Hot & Humid

by Tatum Throne

  Both hands went down her legs. She sensed him moving, hunching down before her. He lifted her right leg and propped it on his shoulder. He scrubbed the soap up and down before setting her foot onto the tile. He placed her other leg on his shoulder and did the same washing routine. He set her leg down and slid his soapy hands up her belly. She shivered at the erotic way his fingers caressed her belly button. He slid higher to cup both breasts with his hands. She moaned as his fingers strummed her nipples until her pussy was weeping with unleashed desire. She bit her lip to keep from calling out his name. She grabbed a hold of his wrists, trying to stop him but it was no use. His fingers tweaked, rolled and pinched her flesh until her clit was singing in frustration.

  “Don’t…stop.”

  “Are you telling me to stop?”

  “Please…don’t stop.”

  He loomed in close with his right hand moving down her belly toward her skin-tight, wet panties. His lips were close to her face. Both were breathing wrongly. She had to put a stop to this before it went too far but she couldn’t. Her body was screaming for release. His fingers teased the edge of the lace up from her skin.

  “Go ahead and stop me.”

  Both knew she was no match for his sexual prowess. He could force any woman and he’d have them begging for it in the end. Brine felt conflicted over what her body wanted and over what was safe for her well-being.

  “You want me, Brine, and I want to fuck instead of fight for a while.”

  “I don’t want you.”

  He chuckled because he knew otherwise. She groaned as he lips forced his way onto hers. His tongue flicked past her lips, and she opened willingly to the invasion. Their tongues wrestled for dominance while his body pinned her with his throbbing cock to the tile. The countdown had begun in her mind. She knew she was losing this match. His hand skimmed below her panties and teased over her vulva, diving inside to feel the honey flowing out of her pussy.

  “Liar.”

  He palmed her breast and rolled her nipple with the tip of his thumb. Brine’s pussy clenched and her clit vibrated from the humming of her nipple. Her knees weakened and she tried to push away.

  She arched, bucking his hand out from inside her pussy. His big hand came around to squeeze and pinch her ass tight. Thane slapped his cock against her belly, coming in close. When she leaned just so, she could feel the engorged head brush the bottom of her breasts. The erotic play made her pussy clench more. Her clit tingled from the silk sliding and rubbing across the top.

  Thane’s thumb hooked under the lace on her hip and slid across the crack of her ass to snag the other side. The silk bunched between her ass. Thane yanked it back hard, pulling the front of her panties down to roll over her clit. She shuddered and dug her nails into his broad shoulders until she drew blood. He growled deep within his throat.

  “You like it rough, don’t you?”

  She did when he played her like that. He twisted her panties around, making them a string that went from front to back. The fabric was a bow and her body the violin. He tuned her in slow, beautiful strokes that had her clit and pussy snapping together in perfect time. Frustration had her reaching between them to grab his cock.

  She squeezed. “I don’t know if we should do this.”

  He backed her against the cold tile, bracing his free palm against the tile. “You want this. I want this.”

  “Thane...”

  “I won’t hurt you. Trust me.”

  Her flingers slipped over the head of his cock, making a diamond of moisture surface. Brine knew the only way to stop him would be to get him off quick and hard. She stroked down, and he pulled her panties tighter. His thigh pushed between her legs, making her pussy lips open wide. He teased her ear with his lips and tongue, whispering dirty words of seduction that made her want to have sex with him. The truth was, she did want to have sex with him.

  “You’re so hot. You want my throbbing cock to take you hard and fast.”

  She moaned as his mouth found the pulse in her neck to tease with his teeth and tongue. He licked his way down her shoulder, across her breast, and to her hard, achy nipple.

  “Just one kiss…”

  “Too late, Brine.”

  His tongue was a shock of heat on the engorged flesh. He sucked eagerly, making her pussy flutter and her body swoon. Heat scorched through her belly to her clitoris. It was as though he were sucking and lapping her clit. His leg rubbed her clit into submission.

  This was going too fast. She was losing control. She tried to buck him off but he held her tighter. He was so much stronger. His hand in her panties was like a tether she couldn’t escape from. Each stroke was erotic torture over her flesh. The first signs of her orgasm were rising through her pussy with little inner quakes.

  “We should stop before we do something we’ll regret.”

  His free hand slid around to grab her ass. “I promise you won’t have any regrets. We’re going to work out our differences the biblical way.”

  “Oh, god.”

  He was breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead to hers. Water crashed down on top of their heads. He groaned her name as he kissed her hard. He moved one hand to the front of her bunched panties. He now had them grasped front and back. He yanked and pulled, front to back, making her hips work and hump the silken material. It didn’t take long before her clit exploded into a tight orgasm that fluttered down to her pussy. She was calling out her pleasure as she wet hard into the fabric.

  Thane grinned and kissed her swollen lips. “I knew you wanted it.”

  She felt frustrated and sexed all at the same time. His engorged flesh was a reminder that they hadn’t finished what he started. She felt his hands right her panties. Bothered by how he’d gotten her there so fast, Brine put back up the wall he managed to tear down.

  “I have to go,” she said.

  “You’re running away from me again.”

