Tamara's Conquest Page 2

  Only one door opened into the hallway. The apartment behind it embodied all the elegance promised by the building’s facade. A marble entryway led to a wide, wood-paneled living room filled with leather and tapestried furniture. A marble fireplace waited to one side. Gilt and glass antiques stood guard on the mantel. The outer wall was taken up by windows and a glass balcony door. Lights sparkled in the city skyline beyond the dark sea of Central Park.

  An oval table waited in the offset dining area. On it stood a bowl piled with fresh fruits; purple and green grapes, orange sections, slices of starfruit and mango. Wedges of cheese and fresh bread had been laid out on a tray beside bottles of wine and sparkling waters.

  “Wow.” Tamara drew her fingers across the table’s gleaming surface. “Someone was . . . prepared.”

  Brendan laughed at her sarcasm. “Sorry. Boss again.”

  “Generous boss.”

  Brendan shrugged. Irritation flickered across his face. “He has his moments.”

  She flashed him a rueful smile. “Don’t they all?”

  He laughed, once, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I guess. Do you want something?”

  Yes, she did, but it wasn’t in that classy snack spread.

  Tamara let her gaze wander down Brendan’s body. “Maybe.” She turned to saunter over to the balcony door. She could feel his gaze watching her rounded ass the whole way, but she didn’t look back. She stood in front of the windows, drinking in the breathtaking panorama of New York City.

  “Beautiful,” she said.

  “Very.” She felt him moving to stand behind her. He slipped his arms around her waist. His soft, sensuous lips brushed her ear and travelled down her throat to settle a light kiss on her shoulder. She sighed happily and pressed her ass backward. Yes, there was his erection, easy and delightful to feel through the fabric of his tight pants.

  He lifted his head. “You love this place,” he said unexpectedly, following her gaze out across the skyline.

  Tamara nodded, letting her hand stroke his arm where it wrapped around her. “I’m New York Irish going back about six generations.”

  “I thought I saw the old sod in your eyes,” he drawled, deliberately thickening his accent. “You ever thought of moving there?”

  She shrugged. “Irish is my heritage, but New York’s my home. There’s no place in the world I’d rather be.”

  He nuzzled her neck again and she could feel his lips smiling against her skin. “No place?” He rocked her gently back and forth, rubbing his enticing hardness against her.

  “Mmm.” She leaned against him, enjoying how his motion, his touch, started her heat rising. “No place, except maybe with you.”

  He turned her around. His gaze wandered from her face to her breasts, which flushed hot under his open admiration.

  “You are so beautiful.” He caressed her hips appreciatively. She swayed forward so her nipples brushed his chest, then backed away, humming under her breath to create an echo of his seductive dance back at the club.

  His smoldering gaze locked with hers. He wrapped his arms around her ass to pull her close. He moved her, dancing her smoothly forward and then back so that their hips rocked together. His chest brushed her breasts as he moved. He turned his hips, pressing against her, letting her feel in no uncertain terms how hard he had become. His eyes told her his mind was already far gone, imagining all the things he wanted to do with her.

  Her nipples crinkled up tight. Back and forth, one step up, two back, cupping her ass in his huge hands. One step forward, two steps back, until she felt the cool glass of the balcony doors against her back.

  “Oh dear,” Brendan murmured. “We seem to have run out of room.”

  Tamara’s patience with the game left her in an instant. She stood up on tiptoe and kissed him, hard and openmouthed, just as he had kissed her on the dance floor. He leaned into the kiss, pressing her back against the glass. One hand cupped the back of her head, cradling her.

  He was a fantastic kisser. He took his time, alternating his deep tongue thrusts with playful sucks. He traced her lips, lapping at the corners of her mouth, teasing and heightening the pleasure that rippled down to her pussy and set her juices flowing freely. She wriggled her belly against his burgeoning erection. She caressed his arms, exploring their intriguing contours beneath the slick silk of his shirt. She slipped her palms down his chest to feel how hard, how sculpted it was. Her palm found one beaded nipple. She paused, running her fingertips over it, teasing it with the fabric of his shirt, taking mischievous delight in the way it hardened.

