Bitter Heat

by Mia Knight

  “Can’t take it?” she taunted, words slurring as if she really was drunk on him.

  He yanked on her jacket, forcing her arms backward as he took it off, leaving her in two sweaters. Their mouths detached so he could rip the sweaters over her head and toss them. She hunched her shoulders against the chill and wrapped her arms around herself, now clad in a lace bra, long johns, and jeans. Goose bumps popped up over her skin. She wasn’t sure if they were from the cold or Roth who yanked her forward with a tight grip on her ass and buried his face between her breasts. She braced her hands on the back of the couch and looked down at the erotic sight.

  “No rules.”

  His voice was muffled by her skin, but she still heard it.

  “What?”

  He turned his head to the left and lapped at her nipple through the lace.

  “You’re giving me free rein. I can do whatever I want to you. No stopping, no matter what,” he said between licks that made it hard to focus.

  “Yeah, whatever,” she said impatiently and gripped a handful of his hair.

  She thought she saw a flash of white as he smiled and then closed his mouth around her nipple and sucked. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes as he sent electrical shocks through her with each pull. One of his hands slid along the seam of her jeans, between her ass, and then pressed against her aching pussy. She rocked her hips, riding his knuckles, feeling the material bunch up to give her the friction she needed.

  He switched to her other nipple and began the process again. Nuzzle, kiss, suck. She ran her hands through his hair as he tempted her mind away from anything serious and responsible and created a reality focused on carnal pleasure. This was how it had always been with him. He was the master and she, the willing slave.

  Her body bowed as he sucked hard enough to bruise. “Roth!”

  She pushed him into the cushions and yanked on his hair. Just when she was about to smack him, he released her. She moaned as he tongued her swollen nipple and moved to her neck. With unerring accuracy, he latched onto the same spot that he had in the hospital as his hand drifted over her quivering belly. She sucked in a breath as he undid her jeans and sank his hand into the tight space. Two fingers dipped in, and she spread her legs to give him access.

  “Dripping wet for me,” he said against her neck.

  “What are you gonna do about it?” she asked as he played with her honey. He wasn’t stimulating her, just exploring, and she wasn’t pleased.

  “I’m gonna eat it.”

  He rose without warning, effortlessly rising with her in his arms before he tossed her on the couch and sent the whole thing skidding back with a booted foot. She watched dazedly as he tossed quilts, old comforters, and random blankets on the ground in a makeshift bed in front of the hearth before he dragged her unceremoniously off the couch. She landed on the pile, which didn’t offer much cushion.

  “Ouch, you ass!” she growled and yelped when he grabbed her ankles and tipped her on her back.

  He shook her out of her jeans and long johns and ripped off her matching lace underwear. She opened her mouth to snap but forgot what she was going to say when he knelt and dragged her toward him. His eyes were trained on her pussy as he lifted her and slid a pillow under her ass. His eyes flicked up to hers as he stroked her thighs. He started at her knee and then traveled slowly up, rough hands scraping deliciously over her sensitive skin. She gave in to the compulsion to spread her thighs and saw his mouth curve in a satisfied smile. Fucker.

  He leaned down and kissed one inch below her belly button. She shifted restlessly beneath him. He kissed her thigh, lapping so close to what was dripping for him.

  “Fuck, Roth.”

  He looped his arm around her left thigh before he placed his hand on her pussy and spread her. She looked down the length of her body as he studied her.

  “So pretty,” he murmured as he lowered his head. “Pretty and pink and slick for me.”

  The first stroke of his tongue made her toes curl.

  “You taste the same.” His fingers dug into her soft thigh as he went back for another taste. “God-fucking-dammit.”

  He had always enjoyed going down on her. It wasn’t until she dated other guys that she realized not all men were into giving women oral sex, which was beyond lame. If someone thought licking her kitty was gross, no blowjob for them. Simple. Out the door they went.

  Roth’s free hand wandered over her body. He stroked her belly before he traveled to her breasts. He kneaded them roughly as he ate her. She planted one foot on the floor and lifted her ass off the pillow. He growled, and she looked down. Their eyes collided, his black ones reflecting the fire and an animalistic lust that made her womb clench in anticipation. He was going to fuck her so hard. She couldn’t wait. She closed her eyes and let him play. His beard created a rough friction she wasn’t familiar with and discovered she was totally into it.

  She could feel her orgasm building. Her breathing became ragged and uneven. He pinched her nipple. She jerked and grabbed a handful of blankets in preparation.

  Some days I wish I never laid eyes on you.

  Her eyes flew open as the ghost of his words echoed through her head—just as they had for the past five years. Her orgasm vanished along with the carnal fog she had been floating in. What the fuck was she doing?

  She immediately tried to scoot out from under his mouth. The beefy arm circling her upper thigh flexed, keeping her in place while the hand on her breast tightened painfully. She smacked it, but he didn’t ease his grip.

  He raised his head and glared at her. “What the fuck?”

  “I’m done.”

  His eyes narrowed. “You’re not calling the shots.”

  She rolled onto her hands and knees. He rolled with her so he was on his back beneath her. He gripped her hips and held her in place when she tried to crawl away.

