by Lora Leigh
A smile shaped his lips, one he couldn’t control. She was all his, by God, and she was going to stay that way. He’d kill the son of a bitch who dared to touch her now.
Bracing a hand on the doorframe, he continued to stare at that tiny scarlet stain, his chest tightening with emotion, the knowledge that his days as a bachelor were well and truly over. He was going to marry her. No way was he going to give those redneck pricks panting after her a chance to think they could take her from him. She was his. His. The word echoed through his head as he shifted the erection beneath what had once been loose cutoffs, but were now filled with his demanding dick.
He raised his eyes to the ceiling, imagining her up there, glistening with tanning oil, stretched on the padded lounger, her silken hair fanning around her head as it had done the night before. Damn, just the thought of it was making him hot. At this rate, he was fucking going to have heatstroke.
He couldn’t take her again, he reminded himself, his head dropping as a groan left his throat. He had taken her too hard the night before, there was no way that sweet little pussy was going to grip him without hurting her.
But there were other ways. The thought had his dick screaming. Yes. Go for it. Yeah boy. He could love her with his lips and tongue, and then fill her soft mouth with his cock and feel her sucking his balls dry. God, that would be good, beneath the blazing sun, kneeling before that chair, pushing past her lips, fucking her mouth with soft, easy strokes as her lips and tongue blew his mind and his cock.
Then he could turn her to her back, spread her thighs and have her for lunch.
His fingers were sliding the metal snaps free as he turned and headed outside, gripping the ladder that led to the roof. He couldn’t wait. He had never been this horny for a woman in his life. Even the week he spent trying to fuck the image of Jessie out of his mind hadn’t been this intense. This hunger was eating him alive and making him shake with the need to take her.
He moved up the ladder, his bare feet soundless on the carpeted rungs as he made his way to the sun deck. And there she was, as naked as his lust, shimmering with the thick coat of tanning oil he had applied to her silken flesh earlier before forcing himself away from her.
She lay on the open-sided lounger, her head pillowed on her arms, breathing slow and deep as the rays of the sun painted a path of warmth along her naked back, buttocks and slender legs.
Her hair was pulled into a ponytail high on her head. That would have to go. He liked her hair long and loose, liked feeling its softness against his calloused palms as he held her to him.
His cutoffs dropped to the deck as he moved toward her. He felt only one thing. Lust. Knew only one desire, to fuck them both senseless once again. She was a drug in his system, and he knew it. One there was no cure from, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to attempt going cold turkey after having had her. No, Jessie was a pleasure he would never get enough of, and he intended to gorge himself on her taste and her touch, every chance he had.
Her head lifted, her brown eyes gleaming with knowledge. Her gaze lowered to his raging hard-on before lifting to his face as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
Slade didn’t say a word. He couldn’t speak past the baseball-sized lump that lust had left in his throat. He moved his hands to her hair, pulling the loose elastic band free and tangling his fingers in the thick mass as his dick nudged at her lips.
She licked over the head, but didn’t open for the thick crest pressing against them. She smiled instead, a slow, taunting curve of her lips that had him growling like an animal in rut.
The fingers of one hand tightened in her hair as his other hand lowered, cupping her jaw and exerting just enough pressure to force her mouth open. The head of his cock slid smoothly inside and his jaw tightened with pleasure. Hot, rich, electric need raced up his spine as she sucked him to her throat. Pulling back, her fiery little tongue flickered beneath the head, laving that ultrasensitive area before her mouth sank down again. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft, holding back, forcing himself not to press deeper. Slade began to thrust past her lips, holding her head still, twisting his hips, screwing inside her mouth with desperate thrusts as the moist suckling sent his senses reeling.
Her hands gripped his thighs as she held herself steady, working her mouth over his erection like he had taught her several times the night before, yet still the touch was inexperienced enough to cause his breath to catch at her continued innocence. But what she lacked in experience, she made up for in hunger. She sucked him like a favorite treat, humming in pleasure as he began to pant in lust, watching his cock fill her mouth, feeling her tongue tease and tempt until his balls drew up tight to the base of his erection and he felt a shiver of impending release rake up his spine.
