Addicted to You

by Bethany Kane

  She pressed her mouth to his hairline and wetted the tip of her tongue with his sweat. She’d never known a man to show so much raw, focused strength during lovemaking. Now that she was no longer in the intoxicated throes of orgiastic pleasure, the memory of his power amazed her . . . awed her.

  She dropped her head and glided her lips over a perspiration-damp shoulder, giving the hardworking muscle its due. When she bit, she found his flesh dense and succulent.

  His cock twitched inside her. Katie felt his hand move and grasp the hair at her nape. With a sense of growing wariness, she straightened at his silent bidding and met his eyes. Her lungs began to burn as he pinned her with his solemn stare.

  “Now it’s done,” he said.

  She exhaled with a gasp at the sense of finality in his tone. It’d been as if he’d just spoken after they’d committed a murder together. She thought of the way he’d criticized her there in the kitchen, of his mixed desire and repulsion in regard to her.

  “No, don’t . . .” She whimpered in protest when he lifted her off his cock.

  “I had to. The condom.” He grimaced, and Katie realized his withdrawal hadn’t been any more pleasant for him as it had been for her. It was a small consolation. Her spirits rallied slightly, however, when he pulled her closer until she straddled his lower belly and the tips of her breasts pressed against his chest. He opened his hand along the side of her head, and Katie was once again stunned by his largeness. He cradled her entire skull so effortlessly.

  She glanced up at him. What was he thinking? Her hand rose and she mirrored his hold on her, furrowing her fingers through his dark, silky hair and palming his head.

  “I know you aren’t happy about it, Rill,” she whispered.

  His nostrils flared slightly. “I don’t know what I am about it. You scramble my wits, Katie.”

  She looked away, mortified by the memory of what he’d said in the kitchen. Everyone has got to drop what they’re doing when Katie Hughes blows into a room like a sexed-up whirlwind. What are you trying to prove, tempting a man until he goes and does something he’s bound to regret?

  “But like I said,” Rill continued gruffly. “It’s done. There’s no going back now.”

  He nudged her slightly and Katie responded, swinging a leg over his body. Her heart seemed to sink like a stone to her belly as she watched him stand next to the bed.

  “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled.

  She realized he was flushing the condom. In the seconds of his absence, she began to feel uncomfortable . . . exposed. Rill made her feel beyond desirable when he was hot and aroused, but when he wasn’t, she couldn’t help but feel that he found her disappointing somehow.

  Inadequate.

  She heard the bathroom door open. Her eyes popped. He was returning. She was completely naked, but still wearing her Kit boots. She reached to whip them off, but it was too late. Rill’s step was just outside the door, and she didn’t want to be found fumbling around clumsily on the bed. She hastily pulled her long hair around her shoulders and drew up her knees. Her heart found the wherewithal to begin beating out a rapid warning in her ears despite all the hard work it’d done in the past hour.

  Rill stepped into the room, a long, breathtaking landscape of brawn, sex and naked skin. His short, dark hair was tousled and sticking up at odd angles, just the way she liked it. The whiskers darkening his jaw looked sexy as hell, and had felt even more so slightly abrading the tender skin of her breasts. He started to reach for his bedside table and gave her a quick glance.

  He froze, his hand outstretched.

  Katie’s eyes widened when she saw the way his brows drew together. This situation sucked. What was he thinking? She had no freaking idea what to expect from Rill in that awkward moment. She had no clue what she was supposed to do. Try to knock some sense into his thick skull? Get up and leave? Scream in frustration over his stubbornness?

  He pulled on the drawer, reached and withdrew something. He dropped a box of condoms on the table. It sounded like a small bomb exploding in Katie’s brain. He stood by the side of the bed, naked and magnificent, and examined her through narrowed eyelids.

  “I told you not to look at me like that, Katie.”

  “Like what?” she asked edgily.

  “Like you think I’m the big bad wolf or something. You’re the one who started this. Why’d you cover yourself?”

