Riding Wild

by Jaci Burton

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  Author: Jaci Burton

  He slipped his hand inside her shorts, pulled the ties on the sides of her bikini and jerked it free, tossing it on the table.

  “That was in my way,” he said, his voice a low growl against her ear.

  The tension in his voice was evident. He was as taut with need as she was. She barely caught her breath from his removal of her bikini bottoms before his hand covered her pussy. The heat of his palm was like stoking an already raging bonfire. She arched against his hand, curling into that singeing contact.

  And then he began to stroke her, with soft, silky movements, coating his hand with the cream spilling from her pussy. Now wet, his hand glided over her in a smooth rhythm, and each time he brushed her clit she felt a stroke of lightning deep in her core. It was like a shockwave of electricity, the most pleasurable kind imaginable.

  “Damn, baby, you are wet. ” He dipped the tip of one finger between her folds, teasing her with what could be. It was sheer torment, because he removed it, continuing the slow torture of his caresses.

  “Please,” she begged, not caring how it sounded. Mac was in control of this, of her. She needed what he could give, and she’d do anything to get it. She wanted this exposure, to feel the sunshine warming her pussy while his mouth covered her aching clit.

  “Tell me what you want, Lily. ”

  “Lick me. ”

  His tongue lashed out against her earlobe. “Like this?”

  She shivered, goose bumps breaking out over her heated body. “No. ”

  “Where do you want it?”

  “I want your mouth on my pussy. ”

  He withdrew his hand and dragged her to the picnic table across the deck. No canopy there, only bright sunlight and open to the water.

  “Lay down on the table. ”

  She lay on her back, her legs dangling over the edge of the table. His eyes were so dark with passion…she felt drugged looking at him. No smile creased the lines alongside his eyes.

  Only concentration and deep need—so serious, so intense. Her heart slammed against her ribs and she found it hard to breathe.

  “Lift,” he commanded.

  When she did, he grasped the top of her shorts and dragged them down her thighs. When he pulled them off, he widened her legs and stepped between them. She arched up to reach for him, but he splayed his hand over her chest to keep her in place.

  “Uh-uh. Stay put. You’re mine. ”

  His. Was she really? For the moment, yes, and that’s all she cared about. This moment, and what he was going to do to her. She relaxed and shielded her eyes from the sun, keeping her head tilted up so she could watch Mac pull up the bench and sit between her legs. He shot a quick glance at her, his lips curving into a devilish grin before he dragged her down along the smooth table, her pussy balancing just at the edge.

  His mouth covered her sex, and she let out a shriek she had no hope of holding in, because his lips were warm, his mouth wet, his tongue circling her clit with soft, slow strokes meant to tease and torment. She couldn’t bear it, she was already so close to orgasm. She jerked upward, grinding against his face in desperation. He slid his hands underneath her buttocks and held her while he feasted on her pussy, licking her up and down as if she were a fast-melting ice cream cone and he wanted to slurp every last drop before it spilled.

  She was spilling, all right. Her climax rushed at her like a fast-breaking ocean wave, and she held tight to the edge of the table as it rocked her senseless. The hot rush of liquid seeped down the crack of her ass as she flooded his face with come. She shook in uncontrollable spasms with each wave crashing over her. Mac, utterly relentless, licked her, sliding his tongue inside her pussy to lap up every drop until she lay limp and panting.

  But if she thought she’d have time to recover, she was wrong. He stood and lifted his shirt over his head. So overwhelmed by her orgasm, she lay there, staring at his chiseled body while he dropped his shorts and took his cock in his hands. He stroked it for her, fisting it in a tight grip and using slow, deliberate motions from base to tip. Pearly drops formed at the head, and she licked her lips, eager to taste him.

  “Don’t even think about moving,” he warned, continuing to thrust his cock into his tightly fisted grip. “I’m going to fuck you right there. Plant your feet on the table. ”

  Renewed desire sparked within her as she watched him masturbate. She bent her knees and flattened her feet on the edge of the table. Mac moved forward between her legs and slid inside her with a firm push. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, exhaling in a moan that signaled the sweet pleasure she felt at his entry. He stretched the walls of her vagina, striking nerve endings that no man had ever hit. Maybe it was a psychological thing. Surely one penis was just as good as another, wasn’t it?

  Then again, maybe not, because no man ever touched her inside like Mac did.

  He withdrew and surged forward again. Lily gasped as sensation exploded inside her. She lifted her hips to drive more of his cock inside her.

  “Look at me. ”

  She opened her eyes and her breath caught, the explosion catapulting her and rocking her senses. Because what really drove her pleasure was his eyes, the way he looked at her. He wasn’t centered on her pussy, he wasn’t getting off on watching where they were joined; he was watching her face.

  With every thrust, he looked in her eyes for her reaction.

  He was watching her. The whole woman, not just the body. He was searching beyond the physical, reaching for all of her.

  Oh, God. She felt it, and she didn’t want to. The emotional connection. Goddamit. Even outside, during this naughty little experiment of hot, wicked exhibitionism, what should have been harmless fun and games, shattered her inside when she looked at him.

  He wasn’t fucking her. He was loving her. Not just with his cock, but with all of him. Oh, he hadn’t said a damn thing.

