Believe

by Natalie Gayle

Oh God! He had the most perfect touch. His palms massaged and his fingers teased. Firm, but teasing all at the same time. What a combination! My hips bucked against him again as I felt the pull increase in my core the more he massaged and played.

  He gave my nipples a sharp little tweak and I let out a gasp that turned into a long groan at the pure pleasure of it. I felt my need growing, the finish line fast approached already.

  “You going to sit up there and ride my cock over the line while I play with your tits or you want something different? I was thinking you might want to lose a few more clothes, get a little more skin on skin and I could li…” It was the combination of the words, the roughness in his voice, the feel of his hard ridge pressing up into me and the touch of his hands all combined to catch me off guard.

  The bliss swamped me and I was gone.

  Washed away.

  Swept up in feelings so divine and sweet I didn’t want them to ever end.

  Finally, my hips slowed and I looked down only to realise that at some stage I’d grabbed hold of both of Dane’s wrists and was gripping them tight.

  “Well, that was something to see.” He was sporting a well pleased smirk and finished his sentence with a chuckle that could only be described as smug.

  “Damn! I made that easy on you, didn’t I?”

  His hips were rolling against me again in laughter and every movement bumped my very sensitive clit as he chuckled a bit more.

  “And no man ever, has complained about getting a woman off easily.”

  He tweaked my nipples again playfully and I just about catapulted off him. I was super sensitised everywhere.

  “That was so easy, it was embarrassing!” I covered my face with my hand and giggled.

  “Bit of a dry spell?”

  “Barren would better describe it.”

  “In that case I’m really glad you decided to break the drought with me.” Neither of us said anything for a few moments as Dane trailed his hands down my thighs and grinned up at me. “Not bad really, when I think about it. I haven’t even had my hands, my mouth or technically even my dick on or in your pussy and already I’ve got you off. This is going to work just fine, baby.”

  “I don’t ever recall you being this full of yourself!”

  “You haven’t been to bed with me before! Hell, I’d given up hope.” There was laughter in his eyes. It was a look I really liked a lot.

  “Well, technically we haven’t been to bed yet,” I returned with a giggle.

  “Semantics, but you’re not having my dick tonight.”

  What did he just say? That sat me up straighter. “What do you mean?”

  “We’ll play some more and then we’ll get some sleep. If you’re still feeling like this tomorrow, you can have it then.” The tone of his voice had changed. It was decisive and firm.

  “What you don’t think this is me? You think I’ll regret it in the morning?” Was it possible to feel smothered in care and pissed off at the same time? Because that’s how I felt.

  “I don’t know. But I’m not going to have to worry about it, because it’s not going to happen. This way I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.”

  “What if I regret not getting it tonight?”

  The next second I was moving. It was more than moving. My back was to the mattress and Dane was over me. His hips wedged in between my legs and his eyes locked to mine. It happened so fast! I didn’t see it coming or expect it.

  “I’ll make that up to you as well. Now stop arguing. I want to see if the first time was a fluke.” His hands were at the waist band of my track pants. “I also want to see what you’ve got hidden under here.”

  “Aren’t you going to strip first?” I slowed him down with my words and he lifted his head from his intended mission. “At least let me see what I’ve got to look forward to even, if I can’t have it.”

  He studied me for a moment as if trying to decide. “Sure, I’m not shy.” Dane pushed back off me to his feet and stood at the end of the bed.

  His hands went to the button on the top of his distressed looking jeans and flipped it through the closure. Then he slowly drew his hand down pulling the tab of the zipper with it. All the while his eyes never lost their contact with mine.

  I was fighting their hold while still trying to glance lower and take in the full show he was giving me.

  Then he grinned and winked at me playfully. “You can look, Miss. In fact, I insist.”

  Cheeky bugger! He knew exactly what he was doing. I loved this light-hearted dominant side he was showing. It was so hot and I was itching for him to touch me some more—everywhere.

  My eyes left his and I focused on his hands sliding to the sides and pushing the heavy fabric downwards. He stopped just as the waistband skirted down over his hips. The chiselled V of his abdominals stopped at the waistband of his underwear and I was impatient to see more.

  Far too slowly he changed tack and toed off the Vans he wore, before removing his socks as well. Now it was just those jeans and the soft grey fabric of those boxer briefs keeping me from seeing everything that I wanted.

  His hands returned to the waistband of his jeans and paused.

  There was mischief in his hazel eyes as he checked to see he had my full attention.

  “Ready?”

  I burst out laughing. “Forget cocky or full of yourself! I’m beginning to think conceited is more accurate. I hope you’ve got the goods to back up the anticipation you’re creating.” I couldn’t keep the smile from my voice and I knew my cheeks were round from smiling.

  “I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.” There was that cheeky eyebrow raise again.

  Before I had a chance to say something to cut him back down to size he looped his thumbs into the fabric of both the jeans and the briefs. Down they went and my breath sucked in raggedly right along with it.

  Oh hell! He hadn’t been joking or conceited at all.

  The man had been taunting me with the absolute truth.

  It wasn’t enough just to look. I couldn’t have all that incredible masculinity within reach and not want to touch it—wrap my hands around it, lick it, suck it, rub myself all over him.