  “I . . . I wasn’t sure what—”

  “I told you,” he interrupted quietly. Katie wished she could identify the expression on his face. She wished she wasn’t flailing around in confusion like a newly blinded person. “It’s done. You started this. There’s nothing left for it now.” A small, bleak grin pulled at his lips. “I’m going to wear you out, Katie. Now . . . move your hair.” His eyes flickered down over her body. Did his gaze stick on her boots for a split second? He glanced back up to her face. “Please,” he added gruffly.

  Katie managed to shut her gaping mouth. “Are you still mad at me?” she asked cautiously.

  He seemed to consider and shrugged. “Every time I think about you trying to cut your hair off I feel like turning you over my knee again. What the hell were you thinking, Katie?” he asked, incredulity and his accent heavily spicing his tone.

  What t’ hell were you t’inking, Kai-tee?

  A flash of indignation straightened her spine. “What should you care if I cut it off? You’d just told me you hated it.”

  “Hate it? I never said I hated it. It’s the most beautiful mess of stuff I’ve ever seen in my life,” he scowled. “I love your hair.”

  Katie stared in shock.

  “I may love it, but I want it out of the way at the moment,” he said as he placed one knee on the bed and looked down at her, waiting. His posture struck her as thrilling for some reason . . . dominant and possessive. Katie sat up and swept her hair around her shoulders. His nostrils flared as he raked her body with his gaze. Katie noticed that his long, flaccid penis lengthened and swelled slightly. When she looked back at his face, she saw that he’d been watching her examine him.

  “Lay back, Katie.”

  She leaned against the pillows slowly. She trusted Rill implicitly, but this determined, hard side of his character that she’d discovered upon arriving in Vulture’s Canyon confused her. What should she expect? She’d already allowed him unprecedented liberties with her person. He’d restrained her, spanked her . . . owned her. Katie’d been restrained before during sex; she used to have a boyfriend who fancied handcuffs upon occasion. But it’d been just a mild stimulant, evoking nothing even remotely similar to the sexual arousal she experienced in submitting to Rill’s demands.

  Consequently, she might have been watching Rill as he came toward her on hands and knees precisely like he was the big bad wolf.

  He straddled her, his hands a few inches from either side of her head. Even though he was on his hands and knees, he covered nearly her entire body.

  He slowly started to lower over her, his eyes rapt on her face. Katie’s breath caught in anticipation when his warm flesh brushed against her nipples, then molded against her ribs and belly. He pressed her into the mattress, holding her captive beneath his weight. And in a million years, she’d have never guessed what Rill would do next.

  He kissed her softly . . . no tongue . . . just brushing, questing, firm lips. He sandwiched her lower lip between his, then the upper; he molded her to him and taught Katie the miracles that could be evoked from a concentrated focus of nature and a talented mouth. Her body softened and heated beneath the power of that kiss. He nipped at her lower lip and then slicked the tip of his tongue over the spot, as if to soothe her.

  She stared up at him between heavy eyelids when he stopped. His penis had stiffened along her thigh and hip.

  “I’ve wanted to kiss you for days. I keep dreaming about it,” he admitted gruffly. He looked at her lips, his eyes glittering blue crescents beneath heavy lids. “Your mouth ought to be outlawed. Every time I think about how
you got so good at giving head, I think I might break something. That’s right, open up,” he rasped when she prepared to protest.

  His tongue slid between her lips. Her indignation vaporized beneath his heat. He explored her thoroughly and leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world despite the growing ache at Katie’s core and her increasing focus on the smooth, stiff rod of his cock pressing against her thigh. Rill didn’t seem entirely unaware of it, either. Every once in a while—far too infrequently for Katie’s desire—he shifted his hips slightly while he devoured her mouth, getting pressure on his balls and stroking the heavy column of cock against her skin.

  Perhaps the thing that got her craziest was that Rill allowed her free rein over his body while he melted her with his kiss. Katie greedily detailed strong back muscles, discovering every ridge and indentation between bones. For a taut, delicious minute she tangled her tongue with Rill’s while she squeezed his ass. She couldn’t help but remember the hundreds—no, thousands—of times she’d coveted Rill’s ass in a pair of jeans. Now that ass was hers, she thought as she tested the dense muscle gently with her fingernails and then filled her palms again with curving, dense flesh; she couldn’t get enough of the sensation. No wonder he could fuck with such a sublime mixture of control and force when he had these powerful muscles to do his bidding.

