Echoes of the Heart

by Casey, L. A.

  What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t know why I was throwing this in his face. I had absolutely no right to say any of this to him. I knew that, but the words just burst free of their own accord.

  “You dumped me, Frankie.” His jaw clenched. “That means you don’t get to control who sits on my cock.”

  I flinched at his wording.

  “You’re right,” I snapped. “I don’t have any control or say. Just like you shouldn’t have a problem with another man fucking me.”

  I sucked in a breath when Risk darted forward and got in my space. He placed his hands on either side of the counter-top I was backed against. He leaned his head right down to mine, I felt his hot, mint-scented breath on my face. I licked my lips as my heart beat overtime. He nudged my forehead roughly with his.

  “I have no say in who you let fuck you,” he practically growled. “But I’ll always have a fucking problem with it. Always.”

  “Wh-Why?”

  I tried to be tough, but holy hell, I felt like a cornered kitten with a hungry wolf looking to eat it up . . . and when I should have been scared, I wasn’t. I was so incredibly turned on it was almost frightening. No one had ever invoked such a reaction from me, only Risk. My body was like a live wire. I wanted him to touch me so much.

  “Because,” he hissed, “I should be the only man to fuck this body and make you come. Only me.”

  I moved my hands to his forearms just so I had something to hold on to. My fingers skimmed over the veins that bulged against his skin. He was so tense as he glared down at me.

  “You want to be the only man to fuck me?” I swallowed nervously. “You’re the only man I see right here in this room with me.”

  “Don’t fucking play with me, Cherry,” he snapped, moulding his hard body against mine. “This isn’t a game.”

  “I never said it was. I’m asking you a question.”

  “Ask it then.”

  I was too drunk on his presence to abandon the courage that filled me.

  “D’you want to fuck me?”

  I gasped when one of Risk’s hands moved to my hip and squeezed my flesh painfully.

  “Do I wanna fuck you?” he repeated. “That’s like asking me if I want to breathe. I want to fuck this body six ways to Sunday and hear those sounds you make at the back of your throat more than I want my next breath.”

  Excitement surged through my veins.

  “In that case,” I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back a couple of steps. “I have another question.”

  “Is that so?” Risk’s eyes rolled over my body. “I’m listening.”

  “Will you sing to me, rock star?”

  His eyes darkened. “Any requests?”

  He knew where this was going just as well as I did, he was just letting me think I was in control when we both knew the ball was, and always had been, in his court. This was always how we played. He decided he was going to fuck me, but he liked to let me take the lead before I willingly surrendered all control to him.

  “Oh, I don’t know.” I turned and began to unbutton my uniform top. “How about something out of your comfort zone? I always liked when you’d sing slowly when you touched me.”

  I heard Risk’s slight hiss and it made me grin. The only times I knew he could remember singing slowly to me had been when we had slow, intense sex. Risk bled rock and roll, but I didn’t. I liked a bit of everything.

  “I’ve always liked the twist you put on songs. Your gritty voice and that low, sexy tone makes me so wet.”

  Risk moved behind me, I felt the heat of his body brushed against me.

  “The second I saw you,” he began, his lips against my ear as he sang a song I had never heard before. “I knew that this time, my head and heart fell for you . . . both at the same damn time.”

  His hands slid down my waist to the hem of my shirt.

  “One look your way, girl, you’re a hell of a view.” He gripped the fabric in his hand and pulled it over my shoulders. “You’re pure beauty and wonder and I hope that one day, you will be all of mine too.”

  Risk removed my shirt and dropped it over his shoulder without another thought. I heard the material hitting the floor and it excited me. I hummed when his lips touched my bare neck and his teeth gently grazed over my skin.

  “Girl, I told you,” he softly sang. “I’m going to love you forever.”

  My lips parted when he gripped my hips and rolled his pelvis against my behind, I could feel how hard he was through his jeans. I could feel how much he wanted me. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I revelled in that fact.

