The Wicked Collection

by Vivian Wood

  Wriggling, she realized she couldn’t get away if she wanted to. Henry was crouched between her legs. She watched him lower his mouth to her breasts. He was rougher than ever before, sucking hard on her nipple like he couldn’t get enough of her. When she thought she couldn’t take any more, he eased off and offered light flicks that sent an entirely new rush of wetness between her thighs. As he moved to her other breast, she felt his cock brush briefly against her wetness. The heat of him was incredible, but even so she went still. What if he just plunged in? Fucked her suddenly… and painfully?

  Once he’d given the same part pain, part pleasure attention to her other breast, he started kissing upward, tasting the salt of her collarbone. The higher he climbed, the more she could feel him pressing into her. The tip of him was starting to dip into her folds. Just barely, and she could feel her back arching into it. But she couldn’t get over the fear of what he might suddenly do to her. When he tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck, she took the opportunity to bite lightly. She didn’t want to hurt him, and the taste of his skin on her lips forced her to push against him even more. What the hell is wrong with you?

  Henry jerked his head back with a start—and released her wrists leisurely.

  She was greedy, slipping them out of the sleeves and reaching for him. “Not so fast. I’m only letting you use your hands if you’ll be a good girl. No touching. Not yet.” Henry rose to his knees again, and when she tried to follow he pushed her back down. Kneeling between her legs, he languidly stroked himself. Once. Twice. “See what you do to me.” It wasn’t a question. She looked down to his hand, hovering at his tip which was covered in wetness. Pre-cum. Sam had freaked her out once, telling her how even that contained semen.

  Henry lightly slapped his tip against her clit, the slightest of movements. Again. As he pressed it against her and began sliding himself up and down along her begging clit, she closed her eyes and let out a loud groan. “Look at me,” he said, and she obeyed.

  He rubbed faster, their juices mixing together. She inched her hands gradually toward his thighs. Digging her nails into his skin, she pulled him back and forth, making him move faster. “Tell me what you want,” he said. But she couldn’t. The words stuck in her throat. She was close.

  Henry stopped, going completely still. “Do you want me to eat your pussy?” he asked.

  She nodded. She was getting so wet she thought, maybe, she could take in his imposing size, but the thought of him drinking her in was too tempting to pass up.

  “Say it.” He was unmoving.

  “I want you to,” she whispered quietly, a wave of self-consciousness washing over her.

  “You want me to what?”

  “Eat me.”

  “No. That’s not what I asked you.” Keeping one hand on his cock, he grazed her nipples with the other—but still didn’t allow her any satisfaction from below. “Now. You want me to do what?”

  “Eat my pussy,” she said, watching his fingers draw circles around her areola.

  “The whole thing,” he said.

  She looked at him quizzically. “Say the whole thing.”

  “I…” she began, and he pinched a nipple. “I want you…” she continued, and was interrupted by an unexpected light slap on her swollen clit. “Fuck. I want you to eat my pussy,” she burst out.

  “Please,” he said.

  “I want you to eat my pussy, please,” she said, grinding her feet into the mattress to keep her clit pressed against his fiery cock.

  “That’s good,” he said. Moving his hands under her ass, he lifted her groin up as he lowered his face to the sweetness between her legs. This time, there wasn’t as much teasing, no fervent kisses around her pink folds. He kissed her clit softly before working it adeptly with his tongue. As he slid a thumb into her, thick and foreign, she called out. With his index finger, he began circling the rim of her ass with the faintest of touch. She was so wet she’d soaked into the bedding and between every crevice she had. Still, she braced at this new exploration.

  “Don’t worry,” he whispered. It was the first time she witnessed a touch of the old, caring Henry since he’d thrown her over his shoulder like a caveman. “I won’t go any deeper than this.” Reassured, she felt herself relax and ease into the enjoyment of it. Her clit, his thumb teasing just below her G-spot, the sensations rippling near her ass, it was almost too much. Her fingernails curled into his hair.