  Rill growled softly in her mouth when she pushed down on his ass, pressing his erection tightly against her skin. It might have been a sound of warning, but Katie continued, greedy for her fill when he’d denied her in their former electric but too-brief encounters. Her fingertips explored curiously in the furrow beneath his buttocks, liking how Rill’s muscles tightened and his kiss became more demanding.

  After several moments of this sensual torture, Katie’s bones felt like they’d been liquefied right along with her pussy. She became desperate, pressing her mons against Rill’s hard body to get an indirect stimulation on her clit. It struck her as both satisfying and unsatisfying at once. Rill paused in his wicked stirring in her mouth when she twisted her upper body beneath him, stimulating her aching nipples against the crinkly hair on his chest.

  He lifted his head. Katie’s eyelids opened sluggishly, hating the sudden absence of his upper body and mouth. He put his hands on her waist and slid her down on the mattress several inches, breaking her possessive hold on his ass.

  “Come back here,” she whispered, craning her neck up, craving his mouth back on her own.

  He grabbed her forearms and lifted them. She scowled when he pinned her wrists above the pillows.

  “You’re a little hedonist, do you know that?” he murmured.

  “Is that another criticism?” she asked as she tried to pull her wrists free from his gentle but ungiving one-handed grip.

  “It’s another fact,” he said grimly, before he leaned down and began to own her mouth again. He kept his chest a few inches off her breasts this time, leaving the distended peaks without any stimulation. Her breasts felt swollen and achy, her skin hot and prickly. She required pressure, friction... release.

  Her pussy was so wet she could feel moisture gathering on her inner thighs and along her perineum. She’d likely leave a damp spot on Rill’s sheets. The thought sent a jolt of irritation and thwarted longing through her. She groaned desperately in Rill’s mouth and wiggled her hips against his body, beckoning him to put her out of her misery.

  He responded by bringing up his knees and bracing his upper body on one hand. He remained like that on one hand and both knees, leaning down and kissing the daylights out of Katie. He finally sealed their lips and lifted his head an interminable amount of time later. Katie tried to glare at him, but it was difficult through eyes that had crossed from his kiss.

  “Do you mind telling me what the hell you’re doing?” she asked, craning her head up off the pillow. He wouldn’t relinquish hold of her wrists in the slightest.

  “Kissing you. I told you I’ve been thinking about doing it for days,” he said, unsmiling. His gaze flickered down over her naked body. “I’ve been thinking about doing a lot of things. Guess I won’t rest until they’re all done.”

  “I’m about to spontaneously combust down here, so do you think you might get on with it, then?” she asked breathlessly. She was so busy eating up the sight of him. His cock hung between them. She could see a swollen blue vein popping beneath the surface. Suddenly, a different sort of hunger overcame her. She licked her lower lip and craned up farther.

  “Let me suck—”

  “Keep your mouth shut for once, won’t you, Katie?”

  She stared up at him, taken aback by the harshness of his tone. He seemed a little surprised by it himself. He closed his eyes for a second and breathed deep, apparently trying to calm himself. When he opened his eyelids, he transferred her captive wrists into the opposite hand and reached between her thighs.

  Katie’s eyes sprung wide when he worked his thick forefinger between her labia and began agitating her clit, bull’s-eye fashion. She heard a clicking noise as he moved briskly against her lubricated flesh.

  “Ohhh,” she cried in delighted surprise.

  “You’re so wet,” he growled.

  “You make it sound like a crime.” She moaned and thrashed her head on the pillow. It felt delicious. Heat flooded her cheeks. Her clit sizzled beneath his expert manipulations.

  “If it’s not a crime to drive me straight over the edge, it ought to be.”

  But Katie barely heard him. She was too busy gushing in orgasm.

