by K. Webster
I drop our food on the coffee table, kick off my boots, and then drop onto the middle cushion of the sofa. Natasha remains rooted by the door, but eventually she mimics my action. Her tennis shoes get left beside my boots and she sits next to me. We eat in comfortable silence. It isn’t until we’ve tossed the wrappers into the bag that she speaks again.
“I found a note. I think it means something,” she says, turning her troubled face my way. Her green eyes flicker with uncertainty as she digs in her pocket. Once she pulls out the note and hands it to me, I tense.
He doesn’t love her. She’s an accessory to him. I’m real. I know he won’t marry her. Not when he has me on the side. I know what he likes because I like it too. It has to be enough.
“You never had a fiancée.”
Fuck.
She really is a little detective.
“You got me,” I deadpan.
She rolls her eyes. “You also don’t wear suits.”
“Fuck no,” I bark out. “That’s more my brother’s gig.”
Her brows furl together. “Is your brother engaged?”
Oh, hell no.
“Ronan didn’t kill Kate,” I bark out, my urge to protect my brother rising up inside me like the swell of a tide.
She studies me for a moment. “I believe you.”
A laugh bursts from me. “Since when?”
“You just have to push,” she snaps. “I’m trying to be nice.”
“If you have to try, it’s not genuine,” I tease.
“You didn’t kill my best friend. But I think you know who did.”
“You should take off your pants,” I suggest, changing the subject.
She parts her lips, shocked at my words, so I kiss that surprised mouth of hers. Her tongue tastes salty from her fries. I devour her perfect mouth as my hands greedily tug at her jean jacket.
“Ren,” she groans, breaking our kiss. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you naked,” I rumble.
“I think we shouldn’t...”
“Shhh, sweetness, you think way too much. Just feel for once.”
I pull her jean jacket off and then her tank top, making her shiver. Her black bra lifts her full tits in the most deliciously tempting way. I need to see her nipples. Pushing her back against the cushions, I tug down at the cups on her bra, freeing each breast. Her rosy pink nipples are hard. Each one begs to be bitten and licked. Her gulp is audible, making me hungry. I waste no time putting one in my mouth. I suck hard enough to make her cry out, then soothe away the hurt with my tongue. Her breaths come out ragged and desperate. I make quick work of undoing her jeans. A nervous whine escapes her when I jerk them down her thighs along with her panties. Her smooth cunt is tempting as fuck. I cannot wait to suck every bit of her essence from those pale lips between her thighs.
“Ren,” she whimpers. “Oh, God, what am I doing? I came here to talk.”
I kiss down her stomach, darting my eyes up to hers. “If you wanted to talk, you would have talked to me outside of that bar. When you got inside my car, you wanted to fuck. And, sweetheart, I’m here to please.”
Gripping her thighs, I pull her apart, opening her pink cunt to me. Her opening is slick with arousal that makes my dick harder than ever. I dip down and run my tongue up her slit, tasting her sweetness.
“Ohhhhh,” she whines.
I circle her clit with my tongue. This makes her jerk with pleasure. That’s it, baby, let me make you feel good. You won’t want to talk because you’ll be too busy screaming.
A woman like Natasha is easy to please. She’s always so tense and wrapped up in her head, that if you pleasure her even for a few minutes, she lets go of all that baggage and takes a sin trip with me. Like now, her back arches up off the sofa and she moans loudly. Her cunt drips with her need. I greedily lap it up, devouring her sweet taste. The moment I tug at her throbbing clit with my teeth, she detonates like a fucking bomb. Her scream is loud enough to wake the dead. As she comes down from her high, I lick her clit once more before yanking off my T-shirt. Her eyes are fluttered closed and her chest heaves with exertion. While she’s distracted, I find a condom from my wallet, push my jeans and boxers down, and roll on the rubber.
Her thighs start to close, but I settle my big body between them, loving the flare of lust in her green eyes. Gripping my dick, I tease her slick opening, my eyebrow lifted in question.
Holding on by a thread here, baby.
