Burned

by Stone, Piper

  Which kind, girl? The one who hungers to suck a man’s cock or the one who will now be labeled as a convicted felon?

  I cringed as my inner voice whispered good morning, a reminder that I certainly had a hell of a lot of atonement to deal with.

  As I rounded the corner, my breath was taken away. A sleeping giant. Hawk had decided to snooze on the couch, a light blanket barely covering his legs, his naked torso just as I’d remembered, carved out of stone. His hair was tousled, several longer strands covering his face. He looked almost serene as if finally, the demons of the world weren’t haunting him.

  And I knew he had several clawing at the surface, trying to override the new life he’d created. While I was certain he’d never be able to trust me enough to open up, at least he’d felt comfortable enough to fall asleep.

  I took cautious steps, inching closer until I was able to peer down at all his glory. Well, not quite all. I gazed down the length of him and seeing his bare foot peeking out from beneath the blanket make my heart flutter. The rather wicked side of me couldn’t resist. I had to find out whether he was entirely naked under the very thin blanket, especially since the outline of his hard cock was prominent.

  I held my breath as I reached down, very slowly wrapping my fingers around the edge of the material and tugging. My heart fluttered the second I laid eyes on his throbbing shaft, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I was such a bad girl for invading his privacy, but the man was perhaps the most gorgeous hunk I’d ever laid eyes on.

  Darting a glance at his face, I was thrilled that his breathing remained even. I had to admit I wanted a taste and would steal one if necessary. I bit back a laugh as I leaned over, dragging my finger across his sensitive slit.

  A hand snapped around my wrist, the hard yank dragging me on top of him, my face just inches from his. “What are you doing?” I demanded, taking several deep breaths. He’d scared the hell out of me.

  He lifted a single eyebrow before darting a look toward my hand, the pearl bead remaining on the tip of my finger. “I should ask you the same question. What kind of thief am I supposed to call you now? A sex thief?”

  “No! That’s ridiculous.”

  “Hmmm...” Hawk twisted my arm before jerking me even closer, our lips only centimeters away. “Is it now? Answer me this, were you going to give me a full blowjob after licking that off your finger?”

  I was so flustered, heat pooling between my legs, juice no doubt soaking the shorts and giving away my wicked desire. As the extreme sizzle began to rise up from my chest, sliding along my neck and finally to my cheeks, I stuttered, “Um... I was not... I mean I was... I just wanted to...”

  “Well, then I think you need to finish the job. Don’t you?” His eyes twinkling, a grin spread across his face. He let go of my wrist, making a tsking sound before easing his arm behind his head. “Go ahead. That’s an order.”

  “An order, huh?”

  “Oh, yeah. I already told you. You’re going to follow the rules of this house. Period. Whether I’m here or out working. I’ll give you a list of chores and you will follow them.”

  I slid up and down, creating friction. Just like in the dream. “Oh, yeah? Or what if I don’t follow those orders, sir.” I gave him all the attitude I could muster.

  “Then I’m going to use my belt. Oh, that’s right. You haven’t been introduced to my leather strap... yet.”

  The man was a hellion, keeping me on edge. Well, two could play at that game. “Then I guess I must follow anything you say, sir.”

  “I think I like you calling me sir. Let me think about it.” He winked then nodded. “Yep. I do. Sir it is.”

  “Over my dead body.”

  “That’ll cost you, woman.”

  “Go for it.” I loved the teasing, the banter easy and free as if we’d known each other all our lives. Even though I knew it couldn’t last, what we shared right now gave me a sense of normalcy, even a hint of real freedom. I slipped my finger into my mouth, making purring and moaning noises as I licked off the single taste of heaven. And all the while I kept rubbing up and down, making certain he was rock hard and ready for my wet mouth.

  “Shit.” His voice was strangled and he closed his eyes, a look of pure ecstasy crossing his face.

  I slid down between his legs, dragging the last bit of blanket with me and exposing him in all his glory. The man was built, his cock thicker than any I’d seen. Longer than any I’d experienced. And dear God, his balls were swollen. I blew across the tip before darting out my tongue, sliding it across his slit then pulling back.

