Art Lovers Romance Series Page 5

  He leans over me, whispering in my ear as his hand slides between my legs, his fingers slipping beneath my bikini bottom. “And this sweet pussy is so wet.”

  His teeth nip at my earlobe as a finger slides inside me and I gasp, something deep inside me winding tight. “Oh fuck,” I whisper. I start to tremble as Derek’s finger moves slowing in and out of my slick channel.

  “Give yourself to me, Cyn,” he whispers. “Come for me.”

  I cry out his name, my fingers digging into the soft leather of the couch. I press back against his hand as the spring that was wound tight inside me comes undone. I cry out again, but it’s nothing but gibberish this time. My mind is gone, shattered by an orgasm unlike any I’ve ever given myself. All that exists in this moment is my pussy, his finger, and the exhilarating feeling that’s setting every nerve in my body on fire.

  I drop my head down, gasping for breath. Derek removes his finger and then I hear a wet smacking sound. I look over my shoulder and see his finger in his mouth. I almost come again at the realization that he’s tasting me. He flashes me a lecherous smirk as he slowly stands up, reaching for the button of his jeans.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Cyndie.” He slides his zipper down. “You think you can handle what I’ve got for you?”

  “I . . . I don’t know.” I swallow nervously. “You’ll be my first.”

  Derek arches an eyebrow, and then his zipper reverses direction.

  I spin around on the couch to face him and reach out to grab his wrist, as if I have any chance at all of forcing his hand down. “No, Derek. I want this. I want you. I’m not really a virgin. I accidentally took care of that years ago with a toy. Please, I want you.”

  He refastens his jeans and sits down next to me, taking my hand in his. He smiles as he raises my hand to his mouth and brushes his lips over my knuckles.

  “Don’t worry, my sweet Cyn. I still want you too.” His smirk returns. “And I’m going to have you . . . but not like this. You might not technically be a virgin but you’ve never had sex with a guy, and this” — he nods toward the couch and then shakes his head — “Not for your first time.”

  “But —”

  He shakes his head again. “You’re mine now, and that means taking care of you, treating you right.” He glances at the couch. “Sometime soon, I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked, right here on this couch. But your first time should be special. Will be special.”

  He reaches out and caresses my cheek softly. “Have dinner with me tonight.” His finger traces the outline of my ear, making me shiver. “Have dinner with me, and let me make love to you.”

  I can only nod, speechless. He could take me right now, and the very large outline of his hard cock pressing against his jeans shows he wants to, but he’s waiting just because he wants to make it special.

  He rises from the couch, nods, and smiles. “Good. See you at seven, then?”

  I smile and nod, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. I’ve heard so many stories from friends who dated guys who just wanted to stick it in and take care of their needs, but Derek is resisting his desire just to make me feel special. I have to be the luckiest girl in the world.

  He walks me to his front door. “Wait here just a minute.” He disappears down a hall off to the side of the living room, and then returns a few minutes later with a huge beach towel. I laugh as he drapes it over my shoulders. It’s so big it almost covers me all the way down to my ankles.

  “That gorgeous body is for my eyes only,” he says and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. It’s so different from the kiss he gave me when I first came over, but it still sends a thrill through me. I head back to my parents’ house, looking back over my shoulder for just a second, unable to keep the smile off my face when I see him standing at his door, watching me.

  Chapter 6

  Cyndie

  “I’ve got to be out of my mind,” I say to my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I just recently accepted the fact that I couldn’t pick a decent guy if my life depended on it, and here I am about to have dinner with my parents’ next-door neighbor. The neighbor that just introduced me to a side of myself that I didn’t even know existed, a side I never would’ve dreamed existed. And this dinner? It’s basically just an excuse for what comes after. And when I was over there, still tingling from having his hands on me, I was all for letting him have his way with me. I was actually upset that things didn’t go any further.

  But do I really want to get my v-card punched during a one-night stand? Shouldn’t it be special? With a special someone? I mean, I know he talked about making it special, and something tells me Derek would know exactly what he’s doing. But it’s still just a one-night stand, right? He’s older than me, and obviously experienced. How could he be interested in a twenty-one-year-old virgin?

