Addicted to You

by Bethany Kane

  “Stop it!” she screamed finally between pants.

  When he did, indeed, cease for a moment, Katie came up on her elbows and spit her hair out of her face. Tears wet her cheeks; not tears of pain, but tears of anger and humiliation.

  Her mind kept going back to those blistering moments in the kitchen when Rill had been pointing out her imperfections. Her bottom smarted from his spankings.

  The bastard. Katie could only imagine how pink her ass was.

  She’d noticed he’d pinkened it when he’d been eating her last night as well. The memory sent a flush of heat through her pussy, making it tingle nearly as much as her spanked ass. Everything started to buzz pleasurably down there.

  She started when Rill placed a hand on her burning right buttock. He was so large that he held the whole thing in his hand. Beneath her lower belly, she felt his cock leap and swell in his jeans.

  She craned her head around and glanced warily at his face. An intimidating snarl shaped his firm lips. His eyes blazed. Good God. She’d been right in thinking he appeared to be taking her haircutting attempt as a personal affront. He looked as insulted as if she’d just spit in his face. A feeling of shame burrowed into her awareness.

  He said nothing, but he lifted his forearm from her back and placed his hand at the back of her head. He pushed until her forehead hit the couch cushion. Katie lay there in his lap, her breath coming in jagged pants, her eyes wide in anticipation as he slid her panties down to her thighs.

  He began spanking her again, but this time it was different, and both of them knew it. She didn’t sit still for this, either, but her wiggling wasn’t entirely for the purpose of escape. She found herself waiting for the friction of his popping palm, getting excited by the taut smacking sound and the resulting prickling sensation in her flesh.

  Besides, when she squirmed, she traced the contours of Rill’s straining cock with her flesh.

  The smacking sounds filled the room as he spanked her again and again. Finally, Rill grew tired of her frantic movements.

  “Hold that ass still, Katie, or I’ll hold it still for you,” he muttered tensely.

  Katie bit her lower lip and moaned. Her pussy was wet. She could feel the air licking at her moist, sensitized flesh. She couldn’t believe she did it, but instead of just holding still, she raised her ass in the air for him, making herself a target for his hand. He made a growling sound, low and ominous, and Katie raised her bottom another half inch in the air.

  He spanked her with rapid, firm strokes. Katie tried to stop herself from moaning, but she wasn’t entirely successful. As if he’d considered the sounds exuding from her throat an invitation—which perhaps they were—he released his hold on her back and spread his palm over the lower curves of both of her ass cheeks. He pressed up slightly, exposing her pussy.

  He plunged a long, thick finger into her slit.

  She heard his stunned curse as if through several feet of insulation. Most of her awareness focused on the sensation of him moving his finger in her pussy. She pumped her hips to get the friction she needed. She felt so hot, so damn horny, that she distantly wondered if her whole body would incinerate with a loud pop and a sizzle.

  After enduring a minute of her thrashing, Rill gave a low growl of frustration and swatted her bottom again.

  “Keep still.”

  Katie forced her muscles into immobility, but it was hard to do with Rill’s finger lodged high up in her slit and her hot flesh seemingly melting around his penetration. She whimpered at the effort. Perhaps he took pity on her, even in his angered state, because he began to massage her clit while he finger-fucked her briskly.

  She broke in orgasm. Jolts of pleasure tore through her. The sound of flesh smacking flesh rang in her ears as Rill stimulated her cunt and popped her ass with his palm.

  It was really too much. Katie wasn’t even sure what was happening, entirely, a moment later when Rill heaved his body to the edge of the couch.

  “Oh!” she cried out in disoriented surprise when suddenly Rill stood and she was flying upward in the air. “What . . . the hell . . . are you doing?” she asked brokenly in confusion when for a second she was airborne. She fell back neatly in Rill’s arms a second later, this time facing upward. She stared up at him in shock, her body still vibrating in anticlimactic pleasure.

  He’d just flipped her in his arms like a pancake on a skillet. Rill’s face looked rigid and strained above her. Was he still furious?