  “Stop, Roth!”

  “You’re not in control,” he said conversationally as he positioned her over his face. “You gave me permission to do what I want, and that’s what I’m gonna do. Now be a good girl and spread.”

  “Fuck you!”

  He gripped her ass in a viselike grip that made her yelp. “I’m getting my fill,” he hissed as he yanked her down to his open mouth. “No thinking, no tomorrows. Just this.”

  Her mind went blank as he clamped his mouth on her clit. His fucking beard was making her crazy. She moaned and dug her nails into the pile of blankets. Fuck. He was so good and in this position… She rocked, and his bruising grip on her ass immediately began to stroke in encouragement. She buried her face in the blankets that smelled of mothballs and panted wildly. She crooked one leg up and rode his face.

  Her climax hit so suddenly, she didn’t have time to prepare. Her body went taut as a bowstring. Her hand sank into his hair as she pumped her hips against his mouth until that awful tension left her. She moaned and tipped to the side. Roth refused to relinquish his position and rolled with her again so they were in their original position, her on her back with him between her legs. She hissed when he continued to play with her clit, which was throbbing.

  “Fuck, stop, I’m finished,” she huffed.

  “Not even close,” he said before his hands and mouth disappeared.

  He stood over her as he undressed. She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he stripped off his jacket, plaid shirt, and then his jeans. He was the definition of a man. With broad shoulders, a ridged abdomen, and defined arms and legs, he was supersized all over. He wasn’t perfect, though. He had little nicks and scars over his body, but that just made him Roth. He had a hairy chest and trail that led to his cock, which was standing at attention. His body had always been beautiful, but something about seeing the firelight playing over his skin and the background of howling noise made her think he looked like a gladiator from another lifetime… and he was going to conquer her. Even though she’d had an orgasm, she was hungry for more. She wanted him inside her.

  He held out his hand
. Curious, she took it and allowed him to pull her up. He sat, kissed her mound, and lapped at the groove between her thigh and pelvis before he looked up.

  “Come here.”

  As she sank onto his lap, one hand went to her ass and placed her where he wanted her, with one leg on either side of him. She hissed as his fingers slipped inside her. He coated his cock with her while he held her gaze.

  “Now, give me that pussy.”

  Her blood thrummed in her veins as she rose with his hands gripping her ass, then lowered. She braced her hands on his shoulders and let gravity do its thing. She bared her teeth as she worked herself on him. His expression of pain and savage satisfaction rekindled her lust.

  When she had worked him all the way inside her, he placed a tender kiss on her temple. She tipped her head back. He took advantage of the invitation and kissed the curve of her jaw.

  “It all begins and ends here for us,” he growled against her ear as his hands lifted and then lowered her on his cock.

  “What?”

  “The moment I saw you, I knew I’d do whatever it took to have you under me. That was before I knew you were a Hennessy.”

  She couldn’t focus on his words, not when he was fucking her. Slow and gentle, so different from the way he had been in the past.

  “Didn’t expect you to be a virgin. Didn’t expect you to match me so well.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and ignored his guiding hands and began to fuck him the way she needed. His hands dug into her hips hard enough to make her stop.

  “What the fuck, Roth?”

  “This is my show.”

  He licked her sweaty neck and then raised and lowered her again. The sound of her sloppy pussy made her nails dig into his skin.

  “Never thought I’d get you here again, so I’m going to take advantage. You won’t get any sleep tonight.”

  She bit his shoulder. “Stop messing around!”

  He shoved her. She landed on her back with him crouched over her, hands planted on either side of her body. He slid back in and pumped hard enough to make her gasp. The blankets offered no barrier between her and the floor, and he knew it. He rolled his hips, and her eyes crossed as he went deeper than he ever had.

  “Do you know how many times I imagined you like this?” He leaned down and gripped her throat. “You’re going to feel me tomorrow, princess.”

  He began to move the way she knew he could. Hard and rough. Holy shit, he was splitting her apart, but she didn’t care.

  “Didn’t matter how long it took for me to catch up with you. I knew I would sooner or later.”

  “I hate you,” she panted as he raised her thighs and shoved even deeper.

  “You don’t know how to hate.”

  She raked her nails down his back and was sure she drew blood as he sped up his thrusts. Her pussy was on fire, and she felt battered and close to tapping out when her climax hit. Her vision flashed white, and she bit into his beefy shoulder to help her through the pleasure-pain. He didn’t let up on his pace. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up to find his eyes on her, lips peeled back from his teeth as he fucked her.

  “My name,” he demanded.

  “Roth,” she said hoarsely.

  His eyes burned. “Your name for me.”

  She hesitated and then cried out when he ground against her.

  “Jamie!”

  He pulled out, straddled her chest, and cupped her chin.

  “Open,” he commanded.

  When she didn’t comply, he gripped her cheeks, forcing her lips apart. Two strokes were all it took for him to come. Squirts of milky white flew over her face, in her mouth, and slid down her chin. They stared at one another as he continued to stroke himself. It was a dominant move he started when they were dating. Back then, it shocked the hell out of her … and then she started craving it.