  Who was this woman living in me and where had she come from? I’d enjoyed sex before, at least, initially. This was different.

  He moved closer and crawled up onto the bed. It was like being stalked but in the best possible way.

  “Cat got your tongue Miss?”

  “Not quite,” I admitted.

  He chuckled. “See something you like?”

  “Stop teasing me.” He loomed over me, but I felt no fear. This was Dane. He was playful, kind and I knew he’d never hurt me.

  It was in his eyes. When he looked at me, his eyes were always soft and caring, playful or intense, but never mean or cold.

  Right now, he was assessing me with a smouldering intensity, edged liberally with frivolity. It was exactly what I needed after what I’d been through tonight. The light-heartedness soothed my first time together nerves, and also acted as a balm for the ugliness of before.

  There was an intensity to our connection. It was also comfortable and right, maybe because we’d spent a little while getting here.

  I reached out with my hand to grip his erection that was tantalising close and he pulled his hips away in torment, before once again thrusting forward.

  This time into my hand. I caught him smoothly and closed my fingers around his long length and gave him a firm squeeze.

  “Oh yeah…that’s just perfect.” His eyes grew even hotter and the growl was back in his voice. “As soon as you ground your hips hard into mine and held my hands to your tits, I knew we were going to work. I like it wild and a little dirty, Ari.” I managed to groan my agreement as his head dropped down to the side of my throat and his tongue lashed out with a lick.

  Before I could form a sentence, his lips nibbled and his teeth gently nipped. That was the physical, but it was his words that had me more heated. “I don’t mind a
few laughs. Fuck, what am I saying? I’m up for anything as long as you’re with me and it works for you too—yeah?”

  Now the heat and passion I was feeling was mixed with excitement at the unknown. The combination of his mouth at my throat and his dick in my hand was driving me higher again. He pulled back and my hand slipped from him.

  “Enough. I’ve more exploring to do.”

  His tongue trailed down my jaw and onto my clavicle bone. He tickled back and forth, planting the odd kiss before he skipped lower between my breasts. The sensation had every single nerve in my body waiting to be tormented or soothed some more.

  “I love the taste of your skin, Ari.” His breath was hot on my skin and he nipped lightly then started a beeline for my nipple. The anticipation was all but killing me. I wanted to feel his lips on my nipple.

  “Does skin have a taste?”

  “Yours does, and it tastes like my favourite everything.”

  He drew my nipple deep into his mouth and I sucked in a harsh breath. Oh. My. God!

  My arms wrapped around his hard ribs and my fingers dug into the solid muscles of his back. I needed something to anchor to—something to balance the depth of pleasure his mouth was sparking through my body.

  “Hhmmmm,” ripped from my throat, “that feels so good…”

  He released the pressure a little and slowly licked at my nipple, which was hard and aching in his mouth.

  My hips bucked marginally before the heavy weight of his body halted their upward progress.

  His lips softened to a caress before he moved lower and sat back on his knees.

  Once again his eyes met mine. “It’s time to lose the tracky dacks, Ari.” I was dressed so enticingly for our first time together—not.

  Without giving me time to comment yes or no, his hands slipped into the waistband and he moved backwards taking both the tracksuit pants and my lacy panties with them.

  And right then I felt like the most desirable woman in the world. His eyes heated with renewed fire and his tongue flicked out over his full lower lip in what looked like anticipation at my taste.

  I was fast learning Dane Roberts was one sensuous man and he had no qualms about showing that side of himself in the bedroom to his lover. It was so raw and honest.

  The time for jokes had passed.

  It was about unimaginable pleasure and I knew by the look on his face I was about to receive a full onslaught.

  He lowered himself beside me and pulled my body tight to his. I loved the feeling of his warm hard body pressed up against mine. Nothing beat skin to skin contact.

  Dane cupped my jaw and fused his mouth to mine. His tongue invaded my mouth and he took total control—stroking, exploring. The hand at my jaw caressed down between my breasts and finally stopped to cup my sex.

  “Mmm, you’re so hot you’re almost burning my hand,” he said between little pecks and nibbles at my lips. My hips slammed upwards into his hand as his fingers began to explore their new playground.

  “Oh, Dane,” I cried as he stroked up and down either side of my clit, teasing, promising but not yet delivering on what I needed.

  “Not yet.”

  Then he pulled his hand away and made a show of licking my slickness from his fingers. His eyes closed and he looked as if he was savouring the most delicious delight ever as he made a low grumbly sound.

  Maybe I should have felt embarrassed or uncertain. I don’t know. I felt neither. Only hotter. I wanted his mouth where his fingers had been.

  His hand returned to my pussy, but this time his fingers were bolder and he circled my wet centre once then twice before he slipped a long finger inside me.

  My hips rolled in time to the stroking he gave me and every muscle in my body was beginning to grow taut. He slowed his stroking and a little of the tension died away.

  “You were almost there again,” he said with certainty.

  “Please…” I whimpered in response.

  “Soon…but not quite yet.” It was a promise, but I didn’t want to wait. The pleasure he was bringing me felt too good. For so long I’d waited. I wanted more now—I hadn’t realised how much.