  “If you don’t know the answer to that, Katie, you’re a lot stupider than I thought.”

  Twelve

  The living room and the hallway soared past her vision. When he reached his bedroom, he lowered her to a foot above the bed and let go. He was already working her panties and skirt over her leather boots before she’d settled from the bounce on the mattress. He seemed fixed and determined. By the time he’d grabbed the hemline of her blouse and jerked it over her head without unbuttoning it, flinging it onto the floor carelessly, Katie realized with a thrill of excitement that Rill wasn’t mad at her.

  He was in a fever pitch of arousal.

  He whipped off his flannel shirt and tore his T-shirt over his head, exposing a broad chest with a smattering of dark hair and powerful, flexing shoulder and arm muscles. He bent to tear at his laces, kicking off one boot impatiently. Katie started when he kicked and the other leather hiking boot hit the wall with a thud.

  “Take that damn bra off.” His blue eyes flashed at her, causing Katie to sit up as if she’d been shocked. She reached around to unfasten her bra. Excitement pooled in her belly and spread like a wave of heat to her pussy when Rill reached for his button fly.

  He stood after jerking off his jeans and boxer briefs. She paused, her bra unfastened, her hair spilling around her and her booted feet planted on the mattress. Had she thought he’d been in a fever of arousal?

  More like a frenzy.

  For a split second, neither of them moved as Katie stared at his cock protruding from his body. Had he really gotten that inside her before? It looked thick and heavy . . . flagrantly beautiful. Her fingers itched to touch him, to hold that long column of vibrant, sensitive flesh in her hand . . . to feel Rill’s life force throb beneath her fingers.

  But Rill seemed to have something else in mind.

  He lunged for the bedside table and opened a drawer.

  “Scoot over a little on the bed.”

  Now that Katie had seen the evidence of his arousal manifested in flesh, she understood his brusqueness. The idea of being polite seemed ludicrous in the presence of Rill’s wild eyes and straining erection. She wiggled over on the mattress, giving him room. She stared wide-eyed as she watched him efficiently roll a condom on his cock.

  He tossed a pillow against the wooden headboard of the bed and came down on the mattress in a sitting position, stretching his long legs in front of him. He reached out his arms toward her.

  “Come here, Katie,” he prompted in a thick accent.

  Katie rose on her hands and knees and crawled toward him, her gaze flickering to his condom-covered cock. It lay against his taut belly while he sat. The condom was thin and stretched very tight. His balls looked round and very full.

  A frisson of wariness mingling with excitement shivered up her spine.

  “Don’t you dare look at me like that,” Rill whispered roughly. “You’re the one who wanted this, Katie.” He reached and grabbed her shoulders. He pulled her toward him, his hold firm but gentle. Katie moaned when he slid her onto his lap and she felt his hairsprinkled, rock-hard thighs whisk against the backs of her legs and wet, aroused pussy. She kicked him inadvertently in the leg during the maneuver.

  “I’m sorry. I should take off my boots,” she moaned.

  “You’re not going anywhere”—he lifted her hips with what seemed like effortless ease, even though his muscles bulged, and nodded down at his cock—“except right there. Go on, Katie. Show me this is what you really wanted.”

  She bristled a little
at the dark challenge in his tone, but the lust buzzing in her body trumped her irritation by a long shot. Her gaze flickered to Rill’s blazing eyes as she reached for him. His expression grew even tauter when she closed her fingers around the turgid shaft of his cock and lifted it off his body. He held her off him as she shifted him into position.

  Katie pressed the head of his cock to her slit and let out a whimper. She could feel his heat through the condom radiating into her flesh. In the seconds that followed, gasps, moans and growls filled the air along with Rill’s taut instructions. Slowly, her body gave way to his steely hardness, melting around him, welcoming him, harboring him fast.

  When he was halfway into her body, Katie became aware that she was shaking. She glanced up, and saw Rill’s perspiration-damp, clenched face a half a foot away from her own. He stared fixedly at the staff of his cock penetrating her pussy. Every muscle in his body was drawn tight enough to break.

