Hitting The Spot: A Forbidden Flowers Story Page 5

  She moaned and barely suppressed the need to roll her hips against his fingers as he found her swollen clit, only to give in a moment later when he applied more pressure.

  She was turned on. But she’d been in this position before. Turned on and ready to blow, only for the moment to fizzle and deflate like a pricked balloon the moment things got serious.

  “Maybe you just need a touch of the taboo to let yourself go,” he said, forcing her panties even farther to the side so he could slide his middle finger into her as he gently circled her clit with the pad of his thumb.

  Oh, now this was new. She’d never been fingered like this before. Unable to hold back, she rotated her hips with a little more gusto.

  “Do you like that?” he asked.

  She nodded, mouth open, riding his hand with her forearms draped over his shoulders.

  His index finger joined his middle finger inside her and applied pressure to the front wall of her vagina, massaging firmly as his thumb rubbed her clit forward and back.

  Okay, this felt a lot different. The sensations coursing through her were more powerful, more intense, escalating rapidly. Too rapidly.

  “Theo . . .” She gripped his shoulders, pushing up onto her knees as every muscle tightened and she humped his hand.

  This was already the closest she’d come to orgasming with a man, and he’d only just started. She waited for the inevitable fading of her excitement, but no such ebb came. Instead, his ministrations took her higher, making her feel things she’d never felt before, not even with her own hand.

  Skills? Hell, Theo was a magician! And he was going to make her come. Seriously come. Hard! But out here? On the beach? There was a house right behind them. Less than a hundred feet away. The lights were on, and she could see a couple inside walking toward the patio door. They were going to come outside.

  “Stop,” she said, on the verge of cresting. “You have to stop. Someone’s going to see us.”

  But he didn’t stop. If anything, he increased the pressure on her G-spot and rubbed her clit even harder.

  “Theo!” The couple was almost to the door.

  “I’m not stopping until you come, Emma” he said quietly, holding his arm around the small of her back so she couldn’t pull away.

  Pleading with her eyes for him to stop did nothing to soften his resolve. He was doing this, and if she didn’t want that couple about to step out onto their patio to witness her first climax with a man, she needed to give up the fight. Rising higher on her knees, she braced her hands on his shoulders and surrendered. She was already beyond the point of no return, anyway, so why not give in to the indulgence.

  His fingers, his thumb, the risk of being seen. It all came together in a collision of fire and light. Squealing tightly through clenched vocal cords, she threw back her head and came harder than she ever had, then fell into uncontrollable shudders as her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers in a series of violent contractions. Crashing down onto his lap, she locked her arms around his shoulders and shivered against him, panting in frantic gasps as more pleasure than she’d ever felt wrecked her body.

  It had happened. A man had made her come. Just when she’d been on the verge of losing hope it would ever happen, Theo showed her miracles were still possible.

  Tears sprang into her eyes, and she wound her arms more tightly around him, resting her cheek against his shoulder as her pleasure and heavy breathing gave way to quiet, uncontrollable sobs.

  She’d thought Trina had been crazy when she’d said Theo had made a woman cry because the sex had been so good, and now here she was, proving she’d been right.

  “Sshh.” Theo eased his fingers out of her, then held her close, gently stroking his palm down her hair and back. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded, sniffling.

  They stayed like that for a while, nestled in each other’s arms, feeling the caress of the warm wind on their skin as Emma came back down to earth and assimilated what had just happened.

  Theo had made her come, and he hadn’t even been trying. Other men had touched her, fingered her, gone down on her, and given it their all, and they had failed. Theo had pulled her onto his lap on the beach, slid his hand under her dress, and gotten her off within two minutes. Was that because he was just that good—skills—or because something about being in public had accelerated her arousal in a way that not even her internal sex suppressors had been able to stop?

  She took a final deep, cleansing breath and leaned back, keeping her hands on his shoulders. “Thank you.”

  Could she be anymore pitiful? She had just thanked him for making her come. How pathetic.

  He offered her an unapologetic Cheshire grin, but didn’t say anything for a long moment. Then, “You wanna get out of here?” He bobbed his head in the direction of his house.

  She knew what would happen if she said yes. His erection still strained against the front of his shorts.

  Was she ready for that? She’d only just had her first orgasm with someone other than herself. Maybe she should let herself celebrate this victory for a while before she tried taking things up a notch.

  Then again, maybe she should ride this high while it lasted. There was something to be said for rolling with a lucky streak. If Theo could make her come once, maybe he could do it again.

  Biting the inside of her bottom lip, she nodded.

  “Good, because I’m not done with you yet.”

  Her heart fluttered at the devilish gleam in his eyes. “Done with me?” she asked as he helped her to her feet and retrieved their beers.

  Handing her bottle to her, he winked, then laced the fingers of his free hand around hers as they started down the beach. “Oh, yeah. We’re nowhere near done.”

  He sure was confident. Hopefully, her stagnant sexual response wouldn’t come out of remission for the next go-round. If it did, she might never recover.