  She tried to pull away but he stopped her by pushing her front up against the tile. “You don’t want me. I’m damaged goods.”

  “That’s bullshit.” He put his front flush to her skin. “Less talking. More fucking.”

  She tried to stop Thane from edging her panties down her legs but he had them around one ankle before she could resist. He spread her legs wide by pulling her ass up and into the air. She gave her ass a teasing little shake that made him smile. He spanked her once on her bottom then again on the other cheek. Vibrations shot through her pussy, making her want for things she shouldn’t have. Brine pushed off the wall to regain her balance only to feel the tip of Thane center on her pussy. He was bigger and wider than any man she’d ever been with, not that there were that many to compare to. She held perfectly still as he pushed his wide cock into her canal.

  Ever so slowly he entered her until he was fully inside her pussy.

  “Move,” he growled.

  “Make me.”

  He spanked her again and she let the erotic sensations course through her body. She liked it when he spanked her. He flexed his sex and the temptation to rock him in and out was an overwhelming beat she couldn’t ignore. Her pussy muscles began to rhythmically milk the cock that was splitting her wide. He murmured sweet, seductive encouragements that her body began to obey. Brine flexed Thane’s cock in and out of her pussy, taking control of their building pleasure.

  He pressed his face in close to nip at the back of her neck. He reached around with his hands and squeezed her nipples into aching points. His big hands slid down her sides, one reached between her legs to find her clit. His other hand kept the timing of their rhythm by gripping her hip.

  Brine could sense his building release and found her body craving it. She wanted to feel this controlled, athletic man go weak with his orgasm. She bucked him hard and he rode her wild. Her building orgasm was a shout she couldn’t ignore. Her wet pussy vibrated as she came all over Thane’s huge cock. He rode her until the last few contractions.

  Suddenly he pulled out and spun her around to fa
ce him. He kept one hand gripped tight on his sex. She reached for him, taking his big cock into her hands. She stroked him with her hands and breasts. She felt his balls tighten and his cock kick out hard. Her eyes went wide as he came in thick, white vines all over her breasts and belly. The feel of his cum on her body made her shuddering pussy erupt with an orgasm again.

  He held her close for several long beats. She felt his kisses on her temple and found her eyes fluttering closed.

  Thane was gentle as he washed both of them up under the cooling water. He shut the water off and handed her a towel. He traded her the towel for a robe. She slipped the oversized robe on, and it dragged around her ankles.

  He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed into his bedroom. Brine followed him out. He stood next to the bed with an air of expectation and quiet longing. He dropped the towel and got under the sheets. Brine dropped the robe and followed him under. He curled her body close to his and sighed.

  “I’m glad you’re staying,” he said.

  “Me, too.”

  Chapter Seven

  Within a few minutes, Thane was asleep. Brine pressed her hand to his chest, feeling the steady, strong beat of his heart.

  Sleeping with Thane was a mistake. They weren’t friends or lovers. This was a fuck of dominance. He’d successfully proven that he could get to her in every way possible and tear her down. A small part of Brine hoped that she was wrong, but the truth of the matter was that she didn’t know Thane well enough to know what his intentions were. This was nothing more than a fly-by-night fuck.

  Brine eased out from Thane’s arms. She slipped the handcuffs from the floor and hid them inside the robe pocket. Thane was a sound sleeper. She went to his walk-in closet and pulled a pair of drawstring, gray sweats and a T-shirt from a drawer. She crept to the bathroom and shut herself inside. She dropped the clothes on the counter and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a hot mess.

  Her scars were pink, jagged blotches around her chest with more cutting around her side. There was a faint patch of scars in her neck where an IV had been placed at one point in time. Brine traced the scars on her chest with her fingers. She thought of her twin brother she lost in the fire.

  Josh had loved impulsive moves with giant waves rippling back. She smiled. He would’ve approved of the ones she’d made lately. He probably would’ve approved of her sleeping with Thane, too.

  Her body ached with longing as she thought about having sex with Thane. It wouldn’t happen ever again. Her nipples brushed provocatively against the abrasive texture of his robe. Moisture wet her pussy lips. Brine reached between her legs and rubbed her fingers around her clit, trying to ease the tension. She thrummed it faster but it only frustrated her more. She wanted Thane touching her.

  She had no choice but to take a cold shower.

  She turned on the water, dropped the robe on the hook on the wall. Soft, hot water worked through the tangles in her hair. Thin streams of soap washed away his scent from her skin. Brine found the shampoo and washed her hair twice. She rinsed quickly and reluctantly stepped from the hot water.

  She toweled off and knotted up her long hair in frustration, tucking the mass into a knot at the back of her head. She pushed her nose into Thane’s robe and inhaled deeply. He smelled so good. She tied it tight. She jumped when she heard the knock on the door.

  “You okay?”

  “I’ll be right out.”

  She couldn’t face him. Regret was truly eating away at her. She totally messed this up. How could she fuck him like some common whore? She was better than that. She even managed to ruin his evening by being in the same room with him. Another knock sounded at the door.

  “Brine?”

  He opened the door. Thane had only jeans on. The dark denims rode low on his hips. He was pure erotic danger. Any woman would want what he had to offer willingly.

