FAST RIDE by DEBBY CONRAD Page A

them--pinching, tugging and squeezing--that he wasn’t done with her yet. She rested her head against his cheek and smiled satisfactorily. She’d never had sex this good before. Suddenly she wondered what other positions they might try.
    “What are you grinning about?” he asked.
    She lifted her head. “I was just thinking about our options.”
    “Options?”
    “You know. Other ways we can . . . do it.”
    “Do it?” He paused. “Do you mean fuck?”
    Holly found his colorful description for making love abrasive yet a turn-on at the same time. And besides, hadn’t she been the one who had begged him to “fuck” her when she’d first straddled him? She felt herself blushing at the memory, which was silly after everything they’d done together. “Yes,” she said finally.
    Kenny wrapped his arms around her middle and squeezed her tightly. “That’s my girl,” he said.
    She hadn’t been anyone’s “girl” in a long time, and the term brought along a certain kind of sadness. What would it be like to actually be Kenny’s girl?
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing,” she said, turning her face so she was cheek to cheek with him. “I was just thinking of how I could interest you in doing this again sometime.”
    “ Doing this ? You mean fucking?”
    This time when he said it she laughed. “Yes.”
    Kenny laughed too. “You might be able to persuade me to do it again.”
    Craning her neck to see his face, she wiggled her brows. “What would I have to do to persuade you?”
    He pinned her with a heated gaze. But instead of answering, he smoothed his middle finger along her bottom lip and continued to stare at her. Feeling brave and a little decadent, Holly sucked his finger into her mouth, giving him a sample of what she knew he wanted her to do to another part of his body.
    Her tongue circled around, teasing and probing, and then she began moving her mouth up and down the length of it. Slowly. Sensuously.
    She felt him grow hard against her bottom, she herself growing damp again. Pulling his finger from her mouth, she asked, “Is that what you’d like me to do to your . . . cock?”
    Kenny let out a strangled breath. “Jesus, Holly. Stop being a tease.”
    “Oh, but I wasn’t teasing,” she said as seductively as possible. And then she slipped off his lap and got to her knees on the polished wood floor.
    She touched him first with her hand, wrapping her fingers around him. He was long, thick, silky smooth and hard. Yes, definitely hard. His aroma was musky and heady. Her own body reacted to it. She’d never known she could be turned on by a smell.
    A drop of moisture suddenly appeared at the tip. “Let me have a taste,” she whispered, and then licked at the droplet. He tasted salty, but not at all unpleasant.
    “Holly!” Kenny thrust his hands into her hair, and pushed into her mouth. He guided her up and down. “That’s it, baby. Suck me. Yeah, like that.”
    Holly gently squeezed his testicles, loving the moans he made when she did so. A few moments later, she knew he was ready to explode, but he was obviously straining to hold back.
    “Holly, I can’t--” He squeezed his eyes shut as if in pain, then opened them. “I’m going to come soon.” He tried to pull away from her mouth, but she held on and looked up to meet his gaze.
    He shook his head.
    But she didn’t give up the fight. She continued to make love to him. “Kenny, it’s okay. I want you to come in my mouth.”
    And then he was back, pumping into her, and then going still as his fluid filled her mouth and throat. She drank all of him, feeling in total control.
    Kenny stroked her hair, cheek and neck as she rested her head on his thigh. “That was amazing. You’re amazing,” he said, “and so damn sexy.”
    Holly smiled. She’d never thought of herself as sexy, but after today she knew that was about to change. Already she felt more confident. Was it because of Kenny? Or had she had it in her all this time?
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