  Chapter Six

  Theo didn’t waste any time when they got back to his place. Probably because his erection hadn’t gone anywhere, and he knew that if he didn’t do something about it soon, he was going to be in for a long, uncomfortable night.

  He led her up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom. The moment the door closed, he spun and pressed her against the wall, layering his mouth over hers with enough heat to melt steel.

  Her fingers went to work on the buttons of his shirt as his gathered the skirt of her dress.

  “What if you can’t make me come again?” she murmured between full-tongued kisses that set the tips of her toes on fire.

  “Do you doubt me?” He lifted her dress over her head and tossed it aside.

  “No.” She looked him in the eye. “I doubt me.”

  Time stood still for a millisecond as lines of understanding etched the skin around his eyes. “Don’t.” He shook his head and helped her finish unbuttoning his shirt. “Don’t doubt. I’ve got you. I’ve got this.” He caressed her through her panties, making her gasp. “I’ll take care of you.”

  She wanted to believe him, but while he had taken her to new heights on the beach with his hand, sex was different. She wasn’t sure she could give him a repeat performance of what had happened less than thirty minutes ago. A thick, hard cock was a lot different from a couple of fingers. And an erection couldn’t rub her clit like his thumb had, which significantly decreased the odds that her lucky streak would continue.

  His expression hardened. “Turn around.”

  He stated the command with such authority that Emma complied instantly, turning to face the wall like a soldier under orders.

  Theo pushed up behind her and rubbed his erection against her ass as he snatched both her hands and shoved them up over her head. Holding them there with one hand, he grabbed her hip with the other and yanked it back, kicking her feet wider apart.

  Pushing forward, he brought his mouth down by her ear. “Get out of your head, Emma.”

  “I . . . I don’t know how.” She’d never seen this side of Theo, and h
oly shit, it was hot.

  He shoved down his underwear and ground his erection between the cheeks of her pantie-clad ass as his hand dove down the front and cupped her pussy. Her eyes popped open wide at the dual sensations, as well as this new, more dominant Theo stripping away her layers with just the tone of his voice.

  “Stop thinking,” he said.

  “But I—”

  “No buts.”

  “But what if I—” She yelped as he picked her up by the armpits and tossed her onto the bed, coming down on top of her as he pinned her wrists to the mattress.

  “No what ifs.” His hips rocked forward and back, dragging the length of his erection up and down her clit. “Just feel.” He drew the word out like he was trying to hypnotize her.

  She shivered as tiny detonations sparked all over her body.

  Hell, yes, she was feeling.

  “More.” The word breathed out of her.

  He released her hands and flung off his unbuttoned shirt, then reached to the side and opened the top drawer of the nightstand as she let her palms glide up his ridged stomach, his firm chest, and over his strong shoulders. God, he was a masterpiece.

  He tossed a condom on the bed, then helped her take off her panties. She wasn’t wearing bra, so that left nothing between them but skin.

  “Baby,” he said as he crawled back on top of her and grabbed the condom. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll forget what day of the week it is.”

  “What you did to me on the beach already made me forget what day it is.”

  He grinned as he rolled on the condom. “Then I’m about to make you forget your own name.”

  She noticed that his erection was curved. But unlike Abby’s ex, Nate, whose upwardly curved hard-on had made her see God, Theo’s curved downward. What did that mean? Was she already doomed to failure? Because if an upward curving penis created a literal Niagara Falls of orgasms, did a downward curving penis completely shut off the tap? But that didn’t make sense with what Trina had said about Theo’s skills, so did it matter which way it curved?

  “You’re thinking again,” Theo warned, pushing her legs open as he encroached farther into her space, then parked on his knees between her thighs

  “No, I . . . I’m not—” It was no use arguing. She snapped her mouth shut and gave a little shake of her head. “Not thinking, I swear.”

  Whatever happened, happened. She would take whatever bossy Theo gave her, because, to be honest, bossy Theo was even sexier than everyday Theo. She’d never been with a man who ordered her around in the bedroom. It was exciting.

  “Give me that pillow.” He bobbed his head toward the other side of the bed.

  She clutched the firm but fluffy pillow and slung it out from under the comforter, extending it toward him.

  “Sit up.”

  She was practically panting from being bossed around.

  He shoved the pillow behind her so that when she reclined again it rested beneath the small of her back.

  “Hold on to the headboard,” he said, splitting her legs and holding them down against the mattress so that her back arched even more.

  The headboard was wrought iron, the metal ornately swirled like vines around vertical posts. She took hold of two posts and held on tight as he pushed into her.

  He wasn’t comparatively huge, but with her back arched like this and her legs split wide, he filled her perfe—

  Oh!

  Okay, that was differe—

  Ah!

  Stars zinged through her vision.

  “Feel that?” he said.

  She nodded. What was he doing to make her—

  Omigod!

  Whimpering, her grip on the headboard went from strong to deadly. If those iron posts had been alive, she’d have choked the life out of them.

  He was barely even moving, his thrusts shallow, subtle, not even rocking the bed. And yet with every third or fourth stroke, he struck fire inside her, sending a sharp wave of heat down her legs and up into her abdomen. Kind of like trying to kick-start a motorcycle, it felt like each pulse of pleasure was a momentary rumble of the orgasm waiting inside her for him to kick it just right and with enough energy to ignite into a full-fledged roar.