She plants her heels into my ass, giving me all the permission I need. Without any warning, I drive all the way into her tight heat.
“Oh my God,” she whines. “I can feel it. It feels so—ahh!”
I thrust hard, letting my piercing do its job. “I know, baby. So fucking good. Feels amazing for me too.”
Her eyes flutter closed again as she tosses her head back, baring her perfect neck to me. As I punish her cunt with my aching cock, I seek out her neck. At first I suckle the flesh and nip at it. But it’s not enough. Softly gripping her throat, I lift up slightly so I can see her face. Her lips part as panicked green eyes meet mine. Her cunt clenches, though. She loves the thrill just like I knew she would.
“Making good on my promise from earlier,” I tell her with a crooked grin. I bite her bottom lip, loving the way she squeezes around my dick once more. “You’re going to love this, Nat. I’ll take it slow. Count with me in your mind. Three seconds,” I tell her as I move my palm up to just under her jaw line. I tighten my hand on her neck, not enough to cut off her oxygen, just restrict the amount she can take in. I suck on her bottom lip, all the while thrusting into her.
One.
Thrust.
Two.
Thrust.
Three.
Thrust.
Release.
She gasps and grinds her hips against me. “Again,” she pleads.
“Five this time,” I warn her.
One.
Thrust.
Two.
Thrust.
Three.
Thrust.
Four.
Thrust.
Five.
Thrust.
Release.
She gasps, sucking at the air to fill her burning lungs. Pupils shot, body deliriously flying on the high. My mark bruising her flesh sends ripples of heat through my body. Fuck. She’s so much more than a little lamb. She’s a wolf willing to submit to her Alpha.
“Again,” she breathes.
The tighter I squeeze, the more purple her face turns. One. The fatter her bottom lip seems to get. Two. Her fingernails dig into my biceps, gouging me, and it only serves to turn me on more. Three. I tighten my grip, nearly constricting her airflow altogether. Her breath—what little of it that can travel through—rasps through her nearly closed airway.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I praise, kissing her plump lips, stealing more of her breath. “So perfect.” Four.
I pull away from her mouth, pinning her by her throat against the sofa. Using my other hand, I rub at her clit. Her body jolts and spasms beneath me. Her hands grip my arm as though she might want to claw at me and pull me away, but based on the way her hips meet mine thrust for thrust, she’s so fucking needy for this kinky thrill only I can offer her. Five.
“More,” she begs, unrestrained. Her body is painted in red bruises. Sweat sprinkling over every inch of her flesh nearly has me losing my control. “More.” She grinds against me, desperate and wild. Once again, I tighten my hold.
“Seven, beautiful,” I croon. “Let’s go until you’re on the edge of bliss and push you over.”
Strumming her clit while seizing her breath drives her fucking crazy. Look how perfect she is. One. Her body was created to be dominated—to be breathless—free on the edge of euphoria and beyond it. Two. She was always meant for this—for pleasure—for me. Three.
A few more strokes has her entire body seizing in pleasure. Four. Knowing she’ll want air, I grip her throat tight enough that nothing will go in or out. F
ive. She’s so lost in the pleasure that she chooses an orgasm over air. Six. And the orgasm she chose doesn’t disappoint her. It goes on and on and on. Seven. When she seems seconds from passing out, I release her neck and come down to kiss her again. She’s unmoving but still conscious as I kiss her. Her tongue swipes along mine, showing she’s still here with me and enjoying this, which causes my nuts to tighten. I come with a pleased groan, flexing my ass muscles as I grind as deep into her tight body as I can get.
Resting against her slick body, I nuzzle my nose to her ear. “Now that was amazing.”
Her fingernails run down my ribs and I shiver. The touch is so intimate that I almost shy away from it. I should have known Natasha would be different from everyone else. Because right now, I want to carry her off to my bed and sleep with her. Like turn the lights off and fucking cuddle.
I’m Ren fucking Hayes.
I don’t cuddle.
I choke and suck and fuck.
But one yawn from Nat and it’s clear to me.