  He watched, every fiber in his being focused on the image and feeling of Katie as she shook beneath him. When her orgasmic shudders and the thrashing of her hips against his finger began to wane, he placed his hand over her entire outer sex, the ridge of his palm against her clit. He massaged her tender cunt briskly, evoking a surprised cry of delight out of her throat and more orgasmic shivers from her body.

  Now that he’d succumbed to it, he couldn’t help but wonder how long this greedy hunger would last.

  He released Katie’s wrists while he lunged for the bedside table. “We’re going to need more condoms. A lot fucking more.”

  She paused in her panting. In his fever to get inside her again, he hadn’t realized he’d spoken his thoughts out loud. It surprised him that he felt every bit as hard, every bit as excited, as he sheathed his cock once again. She’s like Viagra in leather boots, Rill thought grimly as he straddled her once again.

  He bent her knees farther and pushed on her shins. He caught a glimpse of her glistening, pink pussy. His cock lurched. She gasped when he unapologetically arrowed his cock tip into her slit. She was so hot and wet, he glided into her, but only with effort. He had to apply a firm, steady pressure with his flexing hips. He watched his cock stretching her delicate tissues until he was lodged in her at half-staff.

  He glanced up when he heard her moan.

  “Are you sore?” he asked thickly.

  She shook her head on the pillow. “No. No, it feels so good.”

  It was all the permission he needed. He let the fever overtake him once again. He’d denied it while he’d kissed Katie’s sweet mouth and she’d wiggled beneath him and run her hands all over his body. He’d survived it while she’d shuddered beneath his hand and her abundant juices anointed his fingers.

  Damn it if he was going to hold back a second longer. It’d been why he’d made sure she’d come before he got inside her. He wanted to see pure lust shining in Katie’s green eyes, but he sure as hell wasn’t in a mood to deny himself a moment longer. He ignored her hoot of protest when he gathered her wrists again, holding them down on the pillow behind her head. He drove his cock all the way into her and grunted in sublime pleasure. She surrounded him like a tight, wet fist.

  “I could die in this pussy,” he mumbled between clenched teeth.

  “I wish you wouldn’t say stupid stuff like that.”

  “Shut up, Katie,” he replied distractedly as he began to pump.

  Somewhere in the back
of his mind, the realization struck him that the thought of this, of being buried in Katie’s pussy, had been taunting at his consciousness for the better part of two weeks. Yeah, he wanted to bury his face in her lap and live off her sex juices, and yeah, the thought of having his dick in her mouth plagued him so greatly that he’d almost had a heart attack when she’d started to suggest it a few minutes ago.

  But this experience—he withdrew and plunged his cock back into her muscular channel, grunting in supreme satisfaction—was what had been plaguing him, haunting him. He’d become obsessed with getting his cock back into her....

  The thought evaporated as he thrust and drove into Katie again and again. He kept one hand on her leather boot, keeping her spread wide for him while the other kept her arms restrained. It not only was a prerequisite to restrain Katie—her small, eager hands drove him nuts—but it made him horny as hell to do it as well. He reveled in the experience, holding her down on the mattress, completely at his mercy while he fucked her with increasing force and rapidity. When his pelvis began to strike the backs of her thighs, making taut, brisk whapping noises, Katie joined in the cacophony. Little surprised oh!s of pleasure popped out of her throat with each smack of flesh against flesh.

  It sent him into a frenzy of lust.

  “Kai-tee,” he warned ominously. She was determined to turn him into an animal. His balls ached with the need to come. Her pussy pulled at his helpless cock like a hot, sucking little mouth. He released her wrists so that he could put both hands on supple leather. He pushed her knees back to her shoulders and reared over her.

  “I’m starting to like these fucking boots almost as much as I do your hair,” he grated out before he began to pound into her like a piston going at full throttle. The headboard clacked loudly against the wall and Katie began to keen like a steam whistle. She was small and compact, but damn if she wasn’t strong. Her hips moved in a fluid, forceful synchrony with his strokes, her precision such that his eyes rolled to the back of his head. In a desperate bid to win one more second of this wild ecstasy, one more moment of control, he grabbed her hips and stilled her frantic bucking. His biceps flexed hard as he brought her to him, again and again.