  He opened one eye, glaring at me. “Tease. You’re going to spend time in the corner.”

  “For what?”

  “Being such a bad girl. You’ll see.”

  “Uh-huh. I guess we will.” I slid my pinky down the underside of his cock, barely able to contain my own desires. He had no idea what he was doing to me and how much I wanted to taste him. As far as following the rules? Uh, no. We would have a chat about that later. But for now, it was time to play.

  I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, twisting back and forth as I slid my other hand between his legs, rolling his balls between my fingers. When I squeezed, he let off a series of moans, his body trembling from my touch.

  “Jesus. Sweet Jesus. Suck me.”

  “Only if you’re good.”

  Groaning, he fisted my hair, tugging me away from his beautiful cock. “You will do what I say.”

  I struggled to lean down, pressing my lips against his. For some crazy reason, it was a defining moment, something shared between us that went far beyond a heated round of passion or the excitement of being strangers. It was a quiet, shared moment of knowing. I couldn’t explain why I was feeling this way, nor did I want to, but I knew that he’d entered my life for a specific reason.

  I moved back into position, immediately lifting his cock, pressing his cockhead against my lips. Opening my mouth, I allowed my tongue to draw a circle around the tip, savoring the intense musky flavor as I inhaled, his scent filling my nostrils. I raked my fingernail lightly down his shaft, taking his balls into my fingers and squeezing. Immediately rewarded with a moan, I took his cockhead into my mouth, using my jaw muscles to suck in an aggressive manner.

  “That’s it. Oh, yeah,” he mumbled as he slapped his hand on the back of the couch, digging his nails in.

  With every inch I took, relaxing my jaws and throat, my heart fluttered, the electricity soaring. I moved up and down, taking my time and savoring the moment. He was so large, filling my mouth. The second the tip hit the back of my throat, I squeezed his testicles again until he roared in appreciation, his entire body shaking.

  I twisted my hand around and around, moving up to meet my mouth as I hovered over him. Then I removed his cock completely, dragging my tongue along the underside until I reached his balls. I replaced my hand with my mouth, taking his tender sac inside, sucking gently.

  “You’re going to kill me.” His words were scattered, breathless. He dropped one leg onto the floor, using the motion to lift his hips. Just a reminder.

  A ravaging need.

  I continued sucking for several seconds until I hungered to have all of his delicious cock in my mouth. I licked back and forth in zigzags as I eased up the length of his shaft, moving around and around his cockhead. Another few beads slipped from his slit, the temptation too great. I gathered them on my tongue, making husky purring noises.

  He watched me with lazy eyes, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to breathe. I could tell he wanted nothing more than to come inside my mouth, forcing me to take every drop of his sweet cream.

  I slowly slid his shaft into my mouth, easing down, trying to keep my breathing even. When I finally reached the base, my bottom lip hitting his balls, he intertwined his fingers in my hair, keeping me in place.

  “Damn, your mouth is so hot, sweetheart. Oh, yeah.”

  I was totally under his command as he jutted his hips up and down, growlin
g the entire time as he filled my mouth. Then he became intense in his actions, gyrating his entire body as he fucked my mouth, shoving his cock hard and fast.

  I released my hold, clamping my fingers on his muscular thighs, every cell in my body shuddering from the intensity of our passion. Just when I thought he was going to come in my mouth, he broke the hold, yanking me up and holding me aloft over his body.

  “Ride me, baby. Ride me hard. Take my cock into that tight little pussy of yours.”

  I took several deep breaths, stars floating in front of my eyes as I positioned the tip of his cock just past my slickened folds.

  Hawk held the kind of sheepish grin on his face that was extremely attractive, a moment of letting his guard down. Even the way his tousled hair managed to hide a portion of his face was far too sexy. He slid the tips of his fingers along my sides, crawling up ever so slowly until he positioned them just under my breasts. He acted as if actually touching them was off limits, or an action that required my permission.