  Brine couldn’t get past how they were like two atoms that exploded apart every time they hit.

  “You doing okay?” he asked.

  She smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, I should go. I’ve already ruined enough of your night.”

  “My night’s not ruined.”

  Thane didn’t move from the doorway. Actually, from the looks of things, he got more comfortable by leaning one of his shapely, broad shoulders onto the frame. He didn’t say anything. Nor did he move out of her way. She put a hand on her hip, feeling exposed in his oversized robe. Thane studied her intently.

  “I should go.”

  “Stay.”

  Brine was desperate to get out of there. His body was a seduction she couldn’t indulge again. The handcuffs clinked as she bumped against the counter.

  “What was that?” he asked.

  “What?”

  Thane crossed the tile in three quick strides. His hand dove into the robe pocket. His eyes widened when he pulled out the handcuffs. The jostling of the pocket made the shoulder slip on the robe.

  “Brine?”

  “Uh…” She took back the cuffs he held between them. “They are mine.”

  “What were you planning on doing with them?”

  She lifted a shoulder and let it drop. “I hadn’t planned on anything. I just thought I’d take them back.”

  “It might be fun.”

  He came in close, using his size to back her against the counter. He cupped her face with his palms. Brine brought her hand to his wrist. He tilted her chin up, kissing her passionately. Brine’s body was shocked into submission. She gasped and his tongue swept inside. She couldn’t do this. She knew if she had sex with Thane again it would ruin her. It could break her heart and she wouldn’t do anything in life to hurt her second chance fate gave her.

  Men like Thane didn’t stick for the long haul. Not when the going got complicated.

  Brine snapped the cuff around his right wrist and went to hook the other side to the towel rack. Thane startled as his arm was pulled away from her face, causing her to miss the hook. He growled her name.

  “Why are you fighting this?”

  She pushed away from him but didn’t make it far into the bedroom. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about the sex they were now having. She couldn’t do this now. She had to get out of there. She ran out of the bathroom, liking the chase. He pursued, hot on her heels. Thane slipped on the edge of her robe, taking them both to the floor. They tangled, with Thane fighting for dominance and Brine pretending to struggle to get away.

  She twisted around and her hair unwound from the knot. With her hair in her face, she couldn’t see. She wiggled out of the robe, trying to get away, but she didn’t make it far. She screamed in surprise as he tugged her ankle toward him. He cuffed the other side of the handcuff to her ankle. She jerked away, and his cuffed hand came along.

  “We’re locked together. Where you gonna go?”

  They were both breathing wrongly. “Oh, for the love…uncuff me!”

  “Okay, where’s the key?” he asked.

  Brine groaned and ran a hand through her hair. “I don’t know where it is. Don’t you have it?”

  “Not on me.”

  “Can you pick the lock?”

  He looked at her as though she was crazy. There was no way he was going to pick the lock and let her go. He had her right where he wanted her to be. This was not going to end well for her, she was sure of that. He smiled, and she liked the lazy look in his eye.

  “Hold on here. Let’s step back and think a minute,” he said.

  Brine pushed her back against the wall and reached for the robe to cover her scars. “Okay, think away.”

  He ran his thumb over the bottom of her foot and she squirmed away. “You’re cute when you’re being a smartass.”

  She grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  Thane pulled his hand to his pocket, bringing her foot to the inside of his thigh. “I thought I had the key in here. Guess not.” His hot hand held her ankle tightly. “I suppose we’re stuck this way for a while.”


  “I don’t think so. We can call a locksmith if you’re not up for picking the lock.”

  He laughed. “Not going to happen. I kind of like this.”

  In one swift move, he pulled her onto his lap. She sidesaddled him.

  “I know you want me. I know you want this. Why else would you have the handcuffs, babe?” he asked.

  Brine’s heart was hammering for all the right reasons, and it frightened her. She wanted to do this again. “No. I don’t. It was a mistake.”

  “I love it when you play hard to get. It turns me on something fierce.”

  It turned her on, too. “Thane!”

  Thane wrapped his hand behind her neck and forced her lips to meet him halfway. He groaned when her lips parted out of her own desire. Brine threaded the tips of her fingers through Thane’s chest hair. Brine’s pussy was primed wet with desire. Through the thick fabric of his jeans, Thane’s cock was rock hard as he thrust it up against her ass. He kissed his way down her neck and licked the sensitive curve of her ear.

  “We shouldn’t,” Brine moaned. “I can’t.”

  “Yes,” he countered. “You can.”

  “I can’t.”

  “I think you can.” His voice was a low, seductive growl. “I know you will. You want my cock again.”

  She moaned at the idea of having him again. She wanted him.

  Thane rolled her to the floor, his broad chest edging between her thighs. He was an erotic animal ready to have his way with her again. Brine gasped as her breasts pressed against the searing heat of his chest. Button-fly jeans were the only thing that separated them. He edged her leg up to give himself more movement with his hand.

  The only pain was the aching throb of her thatch. She bit her lower lip. She needed it again. She wanted the orgasm he was willing to give. She was desperate to be released from the intense sexual binds that held her captive. “Thane…”