with his cock. His hand was fisted in her hair, holding her there while she drank him down. It took effort to force his fingers to let go of the handful of hair. When he did, she came up for air and then began to lick at him, cleaning him off to ensure no drop touched his clothes.
When he could think, he glanced around and saw the truck next to him, the driver staring down at the back of Sasha's head in his lap. He shielded her with one hand, making certain she didn't sit up, so the driver couldn't see her face. In that moment, he knew for certain that Sasha was the one for him. He would never have cared about a man seeing what a woman did or didn't do. That was up to her, not him.
"Baby, don't move until the car is going," he cautioned when he felt her start to sit up.
She used the time to cover his cock with his shorts and then zip up his trousers. The light changed and they sped off. Sasha sat up slowly, reaching for her seat belt.
"Dio, Sasha, that was insane. Perfection. I've never felt quite like that."
"Good." She sent him a grin. "I like the way you taste."
"That's a good thing, because instead of an alarm waking me in the mornings, when we're living together, I'll be hoping that's how you'll wake me."
She laughed and pulled down the mirror above the window so she could inspect her lips. The tip of her tongue touched the corner and then her finger did. "You're big. I can't take all of you."
"You didn't have to." He reached over and took her hand. "Are you damp for me? Slick? Hot?"
She nodded. "Very much so."
"I hate that I can't do anything about it right now. But you could. We're about seven minutes out. I could make a circle if you'd need more time." He couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice. "Undo your jeans, baby. Just push them down enough to give yourself room."
She glanced out the window. He had turned off the main road to use one of the less traveled streets. It was a little darker and only two lanes so no one could be next to them. "If I do, it's going to make you hot all over again. We could be at this all night."
"I'm good with that. I want you taken care of. In fact, baby, push your jeans down a little more and turn your body toward me. Put one foot up on the seat, and let your knees fall open." The idea made him hard all over again. He wanted to see her. He liked her like this. A little wanton, unashamed of her sexuality, willing to be adventurous. He wanted to eat her up. He didn't have the luxury of doing that when he was driving, but he could get a little taste.
"You can't possibly ..."
"I want to devour you, eat you alive, but I'll do the next best thing." He grinned at her, holding up his hand. He had big hands and his fingers were thick. "First you. I want to see you. Show me how you pleasure yourself."
"I have this toy ..." Her voice was wicked.
He groaned. "We're putting that on the list. From now on, we're carrying a toy in our cars. Maybe several of them. In fact, I think we need to go to an adult store on the way home."
"We have a list?" She slowly slid her zipper down and then began to push her jeans and panties over her skin, leaving her hips bare. Her tight little curls were platinum blond, like her hair. She pushed the jeans down farther, baring her thighs, giving her enough room to draw one knee up so she could plant her foot on the seat.
He found it was much more difficult to drive with her body open to him than it had been when her mouth was around his cock. Well, it was a toss-up. She let her knees fall open as she took her finger and thumb, slowly circling the tiny little hooded bud and then pushing a finger deep. His mouth watered. He swore under his breath, and she smiled. It was pure seduction.
"You're a holy terror, Sasha," he accused. "And we definitely have a list."
She licked at her finger, her eyes on his face. His cock jerked hard in his trousers. He hadn't expected the temptress, but he should have. She had fire in her. Passion. She might hide it, but it still smoldered just beneath the surface. He liked to play, and with her, he found playing not just for the end result, but for the fun-filled
She began to move her fingers in and out, pressing deep and then shallow, curling her middle finger, her thumb strumming her clit.
"Someday, I'm going to put jewelry on you, and you're going to be in my car wearing nothing else and I'm going to do everything I want to your body."
"You'll be driving. I don't have your discipline," she objected, leaning forward, extending her arm to share her glistening fingers with him.
"I'll have a driver, make him drive us all over the city."
She laughed softly, her eyes darkening as he drew her finger into his mouth. "You like cars, don't you?"
