Unleashed

by Jami Alden

  That time it had been rain instead of snow. She and Danny had locked themselves in a room similar to this one. Caroline hadn’t cared about the rain, or the cheap sheets, or the ugly décor. All she’d cared about was having Danny and a bed. They’d gone at each other voraciously, made love until they were both sore and tired and could barely move. Then one of them would run a hand up the other’s thigh, or circle a nipple with a finger, or kiss the other’s neck, and it would start all over again.

  Still, it wasn’t enough. She hadn’t seen him for six months before that, and had no idea when the next time would be. They parted with desperate kisses and whispered “I love you”s.

  Three weeks later Caroline had realized she was pregnant.

  That was enough to snap her out of it. She pushed away from Danny and walked on shaky legs to the other side of the room.

  Danny followed her like a tiger on the prowl.

  “This is a really bad idea,” she said, as much to herself as to him.

  He ignored her, of course. “Come on Caroline. Don’t try to tell me you’re not curious what it would be like now.”

  “Curiosity is a really bad reason to have sex with an ex,” she replied, hating the way her voice shook as much as she hated the way her sex throbbed between her legs.

  He moved closer and she took another step back, then another, until he had her pinned up against the room’s door. Her breath caught as he leaned into her, letting her feel the weight of him, the heat of him. The hardness of him pressing insistently against her belly. “I want to know if you still like it when I suck your tits while I fuck you.”

  Caroline closed her eyes and let out a low moan as her nipples hardened at the thought.

  He braced his hands on either side of her head, trapping her.

  Not that she wanted to escape. He kissed her then, rough, hungry. “I want to know if your pussy is still as hot and tight as a wet little fist, squeezing around me.” His tongue swept the seam of her lips, and she couldn’t stop herself from sucking him inside. Stupid, her brain tried to warn. This is so stupid.

  One hand slid under the hem of her sweater and he rocked his hips against her. “I want to know,” he said, his breath coming faster, “if you still yell so loud when you come that the people next door will worry that I’m killing you.”

  Caroline let out a low whimper and slid her arms around his waist. She should be angry, offended, or at the very least, embarrassed by the things he was saying, but God help her, she wanted to know, too. Need pumped through her veins like warm honey. It had been so long since she’d felt anything like this, she’d almost convinced herself she’d never felt it at all.

  But as Danny pulled her sweater over her head and pulled off his own shirt, it was like the years melted away. Caroline was back in that hotel room in North Carolina, running hot and wet with the need to have Danny fucking her hard and deep.

  He unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms. He leaned into her, and they both hissed at the first skin to skin contact. The skin of his chest was hot and smooth, and the dusting of rough hair brushed her nipples into achy peaks. It was so familiar, yet so new. He was bigger, harder, leaner. Mountains of muscle rippled under her fingers and she wanted to explore every ridge with her lips and tongue.

  “From that first day I saw you again,” he muttered against her mouth, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you, about all the ways I want to make you come.” He bent his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She laced her fingers through his hair and pressed him close, urging him on.

  “Tell me,” she moaned. “Tell me everything you’ve been thinking about.” Heat flooded her face at her own boldness, but this is what Danny did to her. Made her crazy. Made her lose control.

  “How about I show you instead,” he said, his breath hot against her other breast as he slid one hand down the back of her jeans. His fingers slid against the silky fabric of her panties and he insinuated one thigh between hers. She moaned and hitched her leg up over his hip so she could ride the hard muscle. His mouth abandoned her breasts and he straightened. His hands slid down to the button of her jeans and buzzed the zipper down.

  Caroline’s head tipped back against the door and her breath came in sharp pants as he slid one hand down the front of her panties. Thick, callused fingers caressed her slit, parting her so he could tease the ripe bud of her clit.