  Each fiery jolt grew stronger than the last until she almost couldn’t stand it.

  Every exhale was a moan, every inhale a gasp. She was panting, squirming, arching her back higher, gazing at his godlike body and the slick layer of sweat that had blossomed over his skin to give him a golden shine.

  Within minutes, she knew she was going to come again. At least she thought she was. Every time she thought she was about to go over, her orgasm crawled back up inside her and went into lockdown. But that was further than any other man had taken her during sex, which gave her hope.

  Fifteen minutes later, she was still riding the edge of climax, feeling just on the verge of coming but unable to tip the scales.

  “I can’t . . .” She gasped, completely breathless. “I can’t come . . .”

  But damn, who cared? Fifteen minutes of being on the edge of an orgasm was just as good as thirty seconds of the real deal.

  “Yes, you can,” Theo replied, fucking her in earnest now, his hips slapping forward forcefully. His thick dark hair was soaked with sweat, and perspiration trailed down his body in rivulets.

  “No . . . I . . . it won’t—”

  Before she had time to think, Theo pulled out of her, rolled onto his back, and pulled her on top of him so she was facing his feet. Reaching under her leg, he gripped his swollen cock, found her opening, and thrust.

  Emma’s eyes flew open wide as the head of his cock collided with her G-spot, and her inner Harley Davidson thundered to life.

  Theo flung his arms around her stomach and pulled her down, hugging her back to his stomach as he pounded into her.

  She was a goner. Whereas there had been nothing she could do to shake her orgasm loose sixty seconds ago, there was nothing she could do to stop it now as it barreled down on her like a whole gang of Hell’s Angels.

  Theo grunted beneath her, obviously feeling the pending eruption about to blow the lid off what had been—until tonight—a long-dormant volcano.

  “Yes . . . yes . . . yes . . .” Her fingernails dug into his forearms as the crescendo built to a pinnacle, then blew apart.

  Everything went black as an orgasm more powerful than the one he’d given her on the beach obliterated her to the center of her bones.

  And Theo was right there with her, his body jerking convulsively as his hips lurched and thrust through his own stuttering release, his body twitching from head to toe.

  Pleasure? Check. Nirvana? Check. Riding a flame-trailed chariot through the upper levels of the atmosphere while reaching for the stars? Check. It had finally happened. A man had finally made her come during sex. And it was better than she could have hope for.

  But no squirting. Not this time. But now she had a new goal to shoot for, and with Theo, she was optimistic it would happen.

  It was a while before either of them stopped rocking through the aftershocks, then all they could do was lie there, her still on top of him, and breathe.

  “What’s your name?” he said weakly a few seconds later.

  “What? Oh, um . . . uh . . .” She stammered and blabbered, but for the moment, her brain was still in lights-out.

  “See?” he said with a chuckle, giving her a squeeze before releasing her.

  She rolled to the side and onto her stomach as he shifted to face her.

  He brushed back her hair. “I told you I could make you forget your name.”

  Her body was still buzzing and warm. “Yes, you did.” She scooted closer, leaned in, and kissed him, then said against his mouth, “The question is, do you think you’ve got what it takes to do it again?”

  His drowsy eyes twinkled, and he smiled. “Not at this very moment.” His lips brushed over hers. “But give me about thirty minutes to recover, and I’ll be happy to try.”
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br />   “Good answer.” She kissed him again, then snuggled against his body as he wrapped his arms around her and drifted off into a sex-exhausted slumber.

  She listened to his even breaths, inhaled the scent of the saltwater beach on his skin, and ran her fingers through the fine coarseness of the hair on his chest. She had waited all her adult life to feel what Theo had just given her and felt . . . well . . . empowered. Theo had shown a different side of himself to her tonight. A more dominant side. More commanding. Powerful. And somehow that had made her feel more feminine, as well as more in control of her own body.

  As Harrison Devereaux’s assistant, Emma had to be on top of her game every second of every minute of every day. If she let her mind wander even for a moment, important things got missed. Control was her friend, and doing her job meant staying in control at all times. And she was good at her job.

  But at what cost?

  Tonight, with Theo, she had relinquished control, both on the beach and in the bedroom. And look at what happened. She’d experienced a major breakthrough.

  She didn’t know what that meant, and right now she was too tired to give it much thought, but she and Theo obviously had incredible chemistry.

  How long they would stay together was anyone’s guess. A month? A year? The rest of their lives? Hell, maybe this one night was all she got, but she doubted it. He had waited too long to make a move on her to walk away after only one night, and after finding a man who knew how to please her, she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

  For now, she wouldn’t look ahead at what could be. She would savor what was. She would enjoy the moment. For now, she wouldn’t think at all. She would just . . . feel.

  And, right now, the man next to her felt pretty damn good.

  Chapter Seven

  Back in Dr. O’s Office . . .

  “He still feels good,” Emma says shyly, looking down at her hands in her lap.