by Cari Quinn
Dragging in a breath, she widened her legs as far as she could and gripped her thighs. When that wasn’t even enough, he moved forward on his knees and pushed them even farther apart, making her muscles tremble as she fought to maintain her grip under his commanding stare.
He drew a finger down the drenched panties guarding her core, murmuring his approval. “I’d save these, but I can’t be bothered. So you’ll be buying more.”
A twist of his fingers and the material gave way with a loud rip. He tossed the shreds over his shoulder and wasted no time in lining his cock up with her slit. There was no circling to make sure she was prepared. No need. She was so ready her thighs and ass were slick. So eager that she barely heard her own moans. Her hands shook where they grasped her splayed thighs.
Then he drew back and slammed inside her, so hard that a scream tore from her throat.
His groan vibrated with pure relief. As if he’d found something he’d been denied far too long.
He grabbed her legs and shoved them so high that her spine bent. In the punishing corset, her breasts swelled against the fabric. Not that he was looking at them. His attention was riveted to her face, on her eyes. On her mouth as it dropped open with cry after cry.
Inside her, he seemed absolutely huge. Splitting her open in a way she hadn’t felt in so long. Not like this. With that madness contorting his features, and his calloused hands dragging her legs into the position he demanded. His strokes were so wild that her body teetered on the verge of pleasure and pain, trapped between the two.
Then he changed the angle and rubbed her deep, right where she needed it. And her legs started to shake from a whole new reason.
“Don’t you fucking dare hold back on me.” He bit her lower lip so fiercely that she expected to taste blood. “You’re going to come on my dick.”
Eyes blind, she reared up against him, her teeth sinking into flesh. His mouth, his chin, his cheek—she didn’t know which. He swiveled his hips and reached down to swipe his thumb over her clit, one brutal pass.
And her body turned inside out.
She reached up to cup his face, yanking his lips to hers while he pounded into her, again and again. Extending her orgasm so that she sobbed even as she wordlessly begged for more.
“Not done.” The words were a chant as he found her clit again, using the heel of his hand on her when she should’ve been too sensitive. But every part of her was attuned to him, and the way he touched her only primed her for more.
She arched against him, her thighs burning as she drew them tighter to her chest. She pushed her feet against his shoulders, bearing down on his length. Squeezing it from inside while he drove his fist into the pillows bunched beside her head.
This time, she wasn’t going down alone.
Though she could barely breathe from the position she was in and her breast-strangling corset, she summoned the reserves to reach down between her legs. He slid his hand down until their fingers tangled, and together, they worked her swollen clit. Sliding together and apart as she sought that precipice once again.
Eyes fever-bright, he dropped his forehead to hers. “Need you so bad.”
“Yes. Yes.” With her free hand, she cupped his jaw and he sucked on the tip of her finger. His teeth grazing her flesh combined with their joined fingers moving on her clit were all it took.
And he watched every second of her undoing. Watched it and spurred it on with pulses of his shaft inside her, fanning the embers until she moaned and thrashed beneath him.
But he didn’t stop.
On and on, he fucked her. Relentlessly. As if he could wait all night to find his own release. Content to let her build again and witness her detonation.
She flexed her hips, tightening her walls around him as she slipped her fingers lower to brush over his searingly hot flesh as it split her open, again and again.
“Come inside me,” she whispered, and his pupils dilated.
He pulled back and drove home, burying himself so deeply that she couldn’t hold back another scream as he shook and exploded inside her.
Still panting, he turned his face into her hair. “Did I rupture a blood vessel or something?”
Though the question was far from funny, the fact that he sounded drunk definitely was. “Probably not.” Wincing, she lowered her legs from their entirely unnatural position and reached around to pat his very fine ass. “I think you might’ve ruptured something in me though.”
Testing it, he stroked into her again. They both moaned.
“Doesn’t feel like it. Fucking glorious.” He found her mouth and kissed her with every ounce of tenderness he hadn’t shown her during their lovemaking.
She grinned against his lips. So fucking incredible.
“Smiling?” He reached up to trace her mouth with fingers that smelled of her and she followed the impulse to lick one. He let out a low groan and tipped back his head. “Who needs recovery time?”
She smacked his ass. “You’ve had plenty stored up.” She’d meant it to be a joke, but he lifted his head and peered at her way too closely.
“I came inside you,” he said as if she wasn’t aware.
“Mmm-hmm.” She rocked her hips against his just to hear him groan again. Then she leaned up to whisper the kill shot against his ear. “I feel it dripping out of me right now.”
“Jesus.” He fisted a hand in her hair. “Who are you and what have you done with my prim and proper wife?”
“I wasn’t always so prim and proper with you. Or have you forgotten?”
“Never.” In the rainbow-lit darkness from the tree, his eyes glowed. “I remember every goddamn minute. And all the minutes since.”
He rolled off of her and yanked up his boxers and jeans, then walked to the light switch and flipped it on.
She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t think.
Moving up behind him, she closed her hand over his on the switch and sank her teeth into his shoulder. “We’re not finished.”