  It was Rill who was shaking; she was feeling the vibration and thought it’d been her own trembling. A wave of compassion went through her. She put her hands on his bulging pectoral muscles, bracing herself, and leaned down close to his ear.

  “It’s okay, Rill. Give in to it,” she whispered.

  She gritted her teeth and pressed down, willing her body to take him completely. A shout ripped out of her throat, but it was Rill’s guttural groan that filled her ears. He sounded lost.

  She sat in his lap, his cock lodged deep inside her body. The pressure of harboring him was intense, bordering on pain.

  He flexed his hips up slightly and Katie moaned. The pressure bordered on pleasure, as well. Increasingly, the slow burn dominated her consciousness. Every nerve in her vagina seemed to be firing with excitement at the hard stimulation of Rill’s cock.

  He shifted his large hands to her buttocks and squeezed her flesh around his penetrating penis. Katie’s mouth fell open in a loud gasp. He held her completely at his mercy. Rill made a choked sound like he was suppressing a violent explosion. For three seconds, he didn’t move, his dark head lowered, his chin on his chest, Katie’s flesh squeezing his throbbing cock.

  She sensed he gathered himself.

  He looked up, and she saw that hard, focused gleam in his eyes had returned. His biceps, shoulders and pectoral muscles flexed in unison. Katie rose over his cock. They bulged even larger as he lowered her carefully, clamping his jaw as he did so. Her mouth already hung open, so when she started to keen, there was nothing to dampen the incredulous sound. When her thighs and ass hit his lap with a brisk pop, Katie braced herself with her knees on the mattress and hands on Rill’s shoulder. She joined him in mounting the supreme friction.

  “Is this what you wanted, Katie?” Rill rasped between grunts as his cock moved like a well-oiled piston in her pussy and Katie gasped loudly. She was quickly learning that it was hard to hold much in when Rill’s cock was inside her, including air or any semblance of self-restraint.

  She threw him a glance that was half anger and half pure lust as he ground her hips down in his lap and then lifted her again as though she weighed about five pounds. It should have intimidated her, how much physical control he held over her. Instead, it aroused her so greatly that she wondered if she’d sprouted a thousand times more nerves in her body.

  “Yes,” she told him defiantly. She drove her hips down with extra force, making their skin smack together with a whapping sound and her eyes roll back in her head. Who wouldn’t want this?

  “I thought I told you to take off that damn bra,” Rill managed between grunts as he lifted her and drove her down on his cock again. Katie glanced down at herself while Rill’s cock throbbed deep inside her. The light coat of perspiration on her skin had caused the satin cups of her bra to cling to her breasts like a second skin. Rill watched her as she hastily snatched at the garment and peeled the fabric off her breasts. Her nipples were stiff from arousal. They’d deepened in color from the normal tea rose color to a pinkish red.

  She felt Rill’s cock lurch inside her and whimpered. He slowly transferred one hand to her middle back. For a moment, he just held her, his long fingers nearly spanning her waist, his cock embedded deep inside her and his eyes fixed on her breasts. Then he began to brush his hand through her hair, pushing the portion that hung over her shoulders behind her. When he’d gathered her hair, he gripped a large portion of it in a fist at her neck.

  Even though she knew what he planned on doing, given that hot, ravenous look in his blue eyes, her pussy squeezed his cock in mounting excitement when he leaned forward and nudged a nipple with his lips, as though he wanted to feel her texture with that sensitive skin. He must have felt her tighten around him because he growled, his blazing eyes fixed on her breasts. Katie gasped when he pulled gently on her hair, forcing her head back slightly. She sat there on the staff of Rill’s cock, her chin tilted back and her back arched, her breasts thrust forward like an offering.

  “I tried to stop it,” he said in a pressured whisper, so that Katie felt his breath against the stiff crest of a breast. “Now it’s too late. I’m going to have to consume you, Katie.”

  A whine leaked out of her throat when he bent forward and slid the tip of her breast into his hot, hungry mouth.