  “I remember the first time I made you come with my fingers,” Danny murmured, increasing the pressure up, down, around as she braced herself against the door and tried to keep her legs from buckling under her. “You were so wet, just like you are now.” His lips brushed hers. “By the time I got your pants off your panties were soaked, and you were so embarrassed. But you’re not embarrassed now, are you?” He kissed her again, thrust his tongue inside before retreating.

  “No,” she moaned, arching against his fingers, a silent plea for him to increase the pressure.

  He ran his fingers up her slit in a firm stroke while his other hand shoved her jeans down her hips. She clumsily kicked off her boots and pulled her legs free, eagerly parting them as his hand slid down further. A low groan escaped her throat as he circled her clit with his thumb and slid one, then two fingers inside her.

  “You’re even tighter than I remembered,” he groaned against her mouth, sinking his fingers in and out until the hot stretch and slide was enough to make her scream.

  She clung to his shoulders for balance as her entire universe centered around that pleasure giving hand. Her muscles clenched and she rocked against him. His low words of encouragement against her lips pushed her higher and higher.

  “That’s it, Carrie. I can feel you, so tight around my fingers. I can’t wait to get my cock inside you.”

  The thought was enough to send her over the edge. A harsh, high pitched cry pushed through her lips, and he quickly swallowed it with his mouth over hers.

  “Mmm, don’t want anyone calling the cops just yet,” he said, as he scooped her up and carried her to one of the beds. He pulled the tacky bedspread down and onto the floor before laying her across the sheets.

  Caroline didn’t notice the roughness of the sheets against her bare skin as she looked at him. The room was dim, lit only by the single lamp on the table across the room. Danny was a dark, shadowy figure above her, a study in light and shadow, golden skin and rippling muscle. His face was partially obscured, but she could feel him looking at her as he stripped off his pants and boxers. His cock stood stiffly at attention, jutting up between his legs. Jesus, she’d remembered him being big, but not that big.

  It seemed to swell before her eyes as she stared, transfixed. Veins traced along the thick shaft and a drop of moisture beaded on the swollen head. She sat up a little and reached out, a thrill coursing through her at the feel of silky hot skin over steel. He stood frozen, every muscle locked and trembling as she wrapped her fist around him and pumped, once, twice. Bits and pieces flooded back as she stroked and squeezed, memories of what he liked, how he wanted to be touched. How to make him shudder and groan until he spun out of control.

  After only a few seconds Danny grabbed her wrist and wrenched her hand away. He collapsed on the bed beside her and pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to her palm. “I’m so jacked up right now, if you keep touching me like that I’m gonna blow. And I want to make you come about a half a dozen more times before that happens.”

  A thrill ran through her as he rolled her underneath him, his weight pressing her into the mattress. She would have thought any other man was bluffing about the half dozen orgasms. But she knew what Danny was capable of. Knew what she was capable of when Danny took control of her pleasure.

  She could only pray she made it out of this room in one piece.

  The last flutters of her orgasm had barely faded, but already the heat of his skin, the weight of him against her, made her clench in renewed need. His hands were everywhere, sliding up and down her sides, the curve of her ass, fisting in her hair to take his
kiss, parting her legs so she could feel the firm press of his abs against her sex. Over her breasts, squeezing, pinching, his mouth sucking at the tips as he murmured how beautiful she was.

  God, it was so good, just like it had always been. Under Danny’s hands, Danny’s lips, she lost herself in a vortex of pure pleasure. He knew exactly what to do, exactly what to say, to spin her up until she exploded into a million shimmering pieces. His mouth trailed down her belly, pressing a line of hot, sucking kisses to her skin until he was between her legs.

  He hovered over her, teasing her with his hot breath. “I’ve been dying to taste you again,” he murmured as he spread her pussy lips with his thumbs. “Wanting to see if you’re as salty sweet as I remember.”

  Caroline arched off the bed, nearly coming at the first, teasing lick of his tongue.

  “So sweet,” he said and ran his tongue up one side and down the other before ducking down so he could dip inside. In, out in a wet velvet slide, he fucked her with his tongue until she thought she’d lose her mind. Then he withdrew to trace lazy circles around her clit. He hooked his hands under her knees and guided them over his shoulders so she was completely open, completely vulnerable to his touch.

