Covert Game

by Christine Feehan

  He cursed, and set her up on the edge of the pool again, prying her hands from around his neck. Pulling himself out of the water, he caught her up and took her to the blanket before she had time to get out a word. "You'd better tell me if anything hurts, Zara."

  The warning in his voice should have scared her, but instead, that firestorm in her got loose and swept through her body until she couldn't breathe or think. She just needed. His voice was sexy, nearly hoarse with a desire so dark it seemed like pure lust. She wanted that. Wanted him to feel the way she did--desperate.

  "I will, just do something. I need you right now, Gino."

  "Baby, we haven't even gotten started." His hands were at the knot below her breasts. He dragged the cover-up from around her, wrung it out and laid it on a rock in the sun. He pulled off the sarong and did the same thing. The tiny thong was gone with a quick jerk of his hand, leaving her body bare to him. "You are so fuckin' beautiful, woman. Just looking at you gets me hard."

  "I want you in my mouth," she said. "Please, Gino. I've thought about it a lot and want to learn exactly what you like. Let me try. You can tell me what to do. I like when you do that because then I feel as if I'm not going to do anything wrong."

  All those books had given her tricks to try, and she and her sisters had laughingly practiced on bananas, but it wasn't the same as the real thing. He was much bigger and harder than anything she'd tried practicing on. She also hadn't counted on the fact that she was really desperate for him. She craved the taste of him, the hot feel of him in her mouth. She hadn't expected that.

  "You sure, princess? I'm not small."

  She wasn't blind. She shifted to her knees and circled his hips with one arm.

  Gino thought his head was going to explode the moment her hand slid around the base of his cock. Her body was beautiful, the lacerations had faded other than two places that were still raw and red looking. He would have to be careful when he touched her, to make certain he didn't get carried away when he caught her hips in his hands.

  His fingers bunched in the silky hair she'd fastened on top of her head. "All right, Zara, just do a little exploring. Don't use your teeth, but everything else is going to feel good."

  Her eyes came to his and all air blasted out of his lungs at the look she gave him. Not shy, not even innocent. She looked sexy as hell, a teasing temptress bent on his destruction. And damn him to hell, he was okay with that. He was willing to be destroyed by her.

  She opened her mouth and let him guide his cock right in. He watched the head disappear and then another inch. His girth stretched her lips around him, and reality was far better than any fantasy he'd had over that bow of a mouth. That hot, moist cavern was tight, and he pumped, thrust his hips deeper while her tongue did some crazy twisted dance over his shaft. He'd thought he was going to have to go with extreme care, but she was already taking over, sucking at him until he thought the world was going to come apart before they even got started.

  "I thought you didn't know what you were doing." He had to grit his teeth and struggle for control. She was that good. She looked sexy as hell with his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, her lips stretched so wide and her eyes on his. Her breasts were perfect, nipples tight buds, and between her legs, moisture gleamed in her red curls, showing him she was definitely into what she was doing. He wanted that picture etched in his mind forever.

  She slid her tongue up his shaft and smiled at him with the crown right against her lips. "I read a lot and then I practiced."

  "Who the fuck did you practice on?" He knew better than ask. He'd want to hunt them down and cut out their hearts.

  She licked him like he was a fucking ice-cream cone while he waited heartbeat after heartbeat. His hand fisted tighter in her hair, a little warning. He always knew he'd be a jealous man, but he wasn't prepared for the monster in him rising, right then, adding to that roaring of his blood in his cock and the thunder of chaos in his mind.

  "Silly man. Not who. What. Bananas and cucumbers are the only thing I had, so I made do. Hopefully I learned. I was all about learning to please my man."

  She was going to kill him. He wasn't surviving this woman. He caught the back of her head and guided her once more onto his cock. "Need more, baby." His princess looked more than royal, with her hot little body and a mouth full of his cock. She was the kind of woman a man wanted to keep in his life and if he didn't, he was just plain fucked-up. Gino knew her worth and he wasn't about to ever be that fuckup. He was going to make certain she came first for him.

  Then he couldn't think any more. Every altruistic thought left his head as she began to move on him, her mouth so hot and tight that he swore streaks of fire were running from his groin to his spine, racing up to his brain and down to his toes. His fingers gripped her hair harder, fisting there, guiding her now, his hand working with hers.

  He could feel her fingers digging into the muscles of his butt, pulling him into her, while her mouth tightened and her tongue stroked and danced. Then he was there, hitting the back of her throat, and she fought to control her gag reflex. She managed and he didn't pull her off as he held himself in paradise for a few heartbeats longer before he let her have air.

  "What kind of book taught you this? And don't fuckin' try to answer." He was already making it impossible, pushing deep into that hot, wet world of pure pleasure. He loved watching himself disappear into her mouth, watching her wet lips stretch and her eyes widen as he fed his cock to her.

  She was doing things he'd never experienced, things no doubt she'd read in books, but they were driving him right out of his mind. He'd had blowjobs, many of them, but nothing like this. He had no idea if it was because he was already so far gone on her or because she really was that good. And it was that fucking good. Any more and he was going to blow.