“I’m going to come.” He stared into her eyes as he warned her of the explosion to come. “Hold me tight, baby, I’m going to fill that pretty mouth if you don’t stop, and if I do, you’ll swallow every fucking drop.” The thought of her taking him so intimately, his semen pulsing over her tongue, the intimate taste filling her mouth, was overwhelming.
She hummed in response, her eyes darkening as her mouth tightened on him.
“Do you like that, sweet thing?” He groaned. “Do you like knowing you have my nuts tied in knots at the thought of fucking your mouth until I shoot every drop of seed in them down your throat?”
Her face flushed further, but her eyes glowed with arousal. That was how he wanted her, so fucking hot she would rival the sun for her heat.
“That’s what you’re going to get.” He clenched his teeth, trying to hold back, trying to relish the sight of her sucking his rigid flesh just a few seconds longer.
His cock had other ideas. Before he could control the impulse, his balls jerked, fire raced up his spine and he was holding himself to her throat, his fingers tight in her hair. Her eyes widened, her throat working convulsively as he felt his semen rush from the tip of his cock.
“Fuck! Son of a bitch!” He threw his head back, shuddering as he filled her mouth, feeling her swallow, suck, lick, drawing every damned drop of cum from his throbbing cock until he was forced to pull back rather than begin again.
“Wait.” Her voice was rough as she tried to follow him, her eyes dazed with passion. Her swollen lips pouted at his retreat.
“Hell, I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned, pressing her to the lounger as he moved behind her. Urging her legs apart, he jerked the bottle of oil from the side of the reclining chair. “You said you heard about me?” he growled, his hand smoothing over the sweet curves of her ass. “You heard what I like?”
She shuddered, her hips twitching, lifting to him.
“Whatever you want,” she moaned, her voice husky, vibrating with arousal. “I told you that, Slade. Everything you want.”
He parted the curves of her rear, staring at the little pucker hidden within it, the soft pink flesh surrounding it. It was so tiny, a tight haven for his cock, a dark, heated portal to spend the hunger consuming him.
He jerked to his feet, ignoring her whimper as he lifted her, pulled the pad from the lounger and tossed it to the deck beneath his feet.
“Lie down, baby. On your stomach.” He pushed her to the cushioned pad, spreading her thighs, lifting her knees until her ass was raised before him, the entrance he sought peeking from between the gentle cheeks.
“It will hurt at first,” he warned her, knowing he couldn’t let the erotic pain surprise her. “You’ll have to relax, sweetheart. Press out to me. You can’t fight me, even for a minute.”
He lifted the bottle of oil, dribbling the heated slickness along the narrow cleft as his fingers caught it and began to work it against the flexing entrance. She was whimpering, exciting growls of female demand leaving her throat as he worked the finger into her, watching the hole part for him before pulling back, adding more oil, then joining that finger with the second.
She flinched, a startled cry leaving her lips as he pressed both digits in and
worked them in small screwing motions inside her. The hot cries spilling from her lips were filled with pleasure though, rather than denial. He pulled free, added more of the slick oil before beginning to work the third finger in with the first two.
She pressed back, opening for him as a startled cry left her lips and a tremor raced up her spine. But she took him, clenching around his fingers as he fucked them inside her slow and easy, scissoring them, stretching the snug muscles. His chest tightened and his breathing began to rasp from his throat.
He pulled free seconds later, coated his cock with the oil then pressed the head against the pink entrance.
“Breathe in, baby,” he crooned as he parted the cheeks wide and began to stretch the little hole. “Now out, breathe out and take me, Jessie. Give me your ass, baby.”
She gave. Screaming in pleasure, her pussy weeping against the fingers he placed over it to be certain it was pleasure rather than agony he was giving her. He watched his cock sink inside her, one slow, torturous inch at a time as every muscle in his body strained to hold back.