  “I’ll always be here, right when you need me. Hoping and praying, you’ll never leave me. One day soon, I’ll get down on my knee . . . make you all mine, like I knew you would be and softly I’m gon say that I . . .”

  He turned my body to face his, slid his hand up to the back of my neck then up to my hair where he fisted it in his hold. He pulled on it, making me gasp as he forced me to look up at him. He lowered his head, then with his eyes locked on mine, he slid his tongue over my lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. My hips bucked forward and my clit angrily throbbed, jealous of the attention my lip was receiving.

  “Told you,” he said, cutting the song short as he plunged his tongue into my mouth.

  Instantly, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his as I kissed him with fierceness. Risk’s hands moved from my head, down my back and to my behind, where he palmed my flesh to the point of pain. I moaned into his mouth, he responded by roughly slapping my arse. He moved his hand up to my bra and undid it with one flick of his wrist. The straps fell down my shoulders so the fabric fell to the tiled floor beneath us. I gasped when Risk’s hand covered my breasts and I gasped when he pinched my nipple.

  I jerked my head back in surprise.

  “Risk!”

  His smirk was anything but playful.

  “I love hearing you say my name, Cherry,” he hummed. “But don’t say it again unless I’m fucking you.”

  Christ. My legs just about buckled from wanting him so bad.

  “What’ll you do if I don’t listen, big man?”

  His smile was predatory.

  “Say it and find out.”

  His challenge was clear and I didn’t know if I had the guts to accept it and meet him head on. Part of me wasn’t sure if I could handle what he would do to me, the other part wanted everything he threw my way. Without another thought, I leaned up on my tiptoes, brushed my nose against his, flicked my tongue over his lips and whispered, “Risk.”

  I screamed with laughter when he bent down, gripped the back of my thighs and not so gently threw me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. I smacked his bum and he returned the favour by smacking mine twice, and twice as hard too. I hissed a breath when he turned his head and sunk his teeth into the flesh of my exposed waist. He slapped my behind again. I sucked in a breath when we entered my bedroom and I was suddenly falling through the air before my back bounced against my mattress.

  “You couldn’t have given me a warning?”

  I laughed again when Risk hopped on top of me, nuzzled his clothed hips between my parted, bare thighs. I still wore my work skirt but with one swipe of Risk’s hand, it was zipped down and pulled from my body, thrown somewhere in the room. Risk’s lips went to my neck, but they didn’t stay there for long. When he trailed his way to my mouth, I was already in a pool of bliss. Just being here like this with him was enough to make me happy.

  My body, however, wanted, needed, more from him.

  “That laugh,” Risk breathed against my mouth. “It’s still the same.”

  I lifted my hands to his head. Where my fingers once tangled in hair they now brushed against the shaved sides of his head. I moved my hands to the strip of braided hair that moved from the top of his head all the way to the base of his neck.

  “This hair-style,” I flicked my tongue against his lips. “Is very different.”
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br />   Risk snorted. “Not a fan?”

  I hummed. “I prefer having something to hold onto.”

  “Oh, really?” he growled. “Naughty girl.”

  It was unfair that he could make sounds like that with his throat. Those raspy, sexy sounds were enough to undo a woman. His voice . . . it made me weak for him.

  “Your naughty girl,” I told him. “Every naughty thing I think of has you at its centre.”

  Risk brought his mouth to mine and his teeth nipped my lips.

  “Tell me what you imagine me doing to this body.” It wasn’t a request, but an order. “Tell me every dirty thought you’ve had of me, Cherry. I want to hear it all.”

  Christ, I was already shaking and he had barely touched me yet.

  “I dream of you licking and sucking on my clit,” I told him, feeling bold, brave and everything in-between. “Your hands palming my tits while you feast on me.”

  “That sounds delicious,” Risk hummed. “You want me to eat your pussy?”

  Frantically, I bobbed my head. His grin was dangerous.

  “Beg me.”

  “Risk.”

  “Nuh-uh. Beg me, Cherry.”

  “Please,” I pleaded. “Suck my cunt. Make me come.”