  “God I love going down on you.”

  Caroline could only moan as he licked and sucked, feasting on her like she was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. The first time he’d done this she’d nearly died of embarrassment, unable to believe that a guy could really enjoy it. Danny had pleaded and pushed, promised her that all she had to do was pull on his hair and he’d stop. She’d yanked on his hair at the first flick of his tongue, but of course he hadn’t stopped like he’d promised. But soon she’d had her fingers twisted in his hair as she writhed underneath him, embarrassment forgotten as he sucked her clit into his mouth with firm pulls of his lips.

  Just like he was doing now. Sucking her hard as his tongue stroked her. Her heels dug into his back as her orgasm tightened and built, more fiercely than before.

  “Mmmm, that’s it baby, come in my mouth. You know I love to taste your sweet pussy juice running over my tongue.”

  She arched her head back into the pillow, her hands fisting in the cheap sheets, too turned on to be embarrassed by the hot, filthy things he whispered against her swollen flesh. Pleasure broke over her in a dizzying wave, even more intense than before. She was dimly aware of him moving off the bed. She wanted to reach for him, keep him with her, but her arms were rubbery dead weights.

  She watched him walk across the room, his naked, muscular body moving with predatory grace. He knelt on one knee in front of his duffel bag and rustled around. Finding what he was looking for, he straightened and turned back to the bed.

  Caroline’s boneless satisfaction receded when her gaze dipped between his legs. He was still rock hard. Unsatisfied sexual heat rolled off him in waves. Her mouth went dry and she licked her lips at the thought of satisfying his need.

  Renewed desire pulsed through her. She sat up against the pillow and parted her knees wider in invitation. She could see the flash of white teeth as he smiled in anticipation.

  She heard the rip of foil and watched him smooth the condom down the length of his cock. Her pussy fluttered at the remembered feel of him sinking deep inside her. After twelve years, she was going to have him inside her again.

  The thought terrified her as much as it thrilled her.

  Danny climbed on the bed and knelt between her legs. “Brace yourself baby,” he said with a cocky grin as he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. “You’re about to get the ride of your life.”

  “Promise?”

  Danny’s breath caught at her low, husky voice and her sultry smile. She let out a little gasp as he squeezed the tip of his cock inside. His own breath hitched and he squeezed his eyes at the slick heat. So tight. She’d come twice, was so wet the pale, smooth skin of her inner thighs was shiny with juice, but she was still so tight he could barely squeeze inside.

  Almost as tight as the first time he took her.

  No, don’t go there. That night had been a near religious experience. He’d felt empty, broken. Needy. And Caroline had come to him, given herself to him in complete love and trust, and for a moment at least, filled the black hole inside him that threatened to swallow him up.

  This is different. He took a deep breath and eased up, giving her a chance to get used to him. He hitched her knee over his elbow and folded it up against her chest, opening her wide so he could sink in another few inches. This was fucking, pure and simple. Tab A in slot B.

  She moaned, arched her hips and slid her hands down to cover his ass. “God, Danny you feel so good.”

  His hips flexed under her hands; he sank all the way in, so deep his balls nestled up against the curve of her ass. So good. The fucking understatement of the year.

  It’s just a fuck, he reminded himself as he pulled out almost all the way before sinking back home in one smooth, gliding stroke.

  But this is Caroline. Caroline’s beautiful brown eyes narrowed into slits as she stared up at him. Caroline’s little pink tongue circling her plump red lips. Caroline’s sweet, soft tits bouncing with every jolting thrust he delivered. Arching her hips, taking everything he gave her, giving it right back.

  She was so beautiful, still so gorgeous it made his chest squeeze just to look at her. Something inside him seemed to tear, a weak spot in the scar tissue that held back everything he’d managed to shove back over the past twelve years. Now it was breaking through in a slow, steady leak.