He was sweating furiously, blinking back the moisture dripping into his eyes as he watched the tiny entrance open wide for the length of steel-hard cock impaling it. Breathing hurt, because the pleasure was so fucking good. Because her cries were filled with shocked arousal and pleas for more and her pussy was drenched with the juices flowing from her.
He swore he would take her slow and easy. That he would ease her into this new experience, show her all the gentleness he could rake out of his soul. He was taking the final bit of virginity she possessed. His dick had now taken every portal possible and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind she belonged to him, body and soul. He could afford to go slow. To slide his cock in as he watched her clench around it. To ease back, watching the oil-slick flesh as it stretched her, penetrated her, until he could slide in. That lasted for all of a minute before his hips jerked and he watched in amazement as his body stole control from his mind and his cock slammed inside her.
She shuddered, a strangled scream leaving her throat.
“God, yes,” she cried, pushing back, impaling her ass harder on the spike-hard flesh invading it. “Harder, Slade. Oh God, yes, fuck me, fuck me harder.”
He was a man possessed. Out of control. One hand gripped her hip as the other speared two fingers deep inside her pussy as he moved over her. His cock began to thrust hard and fast inside her, his hips pumping into the soft cheeks of her ass as he reamed her with delicious abandon. There were no pleas to stop, to go easy.
“Yes,” her cries echoed around him. “Harder, Slade…” Her hips pumped harshly beneath him, pushing him harder up her ass as his fingers fucked her cunt. “Ah yes. It’s so thick. Oh God, Slade, you’re killing me… So hard… Harder…fuck my ass harder…harder…”
He growled, a demented sound of lust. He drove them both over the edge, feeling her pussy clench, convulse, erupt. The muscles of her ass clamped down on his cock, milking the seed from his balls and sending him careening into a bliss that had a strangled cry spilling from his own lips as he pumped his seed deep inside her hot little ass.
Jessie was in shock. She lay beneath Slade’s body, shuddering in the aftereffects of a blinding orgasm, feeling his cock twitching. It filled her rear, spurting stream after stream of semen inside her, heating her anus with each spurt as he shuddered above her.
She couldn’t believe… Pleasure and pain, in equal force, had torn through her as he impaled her ass, filling her until she was certain she couldn’t take more, and yet she had, taken more, begged for more, screamed for it.
Yes, she had heard of his fascination for this particular act, how he teased and cajoled and convinced the few lovers who had allowed it. They had claimed it was highly overrated. Jessie was certain they had to have lost their minds. She wanted more, well, not right now maybe, but definitely later.
“Sweet baby,” he crooned, and she trembled as his lips stroked her shoulder. He moved, pulling his still-hard cock free of the tight grip she had on it. “We’re going to kill each other at this rate.”
She whimpered. He popped free of her ass, feeling the heated slide of his semen as it followed his exit.
“Hmm, I’ll die happy then.” A tired smile curved her lips. She refused to move, small shudders still racing through her body. He smoothed a hand over her back, her buttocks, lingering to caress the heated curves gently as he collapsed beside her.
“You’re going to burn if you stay up here much longer.” He brushed her hair from her face as she opened her eyes, staring back at him drowsily.
He wasn’t handsome, not really. Not that she had eyes for anyone else, but his sharp, arrogant features could never be described as good-looking. High cheekbones, an aristocratic nose that held a slight crook where it had been broken during a fight. A small scar slashed across the edge of his stubborn chin, another cut through the fierce dark blond brow over his left eye.
He was tall, over six-foot, and made her feel so protected, so feminine when he covered her, that the sensation caused her chest to ache. His body was lean and muscled, hard from the years of demanding physical work he performed with the construction company he had started with his two best friends. His hands were wide and long-fingered, and brought the most incredible pleasure imaginable.
“You better stop looking at me like that.” A smile curved those hard, sexy lips. Not too full, but well formed and sexy as all get out.