Against her, he tensed. “Says who?”
“Says me. I’m not nearly done with you yet.” She reached around him and stroked his still hard cock. His stamina wasn’t at the top of the list of things that she loved about him, but—
Oh hell, yes, it was. It ranked right up there, after the way he loved her and their girls.
And the look he got in his eyes when he lost himself in his music.
And how he seemed so tough and rude to the outside world, but inside, he was tough and rude and so incredibly sweet too.
So incredibly hers.
“I know we need to talk. I also know you want an explanation for tonight.” She pressed her forehead to the back of his neck. “But I need you. I need us. Just a little while longer, Nick.”
Though she knew it was cheating, she slid between him and the wall. Slowly, she rubbed his cock and ran her leg up the outside of his. “You know I come to every one of your shows. I’m your most devoted fan.”
“You weren’t there tonight.”
His bitter insistence at refusing to be anyone but himself nearly caused her to break character. But she stayed the course. “I saw the beginning. I sneaked in the back. ‘Born To Be My Baby’, for Tori. What song would you play for me?”
He gritted his teeth. “You were there. That setlist change was at the last minute.”
Unexpectedly, her eyes filmed and she forgot to remain in her role. “I never miss your concerts. Not for any reason.”
Dipping his head close to hers, he spoke against her mouth. “‘Stranglehold’. That’s what I would play for you. Because you’ve had me twisted up since the first day you sashayed your uptight little ass in front of me in those good girl business suits.”
Shocking her, he reached out and grasped her throat, holding her just tightly enough to give her a thrill as he turned her around and brought her against his chest. “I only fuck girls who beg me for it. Who get on their hands and knees and say the words with their pretty little mouths. Mouths I’ve already
fucked and used.”
She tried to swallow, but the pressure of his hand made it nearly impossible. “You want me to beg?” she managed.
The lines between roleplay and reality were blurring. She didn’t care. All she knew was that her nipples were tight little points against her corset and her pussy was throbbing. Again.
All for him. For this man and what he alone could do to her.
He lessened the pressure around her throat and dropped his hand to where her breasts were a deep breath from overflowing her corset. He squeezed one and she couldn’t hold back her moan.
“Go get on the bed.”
Chapter 5
Lila walked across the room, seemingly confident. Her outfit screamed it. Corset, garters, fishnets, stiletto heels. Long, sexy hair bouncing down her back. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and if he hadn’t known her the way he did, he might’ve fallen for her self-assured routine.
But he did know her. He wore her wedding band. Her name was in his head when he fell asleep, and when he awoke.
She was his everything. His Li. Not only was she his partner in life, she was the woman he pretended to listen to and obey when it came to his music.
Well, the listening to part was true. The obeying—eh, half and half at best.
She was the mother of his girls, the person he wanted to grow old with. The one who symbolized his forever and the most amazing part of his todays.
And he didn’t have the slightest idea what she was thinking.
Of course he was turned on. How could he not be? This whole scenario she’d created—her setting this up so they could have time alone and dressing like a freaking wet dream come true, not to mention her eagerness to not just sleep with him but fuck him the way they used to—worked for him on every level but one.
The one where all he really wanted was to hold her and have her explain some of the shit in her head. And hear her say that she wasn’t dissatisfied with her life.
Or him.
But that wasn’t the place she was at right now. She needed something else from him. But maybe he could get a little of what he needed too, beyond the obvious.
Her.
He stalked toward the bed, angling his head to study her. All that wild hair, and those big eyes riveted on his in the darkness. Her insanely curvy body—even more so since she’d had the girls—all on display. Long as hell legs, gorgeous hips, perfect tits swelling against her lacy top.
So strong, and so vulnerable too. That combination never failed to slay him.
Though even turning away from her was difficult, he bent to search around for the phone he’d thrown. He found it wedged between the nightstand and the wall, then plugged it into the charger at the base of the lamp. A few flicks of his thumb and tinny Christmas music soared out of the speakers.
“That’s your idea of mood music?” Humor filled the question, and his lips twitched as he maxed out the volume.
“This is a family hotel. Can’t have my screamer of a wife waking up all the neighbors.”
She started to argue, and he leaned forward to cover her lips with his finger. “You want me to pretend you’re someone else. Some meaningless chick I’ve never seen before, when I can’t even get hard for another woman.”
Her mouth trembled before she placed a kiss on the tip of his finger.
“If that’s what you want, I’ll play that way. I’ll tell you to get on your hands and knees and pull your hair and fuck you like I think you want to wear my bruises like tattoos.” Her breath caught. “But if you think that’s what I want, you’re so wrong.”
She rose up on her knees and slipped her hands under his shirt. Not digging her nails into his skin to arouse as she had before, but curling them against him to hold on. “What do you want?”
“You. Just you. I don’t need any of this.” He gestured at her attire. “You’re most gorgeous when you have no makeup on at all and you’re wearing one of my shirts.”
She ducked her head and he cupped her cheeks. “Someday I’ll make you believe me. I have the rest of my life to convince you.”