  Henry released her, rolled onto his back. “Sit,” he told her, motioning her to get up.

  “I don’t—”

  “Sit on my face.”

  She climbed onto him, lowering herself to his lips as she faced his cock. Both his hands were on her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Riding his mouth, getting permission to control the speed, playing with her own nipples, it was shooting her toward orgasm.

  Henry lowered one arm to himself, starting to stroke. “Let me,” she said, desperate to lick and suck his cock. For once, he didn’t stop her.

  Stretched across his tight stomach, she took her first taste of him and took in everything. Her own juices on his tip, the pre-cum, and that musk she couldn’t get enough of. But when she tried to take him all the way into her mouth, she faltered. It’s just so big.

  He let out a grunt of frustration, lifting her off his face. “Fuck, Ellie,” he told her, flipping her onto her back and lowering himself onto her. Again, she felt his cock pushing into her. “Tell me,” he growled into her ear.

  “Fuck me,” she replied, digging her fingers into his lower back. “Please, just fuck me.”

  With that he buried himself all the way into her, filling her up entirely. Their rhythmic movements synced up instantly. After the initial shock of taking his entirety, a sharp and brief bite of pain, sheer pleasure took her over. “You feel so good,” he told her, over and over, kissing her neck as they moved faster.

  She was nearly there, about to come with him inside her, when he let go with a sharp cry. The rush of him coming inside her, filling her up completely, brought her to the hardest orgasm she’d ever known—it made her bite into his shoulder to keep from completely losing it. He stayed there, inside her, letting his throbbing cock bring fresh waves of pleasure to her over and over again.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Henry woke up to a stinging on his neck. Rubbing it gently, Ellie tucked into the crook of his other arm, he remembered her bites—those little nips. The scratches down his back and chest. How can this be real?

  They’d slept through the night, the two of them. For the first time in years, he didn’t recall a trace of nightmares. It had just been thick, comforting darkness after he’d emptied himself into her. As he lightly traced his fingertips along her arm, she shifted and sighed in her sleep. She’s so innocent, he thought, possessiveness flooding him. At the same time, he felt like a total idiot.

  What would Eli say? There was no way he wouldn’t find out. He sure as hell wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth closed forever, and Ellie? No matter what she thought or what she said, there was a good chance she’d let it slip to Eli, too.

  With a stretch overhead, Ellie started getting roused awake. He could feel the scratch marks down his back as his muscles flexed. “Hmm,” she mumbled, eyes fluttering open.

  “Morning,” he said quietly, and she ran a hand along his chest, jerking back when she noticed the red marks.

  “Is that from me?” she asked, peering closer.

  “Kitty has claws,” he told her, squeezing her shoulder and pulling her closer. He didn’t want her to be worried. Plus, he didn’t mind the scratches and the bites. He liked being marked by her.

  But he still felt unworthy. She shook her head and buried her face into his arm, twisting her torso so he could see the crest of her hips. With her shifting, her breasts pushed closer into him. Hell. As long as she wants me, I’ll be along for the ride. Ellie wiggled against him, draping a smooth thigh across his. He could feel her wet heat against his leg. She’ll come to her senses any time.
Realize she’s too fucking good for me soon enough.

  “Hey,” he whispered to her, letting his hand glide from her shoulder to the steep slope of her waist.

  “Not yet.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t ruin it yet.”

  Ruin it? Did she think he wanted to stop? “C’mon, kitten. Nobody’s ruining anything.” With that, she peeked up at him, one eye hidden by a lock of red mane as she wrinkled her nose. She squeezed his leg between hers, bathing it in her wetness. “What?” he asked. “You want some more?”

  Ellie gave the slightest nod, and he let his hand travel to her ass, giving it a light slap. “Get on,” he told her.