  I shrug at my reflection. I suppose things could be worse. If the spanking and the . . . I blush just at the thought of what he did and how he made me feel. If that was a preview, tonight would probably blow my mind No worries about horror stories I’d heard from others. No premature ejaculations, no fumbling awkwardness with a boy who didn’t know what he was doing. Just mind-blowing sex.

  And as far as doing it with someone special? I suppose I have that part covered. I’ve been lusting over Mr. Wilson — Derek — for years. If that doesn’t make him special I don’t know what would.

  I’m pulled from my thoughts by a knock at the door. I’m not expecting anyone but I suppose it could be Derek. Maybe he came over to escort me to his place. I smile. That would be cheesy, but also sweet. Excited, I rush to the door and grab the handle. Just as I turn it, I realize Bruno is behind me, growling low in his throat. Suddenly I’m not so sure it’s Derek on the other side, but it’s too late.

  I’ve only opened it an inch or two but that’s enough. Something hits the door from the outside, sending it slamming into me. I stumble back and fall on my ass. I gasp when I see Tyler, Mr. Creepy Model Dude himself, stepping inside. Bruno lunges at him but Tyler quickly steps back, pressing himself tight against the wall. Bruno sails through the air, landing on the front porch. Tyler slams the door shut as the big German Shepherd spins around, ready to charge back inside.

  Tyler chuckles at the scratching and barking going on outside the door, but there’s no humor in his eyes when he turns back to glare down at me. “Hi, Cyndie.” He tilts his head and grins. “Don’t you look good enough to eat.”

  His eyes crawl up my bare legs all the way to the bottom of my sundress. I tug the hem down as far it will go, which admittedly isn’t very far. I’m dressed for Derek, and I figured I’d show off as much as skin as possible since he likes looking at me. If I’d known Tyler would be showing up, I’d have worn something more concealing, like an Arctic snowsuit. I would’ve also made sure to have my can of mace in my hand. Instead, it’s in my purse, doing me absolutely no good.

  “Looking good, C,” Tyler says, still trying to stare a hole through my dress. “Who ya looking so good for?”

  “Not you, asshat.”

  He laughs like I just told the funniest joke in the world, but his eyes are still cold. He turns back slightly toward the door. Bruno is still scratching at it, the evening filled with his howls. Tyler pulls a knife from his pocket, flicking the blade open. “Maybe I need to take care of that mutt as payback for you being such a cocktease.”

  “Maybe you need to be a man and try for what you really want,” I say, a sneer on my face. “Or maybe you’re too chickenshit now that I’m right here. Maybe you remember the slap I gave you when you got a little handsy under the table at the restaurant.”

  Tyler turns back toward me, the smile gone from his face now. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten about that, and I’ll show you who’s chickenshit.” He steps toward me and I lash out with my foot, kicking him in the ankle as hard as I can. He staggers back against the wall, dropping the knife.

  I scramble to my feet and run to the living room as Tyler yells and s
creams. I hear his voice getting closer. My kick caught him off guard and pissed him off but it didn’t really hurt him. But that’s okay. If I can make it to my purse on the bar that divides the kitchen and the living room he’ll get a face full of mace.

  I’m just a few feet away from the bar when Tyler’s hand lands on my shoulder. He spins me around and his other hand crashes into my cheek. I land on my ass again, the slap making my eyes tear up, the world transformed into a watery smear.

  Bruno’s howls have turned into barks and growls, and he sounds a lot closer. Tyler yells out and then a voice roars through the room.

  “You hit her? Try taking on someone your own size, bastard.”

  Even with my face stinging, I can’t help but laugh. Your own size? Tyler might be tall but he’s not even half as wide as Derek. I hear flesh strike flesh, and then I hear someone hit the ground. I squeak when two big hands slide under my body and lift me into the air. I swipe the tears from eyes, embarrassed to have him see my crying face.

  “Oh my god, Derek. Put me down before you hurt yourself.”