“I can’t help it.” She was almost slurring her words she was so relaxed now. “You’re a sex god, Slade. I think I’ve died and hit paradise.”
He chuckled, the sound dark and never failing to cause her tummy to clench in response.
“Then you’re a goddess.” His hand lifted, smoothing the hair tossed over her cheek by a playful breeze, behind her ear. “Hell, if I’d had any idea what you had in store for me, I would have kidnapped you when you turned eighteen.”
“You should have.” She stretched as she turned to her back, her eyes closing against the rays of the sun, and tried to hide her regret from him. “I was willing.”
“You’re too young,” he sighed, his hand moving to her stomach, his fingers sending frissons of pleasure racing through her system as he stroked the skin there. “I should be horse-whipped for fucking you the way I have. You’re too tender…”
She sat up, turning to stare at him incredulously.
“You know, Slade, just because I’m not as experienced as the other women you’ve been screwing a path through, doesn’t mean I don’t know what sex is, or that I’m too damned stupid to understand the rumors of what you like. I wasn’t aware there was an age limit on arousal.”
He lifted a brow in surprise as his eyes roved her nakedness, darkening to a stormy gray.
“Hell, honey,” he finally sighed. “Sometimes I’m not comfortable with the things I’ve imagined doing with you. I feel like a damned pervert already.”
“Why?” She stared at him, confused. “I enjoyed it. I trust you not to hurt me, or to stop if there’s something I don’t like. Is there something more I’m unaware of that goes along with this?” She waved her hand to indicate their nakedness.
He propped his head on his hand as he watched her, the other reaching out to stroke idly down her arm.
“I want to tie you down to my bed, spank your ass till you orgasm from it, then shove a butt plug up it so that when I fuck that tiny little pussy of yours it will feel like you’re taking a baseball bat rather than my cock. And after I’ve finished shooting every drop of cum torturing my balls inside you, I want to spank you again just for the sheer pleasure of watching that pretty little ass blush and that bare pussy spill its juices.”
She blinked in shock, her ass clenching, her pussy fluttering in interest.
“Hell, Jessie, you’re supposed to run screaming, not stare at me as though I just offered you diamonds.” He groaned as he collapsed back on the deck, one powerful forearm covering his eyes. “Hell, I think you’re braver t
han I am.”
She couldn’t speak. All she could think about was the image he left in her mind and the decadent arousal consuming her.
“I’m young, not a moron,” she snapped, fighting to control the impulse to suggest that they do that now. Right now. She didn’t want to wait, no matter how sore her body was. “What, is there some law that says I can’t be interested?”
She had been a virgin, not a social misfit. She knew well what sex was, as well as the different variations on it. She had cousins. They liked to talk. And they didn’t mind sharing the details with their younger kin. They believed preparation was everything.
“There should be,” he grunted, lifting his arm to give her a dark, sexy look. “The things I want to do to you are probably illegal in every state of the union.”
She rolled her eyes, staring back at him in challenge. “Well, I wouldn’t want to break the law. I guess I’ll just have to start saying no instead. I’m sure I can manage. Ask Billy and Deke, I tell them no all the time.”
A frown instantly marred his brow as he rose, staring at her possessively. That look had her heart screaming in joy.
“Those two little bastards,” he snarled. “They’ll piss me off one time too many and I’ll jerk their dicks off.”
“Why?” She blinked at him in false innocence. “I’m too young for you, remember?”
He smiled, a hard curve of his lips that had nothing to do with amusement. “Baby, don’t tempt the beast. I’ll rip those little pricks end from end then I’ll tie you to my bed and fuck you until you’re too damned exhausted to blink, let alone torment me further.”
She leaned forward, bracing her hands against his shoulders, her lips barely a breath from his.
“As long as I’m yours,” she whispered, staring into his eyes as her own narrowed warningly. “No more Amys, Melissas or whoever else you’ve fucked over the past years, Slade. I don’t share.”