"Cars and you. Perfect combination. Push your T-shirt up so I can see your nipples."
"I'm busy. Keep your eyes on the road. You gave me seven minutes. That's not a lot of time to get off. I like to take my time. Prolong the journey."
His cock was raging at him again, which didn't make sense when he'd blown so hot. He wanted to be alone with her back at his house. He'd promised to be a gentleman, but he had given himself the option of trying to seduce her. He'd told her kissing would be involved. He just hadn't said where on her body that kissing was going to take place.
"You've got a wicked look on your face." Her voice was strained. She threw her head back and her hips began to thrust in time with her fingers. Her thumb pressed harder.
He pushed her hand away and took over. He wanted to use his mouth, draw all that sweet honey right out of her body, but he strummed her clit and then pinched roughly, taking his eyes from the road to look at her face just for that moment. She flushed and her mouth opened, eyes darkening even more with lust. He pushed into her with a thick finger, curling deep, finding her sweet spot, hearing her ragged breathing as he began pumping in and out of her slick sheath.
He added a second finger, stretching her, hearing her gasp. He flicked her clit, wishing he was sucking on her and could use his teeth. Her breathing was musical, the sound coming from her throat spurring him to be ruthless with his fingers. He couldn't see her, not when he was driving, so he kept up the work until he saw the parking garage he needed. At once he swept into it, still using his fingers on her.
The moment he parked the car and turned it off, one-handed, he turned, unsnapping his belt, lifting her up by her bottom so he could bring her to his mouth. He felt like a starving man. She screamed when he plunged his tongue deep, when he raked her clit with his teeth, when he used his fingers and mouth in unison, taking her up again and again until that little musical note had a sobbing melody.
Hips bucking, she pressed herself to him, looking for release. He lifted his head away, and she chased after his mouth. He wiped his face on her thighs and rubbed the shadow along his jaw over her lips so the bristles stimulated her more.
"What do you want, baby? Tell me." He'd never teased another woman before. Never played games like he wanted to play. Never let that side of him out. Now he wanted to hear her little cries. Her pleas. He wanted to hear her ask him for her release, to acknowledge it was Giovanni giving it to her. That shit turned him on even more.
"I want you to fuck me, but since we can't do that here, I want your mouth to take me over the edge."
He kissed her. Licked her. Pushed his tongue in her, just to reward her. He took his time sucking her clit and then used his teeth again. "I love how hot you are. Ask me for it."
"Ask you?" There was a hint of laughter mixed with the desperation. "I was thinking of ordering you."
"You could try it." He used his fingers ruthlessly and stopped before she could get off. "But I doubt it will work."
"Giovanni, will you please get me off any way that you can? I'm a little desperate right now."
If he hadn't been falling for her, he would have right then. The laughter in her voice was like music, like magic, sliding over and into him. He had been paying attention to every response, what took her high fast, what she liked, didn't like, what had her hips moving out of control. She liked that bite he gave her. The deep thrust with two fingers that stretched and burned. Her response was more scorching-hot, liquid honey. He took her over the edge, watching her face while she shattered. Nothing was more beautiful to him.
He kept his fingers in her, wanting to feel every wave, wishing it was his cock that silken sheath surrounded. He watched the rippling of her stomach muscles, and the way her nipples hardened even more. He was desperate to have her under him, naked, for hours.
She lay back, trying to catch her breath, while he licked her clean before pulling up her panties and jeans. She didn't move, her head resting against the door while she stared at him through half-closed eyes. "You could be a little crazy, Giovanni."
"The good kind of crazy, and you bring it out in me. And I am compelled to point out, you started the whole sex in the car thing, so you're just as crazy."
She threw her head back and laughed. "Where do you want to have sex next? The middle of the street?"
He was grateful she wanted to have more sex with him. He pretended to contemplate the idea. "I don't think the street is good, but I'll definitely make a list."
"Another list?"
He nodded and helped her sit up. "You said you liked lists. I'm all for it, especially if you make a commitment to follow the list and get everything on it accomplished."