  Derek chuckles, smiling down at me. “Not a chance. You were made to be held by me.”

  I suddenly become very aware of his hands on me, how close he’s holding me. Tyler’s sudden appearance almost had me ready to swear off men for good, but this man has ignited a fire in me. I lick my lips and his eyes drop to my mouth. I’m thinking about how nice it would be for him to kiss me when he dips his head, claiming my mouth with his. I moan, reaching up to caress his cheek.

  “Fuck! Make it stop,” an anguished voice moans. I glance down and have to hold back a laugh. Cleopatra has finally decided to do her share of defending me. She’s sitting right beside Tyler’s head, whacking him nonstop in the face.

  “Shut up, you big baby,” I say, no longer able to hold back a giggle. “At least she’s not using her claws.”

  I can feel Derek’s eyes on me and I turn to look at him. He’s staring intently at my cheek. “It’s okay. Just stings a little.” I wiggle around in his arms a little. “Now let me down so I can call the police.” For just a second, I think he’s going to refuse, and possibly just hold me close to him forever. I have to admit the idea doesn’t exactly break my heart. But the cops might think it’s weird, so I wiggle again. Finally, reluctantly, Derek sits me down on my feet.

  Tyler reaches toward Cleopatra. “Stupid cat,” he mumbles.

  Derek growls, and it’s so deep that even Bruno looks at him with a look of surprise. Tyler groans, dropping his hand back down as Cleopatra renews her slap attack. By the time the cat is done with him, Tyler will probably be looking forward to going to jail.

  Chapter 7

  Derek

  Cyndie wraps her lips around a spoonful of green peas. I shift in my chair, trying to will my cock to not get hard. It’s a battle I don’t have a chance in hell of winning.

  The cops left about an hour ago with the idiot model in the backseat of their cruiser. We hung around her parents’ house for a little while — she wanted to make sure the dog and cat were calmed down — and then we came back to my place for a delayed dinner. It took a glass of wine to calm her down a little, but then she relaxed and we talked while we ate. She told me how she met the model and admitted to having lousy luck with guys — “Present company excluded,” she’d said with a sparkle in her eye. I told her my wife hadn’t enjoyed being married to an artist as much she liked being married to an attorney so she moved to another state. My son stayed with me until he got old enough to join the Marines — a lifelong dream of his.

  I had even managed to flirt a little bit, deciding she wasn’t as traumatized as I’d feared since she kept having giggling fits every time she thought of the cat banging on that idiot’s face like he was a drum set.

  “I’m sorry I ruined dinner,” she says. Again.

  I’m sitting next to her at my little dining room table and place my hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze. “You didn’t ruin a thing. The food is good and the company is absolutely gorgeous.”

  She smiles and blushes, and I have to resist the urge to take her right here at the table.

  “I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful in my life,” I say.

  A laugh, followed by a cute snort, escapes her. She slaps her hand over her mouth as if trying to catch it. “How much wine have you had?” she asks.

  I smile and lean close to her. “Same as you. One glass.” Her eyes flutter shut and a soft sigh escapes her as I brush my lips softly across hers. I savor her lips for only a second. Any more would be too tempting, and I promised her tonight would be special. I stand and offer her my hand. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

  Cyndie takes my hand and I lead her upstairs. She gasps as I flick the light on in my studio, revealing some of the work I’ve done.

  “You’re really good,” she says.

  “Thank you. Wait until you see my latest piece. It’s my favorite that I’ve done so far.”

  She gives the covered canvas on the easel a curious glance, and her eyes widen almost to the size of saucers when I yank the cloth off with a flourish. She covers her mouth with her hands in surprise.

  “Oh my gosh,” she squeals. “You painted me.”

  Her eyes roam across the canvas from top to bottom, seeing herself sunbathing in her parents’ backyard. I hadn’t completed it when she went inside but everything about that moment was burned forever in my brain. It was easy to recreate the scene from memory.

  “Wow,” she says breathlessly. “You made me look sexy.”

  I laugh softly. “No, baby. That’s all you. All I did was capture what was already there.”