  “Oh really?” he murmured against her mouth. “Well, two can play at that game.”

  He kissed her hard, his tongue diving in deep. At the same moment, the hand that had been on her ass swooped up and grasped her breast so suddenly she let out a gasp. His thumb caressed her puckered nipple through her blouse and bra, sending flashes of pleasure down her spine.

  “You like that?” he murmured, gliding his lips down her neck and drawing her head back so he could lap at her collarbone. He plumped her breast again, toying with the nipple, teasing it, plucking at it. Not too much, just enough to make it impossible to breathe. She moaned and he grinned and slid his hand into her bra. He massaged her thoroughly and then took her sensitized nipple between his fingers and rolled it, feeling how hard it had become.

  “Yes, you do like this.” He pressed forward with his groin, rubbing his cock harder against her. Surely he could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as he caressed her. “Let me see your breasts, Tamara.” He let her go and stepped back three paces, his green eyes gleaming.

  For a moment, Tamara could do nothing but stand there. There was something about this man, about those eyes and that gorgeous body that robbed her of thought. She could see his bulge from here and she stared at it, fascinated. How could he stand it? He must be in pain. But he just stood there, hip cocked, fondling her with nothing but his gaze, evidently prepared to wait all night for her to obey him.

  She rallied. He was right. Two could play at this game.

  Tamara licked her lips, tasting his salt on her, while she pulled off her boots. She straightened and made her fingers walk across her breasts and stroked her belly down to her belt. She undid the buckle and let it fall. Brendan nodded his approval. His hand cupped his bulge and stroked it once meaningfully. The sight made her breasts and pussy tingle. She undid the buttons on her blouse until the blue silk fell open, and she drew it off to uncover her matching lace bra. She undid the front hook and slid out of it, revealing her large, rounded breasts.

  Brendan stared, and she was pleased to see his face flush. Normally her nipples were the size of quarters, big pink blossoms on her generous breasts, but his attentions, and his flatteringly stupefied gaze had closed them down to tight rosebuds. She swung her arms up over her head and gave a little shimmy to show him how well “the girls” moved. She had to suppress a laugh as his eyes nearly popped out of his head. She imagined his cock beating a tattoo against his confining pants.

  “Your turn,” she told him.

  Brendan’s eyes flashed. He kicked off boots and socks, and made quick work of his shirt, popping open the buttons and tossing it aside.

  Oh. My. Tamara ran a hand between her breasts.

  He was beyond amazing. Her eyes travelled greedily along the contours of his perfectly sculpted chest. The hair sprinkled there was reddish and shimmered like gold in the dim lights. His torso had no washboard abs, just a smooth, flat plane. His arms were impressively muscled, but not so much to render him inflexible. This was a body built not just for strength, but for swift, decisive movement. Her hands heated up with the desire to run her palms across it.

  Brendan stalked forward, his gaze turned dark and intense. He pressed one palm against the glass beside her head. She shivered. Slowly, keeping his gaze on her
s, he slid his hot hand under her right breast and lifted it to his tongue.

  Delight shimmered through her breast down to her pussy. He licked her ruched nipple. He wrapped his lips around the very tip, dabbing quickly at it before he sucked her deep into his mouth. Tamara moaned. He sucked again, cupping his tongue around her nipple. His other hand came down to play with her left breast, teasing her tight and hard, readying it for his hot mouth. He sucked, lapping and caressing with his tongue while his hand massaged and teased.

  Time stood still. Tamara grabbed Brendan’s shoulders, digging her fingers into his hot flesh. Her ass ground against the glass while Brendan drove her insane with his prolonged seduction of her breasts. The contrast between his heated mouth and the cold door only intensified the erotic sensations flooding her. She palmed his erection, rubbing him through the denim, reaching around to stroke his hard ass, glorying in how her touch made him suckle her harder, lick her faster.

  “Oh God, Brendan, I’m going to come like this. Touch my pussy. I want to feel you there.”

  He lifted his head. His smile was darkly sexy and his eyes glittered.