  He hissed at my choice of words. He began to undress and I helped him. I was desperate to feel his hard, naked body flush against mine. When there was nothing but air between our heated bodies. God, I ached in the best way possible.

  “Baby.” I licked my lips. “You’re so sexy.”

  “That’s funny.” His eyes rolled over my form. “I was just about to say the same thing to you.”

  “Risk.” My body trembled. “Please, I’m aching for you.”

  He lowered down and brought his mouth below my belly button.

  “You want a little kiss?”

  “Yes.”

  “I better make it a good one.”

  I expected him to trail kisses down my pubic bone, then for him to tease me some, but he did none of that. He spread my legs wide, my pussy lips parted on their own with the movement and without a word, Risk zeroed in on my throbbing clit. I made a sound between a scream and a gasp for breath. Risk was the last person to go down on me. It had been over nine long years since I felt the flick of a hot, wet tongue on my flesh and Christ did I miss it.

  So g-good.

  “Oh my god,” I shouted. “Yes, yes. I’m already gonna come, don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

  “Say my name.”

  “Risk!”

  “Come all over my mouth.” His fingers bit into the flesh of my thighs. “Let me hear you scream, Cherry.”

  I became sensation. Risk alternated between licking and sucking my clit and I had to remind myself to breathe. I couldn’t keep my body in one place on the mattress; Risk had to pin my hips down with his arms as he tongued me into a never-ending pool of bliss.

  “Yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, yes. I’m g-gonna . . . come.”

  The words barely left my mouth when the first pulse hit. I tipped my head back and screamed. I sucked in a staggered breath and held it as the next pulse rippled from my clit and spread outward. I whimpered when the third pulse slammed home, the pleasure and satisfaction was enough to undo me. When my orgasm ended and my body was nothing more than a tender piece of meat, Risk moved his lips from my clit and kissed his way up my body.

  “That sounded like a good one to me.”

  I kissed his swollen lips. Risk’s fingers palmed my breasts until I whimpered. I knew how much it turned him on when I did this. We lived together for only a short time and the handful of times we had sex together, I remembered how much he liked when I tasted myself on his mouth after he made me come.

  “Should I be embarrassed I came so quickly?”

  “Fuck no,” Risk snarled against my mouth. “Trust me, love. You being so hot for me that you come undone the second I get my mouth on you is not a problem. It never will be.”

  My hands slid up his muscled arms.

  “I want you inside of me so bad. Baby, please.”

  “Condom.” He licked his lips. “Shit. Where are my jeans?”

  “I’m clean and I’m still on the pill.” I said, my hands kneading his deltoids. “I want to feel you in me. Raw.”

  “I want that too.” Risk’s eyes darkened. “I’m clean. Got tested when I was in rehab, haven’t been with anyone since.”

  “Then we’re good. Please, fuck me.”

  “Fuck. I’ve dreamed of this, Cherry,” Risk rumbled. “Having you spread out beneath me just like this. With you trembling and begging me to fuck you. The sounds you once made when I was inside you have been stuck on repeat in my head all of these years.”

  “Please,” I pleaded. “Risk, please.”

  “Tell me,” he growled as he reached down and fisted his cock before rubbing the head up and down my slit. “Tell me to fuck you.”

  “Fuck me, Risk. Now.”

  “My—” He thrust forward and buried his cock to the hilt. “Pleasure.”

  I sucked in breath. “Mine too.”

  Risk lowered his body down and pressed his chest to mine as he slowly bucked his hips back and forth. He kissed me deeply as he slid in and out of my aching body at a pace so slow that it almost felt like he was teasing me. I clenched my vaginal muscles around him. He shuddered. He broke our kiss, snagged my lower lip between his teeth and sucked. I knew he was challenging me to do it again . . . so I did.

  He groaned deep in his throat and released my lip with a pop.

  “F-Frankie, fuck.” He panted. “I love when you squeeze me, baby. I’ve missed this pussy.”

  Words evaded me as he sunk back into my body, as deep as he had ever been. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I had dreamt of this kind of coupling over and over, but nothing my imagination conjured up held a candle to reality.