When she didn’t respond, he released her and stepped back. After so long of not touching her as freely as he wanted, removing his hands from her skin felt like a violation.
Actions proved more than words, always.
He kicked off his boots and socks before stripping out of his shirt, jeans, and boxers. Knowing she was watching him made him take longer than he normally did, but the hunger in her gaze had him moving forward and hauling her against him. He ran his hands down her back and cupped her ass, pulling her up until his cock brushed against her belly.
Even the lace between them was too much.
“I want you naked. Skin to skin.”
She let out a shaky breath. “I’m not sure I can get out of this thing. I think it’s permanently imprinted into my flesh.”
Laughing felt so good. It had been far too long since they’d laughed in bed. Laughter in other places had been in short supply too.
That was finished. He’d be damned if they walked out of that hotel room without figuring out how to get back on track.
Whatever it took.
“I’m good with laces.” He found hers and tugged and pulled, frowning as the stupid corset got tighter instead of looser. “What the hell?”
She started to laugh. “I told you. You have no idea how long it took me to get this thing on.”
“Next time, put on my T-shirt and some crotchless panties and we’ll be good to go.”
She sighed. “Margo told me I should go with crotchless panties.”
“What else did Margo tell you, since apparently you tell her all our bedroom business?”
“I don’t.”
“Liar.” She fidgeted as he managed to loosen a couple of the laces. But that caused her breasts to spill forward over the material, and his concentration shot into the toilet. “Since I’m looking at the most perfect pair of breasts in the universe, now would be a good time to tell me how you’re sharing with Simon’s woman that I’m not getting it done for you.”
“I didn’t say that. I didn’t,” she insisted when he didn’t meet her gaze. “I told her I wasn’t getting it done for you. That’s why I’m dressed like this. Look at my eyes.” She jabbed a finger at her temple. “This took me forty-five minutes and two redos.”
“Why?”
“Why? I don’t know. I guess I’m not good with beauty tutorials. I watched the stupid thing like five times, and I had it down until they got to the part where you line beneath the—”
“Not that,” he said impatiently. “Why the hell would you think I care what your makeup looks like? I fell in love with you thinking the only kind you wore was made from dragon tears.”
She let out a baffled laugh. “Of course I wear makeup. The natural look takes the longest to pull off.”
Since he’d finally figured out how to get the contraption off her, he finished undoing the laces and had to chuckle as she let out a giant breath of relief as the lacy thing fell away. “Thank God. I can breathe again.”
“You are a completely ridiculous woman.” He climbed on the bed and pulled her on top of him, then reached up to brush her hair away from her face. The angle allowed him to see a little of the whole eye thing she was talking about. “Yeah, okay, the makeup stuff. Hot.”
“See?” She poked him in the chest. “I did all of this for you.”
“And this,” he continued, sculpting her ass in his hands. “The lacy panties and the garter belt and the heels…”
“Yeah?”
“You’re sexy as fuck.” He drew her lower lip between his teeth. “Even if I ruined the effect of the panties, they’re still kind of helping to hold these up, so I can’t complain.” He ran a fingertip along one of her garters. “I wish I’d taken pictures before I destroyed them.”
She gave him a secretive smile. “I took pictures for Margo.”
“Okay, now I’m really starting to question your frien
dship with her. Kinky chicks, man.”
Her laughter flowed over him and made him harder than anything else had thus far. And that was saying a damn lot, because she turned him on in ways no woman ever had before.
Or ever could.
“I just wanted to show her I went through with it.”
“So she knows about this whole plan.”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. And she knows we haven’t been breaking tables recently like her and Simon?”
“I didn’t get too particular.”
“Sure you didn’t.” He tipped her head back and grazed her jaw with his teeth. “Woman, I’m going to fuck you so hard that they know we have no issues in that department.”
“Oh, well, that’s not necessary—”
He spread her thighs and dragged his fingers along her soaked slit. Remembering that she was wet from both of their releases ripped a groan from his throat. “It’s very necessary. It’s also past time you understand something.”
Her throat worked. “What’s that?” she asked, rocking forward into his hand.
“If you need something from me, you tell me. I don’t care if I’m in the studio or onstage or unconscious. You tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.” He drove his fingers into her pussy and relished the way her darkened lids slid closed. “Anytime. Every-fucking-where.”
Almost immediately, her eyes opened again. “I need this. You. Now.”
He cupped the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his, savoring the way she opened so readily for him. Licking his way between her lips was almost as good as sinking his fingers inside her, over and over, pushing her on until she dug her knees into his hips and kissed him with every ounce of the fervor building between them.
It didn’t matter that he’d just had her minutes ago. That he’d come hard enough to snap his damn spine. With her, he always found more.
No beginning. No end.
Not throwing her over onto her back and driving into her again took all his control. Instead, he focused on her sounds. Her uneven breaths, the wet sluice of her body around his fingers. The way she gripped his upper arms, hanging on so tightly as he circled her clit and massaged her inner walls. Knowing just how and where to touch to bring her right to the edge was another kind of magic, one a million times better than roleplaying an anonymous fuck.