  "Have to stop, baby, or you're going to be swallowing, and most women aren't down for that." He couldn't quite pull her off him. He should. He knew he should, but he couldn't.

  She didn't stop, and all that pent-up seed, despite the many times he'd relieved himself in the shower, came boiling up like a fucking volcano and he blew big. Blasted like rockets. She did her best as he pumped long ropes in her mouth. She took it too, his woman, swallowing him down as if he was feeding her candy. It was sexy as hell to him, seeing his seed sliding out of her mouth and down her chin.

  "Gentle," he cautioned when her mouth still suckled. He was more sensitive than he'd ever been.

  She followed his warning carefully, her mouth gliding over him as his cock relaxed, although he wasn't as sated as he thought he'd be. She was too damned sexy, and what she'd just done for him was the most amazing gift she could have given him. He was going to find that book, frame it and put it on the wall.

  He eased his hands out of her hair. "You okay?" His fingers found his seed on her mouth and chin, scooped it up and fed it to her. She obeyed his silent command and licked his fingers clean. "Need to know, princess, are you okay?"

  She nodded, her gaze still on his. "Was it good for you?" There was anxiety in her eyes, in her voice. She didn't have a clue.

  "Holy fucking mother, woman, what do you think? I've never had anything so good, and it was your first time."

  She smirked. "I practiced a lot."

  "What else did you practice?"

  "I tried to smuggle all of us toys, you know, vibrators so we could feel what it was like, but I got caught. I spent two weeks in solitary for that one."

  "That man was a bastard." He handed her a bottle of water and watched her throat work. "You ever try to deep throat one of your substitutes? Relax your throat and swallow it? Hold it there for a minute or so?"

  She nodded. "It's harder than you think it might be. I practiced that a lot too. Bellisa or Shylah would convince my guard I needed bananas when I was in solitary to keep my blood sugar up. I was there quite often until I got better at smuggling contraband, so I didn't have a lot of other things to do."

  He let out a groan. "Woman, you're ki
lling me. We're going to get some contraband and I'll show you all kinds of things we can do with it. I like the idea of watching you get yourself off with a vibrator. Or me getting you off with one while you practice that deep-throating technique. The images you're putting in my head are never going to go away."

  "Good images, I hope." There was that smirk again, but she deserved to smirk.

  "Better than good. I'm going to do something with you that I bet you haven't tried." He waited until she drank the full bottle of water. "Lie on your back. If anything hurts, you tell me immediately, understand, baby? We'll find another position, we won't stop, so don't think that and be stoic. This isn't about pain, it's all about pleasure."

  Zara swallowed hard, her heart accelerating out of control. He looked so powerful. All those muscles. Without clothes, she could see every muscle in his body--and he had a lot of them. Part of her was excited to see what was going to happen, and another part of her was filled with trepidation. She lay back slowly and found she had to shade her eyes against the sun when she tried to look at him. That gave her the impression of the mask, his face dark, the shadow on his jaw pronounced, his eyes so black they gleamed at her like a marauder's.

  He pulled her thighs apart, fingers tight on her skin, not letting her move once he created space for his body. When he slipped between her legs, he lay on his belly and used his shoulders as a wedge to keep her thighs apart. Her breath caught in her throat. She wasn't certain she could actually pull air into her lungs.

  "Gino?" She needed reassurance. Fear skittered down her spine. She loved doing things to him, but wasn't so certain how she was supposed to react when he did things to her. She'd read about that too, but even when she touched herself, nothing huge had happened. Now she felt totally vulnerable.

  "Trust me, Zara. Just give yourself to me and relax. Let me show you how good this can be."

  His tone was that strange dark one that both mesmerized and compelled her to do whatever he asked. She took a deep breath and allowed herself to sink into a place where she felt free to turn everything over to him. It was such a dichotomy, the fact that she could be afraid and yet feel safe with him. Maybe fear wasn't the right word; maybe it was trepidation, because she didn't know what was coming.

  Her sex clenched the moment his gaze went from her eyes to her body. Just the expression on his face sent liquid heat moving inside her. He looked feral, more savage than human. She loved that particular expression, especially since his features were stamped with pure possession. The lines in his face were sensual, purely carnal, lust mingling with hunger and need. She liked that she was his and that he thought of her that way.

  She felt his breath first and her entire body jumped. Air rushed from her lungs. She felt the hard bristles along his jaw move up her thigh, first one side and then the other until desire danced up her legs and filled her core. Soft kisses on the insides of her thighs drove her wild. Stinging nips, soothed by his tongue sent jagged shock waves whipping through her body. Then his mouth was on her and he was devouring her, as if she was the finest, most exotic candy in his world.

  Zara was unprepared for the sheer feelings overwhelming her. She had no idea her body was even capable of reacting with such fire and sensitivity. Every stroke of his tongue, the raking of his teeth, the greedy way he attacked was overpowering. Her body took on a life of its own, winding tighter and tighter until she thought she might lose her mind. She had no idea she was chanting his name until her lungs were burning for air and she had to stop to inhale.