"What kinds of things will be on it?"
"I have a favorite restaurant. They have this one table right in the center of the room. It's always gleaming, and every time I go in there, I think, if I had a woman, I'd fuck her right on that table. It's the perfect height. I can take her so many ways and that table is strong. The ceiling is decorated with diamond-shaped mirrors. And each wall has mirrors so the entire room would reflect us."
"A restaurant?" Her laughter rang out. "We'd probably ruin everyone's appetite and they'd call the cops on us."
"We'd rent out the restaurant for the night, silly. I can't have other men looking at my woman's body. I'm a pervert, baby, but not that big of one."
She glanced away from him. She took a deep breath and let it out. "You know, if you told your cousins and brothers about me giving you a blow job and then letting you devour me, you probably could make a lot of money."
His heart jerked hard, laughter fading. "Is that what you think I'd do, Sasha? Is that why you think you're with me?"
"I don't know why I'm with you, but in the interest of reminding you, if you're ever broke, you could make some cash." She reached for the door handle.
He was faster, his hand stopping her. "Look at me."
"I need to go in and see my brother."
"You need to look at me."
He felt her square her shoulders and brace herself. Her chin went up and she turned her head back so she was looking him in the eye. "I'm with you because you're the one. I've looked all over the fucking world for you. I'm not letting you slip through my fingers."
"You don't know me."
"We're sitting in a car outside a very expensive brain trauma rehabilitation, live-in center. You're working two jobs in order to keep your brother in this place. One of those jobs you don't even like that much. I love family, and clearly you do as well. You gave me a mind-blowing blow job. In a car. I'm a very sexual person. I want my woman to be adventuresome and generous, both things you are. When some asshole went into your apartment, invading your space, taking away your security, you didn't flinch or fall apart. You handled it. You're comfortable with my crazy, big family. You're not afraid of me. Baby, the list goes on and on. I'm giving you my word, I'm dead serious about you. I've never taken another woman to my home, to our territory, to the pizzeria, nor have I introduced her to my family. Not ever."
"You scare me," she objected.
He ran his finger over her lips. That mouth he loved. "It's okay to be a little afraid, but you have no problem telling me or my brothers and cousins off. And you would have punched Darby right in the nose. I fucking love that. I forgot to include that on my list."
A small smile curved her mouth. "I wa
He especially liked that she believed in an eye for an eye. She needed to believe that in order to be with him. There was so much about his life she would have to accept. "You haven't said a word about how you feel about me." Just putting it out there, giving her the opportunity to back out, was scary when he'd always been unafraid.
"Then you weren't listening, Giovanni," she said. "I gave you a blow job in a car while you were driving across town to go to see my brother. Do you think I do that with everyone I meet, because I don't. I don't want to be attracted to you, or even like you. Your family is too notorious, and I don't even know if you're good or bad yet."
Relief made him want to kiss her, but instead, he got out, walked around to her door and took her hand as she stepped out. "Why did you give me a blow job? Especially after the stupid things I said to you in the club."
"You're hot as hell, Giovanni, and you take my breath away every time I look at you. I couldn't believe how sweet you were to me. Your entire family came to help. I liked them all. No one was pretentious or condescending, especially not you. I felt safe with you. I still do."
He knew when their shadows touched, the intensity of their mutual physical attraction was amplified, mainly because they each felt the other's emotions. She didn't understand that, nor would she until he told her about shadow riders, what they could do and why it was that she could hear lies.
"Are we done with that silly game, Sasha, because I never want to hear about it again."
She was silent as they walked up to the front doors. He stopped moving, forcing her to stop as well.
"Woman, you didn't answer me."
"I'm considering. It seems a little too early to just put that aside. I think it's letting you off easy. I always make it a point to keep my word, so I'm not just going to give it to you without thinking this over carefully. I might need some leverage, something to even the playing field."
"I'm beginning to see the appeal of whips and handcuffs," he groused, pulling her close to him.