  “Danny,” she called his name in a high, startled cry and started to buck frantically under him.

  Yes, this was what he wanted. Caroline, who had become so cool and reserved under her shell of sophistication, hot and wet, writhing out of control underneath him. To show her that no matter how she tried to keep him at a distance, he had the power to make her half insane with lust and need.

  He sped up his thrusts, reveling in the power he still had over her. Loving that he could still make her scream, make her beg. He hooked her other knee over his elbow, spreading her wide, pinning her like a butterfly to the mattress with the force of his thrusts. Caroline’s hands were frantic, sliding along the sweat slick skin of his back. The sharp prick of her nails urged him on, the pain sending currents of pleasure straight to his balls. His vision went red as he felt her stiffen and convulse around him, heard her wail her pleasure up to the ceiling as her pussy milked him in greedy pulses.

  He held himself still inside her, as deep as he could go, relishing every last tremor. He stared down at her face, watching her eyes focus as she came back to herself. She gave him a sleepy, satisfied smile that punched him right in the chest.

  Closer. He wanted to get closer. Breath to breath. Mouth to mouth. Every inch of him covering her until she was absorbed into his skin.

  A warning bell went off in the back of his head penetrating the fog of lust and need. No. He couldn’t give into the hold she still had on him.

  He rose up on his knees and closed his eyes, caught her hand and pressed it back down to the mattress when she would have curled it around his neck. But even with his eyes closed, her beautiful face, her expression of sexual satisfaction was burned on his brain. He forced his mind away from it, focusing instead on the base, carnal sensations of her pussy gloving his cock, so hot it threatened to burn him alive. So tight around him, pulling and squeezing him to his own oblivion.

  Just sex, he chanted to himself, even as every sinew went tight and he was swept up in one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had in his life. It started at the base of his spine, working up and out, tightening his balls almost painfully before he exploded with such force he was sure the condom would break. On and on, his body jerked convulsively, as what felt like every drop of moisture came spurting out the tip of his cock.

  He collapsed beside her, eyes closed, air sawing in and out of his lungs as he struggled to get oxygen back to his brain.

  Jesus. What a f
ucking disaster.

  He felt the mattress shift as she rolled toward him. Her slender hand rested tentatively on his chest and her soft kiss on his shoulder burned him like a brand.

  Without hesitation he brushed her hand from his chest and rolled off the bed.

  Caroline stared at his retreating back and watched him disappear into the bathroom, feeling like she’d been kicked in the gut.

  She didn’t know what she’d expected. She was a grown up, after all, and a realist. Not to mention she’d gone too many rounds with Danny in her life to expect that he’d go all ooey gooey after sex. She didn’t really expect him to curl his big body around her as he had in the past, snuggle her back to his front while they spoke in whispers about everything from what movie they should go see that weekend to what kind of house they would live in after they were married.

  But she also didn’t expect him to literally brush her off like an annoying fly and hightail it from the bed like the mattress was on fire.

  And she didn’t expect that such callous behavior would hurt so much.

  The bathroom door clicked open and she sat up, clutching the sheet to her chin. Danny emerged into the dimly lit room. Asshole or not, he was still the most gorgeous male animal Caroline had ever had the pleasure to see or to touch.

  Even now her fingers itched to trace the ridges in his abdomen, to follow the trail of coarse hair that led to…she jerked her eyes guiltily to his face to see if she’d been caught staring.

  He wasn’t even looking at her, and didn’t spare her a glance as he pulled on his pants, socks, and shirt. He pulled on his boots and turned to her, finally deigning to acknowledge she was in the room. “I’m going to see if I can find us something to eat and make a few phone calls.”

  He didn’t bother to wait for a reply before he left. Icy wind blustered through the room as the door shut behind him. But the shudder that coursed through Caroline’s veins had nothing to do with the temperature outside.

  Idiot. She was such an idiot to ever let that happen.