  She didn’t need words spoken to know it. She read it in his eyes, felt it in the sweeping caress of his hand along the side of her face as he bent over the table and with his eyes still fixed on her, pressed an intimate kiss to her lips.

  Yes, it was hot and it was sexy and she gripped him from the inside out, claiming him at the most primal level.

  At the same time he smashed the wall around her heart and claimed it.

  Tears pooled and fell from the corners of her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. The funny thing was, they only increased her pleasure, not in any way diminishing it.

  The knowledge that no matter what kind of game she played with her own mind, no matter what she said to try and convince herself that it wasn’t true, this wasn’t just a job. She always had been and always would be in love with Mac.

  Chapter Ten

  Lily was crying. Mac was inside her, and it felt so damn good, but tears fell from her eyes and he didn’t understand what was happening. He stilled and leaned over her, using his thumb to wipe away a tear rolling down her face.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?”

  She shook her head and grabbed his wrists pulling him toward her. “Nothing’s wrong. Don’t stop. ”

  Her voice was a breathy whisper, her face tight with passion. Her body blushed all over. A fine sheet of perspiration from the sun, from their lovemaking, cast her in the role of a golden goddess spread out before him. He moved inside her and his thought process was lost. If she was okay, then he was okay.

  Some women got emotional during sex, or so he’d heard. He’d never had a woman cry when he fucked her. Then again, Lily wasn’t like any other woman he’d ever been with before. He’d never felt a woman so completely when he was inside her like he felt Lily. The way they seemed to fit so perfectly, the way she responded to him and gave herself to him—all of these things ratcheted up his pleasure in the moment. How could he think of anything else but how she felt wrapped around his cock, hot and wet and squeezing him with soft pulses meant to make him cr
azy.

  She whimpered, but this time it wasn’t distress. She lifted, trying to get more of him. He gave her what she wanted, thrusting deeper, grabbing her legs so they hung in his arms.

  Her ass was off the table and the position gave him the best damn view of her pussy. Now he could watch where they were connected, see the way the puffy lips of her cunt grabbed his dick whenever he withdrew. The sight was erotic as hell and any guy would be riveted on it.

  But what he really liked focusing on was her face, the way it contorted with an almost painful pleasure whenever he pulled back, then powered forward again. There was nothing more arousing than a woman completely invested in lovemaking, so connected in body and spirit that she could look into her man’s eyes and not feel embarrassed.

  Lily made eye contact. God, that was so hot, knowing she wasn’t afraid to look at him while he fucked her. The way her eyes got glassy, the way she seemed to be able to see inside his mind, read his thoughts, the way he felt connected to her in the most primal of ways, made his balls knot up. Her slick heat was like a torture chamber, and it was the best torment he could ever ask for. He was hot and sweaty and didn’t want to stop. She was beautiful, his little wildcat. The way she looked was mesmerizing. He could stare at her the rest of the day, except he felt a tightening at the base of his spine, the pleasure spiraling up inside him, and he wanted to come in her. It was tunneling through him like a runaway train and he fought to hold it back.

  Lily was going to go first. He released her legs, then slid his hands under her back and pulled her up, doing a complete turnaround so that he lay on the table on his back.

  Without breaking stride, he settled her on top of him.

  “Now finish us off, baby. ”

  Her eyes gleamed with delight as she straddled him and surged forward, then tilted her head back and rode him hard.

  She seated herself fully on top of him, which buried him to the hilt inside her. He paused, feeling the tight walls of her pussy pulse around him. Then he gripped her hips and lifted her, letting her slide down again, watching every inch of his shaft disappear inside her. And her cunt squeezed a welcome as he invaded her, gripping him in a tight vise. Watching what his cock was feeling was a heady sensation. Seeing her reaction to it was even better.

  Her breasts tipped forward as she palmed his chest, the rosy tips tantalizing him. He cupped the mounds and teased her nipples with his fingers.

  “I like that,” she said.

  He liked her voice when she was deep into sex. He liked her mentality even better—wild and uninhibited.

  “How much do you like it?” He tugged at her nipples and her pussy clenched around his cock. “That much, huh?”

  This time, he gave them a light pinch, and she squeezed her thighs against him.

  “More. ”

  When she reached between her legs and began to rub her clit, he knew she was too far gone, that this was going to be over soon. He tugged at her nipples, harder this time, concentrating on Lily and trying to force a halt to the contractions threatening to let loose the floodgates of his orgasm. Not yet, dammit.

  “Make yourself come for me, Lily. Let me see it. I want to feel it. ”

  Ripples of sensation rolled over him, both from her and from within himself. Sweat poured from him at the effort it took to sustain his hold, but he refused to yield. His gaze swept from rapid movements of her hand strumming her clit to the look of utter rapture on her face. He felt what she felt—the sweeping waves of her orgasm as her lips parted and soft cries escaped. Her eyes widened as she came and she once again locked her gaze on him, digging her nails into his chest.

  The eruption was powerful, blinding him in its intensity. He bucked up against her as the force of it lifted his hips off the table. Lily held on as he rocketed inside her, shuddering out a loud groan, then collapsing after he had emptied all he had. Panting, he held onto her hips and just stared into her beautiful eyes. And still, she kept eye contact, never once looking away.

  She smiled down at him, his vixen suddenly turned angel.

  “Your skin is going to fry out here in the sun. Let’s get inside. ”