  “Anything to oblige, my lady.” He ran his finger across her lip, and slipped it into her mouth. She drew it in deep, wishing it was his cock. He withdrew his hand and her tongue swirled around her mouth, searching for something to suck. He kissed her throat, dragged his mouth down to her cleavage, laving her there for a delicious moment, while both hands plumped and worked her breasts. Slowly, he knelt, licking his way down to her belly, running his mouth over the waistband of her skirt and then lightly nuzzling her pussy.

  Oh, YES.

  “You’ve gotta let me lie down, lover,” she said as his hands reached around, fingering her clenched ass and finding her skirt’s zipper.

  “You stay where you are.” He pulled her skirt down. “I want you just like this.”

  She was about to protest, but he’d clamped his mouth over her satin-clad pussy. The wet heat of it robbed her of all ability to think. His tongue darted forward to find the very tip of her slit. He drew her stockings and panties down, sucking her folds as eagerly as he had her nipples. She knotted her fingers in his hair to hold herself upright as his ran his tongue up and down her slit. She was going to die, it felt so good. His hands curled around her ass, his fingers digging into the crack, supporting her and pulling her forward as his tongue circled her clit.

  “Oh God, yes!” she cried. He licked harder, then sucked, taking her between his lips to kiss and press and lap.

  Orgasm was sudden and strong. Waves of pleasure bucked and rocked her, forcing a long moan from her throat. It had barely finished when Brendan stood. He kissed her thoroughly, making sure she tasted all her musky juices in his mouth. She threw one leg around his hip, digging her heel into his ass and pressing her wet pussy against his erection. Still kissing her, he grabbed her waist, drawing all her weight in his hands and his hips. Obligingly, she wrapped her other leg around him, squeezing tight and crushing her breasts against his chest.

  He carried her across the room, smoothly and easily, kissing her and squeezing her ass all the way. The rubbing of his denim clad erection infuriated her. She wanted him bare against her. She wanted to see this hard cock. She wanted it inside her. Right now.

  She was vaguely aware they passed through a doorway. Brendan bent his knees, and she felt a silk-covered comforter under her ass and thighs, but what she was really aware of was that now she didn’t have to hold on anymore. Her hands were free to rip open his trouser buttons and shove down his briefs to free the cock he had kept hidden from her so long.

  Oh. MY.

  Brendan’s cock was a match for the rest of him. It was long and thick and beautifully hard. She moved to take it between her hands. She wanted to fondle it, to explore its velvet ridges and contours, but Brendan captured both her hands in one of his. He kissed her again, pressing her down and back with his knee between her thighs until she lay flat against the silk coverlet.

  “You behave,” he growled, and he stepped back.

  Tamara pushed herself onto her elbows. She lay on an old-fashioned four-poster bed. The quilted silk coverlet shimmered ruby red under the track lighting. Brendan stood in front of her, naked and magnificently aroused.

  “You don’t want . . .”

  “There’s only one thing I want from you now.”

  His eyes smoldered. His voice was little more than a throaty growl. He snatched a condom from a pack on the nightstand and sheathed himself roughly. The sight fascinated Tamara. She could do nothing but stare as he came to her and felt how her pussy strained open in anticipation of him.

  Gone was the mischievous, playful lover. This was a powerful, dangerous man, unlike anyone she had ever known, and she’d aroused him past the point of tolerance. The thought should have frightened her, but instead it just set her pussy watering. He ran his hands around her thighs, pressing them open so he could step between them. She fell back flat against the ocean of silk.

  Brendan lifted her ass up and sank his cock into her.

  He began at once to thrust. He kept his hands on her hips so he could move her up and down his cock, making her silken pussy walls caress him as he thrust his cock rapidly between them. He fucked wildly, primitively, perfectly. She could do nothing but grab his arms and hang on. Her hips struggled against his pinning hands and the fight aroused her even further. Her breasts swung and slapped across her chest. Silk slid underneath her, caressing the whole of her back and ass. She gasped and called his name and he only growled and fucked her deeper.

  She came. She came fast and hard, and the waves of her pleasure exactly synched with the relentless force of his cock driving into her.

  “Yes!” he roared. “My God, Tamara!”