  His expression was softer, but still alert, and one hundred percent focused on her. His intensity was still there, just banked for the moment. The phenomenal view was complemented by the scent surrounding her. Expensive cologne, sweat, and that bite that was uniquely him. If they were in a different time in their lives, she would have teased his still-sensitive cock and sucked him until he was hard again. He stayed crouched over her. What was he waiting for?

  “You’re heavy,” she said.

  He shifted, and when she raised her hand to wipe her face, he grabbed her wrist to stop her. Their eyes held as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. When she tried to pull back, he grabbed her hair to keep her still. She closed her eyes and gave in. When he pulled back, he wiped her face with a thin blanket before he lay on his side and tucked her against him.

  Her body felt warm and heavy. He had given her exactly what she needed. There were no thoughts of consequences or responsibilities and there was no need to run anymore.

  “Rest,” he ordered.

  She trembled and shifted against him. “I need my jacket.”

  “I’ll keep you warm. Sleep.”

  “But—”

  A hand fisted in her hair and jerked her head back. His mouth landed on hers. The gentleness was gone as if it had never been. He kissed her hard enough to make her lips throb.

  “Your body’s revved up. I’m giving you a couple of hours to recover before I fuck you again.”

  “But—”

  He started to tip her on her back.

  “Okay, okay.”

  He tossed his heavy leg over both of hers while his arm trapped her against him. Though it was a suffocating hold, it was comforting nonetheless. At home, she had a weighted blanket that dulled her senses so she could shut her overactive mind down, but this was better. With the fire at her back and her face buried against the hollow of his throat, her eyelids drooped. She was toasty and sticky and exhausted and content for the first time in weeks. She breathed in his musk and rubbed her face against his skin, unknowingly pressing a kiss over his heart before she sighed and let go.

  Her pussy was burning. She struggled, but her arms were pinned and her legs were spread wide. She had a moment of respite before she was speared. She let out a guttural scream.

  “That’s what I want to hear, princess.”

  Her eyes flew open, but nothing made sense. The walls were colored in orange light, and a large man was holding her down. He was fucking her deep, rocking her hips against an unforgiving floor, and saying things she couldn’t process.

  “Show me those pretty eyes.”

  She stared up at the man and tried to see his face, but it was cast in shadow. The pain was turning into pleasure, but she couldn’t understand why.

  “Your body knows mine. You get wet just from my voice.” The man’s warm breath wafted over her face. “Fuck yeah, wrap me up tight.”

  “Who are you?” she whispered as she struggled to find the strength to free herself.

  “Your god. Remember, Jasmine?”

  She tossed her head back and forth as he pounded her burning pussy and finally climaxed, bellowing her name and holding her in place as he planted himself deep. She slapped his shoulders as he covered her like a massive sweaty blanket. She drifted back to sleep with him still inside her.

  She woke flat on her stomach. A man was fucking her from behind. Her calves kicked up as he planted himself deep enough to make her squeal. Her face was turned toward the blazing fire. She knew exactly where she was, why, and who was fucking her. When she shifted beneath him, he gave her his weight to keep her in place.

  “I want to be on my knees,” she said.

  He pressed his cheek against hers. “You awake this time, princess?”

  “Stop calling me that.”

  He chuckled as he uncovered her nape and bit it.

  “Let me up,” she demanded.

  “I like you how you are.”

  “You’ll like the view better if you let me up.”

  His weight disappeared, and his cock slid out of her swollen pussy. She shifted gingerly, feeling every ache in
her muscles as she got on her hands and knees and rested her cheek on a pillow.

  His hand caressed her ass before his fingers brushed over her left hip. “You have tattoos now.”

  “Several.”

  “Why?”

  Her mouth quirked. “Because I can.”

  “Why an origami paper crane?”

  “Cranes are a symbol of good fortune and peace,” she said as she stared at the leaping flames. “The origami represents me as a writer and my life and dreams written on the page. It’s a marriage between who I am and what I want out of life.”

  “And this?” He palmed the vine of delicate flowers that went from hip to ribs on her right side.

  “Those were just for fun.”

  “Never thought you’d ever get a tattoo.”

  That was the whole point. “I wanted to make sure I wasn’t tempted to go back.”

  “Back to what?”

  “Being a Hennessy.”

  “You are a Hennessy.”

  “Not a true one. I can’t wear the dresses everyone would expect me to wear without showing a tattoo. I did it purposely. I don’t care anymore.” She sighed as he gripped her hips and pressed the head of his cock against her. “I stopped playing the game and got out. I’m a nobody now.”

  “You’ll always be a Hennessy and therefore newsworthy.”

  She moaned into her pillow as he invaded. Though swollen and raw, she was still hungry for more. He awakened something greedy and uncivilized that would never be sated. No one had been able to fulfill her dark needs, so she would take as much as she could get. Once they left here, she would go back to nothing.

  “Sore?” he asked against her ear.

  “Yeah.”

  “Good.”

  He pushed through her inflamed folds, forcing her face into the pillow.

  “Tell me you like this.”