Tonight, I’m going to cuddle, goddammit.
Six
I wake shrouded in darkness. A warm arm draped over my naked body keeps me pinned to the soft mattress I’m lying on. It offers comfort in an odd way, for reasons I don’t want to dissect right now. I vaguely remember moving to Ren’s bedroom at some point in the night, but wasn’t planning on staying over. My hand snakes up to touch my bruised neck. I never dreamed I’d enjoy such violent beauty in the bedroom. Not that I’m all that experienced in the bedroom department. I’ve had a couple of boyfriends, and the only boundaries they pushed was a finger in the butt.
Ren brought more orgasms out of my body in this one night than my previous boyfriends have in our entire relationships combined.
And his piercing?
My mind is blown. Who knew a thick rod of metal with balls on each end could hit unimaginable places within you? When I asked to take a closer peek at it, he was all too accommodating. It ended with his dick in my mouth, and honestly, I was thrilled to give back a little torturous pleasure. Knowing I can make him groan and curse with just my tongue is empowering.
Peeling Ren’s arm from me, I slip out of the bed and tiptoe out of the bedroom and into the living room. Searching the space, I quietly gather up my discarded clothes. My cheeks heat when I scoop up my panties from the bottom of the couch. An echo of sensation hums through my body as memories flood my mind.
Damn you, Ren Hayes.
Skimming my panties up my legs, I startle when a deep groan sounds from the doorway. I must have woken him because Ren stands there watching me. His silhouette is outlined in the hue of the moonlight creeping in through the window bare of curtains.
“You’re quite the sight bent over like that, Nat,” he croons.
Warmth floods my pussy, the crimson glow still burning in my cheeks igniting further.
“What are you doing?” he asks, devouring me with just his eyes.
“Getting dressed,” I answer, slipping my panties into place. My tone is laced in arousal, even to my own ears. What’s he doing to me? Awakening you.
“Why?” He leans against the frame completely naked. His eyes are surveying every inch of me on display for him. Just like I drink in every solid plane of his physique on display for me. Finishing at his hard cock saluting me from across the room.
Saliva floods my mouth, and I have to swallow to be able to speak. “I should go,” I say, but it has no conviction.
“Why?” He smirks, prowling toward me, making my breath hitch. “I’m not done with you yet,” he adds with a dark tone.
All thoughts of leaving vanish.
He moves so fast I don’t have time to flee his advance. Not that I want to. His shoulder connects with my midriff as he leans down to toss me over his shoulder and marches us back to his bedroom.
I land on the bed with a gentle thud, the air whooshing around me making my nipples peak. His soft footfalls sound through the room and then light floods the space.
“I want to see every part of you,” he announces as I track his movements around the bed. I didn’t see anything when he brought me in here earlier tonight because it was pitch-black, but now I see everything in the glow of the unforgiving light. There’s no hiding from him.
His bed is a four-poster with dark silk drapes connecting each pillar. Picking up some of the material, he drapes it over my ankle and then ties it before moving to my other foot.
“What are you doing?” I ask, not sure if I want to aid him or flee. I’m in too deep. Not deep enough.
“Playing.” He grins wickedly.
Tugging the fabric tight around my flesh, he admires my spread legs and crawls between them. I lean forward to meet him, but his hands grasp my wrists and he forces me down flat against the mattress, his weight hovering above me.
“Do you trust me?” he whispers against my lips, making me quiver with need. His hard cock grinds against my panty-covered pussy. I regret putting them back on instantly and unabashedly rise up to meet his pressure.
“Do you trust me?” he repeats, groaning from our contact.
“No,” I tell him. But I’m unsure if it’s truth or a lie.
Dragging his lips across my jaw, he bites down, making me arch into him and moan.
“We can’t play if you don’t trust me, Nat.” He skims down my body, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking until it burns. He continues his descent, tasting, biting, marking me as he does. When he gets to the mound of my covered pussy, he inhales and looks up at me with lust-glazed eyes. “Say you trust me.”
Nip.
“No.”
“Say it.”
Kiss.