  She moved atop him with incredible grace, a predator’s glint in her eye. Straddling him, she pressed his hard length down against his pelvis, gliding up and down the length of him, rubbing her clit against his cock. Both of her hands cupped her breasts. A moan escaped out of him. Henry kneaded her thighs, began to control her speed. Her juices were flowing so strongly his entire cock was covered, the stickiness starting to seep between his own thighs. “You’re so wet,” he told her, and she nodded again.

  “Come here.” Henry pushed himself up slightly, propping himself against the headboard so her tits were in his face. As Ellie kneeled sliding back and forth along his cock, he kissed the entirety of her breasts. At this angle, every time she reached the tip of him, he almost slipped in. He could feel her resisting, aching to stretch out the foreplay as long as she could. “I know you want it,” he teased her, letting his teeth lightly graze a nipple.

  She let out a moan and grasped the hardness of his base with her slender fingers. Henry leaned back to watch her guide him inside. “Slow,” he instructed as she positioned his tip at her opening. Entering her, he could feel the muscles in her walls tightening, hugging him close.

  Halfway down his shaft, he held the back of her thighs, teasing her. She was so wet she had already covered his entire cock in her arousal. “Please, Henry,” she begged, wiggling in his hands.

  “Please what?” he asked, looking up at her. “What do you want?”

  “You know.” She was frustrated, but he wanted to drag it out—especially with her wiggles making her breasts bounce in his face.

  “Sorry.” Henry leaned forward to suck her nipples once more. They were irresistible. She was irresistible. “I’m afraid I don’t,” he murmured between kisses and licks. “You’ll have to tell me.”

  “Please…”

  He could hear her breath quickening in his ears. “Hmm?” he asked.

  “Please, I want all of it.”

  “All of what?” he asked.

  “All of you in me,” she answered lowly. “I need you to fill me up.”

  “With what?”

  “Please…”

  “My cock?”

  “Yeah.” Her hands were on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

  “Say it.”

  “I need your cock.” Blood rushed to her face, highlighting the small burst of freckles across her cheeks.

  He didn’t just remove his hands and let her slide down. Fast, he whipped his palms on top of her thighs and pushed her down. Held her down. Grinding her clit into his pelvis, she wrapped her arms around his back and matched his rhythm.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he told her as he was engulfed in that mane of red hair. Ellie lowered her lips to him and their tongues intertwined. Moving his hands up her legs, clutching her ass, he allowed her a little more freedom. “Ride it,” he whispered into her ear. “That’s it.”

  Snaking one hand behind her back, Henry grabbed her hair taut. She let out a small yelp as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck and giving him an unobstructed view of those gorgeous tits. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders while she rode him.

  “You’re gonna make me come,” she moaned.

  “No. You’ll come when I tell you to.” He forced her to be still with firm hands on both her legs. “Put your knees up,” he told her, and she quietly obliged, his cock still buried deep inside her. “Now,” he continued, pushing himself upright, “wrap those beautiful legs around me.” Their chests pressed tightly together, Henry squeezed her ass and fucked her slowly. He could feel her legs starting to squeeze tighter, forcing him deeper. “Don’t you dare fucking come,” he repeated, feeling her legs loosen a touch.

  “Henry,” she repeated again and again in his ear.

  “Do you want me to tell you how I’ll make you come?” he asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Say please,” he admonished her, stopping their movements.

  “Please.” She was doing her best to keep grinding into him.

  “I’m going to make you come…” Henry released her, allowing her to take over and fuck him as her legs became a vise. “…when I come inside you.”

  With that, he grabbed her legs and flipped her onto her back. Ellie’s eyes widened as he crouched over her. He plunged into her as her cries of pleasure escalated. Her sharp nails raked across his lower back. “You like this? You like me fucking you?” he asked her. He was answered by her hands on his ass, pulling him in deeper and faster. “Answer me.”

  “I love it,” she called out breathlessly.

  “Do you want me to come in you?”

  “Yeah. Please.” She was starting to learn, to correct herself.

  “How badly?” he asked, teasing and slowing his movements. Raising his head, he looked down at her, their eyes meeting.

  “More than anything.” She was incredible, pupils wide and lips parted.