  Rill had long known he possessed a proclivity for carnal decadence, a potential for degeneracy. He was like a child in a family of heroin addicts who makes a solemn oath to never touch the stuff for fear of transforming into a slave to the drug. Of course, sex wasn’t a drug, and he damn well hadn’t lived without it since he was fifteen years old—the last year and a half being the exception to the rule. But he’d always made a point of tempering his desires . . . controlling them, always wary of the beast that resided within.

  Rill had much better things to do with his life than to become addicted to sex. Or at least he used to.

  As he sat there on that bed, however, with his Katie Hughes skewered to his lap and her firm, luscious breasts just inches from his mouth, Rill realized something crucial. He was going to fall. It was inevitable. Katie had seen to that. And if he was going to abandon all wisdom and lose himself in that pit of decadence, he was going to dive in face-first and revel in every damn moment of it.

  He leaned forward and inserted a nipple in his mouth. Just like he’d known she would, she melted on his tongue. He closed his eyes and listened to Katie’s low, sexy whine while his tongue laved a pebbled nipple and he sucked on prime female flesh. In a moment of greedy lust, he released her hair and scooped her breasts into both hands, planting his face between all that glory, shifting his mouth back and forth between two dark pink, distended nipples . . . drowning in need.

  She shifted restlessly in his lap and Rill abruptly became aware of the uncomfortable ache of his cock. He transferred his hands to her ass and began to move her over him with subtle strokes; up on the staff of his cock several inches, back down in his lap, a delicious slight tug forward before she rose over him again and back an inch on the downstroke. Her pussy was so tight the whole thing would have been a lost cause if she wasn’t also wetter than a man’s hottest fantasies. One second he was carving through her clamping channel; the next she was melting around him, squeezing him in an eye-crossing embrace.

  Taut, fluid friction at its finest, Rill thought mindlessly as he moved his mouth over her thrusting breasts, relishing in firm flesh, kissing, licking, biting . . .

  Devouring.

  She clutched at his shoulder with one hand and his head with the other. Her moans and catchy sighs were like an audible intoxicant. Rill dug his finger into the dense, supple flesh of her ass, sending a silent command for her to ride him more strenuously. She responded immediately to his touch, reading his mind, her cries of arousal piercing through the wild tattoo of his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

  Sweet, tight, vibrant, wild . . .

  “Katie,” he groaned, his voice muffled against a soft breast. He used his grip on her ass to pound her down on his cock with increasing force and rapidity. His hear
tbeat amplified until he distantly wondered if he’d pop a blood vessel.

  He’d die an ecstatic man, he thought grimly. His arm muscles felt as if they’d rip clean through his skin, they flexed so hard as he fucked Katie for all he was worth and Katie returned the favor. He existed in a world of taut pleasure, fueled by the sexy sounds of Katie’s cries, the vision of her breasts bouncing rapidly before his seeking lips, the sound of their skin smacking together . . . faster, faster, faster . . . until the edges of his vision went black.

  He stilled her frantic hopping in his lap and held her in place while his mouth closed over a nipple. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her captive against him. He sucked hard, triumph mingling with soaring lust when he felt her body shudder in his embrace and the walls of her pussy clamping and convulsing around him.

  His cock lurched viciously inside her. Her nipple popped out of his mouth. He roared as he came.

  It felt so blessedly good it hurt, but this pain was different from what he’d suffered last night. Tonight he experienced the pain of total surrender.

  He’d thought he was lost when he’d staggered blindly into Vulture’s Canyon more than a year ago, but Rill had been wrong. That’d been a mere detour, a bizarre drop down the rabbit hole.

  Lost? He hadn’t known the meaning of the word until he’d died a small death while he was buried, hard and fast, inside Katie Hughes.

  Thirteen

  She finally caught her breath and found herself draped over Rill’s body like a heated, melting confection. Her face was pressed near the hairline on his neck, her lips against his ear. His scent pervaded her—sweat, soap, musk and some unnameable fragrance that reminded her of the hills and green fields, as if all the rugby tackles of Rill’s youth had hammered the fresh smell of grass subtly into his skin.