Controlled Burn

Chapter 3

To Montana, it had the appearance of every cheap motel she'd stayed in when she was in college and off for the weekend with friends. The whole place probably hadn't been upgraded since it opened, but at least the room was clean. She followed Mr. Hotstuff, with the drinks in her hands, as he led the way to their room and unlocked the door. They took a few minutes to move their vehicles, neither of them wanting to leave them parked at the bar. Business taken care of, they stood in the room, lit only by the low light of a bedside lamp, and stared at each other for a long moment.

What are you doing, Montana?

Then he took a step toward her, framed her face with his lean, strong fingers, and lowered his mouth to hers. Bang! It was akin to a rocket going off between the two of them. The kiss was so incendiary, it seared her lips. The gentle pressure became firmer, his tongue came out to stroke her lower lip, and she opened for him as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

His tongue was a blistering flame, scorching the inside of her mouth and igniting every tiny little nerve ending. The heat shot through her body, straight to her cunt, to the inner walls she knew were now slippery with her juices. She could even feel the throbbing in her clit.

He slid his hands into her hair so he could cup her head, angling it this way and that for better access. By the time he lifted his head, her legs trembled and her breathing was choppy and uneven. Her entire body felt as if someone had lit a match to it and she was burning out of control.

And all he'd done was kiss her, so far!

"I think we have too many clothes on."

She was gratified to hear the slight tremble in his voice. Good. He was as affected as she was. Montana reached for the hem of her tee shirt to tug it off, but he brushed her hands aside.

"I want to do it."

She raised her arms, so he could slide the tee shirt up and over her head. Tiny goose bumps popped out on her skin when he stared at her breasts with unleashed hunger in his eyes. Palming them with his warm hands, he brushed the n*****s lightly with his thumbs. Despite the satin fabric of her bra still covering them, his touch was electric. If those tight buds had been tingling before, now they felt as if someone had taken a match to them. It took all her self-discipline to stand there while he stroked his fingers over her and devoured her with his eyes.

She sighed with relief when he disposed of the bra, welcoming the caress of his slightly-roughened fingers over the naked skin of her breasts. When he closed his lips over one, a whisper of desire eased from her mouth, and she had to grab his firm-muscled upper arms for support. He sucked hard on the distended tip, grazing it with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue, then giving the other one the same attention. Her pulse pounded in every erogenous zone, and need clawed its way up from deep inside her.

When he unsnapped her jeans and slowly lowered the zipper, the anticipation of what came next was so great, she wasn't sure even holding onto him would keep her upright. But Mr. Hotstuff obviously anticipated things. As soon as he pushed her jeans and panties past her hips, he eased her onto the bed.

Montana drew in a breath. He still carried the same faint smoky aroma, but it was spiced with something that reminded her of cool forests or running water. And pure male essence. Her cunt spasmed, the scents a sensual tease.

Nibbling at the soft spot just beneath her jawline, he moved his lips in a trail down through the valley between her breasts to her navel, where he traced the swirled flesh with the tip of his tongue. Each touch sizzling and electric.

When he lifted his mouth and rose, she cried out in protest.

"Hang on, darlin'." His voice was edged with raw lust. "I'm getting your shoes out of the way and the rest of these clothes."

He took his damn time about it, easing each sandal off with great care then sliding her jeans and panties the rest of the way down her legs until he could drop them to the floor. Placing his hands on her knees, he nudged her legs apart so her cunt was fully exposed to him, open to his ravenous gaze. Wrapping his fingers around her wrists, he placed her hands over her head, pushing them against the bedclothes.

"Keep your hands like that," he ordered. "Don't move them, no matter what."

"But-"

Desire glittered in his dark eyes. "Pay attention or I might have to spank your very sweet ass." When her breath caught at the idea, he moved so his face was barely an inch from hers. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You're just full of surprises. Maybe I can accommodate you. Depends on how bad you are."

She tried to say something, but her mouth was suddenly dust dry.

He moved back, the look in his eyes skewering her as he spent long moments drinking in every inch of her cunt. "A real blonde." His gaze devoured her. "I knew your mound would be covered with honey-colored curls." He brushed his fingers over her. "And soft as silk. Oh, yeah. I could stare at this forever." He knelt on the floor. "But I'd rather taste it instead."

Using his thumbs, he opened her labia and ran his tongue the length of her slit. His breath was like a hot breeze on her sensitive body. Shivers skated over her even as her blood heated, and her skin suddenly felt too tight for her body. She wanted to yell at him to get on with it, but he seemed determined to take his time. But the moment he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, power surged to every nerve ending was so intensely she nearly came off the bed. And when he closed his teeth around it and tugged, she convulsed with a small orgasm she was powerless to hold back.

She felt his lips around her throbbing bud curve in a tiny smile of satisfaction, even as he continued to suck the bundle of nerves into his mouth. Her inner walls still quivered, clamping down on the fingers he slid into her heated channel. She knew how slippery she was with her own liquid. While his mouth and his fingers teased her with clever strokes, she wanted his c**k inside her.

Get on with it, she wanted to shout.