  She looks at me, and I see more than desire in her eyes. Something that grips my heart and squeezes tight. This isn’t simple infatuation for either one of us. It’s much, much more, although I’m not quite sure she realizes that. I’m not just going to be the first man to put my cock in her, I’m going to be the last man that does it too.

  She steps toward me and I take her in my arms, capturing her kiss with my lips. She presses up against me, grinding her hips against my hard-on, and moans into my mouth. I slide my hands down to her curvy ass and lift her off the ground. Without any hesitation, she wraps her legs around me tight. That’s enough show and tell with the art. Now it’s time to ruin her for all other men. Keeping a firm grip on her ass, I carry her out of the studio and to my bedroom without breaking the kiss, enjoying the heat and passion of her lips against mine.

  I set her down at the foot of the bed and finally force my lips away from hers, kissing and licking the side of her neck. Her head lolls to the side as she moans, her hands rising up, her fingers running through my hair. I slide my thigh between her legs and press against her center. She moans louder, slowly humping my leg.

  I pull the bottom of her dress up and feel a tingle of excitement through my fingertips when I brush against her ass. My naughty girl isn’t wearing panties. I growl against her neck and her grip tightens in my hair.

  “Please fuck me,” she gasps in my ear, her breathing ragged, her voice thick with lust.

  I step back just enough to pull her dress free, lifting it over her head and dropping it to the floor.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to give you everything you need.”

  Chapter 8

  Cyndie

  Everything I need? I wish that were true. But everything I need is him. All of him. Not just for one night but forever, but I can’t tell him that. He’ll think I’m just a silly little girl, and worse, he’d probably stop what he’s doing, and I don’t want him to stop. I especially don’t want him to stop doing what he’s doing right . . . ohhhhh.

  Derek’s teeth nip at my earlobe as his hands find my breasts. He pinches my nipples. I inhale sharply at the flash of pain, and then moan, leaning into his hands as the pain transforms into pleasure.

  His mouth leaves a burning trail down my flesh as his lips slowly move lower. He kisses and licks my neck, my shoulder,
my — oh god! who knew the collarbone was an erogenous zone!?!? My breathing is heavy and ragged. I worry that I might hyperventilate and pass out just from foreplay.

  As he covers my soft belly with kisses, Derek places his hands on my hips and gently pushes me back against his bed. Following his unspoken command, I sit, and then lie back as his hands guide me back. I gasp as he slides my legs up on his shoulders, suddenly realizing what he’s about to do. I instinctively try to close my legs, but this position makes it impossible. He covers my calves and knees with kisses, and then slowly — so very slowly — his mouth begins tracing a path higher.

  “Derek, please,” I gasp, propping myself up on my elbows to watch him. I don’t even know what I’m asking for at this point? For him to stop? Keep going? And then his lips press a kiss to my inner thigh, just inches away from my pussy, and the idea of him stopping evaporates like smoke in a strong wind.

  “Such a sweet-looking pink pussy,” Derek says, his voice so low it’s almost a growl. He runs his tongue along my slit, from my ass to my clit, and my arms give out. I fall back completely on the bed and grip the covers so tight I worry I might tear them with my nails. But the worry is a small one because most of my brain — most of my body — is busy feeling a delicious throbbing deep inside me.

  “Oh god,” I gasp. “I’m gonna —” I shout out something that sounds like I’m speaking in tongues as Derek wraps his lips around my clit and sucks it into his mouth.

  Helpless to do anything but lie there and take the pleasure he’s providing, I gasp for air and tremble as little aftershocks rocket through me. One of his hands slowly travels up my stomach. I gasp as his fingers trace a path up my breast, circling my hard nipple. Just as he takes the sensitive bud between his thumb and index finger I feel a finger from his other hand slide inside my slick channel as his tongue continues to caress my throbbing clit.

  “Fuck,” I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. I grab my other breast, pinching and pulling my own nipple as my hips begin hunching Derek’s face. “So good,” I moan. The afterglow from my last orgasm begins to transform, slowly building into something more, like burning embers sparking and giving life to a new fire.