  I gave it to him in the way of sliding every inch of his cock deep inside my wet pussy. A shudder slipped past my lips, my breath scattered and for a few beautiful seconds, nothing else mattered. Not the sound of Buck whining in the background for attention or the fact the wind was dragging a tree limb back and forth across the gutter. There was only one thing that seemed important.

  Hard fucking.

  This was the moment I was supposed to feel the same level of shame that I had before, riddled with guilt given I had no business being here or inviting passion of any kind. But I didn’t. Everything about this seemed carefree and natural, as if we’d known each other our entire lives. As if we were a second chance romance, enemies to lovers. Of course, we were neither, but perhaps my mind needed the sanctity of genre placement in order to handle the actuality of our coupling.

  Or perhaps I was simply overanalyzing everything.

  Either way, as his cock throbbed, sending a shower of electric jolts straight into my very core, I was forced to admit that there was no place I’d rather be.

  “So damn beautiful,” Hawk muttered. He tilted his head, studying me as he caressed my breasts, allowing two fingers to dance across my hardened nipples.

  Exhaling, I offered a sultry smile, whisking my hair down across his chest then rearing back. I repeated the move, purring several times as I undulated my hips, grinding against him. I clenched my knees against his sides, digging them in and pressing my palm against his chest. I moved up and down, clamping my pussy muscles as I rode him, forced to take deep breaths given the intense sensations rocketing through me.

  He swirled the tips of his fingers around my nipples, giving me a savage look, his eyes only half open.

  I twirled my hair against him one more time before he pinched my aching buds. Pain rushed into every cell, and I dragged in a scattered breath. “Fuck.” I dropped my head, squeezing my muscles all over again until I heard him snarl.

  “Don’t stop, baby.” He twisted and plucked my nipples, tugging me even closer. “Or would you prefer I fuck that tight ass of yours?”

  “Mmm... Maybe.” My whisper was barely audible. I rode him hard, rocking in fevered motions, making guttural sounds with each pass. There was nothing better than the way his facial expression changed, his sturdy brow furrowing, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He swiveled his hips, meeting every thrust, one hand finally falling to my hip.

  “Ain’t no maybes around here, little girl.”

  I pressed both palms against him, tossing back my head as I arched my back, enjoying every tingling sensation. The way he filled me was utterly perfect, his cock stretching my pussy muscles until they ached. I continued riding him, taking deep breaths in an effort to keep from climaxing, but I knew he was close.

  Hawk wrapped his hand around my neck, jerking me down until our lips touched. “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.” He captured my mouth, thrusting his tongue immediately inside, holding me in place.

  I wasn’t going anywhere.

  I was his possession.

  His toy to taste and fuck.

  As our tongues entwined, dancing back and forth, I moaned into the kiss. The passion shared between us was a full blown explosion, fires ignited. We both moved together, my fucking becoming more savage, much like he’d done before.

  Suddenly, he pulled me off the couch, safely nestled between the massive piece of furniture and the coffee table, only this time, he was on top. The kiss continued, Hawk in full control as he swiveled his hips, driving harder and faster into me.

  I managed to slide one leg over his hip, squeezing as I wiggled beneath him. The weight of his body was almost too intense, pinning me to the floor as if expressing full ownership. Seconds later, he finagled my arms over my head, holding my wrists in one hulking hand. I was going nowhere.

  He broke the kiss, hovering just above me as he thrust his hips upward, plunging his cock deep inside my pussy in a brutal manner.

  “Uh, God...” Heavy pants escaped my mouth as he fucked me, my heart racing as I tried to wiggle out of his control.

  He fucked harder and faster, slamming into me, a devious look crossing his face. “Come for me,” he whispered. “Come.”

  For some crazy reason, I didn’t want to obey him, but there was no holding back. My body betrayed me, as it had from minute one around him. I was lost in the ecstasy, consumed by the savagery and in truth, loving every second of it. “Oh, fuck, I...”

