Free Red by Bianca D'Arc Page A

saw.
    His belt buckle out of the way, she opened the fly of his pants, pushing downward, gasping when she discovered—much to her delight—that he wore no underwear. His hips were narrow and muscular and his cock was hard, long and nestled in a neat thatch of golden hair only a shade darker than the stuff on his head.
    “Commando?” she teased, taking hold of his erection as he sucked in a breath.
    She met his gaze and raised one eyebrow as she smiled. His expression held amusement and a heavy arousal that spurred her on. They were definitely on the same page. This wouldn’t take long, at least not the first time.
    “Saves time,” he said shortly, releasing her bra clasp with one hand.
    Now that took talent. She didn’t want to think how much practice he’d had undressing women, but she was thankful when he pushed the straps down her arms and freed her aching breasts.
    She was even more thankful when he cupped her in his palms, rubbing gently. He wasn’t grabby. She liked the way he savored her skin, touching gently at first, watching and learning how she liked to be handled. She returned the favor, moving her hand over his cock in slow, squeezing motions.
    “You’re beautiful, Trisha,” he whispered against her lips as he closed the space between them.
    She was forced to let go of his cock, but he seemed intent on learning her curves with his mouth. He trailed his lips down over her breasts, pausing to lick and then suck, driving her arousal higher with each gentle nip. He opened the zipper on her short skirt and pushed it down and away, leaving her in the garter and stockings she’d chosen to wear, along with the black lace panties that matched her discarded bra.
    “Yowza. You dress like a siren, Trisha mine.”
    She heard his words mumbled against her skin as he knelt before her, working his way down her body with hands, mouth and tongue. He expertly unhooked the stockings from the garter but didn’t push them down her body. She was perplexed until she felt her panties being tugged away and the clips returned to their positions on her stockings. Apparently he wanted to fuck her with the stockings on.
    A little thrill went through her when she realized he liked the way she looked in them. She did too, but nobody had ever really seen her in such feminine gear. Her usual style of dress was a lot more conservative, but the stockings had been a gift and she’d found she liked them after giving them a try. Bringing them on this trip had seemed frivolous when she was packing, but she was really glad she’d thought to pack them now.
    Steve nudged her legs apart and with a shock, she realized what he wanted. How decadent she felt, standing in the middle of the lab with the most gorgeous man she’d ever met on his knees between her spread legs. His tongue touched her clit and she nearly swooned. She reached out and grabbed his head for balance, loving the texture of his short hair under her fingertips.
    She could just imagine what this must look like. She was mostly naked except for her heels, garter belt and stockings. He still wore his T-shirt and pants, though they were open and his dick was sticking out like a ramrod in front. From behind though, it probably looked like he was fully dressed. Fully dressed and eating her pussy while she stood above him.
    Holy moly. Just thinking about the picture they made drove her excitement level higher. And then he slid his finger into her while his tongue danced around her clit in a rapid rhythm designed to drive her insane. She cried out as she came against his mouth, her knees buckling a bit, but his free arm came around her, supporting her butt and holding her steady while he rode her through the little storm.
    When she finally quieted and was able to stand on her own again, he pulled back, smiling up at her from his position on the floor. She’d never had a man look at her that way. For that matter, she’d never been given oral sex while standing up and certainly not