  “You f-feel so g-good.” I was a shaking mess. “It’s been so long.”

  “Good.” Risk lifted one hand to my hair. “Only remember me, understand? Only me.”

  When I didn’t reply, he thrust roughly into my body and stole my breath.

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Only you. Risk. Please.”

  He worshipped and worked my body in ways that I had forgotten he could. No patch of skin was left unkissed, his hands touched every inch of me and he made sure to love my body until I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My legs were around his hips, pulling him in deep every time he thrust forward. I wanted all of him, every single inch.

  “How hard do you want it, Cherry?” he growled. “How hard do you want me pounding this pussy?”

  “H-Hard as you can,” I choked out the words. “So c-close. Risk!”

  When I opened my eyes, something in Risk’s expression changed. His stare was intense and solely on me as he moved inside me untamed. There was a fire blazing within his blue eyes, he was burning hot for me.

  “Look at me when you come all over my cock.”

  I could barely breathe let alone keep my eyes open.

  “Look at me, Frankie!” His fingers fit into the flesh of my thighs. “I want those sexy eyes on me as I fuck this cunt right. If you close them, I’ll flip you over and sink into your fat arse. I’ll make you scream, Cherry.”

  Holy Christ in heaven.

  I had never, never, known Risk to be so domineering during sex. He had always been so gentle, even when he was rough, but this Risk . . . this Risk was new to me. This Risk was the sex god everyone worshipped and wanted. I wanted him to give every bit of himself, even if it wasn’t a part of him I ever knew.

  “Please,” I whimpered. “I’m sorry, I can’t . . . oh god.”

  I sucked in a breath when he slammed his hips so hard against mine that my body jolted.

  “Look. At. Me.”

  I forced my eyes open and when tears fell from my eyes, Risk’s expression slowly softened and his eyes widened. He remained fully buried inside of me, but he looked down to my trembling body and jerked his hands away from my skin li
ke I was on fire.

  “Babe,” he looked at his hands then to me. “I’m sorry . . . I hurt you.”

  I shook my head. I wasn’t hurting, I just felt everything tenfold.

  “I feel everything.” I swallowed. “I’ve never . . . this is so intense.”

  He leaned forward, brought his hands to my face.

  “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rough with you.”

  I moved my hips, my body desperately needing the friction. Risk’s eyes fluttered shut with the movement, but only for a moment then . . . then he began to fuck me slowly, thoroughly, just like he used to all those years ago. I lifted my arms and pulled him into my embrace until his bare chest was pressed against mine.

  “I want your gentle loving,” I licked his lips. “But I want to be fucked hard and fast too.”

  He pressed his forehead to mine, watching my face carefully as I moaned under him.

  “Your eyes,” he whispered. “I just . . . I need to see them.”

  “Why, honey?” I asked, moving my hand to his hair. “Why?”

  “I need to see them looking into mine when I love you,” he said as he slid deep inside me once more. “For years, I pretended the eyes looking back at me were yours, but none of them were ever green, none of them ever looked at me with emotion filling them . . . None of them were yours. I need your eyes on me, I need this to be real. I’m so scared it’s not real.”

  I whimpered as more tears fell.

  “I’m here.” I held him as he slid in and out of me. “You’re loving me, Risk. We’re real.”

  “We’re real,” he repeated, shaking. “I’ve missed you so much. I dreamt of you all the time, you’re in everything I do. Your voice is my music. I hear it everywhere . . . your voice, Cherry. It’s the echo in my every melody. I hear it in my head on repeat. I hurt for you, Frankie. Please, I need you.”

  I held him tightly.

  “You have me.” I kissed him. “You’ve always had me. Please . . . please, love me.”

  He returned my kiss and increased his pace. Minutes passed by until my body was twisting and bucking beneath him like a wild animal. He was speaking to me, telling me how good I felt, how he had dreamed of having my body under his for years as he fucked me into submission. Every word was like fuel being poured on an already raging fire.