  As soon as I heard his breathing change, scattered and choppy, I squeezed my muscles with everything I had. And all I could do was smile as I sensed his climax.

  “Jesus. I...” Every muscle in his face strained, a grimace overriding his sexy smirk as his entire body began to shake.

  The climax shot through me like wildfire, sizzling every nerve, the orgasm absolutely blinding in its fury. A smattering of noises left my mouth as I shuddered, tossing my head from side to side. Everything was a complete blur as the single climax turned into an elongated series of one coming after the other, my body jerking up even as Hawk kept me pinned down. I could even feel the hard thudding of his heart as he pressed his chest against mine.

  And all I could do was smile.

  * * *

  I stood on the deck, studying the mountains. The chill in the air was the kind that cut right through you, but I was tingling all over still, my pussy all warm inside. I bit back a moan, pressing three fingers across my lips. I was getting far too comfortable in my surroundings.

  Hearing the slight creak of the door, I gripped the railing, uncertain of what to except. Hawk was a man of many surprises, including the fact he’d made one hell of a delicious breakfast. Granted, he’d said very little, but he’d already spoken volumes earlier, just in another way.

  “I gotta run into town. Here are some sweatpants that might fit you.” Hawk held out his hand, a crumpled ball of material inside.

  “You’re leaving?” There was no reason for me to be scared or even worried, but the uneasiness simply wouldn’t leave. His eyes held that faraway look again, as if he had something on his mind. “What about the truck? I mean, is it drivable?” I winced asking the question.

  “You dented the bumper. Nothing more. We need a few supplies. Worried a storm is coming in.” He glanced at the sky. “You’re staying here. Is that understood?”

  I yanked the crumpled mass out of his hand, giving him a dirty look. I caught a glimpse of a holster strapped to his shoulder, the handle of a pistol sticking out. For about a million reasons, that made me shiver. Was he planning on going against his word and turning me in? Or was he afraid he’d run into one of the assholes from the bar? “You’re afraid I’ll run away?”

  He lifted an eyebrow, trying his best to give me a stern and commanding look. “You’re not going anywhere, Kelly. It’s not safe on several levels.”

  His tone was so serious, maybe even laced with real concern, but I didn’t know him well enough yet to be able to read his emotions. The man w
as hot or cold. There was no in between. “I can take care of myself.”

  “Yeah? I see how good that worked out for you. Don’t fuck with me on this. My rules. My house.”

  “And what if I do?” Damn, the man was dominating.

  “You won’t if you know what’s good for you. I told ya, there’s bears in these woods. Besides, I will hunt you down and you know what will happen when I find you and lady, I will catch you.”

  Captured. Placed in a cage. Made to please him in any manner.

  The thoughts were oddly stimulating.

  “Very funny. That’s not happening again.” I knew my words reeked of desire. I should feel guilty for thinking lurid thoughts about him, but he’d opened Pandora’s Box. Stop it. You have to get a grip.

  Right.

  “What’s not happening again?” He crowded my space, even walking me back several inches on the deck.

  “Your form of discipline.” My bottom still ached from the last spanking. Just the slightest wiggle and I was forced to remember the dreaded brush. When he remained quiet, I slunk back against the railing.

  I was shocked when he grabbed me around the waist, holding me under the crook of one arm, dragging down my shorts with the hand of the other. The wafting of air on my naked bottom was more embarrassing than anything. I could just envision hikers or campers watching as some big he-man gave a woman a spanking.

  “What are you doing?” My screech floated toward the limited sunlight. I scanned the perimeter, whimpering like a schoolgirl. He’d reduced me down to this.

  “Reminding you who’s boss. That’s what.” There was no emotion in his voice whatsoever, just a tone like this was a usual daily chore.

  I was totally flabbergasted as the hard crack of the palm of his hand shot pain immediately across my bottom and down into my legs. “Stop! You can’t do that!”

  “You need to learn some respect around here. I was very clear.” He smacked me long and hard, his grip tightening when I almost wiggled out of his hold.

  There was no use in flailing. He was far too strong.