Free Spice It Up - an erotic novella by Zara Stoneley Page B

the power to change everything. She hadn’t expected that.
    ‘It’s for a few days’ time, to give you time to think.’
    ‘I don’t need time. I know.’

Chapter Seven
    ‘Well?’ Patience might be a virtue but Lucas wasn’t bothered about being virtuous. He’d bought the ticket on an impulse the moment he’d got back from his trip to Barcelona, an impulse that rocketed from his groin to his heart. Just like shagging her in the store cupboard had been an impulse, an opportunity he couldn’t say no to.
    But, suddenly, this was more important. His heart was hammering away and he knew it wasn’t because he’d just had an erection fit to burst and a shag that had left him breathless. It was because he didn’t know. He hadn’t a clue whether he’d just made an idiot of himself.
    ‘I’ll tell you after the tapas thing.’ She had the dirtiest grin on her face he’d ever seen. ‘But first you’ve gotta catch me, big boy.’
    Throwing her over his shoulder hadn’t been in the original plan, but nor was going at high heel speed. Being polite had its limits. She wriggled and he groaned and slipped his hand up under her skirt. ‘Stop that or I’ll sort you out on the stairs.’
    ‘Mmm.’ The giggle turned into a shriek as his hand came down firmly on her bum.
    ‘This time, lady, I’m going to be in charge and you’re going to be begging.’
    ‘You sure about that?’ She squealed as his fingers found the sweet spot between her thighs that he’d been looking for.
    ‘I’m sure. I’m going to tie you to the bed and –’ He reached the top of the stairs, kicked open the door of the flat above the bar, and took the two strides he needed to reach the bed. He’d originally checked out the flat with a view to renting it out to his new manager, then he’d realise that for one night only it could be put to a far better use.
    ‘And?’
    ‘Quiet, woman.’
    ‘You planned this, didn’t you?’
    ‘You didn’t think for one minute I was going to let you get away, did you?’ He dropped her on the bed and was astride her before she had a chance to get up, pulling her arms up above her head so he could slip the tie around them. ‘And I’m going to taste every sweet inch of you.’ His hand found the damp warmth between her thighs, his fingers circling over the wet crotch of her knickers until she moaned and writhed in a way that made his stomach tighten. ‘Slowly.’ Roughly, he pulled his shirt over his head, so that a button popped onto the bed beside her, and her eyes widened.
    ‘You’re keen.’ Her tongue darted out, slicked over her top lip, and he suddenly realised that keeping control was going to be much harder than he’d thought. The first shag had barely touched the surface of the raw need that was vying for escape.
    ‘Keen doesn’t get close, querida .’ He was between her legs, his hands grasping her hips so she couldn’t squirm, his mouth nuzzling against her before pulling at her knickers with his teeth. She whimpered and he gave up, tugged her panties down with one hand, and paused inches away from her swollen lips. He blew a line of cold air down her slit and the moan finished him; he leant forward, and as his tongue sought out the sweetness of her juices she gave a little sigh, a sound he’d been waiting for. His tongue delved deeper and he could already feel her pussy grabbing, throbbing gently with need. He sucked on the tight bud of her clit, circled with his tongue and drank her in as she twisted in his grip, her thighs parting wider than ever to let him in.
    Her body was taut, hot beneath his hands as he eased himself higher up the bed until he lay at the side of her.
    ‘Untie me, please, it’s my turn.’ And even before he’d fully released her wrists she had twisted over him, was lowering herself onto his cock, easing him into her slick channel as though he belonged there. He reached up to hold the full, round breasts but she smiled, closed her eyes, and threw her head