  Henry buried into her, his face nuzzled into her neck. When he felt those first waves start to wash through him, he bit softly into her neck. All of him was poured into her. She gasped as she took it in.

  “Oh, God. Oh, fuck.” Her nails were daggers in his back as his come fired into her, hitting her G-spot.

  “Come with me.” He could hardly recognize his own voice, so deep and animalistic.

  “I am. Fuck, Henry.” He could feel her, her body responding to his perfectly. Her insides gripped him, still rock hard and swimming in a blend of both their juices.

  For minutes he stayed inside her, propped up on his forearms and basking in the afterglow. When he felt himself finally start to soften, he pulled out of her.

  Falling onto his back beside her, he couldn’t stop looking at those lips. They looked ripe enough to burst. “Hey, kitten,” he whispered to her.

  “Hmm…”

  “You want to clean me up?”

  Her eyes opened and she looked at him, confused.

  “I want you to taste yourself on me.” Henry glanced down at himself, half-hard. Maybe this wouldn’t be so intimidating for her.

  She smiled and started to inch her way down. “Gentle,” he told her, pulling her hair into a ponytail so he could enjoy the view.

  Henry let her lap up their juices, those amazing lips exploring every inch of him.

  “That’s enough.” He was still sensitive—and didn’t want to overwhelm her.

  “Was that not good?” she asked, looking up at him hurt.

  “It was real good, kitten,” he reassured her. “Let’s just save some for next time.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Ellie combed her fingers through her wet hair in the shower. Tilting her head up toward the showerhead, she let the heat soothe her aching body. She and Henry were going on three nonstop days of sex, and it was starting to take a toll on her physically. Her breasts were covered in hickeys, and the aching between her legs made it so she could barely stand. And still, she wanted more. She craved him with a hunger she’d never known before.

  Running her fingers gently between her thighs, letting the suds slip between her folds, she sighed. Even now, her body responded to the slightest of touches. Her lips were engorged with the constant blood flow, her clit starting to harden with barely a whisper of touch.

  The only problem was the real world was hammering into their perfect little bubble.

/>   When Eli had called that morning, the strange sound of the phone ringing had startled both her and Henry. She’d been curled with her back against his chest, spooning after a morning marathon session. “I’ll get it,” she said, racing downstairs to the office naked.

  “Ellie.” Eli’s voice sounded strange. She realized it was because she hadn’t talked to him since telling him she was coming here. In fact, she hadn’t heard any man’s voice besides Henry’s in what seemed like years.

  “Eli!” she said, suddenly uncomfortable to be talking to her brother with Henry’s scent engulfing her. “Where are you? Did Meredith tell you—”

  “I just got back,” he said. She didn’t bother asking from where. Whether it was South Korea, China, Japan or elsewhere, she could no longer keep track of Eli’s jam-packed schedule. For the first time, she was too busy tending to her own wants and needs to keep pace with her ultra-performing brother. “Are you okay? I heard about the snowstorm. Thank God… thank God Henry was there.”

  “Oh. Yeah,” she said, letting awkward silence trail into the phone.

  “I got a report that he’s still with you,” Eli said. The agents. They hadn’t shown their faces since following them back to the cabin, but of course they were lurking nearby. What else had they told Eli?

  “Yeah,” Ellie said, choosing her words carefully. “Probably not much longer, though. The snow’s let up quite a bit.”

  “Tell him to stay with you as long as he can,” Eli said. “Actually, put him on the phone after you.”

  “Okay.”

  “Is everything else okay? You have food and all? Do you need anything? I’ll ask the guards to—”

  “I’m fine, Eli. Geez,” she said, raking her brain for something to distract him. “Actually, I’ve been keeping busy.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah, I applied to UC Davis. Filled out the application at least.”

  “Ellie! That’s good. I’m glad you’re not still so down. But UC Davis? That’s… far.” Eli’s voice was torn between encouragement and upset at the idea of her on the opposite coast.