  I bucked against him in annoyance at having to wait.

  “So you’re an impatient thing when it comes to pleasure,” he chuckled, completely in charge and with a devious gleam in his eyes.

  “Please Dane…” His lips found mine and silenced any further immediate complaints. His hand moved from my pussy and urged my thighs further apart.

  He nipped and sucked at my mouth a little more before pressing his lips to mine as if ending a scene and moving onto the next.

  “Scoot up the bed a little more, Ari. You’re going to come baby but it’s going to be on my tongue this time.” His words rattled around in my brain through the passion filled fog before I finally made sense of his request. My inner core clenched and contracted with just the suggestion of his voice.

  I did as he asked and he rolled on top of me before slipping lower to stretch my thighs even further apart with the bulk of his shoulders. My eyelids fluttered closed at the first touch of his tongue to my needy clit. Then he traced his tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top.

  “You taste even better direct from the source.”

  His words were lost on me. All I could focus on was the anticipation of where that instrument of exquisite pleasure was going to touch again.

  He teased a few moments longer, then slid two fingers inside me and stretched them tight against my channel.

  The tension had returned in a rush and every fibre of my being was begging for release from the anticipation he’d created.

  My hands moved from gripping the quilt to his head. His mouth closed over my clit and sucked sharply.

  “Ahhh….” I panted, and slammed my hips hard against his face.

  As I bucked and squirmed beneath him, the hard bulk of his shoulders kept me locked tight to riding the passion and pleasure that his mouth insisted I endure.

  “Please…” I pushed at his head. “Enough!”

  Slowly he raised his head, his skin glistening with my arousal.

  “Good?”

  I threw my head back hard into the pillow. Good wasn’t even in the same ballpark.

  Chapter 15

  Dane

  There was no way I was getting a solid night’s sleep. That was impossible with the front door less than secure. This wasn’t a terrible neighbourhood, but it was far from crime free. Besides, I was still horny as fuck for the woman lying in my arms sound asleep.

  Last night, Arianne had been through the wringer. I wasn’t about to wake her like a randy teenager, regardless how much my dick was screaming at me that it was an excellent idea.

  Three times she came hard for me before exhaustion finally took her. It was all emotional exhaustion more than anything. The let down from the adrenalin with Marcel and then the high of actually starting something between us, finally caught up with her.

  I’d purposely kept it light and a bit crazy last night. She needed a few laughs and not to get too hung up on shit or spend too much time analysing everything to death, something which I was fast learning, she was prone to do.

  For as long as I live, I’ll never forget the scene in this very bedroom. The guy had to be seriously fucked in the head. There was a big part of me that regretted I hadn’t torn him apart. He didn’t deserve to have a woman like Arianne or a son like Isaac.

  I’d never understand the blending of the hate, cruelty and pleasure that I saw on Marcel’s face. It was just so foreign to me. I know what it feels like to win a fight, but this was different. This was getting some sort of sick high from hurting her.

  No question about it in my mind—he’s a seriously sadistic and unbalanced fuck and the sooner he’s locked up or heads back down south then the better for all of us.

  Ari, sighed in her sleep and snuggled in a little tighter. Her head rested on my left bicep and I’d lost the feeling in my hand a while ago. I tried fisting my hand a
few times but I didn’t want to risk waking her because if I fisted my hand then her pillow (my bicep) started to expand and contract under her head.

  I’d caught a few power naps and that would have to do for the night. It wasn’t the end of the world. Training would suck, but it was probably going to suck anyway. Reed and Xander hadn’t been lying. We were training harder than I’d ever trained before. That was okay and I expected it. I guess the reality of actually doing it and being part of a professional prep was another thing. Very quickly, I was learning what Xander had been warning me about. The workload was insane.

  She wriggled again and I was beginning to be able to see her face clearer in the pale early morning light. Her face was relaxed and at peace. The blanket slipped a little lower as she moved again and I pulled it back up to ward off the early morning chill, but not before I debated whether to leave it. If I’d left it I would have been able to see the light hit her bare chest and that was a sight definitely worth seeing

  In the end, it didn’t matter, because at that moment she chose to roll over and bury her face into my chest, her hands trapped between us. The move had the blood rushing back into my hand at full force. I opened and closed my fist as the pins and needles burned through my palm and fingers.

  A heavy lock of hair fell across her forehead and obscured my view of her face. Carefully, I brushed it away, as I did her eyelids slowly rose and I watched her eyes come into focus on mine.

  She snuggled into me a little tighter and the corner of her mouth pulled up in a smile. “What time is it?” Her voice was rough with sleep and I swore I’d never heard anything sexier.

  “I’d guess around six by the light.” Time wasn’t that important just yet. I had to be at the dojo at ten, there was heaps of time between now and then. I was going to enjoy every moment of it.

  Her chin bobbed in a slight nod and once again she wriggled closer, seeking my body.

  “You cold?”

  “Not really—snuggly would better describe it.”

  “You want to go back to sleep for a bit?” There was no reason she couldn’t grab another couple of hours sleep, regardless what my recalcitrant cock thought.