  He thrust wildly into her, his climax pounding her, catching up the flood of her own fading orgasm, forcing it onward, carrying her with him on the fresh tide of his glory.

  When the tremors from their mutual climax had faded and Brendan had dealt with the spent condom, they helped each other clamber into the center of the bed and rest against mountains of down pillows. It was warm enough they didn’t bother to get under the covers, let alone bother with lighting a fire in the marble hearth that filled the wall at the foot of the bed. They just lay tangled together on the silk.

  “You’re amazing.” Tamara ran her hand over Brendan’s chest, stroking the wiry, stimulating hairs.

  He wrapped his arm around her and drew her close. “Perhaps I am inspired.”

  “Nice thought.” She tipped her face up. The lights she had seen before in his eyes were gone now. His gaze was more ordinary, but at the same time more expressive. Without the light of seduction, she could see the man laid bare for her.

  “I have never been with anyone like you,” he said, and those soft words went straight to Tamara’s heart. With another man she might have passed it off as postcoital flirtation, but she couldn’t with Brendan. There was something too real, too raw in him at this moment. His breath hitched in his throat and his hand stroked her restlessly. She stretched up to kiss him. At the touch of his lips, her heart constricted. How could one kiss be so sweet, even after such passionate lovemaking? Something more was happening, and it frightened her, but she didn’t pull away. She had always met the events of her life head-on. If this was love, she would take it exactly as it came.

  She lifted her mouth from his and met his gaze once more. His body tensed beneath her hands and the tenderness of his expression had turned to one of ardent heat. Tamara’s pulse quickened and both fear and curiosity fled. Her lover wanted more, and his open need set her fires roaring.

  With one swift motion, Brendan’s hand darted behind her and he slid two fingers into her dripping, complacent vagina.

  “Suck me, Tamara.” Need deepened his voice as he drew his fingers out slowly then thrust them in again, d
eep. “Suck me until I’m hard again, and I can fuck this sweet, wet pussy once more.”

  “Mmmm.” She closed her eyes, concentrating for a moment on the motions of his fingers, heating and enlivening her pussy. “With pleasure.”

  She settled herself into a comfortable angle on his lap that allowed her access to his cock and yet permitted him to reach her pussy. She didn’t want to lose his delightful caresses while she attended to him.

  He sighed sharply as she opened her mouth wide and took him all the way in, fondling his loose balls. Even flaccid he was a substantial mouthful. She explored him with her tongue, rolling the length of his cock around, licking at the sensitive flesh just underneath the head, finding the long ridge on the underside and tracing it up and down with the tip of her tongue. He tasted musky, salty. It was a reminder of their intense lovemaking and it made her hungry. He groaned and his hand clenched on her ass as she found a particularly sensitive spot.

  “That’s it.” His hand slid between her thighs and pressed up against her pussy. “That’s it, Tamara.”

  Power and pleasure spread through her, exciting and honey-sweet. Tamara began to move, drawing up until she held just his tip between her lips, and plunging down again. She licked him firmly and he pressed the edge of his hand deeper into her drenched slit. He groaned, and thickened urgently against her busy tongue.

  “Yes. Fuck me with that pretty mouth. Fuck me hard like that, Tamara.”

  Gladly. She increased her rhythm. He was so hard now, so hot. She moved up and down, fast and hard, just like he’d asked. The edge of his hand slid back and forth through her slit, catching her rhythm, matching it. She was creaming in earnest now. Her pussy rode his hand as her mouth rode his cock. It felt so good. She squeezed her thighs together, as well as her lips, feeling him go steel hard at the pressure. He moaned and thrust his hips up. She took him in, sucking him down deep. His hand moved, urging her on. Her clit throbbed urgently. Her breasts swelled. She fondled her nipple with one hand.

  “Yes, touch yourself,” he panted. “I’m going to make you come while you’re sucking me, Tamara.” His hand pressed closer, rubbed faster. That sweet, strong stroke was driving her out of her mind. She groaned around him, almost losing him. She gripped him with her free hand so she could hold him in place, lapping desperately at his tip while she moaned and panted for breath.