  Lightning seemed to strike through her body as that tension coiled and her body burned. Panic set in, but there was his voice talking to her in that whisper of dark, intimate velvet, commanding her to relax and let go for him. She'd do just about anything for him and her body always seemed to obey him, relaxing into the heat of his mouth and the stroke of his tongue. Fire raced, a million colors burst behind her eyes and she was thrown into the sky, soaring with constellations she didn't even know the name of.

  Heart pounding like wild, eyes on his, she opened her mouth, but nothing came out. He grinned at her, shamelessly smug.

  "Let's see if you can do that again," he said.

  She shook her head, her gaze dropping to his body. So hard. So perfect. He'd come up on his knees, and she could see the heavy erection. Evidently, he'd enjoyed what he'd been doing to her almost as much, or more than she had. She couldn't imagine more, but that wasn't what she wanted.

  "Not again?"

  Did he look disappointed? "I want you inside me, Gino." She tried to sound assertive and firm.

  "Baby." He let out another soft groan. "Don't tempt the devil. I'm trying to do right by you. The surface is hard. A mattress would feel a whole hell of a lot better. As it is, twice I nearly caught at your hips and I would have touched those lacerations that aren't quite healed. I don't want any pain for you when we come together."

  "I know what I want, and I'm not feeling pain at all. Just the opposite." She kept her gaze fixed on his so he could see she meant it. She knew him well enough now to know if he decided against it, there would be no changing his mind, not even if she pulled out some of her seduction tricks she'd read about.

  "Princess." His voice had gone husky. Sexy. Hypnotic. "You have to be certain. I planned this out in the bedroom where you'd be comfortable, not here where the ground is hard."

  "I want here. I love being here with you, and this place is magic to me. I'm not hurting at all. I swear, I would tell you immediately."

  He closed his eyes for a moment and she thought she'd lost. Her heart pounded. She counted her breaths, her heartbeats. She moved her body subtly, widening her legs, arching just a little so it drew attention to her breasts. He groaned, and she knew she won.

  "All right, baby. I've got a couple of condoms in my wallet and we're going to protect you." He reached for his jeans, dragged them to him and pulled out his wallet and then a foil packet. "I've got two in here. That's the limit, Zara."

  One of his hands rubbed her thigh, the other cupped the slickness between her legs. She gasped as he pushed a finger into her. It was slow, but she felt every inch.

  "You're tight, princess, and I'm ..." He broke off, shaking his head. "Your first time is going to hurt. There's no getting around that. I can be careful and make it as good as I can, but it can hurt."

  He looked around at their surroundings and then back down to her body, laid out in front of him like a feast. She wasn't afraid and, although the pain part didn't sound great, she'd read about that too and knew what to expect. From that first moment of partial freedom, when she'd attended school outside the compound, she had realized that men and women gravitated toward one another. She'd wanted what others had. A man. A home. Children. She had been determined to be ready in case the opportunity was ever given to her. She had been unwavering in her desire to be the best partner for her man she could be.

  She stretched her arms above her head, and lifted her hips, rocking a little. "I want you right now, Gino. I want to know I'm your woman. If it's going to hurt here, it's going to hurt in the bedroom."

  His hand fisted his cock absently, doing several lazy pumps while he looked at her body lying there. A faint sheen covered her skin where tiny drops of water remained from the pool.

  "Cup your breasts, baby. Remember what I did to your nipples? Do the same thing for me. I want to watch you."

  She didn't know if that meant yes, but she followed his instructions exactly. Her body was already in a heightened state and just the brush of her fingers on her nipples sent streaks of fire straight to her clit. She gasped, and rocked her hips more, trying to assuage the terrible need building in her just from watching Gino's fist sliding on his cock and that one long finger pumping in and out of her. It wasn't nearly enough, and her breath came out in ragged little pants she couldn't control.

  He pushed a second finger into her along with the first. It felt ... too much. Too tight. Burning. Just the way he said. She gasped and pinched and rolle
d and tugged more. Harder. Needing the fire to overcome the burn.

  "Relax, princess. The more you relax, the easier this is going to be."

  Her body was already listening to him, the tension going out of her muscles and almost immediately, the two fingers fit. She took another deep breath and let it out as he scissored them, stretching her even more. It felt unexpectedly sexy. Maybe it was the way he looked, kneeling over her like a conquering warrior.

  "You're so fucking beautiful, Zara. I love that you do exactly what I ask of you, that you trust me that much."

  Just the way he looked at her was a turn-on. Every sense she had was heightened, so acute, her skin was sensitive to the slightest brush of her fingers. His eyes were so black, so feral, the lines in his face carved deep with lust. There was that mixture of lust and some deep emotion she wanted to call love because that was the accepted word. Whatever it was, it was all for her and she gave herself completely to him.

  Gino pulled his two fingers away from her and her body tried to follow them. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean. "I love the way you taste. All mine. No one else is ever going to have that."