“No.”
Tearing the thin fabric from my pussy, he swipes his tongue up my slit. Pleasure ripples through me, my toes curling. I flex my calves, causing my ankles to tug on the restraints. It’s oddly arousing having them constricted like that.
“Say it.” Suck.
“Say it.” Lick
“Say it.” Bite.
“Yes,” I scream, an orgasm pending.
“Yes, what?” he teases.
“Yes, I trust you, you bastard.”
I feel his smile against the flesh of my pussy and grip a fistful of his hair, pinning his face there while I grind myself on him, chasing my release.
He allows me to use him as my sex toy for all of two seconds. Gripping my hand, he forces me to release his hair. He pulls back and slides off the side of the bed, dragging my arm above my head and curling the material from the top pillar around my slim wrist. He then brings a new piece of fabric across my body and drapes it over my face.
“Ren,” I warn, nervous energy crackling through the air as I breathe against the cool fabric, my sight taken from me.
“Trust me, please.” He implores me with his warm tone as he crawls over my body to tie the other wrist to the bedpost.
My chest begins a rapid cadence as I nod in confirmation. I’ll trust him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You know that, right?”
My senses are muted by the fabric covering my face, making seeking him out impossible. Anticipation sends a trickle of fear mixed with a huge rush of excitement coursing through my bloodstream, making my skin extra sensitive to any touch.
Hot air caresses over me, and a delicate skim of fingertips traces over me from top to toe, lingering on the places that get a response from my body. His tongue replaces his fingers, exploring, devouring every inch of me. My body is hyper-aware of his touch, the sensation of pleasure amplified by being completely at his mercy.
“I’m going to fuck your pretty little cunt with my tongue, fingers, and then with my hard cock until you’re a sopping wet mess.”
Shut up and do it, I scream in my mind.
My breathing is making the satin damp, and my head is overheating. I’m dizzy and deliriously aching all over.
Large palms come down on my inner thighs to spread my legs farther apart, yanking on the restraints. Dee
p, wet plunges of his tongue assault my hole in the most perfect of ways. He fucks me like he needs to. Like my essence is his oxygen.
He feasts on me, sending me over the edge and dragging me back before I can truly take off.
Tease.
Punishing my clit with slaps of his palm and then pinching the delicate flesh between his fingers draws all the blood there. Pulsing, needy aches, driving me fucking crazy before he’s back to lapping at me. Sucking the throbbing clit into his mouth, he causes a detonation within me. Desire pools in my lower stomach. My pussy constricts, flooding as pleasure washes through me, robbing me of breath and making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
As I suck for much-needed air, my mouth fills with the silk, depleting me of a full inhale.
His fat dick slaps against my pussy, slipping through the folds, spreading my juices all over himself. And then he’s breaching me, his thick mushroom head pushing me past my limit and stretching me to the point of pain. I love it. I fucking love it.
His body falls over mine, and then he thrusts forward, filling me up to the hilt.
I feel him everywhere, touching, kissing. Deep strokes touch places never reached before, sending me into oblivion.
Hands tighten on my restrained wrists. He’s unrelenting and punishingly rough. Skin slapping skin echoes through the room mixed with his grunts and my screams.
He shows no mercy. And I want none.
He’s awakening me to sensations I didn’t know possible. Suddenly, his hand comes over my mouth, forcing the fabric down, cutting off my airway.
“Count, sweetness. Five seconds.”
His hips piston into me and the pressure of his palm across the satin causes panic and exhilaration all at once. My mind clouds with euphoria, eclipsing everything but the orgasm that rips through me, sending shock waves through every molecule of my body.
When I finally come down, my body is tense all over. I can breathe a little better now that his hand has been removed from my mouth, allowing the silk to dance over my skin with every inhale and exhale. Ren’s cock pulls from my body, sending a shiver over me. He crawls up my naked, fevered flesh and grunts as he straddles my shoulders. I can hear him working his own release, and then warm, wet fluid spurts over the fabric draped over my face, dampening it—sticking it to my lips.