Free Hot Spot by Susan Johnson Page B

please." She tapped her wristwatch and offered him the most innocent expression… as though she were asking for a traffic report instead of sex.
    He was even faster at discarding his clothes. But then he'd had lots of practice. "Do you have any requests—other than speed?" he quickly added, already familiar with the drill.
    "Nope. That's about it."
    He was laughing as he settled between her legs. "You're easy to please."
    "And you're my drug of choice tonight," she purred, sliding her arms around his neck, pulling her knees up, making it easier for point A to meet point B.
    "Waitin' for that first rush?" He slid the head of his cock up her wet slit.
    "Oh, yeah…" Arching her hips upward, she reached for nirvana.
    "Showtime," he whispered, sliding into her, shutting his eyes against the warmth and exquisite tightness, pushing against her yielding flesh until her pubic hair met his and there was nowhere else to go.
    The world disappeared in that first rush of pleasure, the heated surge melting through their bodies—ecstasy inundating their senses.
    Her pulsing tissue sent a thousand little messages of bliss to her brain and skin and tantalized receptors. And like any addict would, she said, "More—give me more."
    "How much?"
    Something in his voice, something raw and capricious, brought her gaze up. But his eyes when she saw them were amused, softened by his smile, and her moment of apprehension vanished. "Don't tease," she whispered. "I'm too unstrung."
    She wasn't the only one operating on the edge. He'd almost gone over when she'd asked for more, his libido working overtime tonight with the insatiable Miss Stella who wanted cock almost as much as he wanted to give it to her. "Just let me know when to stop," he said, husky and low. "Holler if I don't hear you."
    He settled into a hard, driving rhythm, giving her what she wanted, bringing her to climax fast like she liked it, following her a millisecond later, knowing even as he came that it wasn't enough. She was whimpering, asking for more—as though they were both in sync tonight… on some headlong race for the ultimate in sensation.
    Impelled by an unquenchable lust, he was more than willing to give her whatever she wanted—no questions asked and rock-hard as if he'd never come. He pounded, hammered, and met her stroke for stroke. It was as if a mute and voiceless where-have-you-been-all-my-life sexual spin of the wheel had brought them together, and bent only on slaking their raging desires, sexed up and horny as hell, they found orgasmic heaven together again and again.
    More focused perhaps, or in some mindless attack mode, he didn't notice her hitting his chest and shouting "Stop" until she held her hand over his mouth and nose. The word
stop
was suddenly audible. "Christ," he whispered. "I'm sorry." And rolling off, he tried to catch his breath.
    It was as if he'd come awake from some killer weed where you could last all night and the next day, too. But he was straight; his hallucinogen tonight was one voluptuous lady with a smokin' appetite for sex and a soft, welcoming cunt.
    That had apparently reached its limit.
    He turned his head. She was staring at him. Oh, fuck.
    Stella arched one tawny brow. "You need to check your hearing."
    "I'm sorry—really. Did I hurt you?"
    She shook her head. "Overload that's all. Break time."
    "You can hit me or something."
    She smiled. "I'll try the something next time."
    Shifting onto his side, he smiled back. "I really am sorry, but if we're talking drugs of choice tonight," he murmured, brushing a fall of hair from her forehead, "no way Pfizer can compete with you. I was in the zone." And then he kissed her gently, without a hint of fever or randiness.
    It unnerved her momentarily, a kiss like that, all softness and honey-sweet languor. One of those split-second debates about letting yourself care about a guy like him raced through her brain. She pulled back.
    He was leaning over her, his gaze close. "What?"
    She glanced