by Cathryn Fox
As Taylor shimmied her backside against him, he fed his cock into her tight ass, one inch at a time until she got used to his thickness. He loved how her body molded so perfectly around his.
“You’re so fucking tight, babe,” he murmured. “I’ll never last.”
Without warning, she removed one hand from the wall and slipped it between her legs to stroke herself. When she cried out in ecstasy, Christian nearly erupted on the spot. He stood there watching her, trying to remember how to breathe.
“Please, Christian. Ride me. I want to feel you come inside me.” There was a note of desperation in her voice.
The air around them grew heady with the scent of their lovemaking. Christian heard a zipper and then a rustling sound in the garden. Taylor’s body trembled in response. “Do you think he’s rubbing his cock as he watches me feed you my dick, baby?” he asked, fueling her fetish.
She nodded and angled her head to peer into the darkness. “I hope so,” she announced boldly. Christian followed the movement of her head. He surveyed the backyard, but could only make out the silhouette of a man in the shadows.
“I bet he’d love to get a hold of your sexy body.” His tone was low and husky. “I bet he’d love to taste your sweet cream.” With trembling hands, he ran his fingers over the lush curve of her ass, reveling in her silky softness.
He heard her swallow and suspected another orgasm was approaching. Determined to give her exactly what she wanted, he began pumping into her ass, slow and steady. Jesus, she felt so fucking good between his legs. Dizzy with need, he darted a quick glance into the garden and grinned at whoever was watching.
When Taylor squeezed her ass muscles all thoughts of the voyeur in the garden disappeared. He closed his eyes and focused on the need prowling through him. Taylor began slamming into him, hard and fast. As his orgasm approached, he clenched his jaw, tightened the hold he had on her and threw his head back.
“That’s it, Christian.” Impatience laced her voice. “Come inside me.”
A powerful climax tore through him when her ass squeezed his cock. Groaning, he gave himself over to his orgasm, his pulsing cock dousing the raging flames inside her.
“Oh, fuck.” Stilling his movements, he concentrated on the erotic points of pleasure.
He remained inside her for a long time, until his cock grew flaccid. After he slipped from her sweet puckered opening, he discarded the condom and turned her around to face him. He adjusted her dress and gathered her into his arms. Breathing labored, he murmured into her ear, “Baby, you’re fucking incredible.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She raced her hands through his mussed hair. “That was one hell of a game of one on one, Christian.” She paused and angled her head to peruse him. Voice teasing, she asked, “It’s Christian, right?”
Christian threw his head back and laughed out loud. “Yeah, baby, it’s Christian. The guy you picked up to help tamp down the flames.” He didn’t bother to tell her that there was no way she was getting out that door with anyone but him. He slipped his hand back under her dress and stroked her pussy, soothing her swollen labia.
Sighing in delight, she snaked her arms around his shoulders and pressed her body against his, relaxing into him. Her lips found his for a long, luxurious kiss. She inched back and breathed into his mouth. “When you said you were the man for the job, you weren’t kidding.”
The garden door opened and closed, gaining their attention. Alone once again, Taylor grinned. “I guess I should be going.”
He pressed his mouth to her ear. “Going? Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. You’re coming home with me.”
Something in her expression changed; emotions passed over her eyes. “I don’t really want to watch a movie and eat ice cream.”
He chuckled. “Neither do I, because I’m far from done with you, sweetheart. First I’m going to take a hot shower with you where I’m going to soap every inch of your body, then I want you in my bed with your legs spread wide open because I plan on making love to you all night long. There are so many things we haven’t done yet, so many things I’ve been dying to do to you.”
5
Less than a half an hour later, Christian pulled into his driveway and led her into his apartment. His hand captured hers and squeezed gently. That small gesture did the weirdest things to her insides. She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes for a brief moment as an invisible band tightened around her heart.
Oh boy!
Gorgeous blue eyes locked on hers, and she began to question her intelligence, sensing she’d gotten herself in way over her head. Her skin prickled in warning. Her mind raced as her pulse pounded in her neck. Maybe she should have just kept this relationship platonic, because the way he’d pleasured her earlier, tapping into her fetishes to make it good for her, combined with the way he was touching her now, played havoc with her emotions. Cripes, she really had no idea how hard she’d fallen for him.
He must have sensed the shift in her. He stilled and hauled her in tighter; his gaze scanned her face. “Are you okay?” The soft cadence of her voice really got to her and the need in his eyes touched her soul.
Her glance roamed over his face in return, visually caressing him. She bit back a breathy moan as desire to have him now, tomorrow and forever slammed into her. Oh God, she wanted him so much it scared her. Jesus, what the hell had she gone and done? She pushed those thoughts to the far corner of her mind, determined to make every moment with Christian count. She conjured a smile. “Perfect,” she murmured, striving for normalcy.
He smiled and the gleam in his eyes held all sorts of promise. “Good.” He slipped his arm around her waist and ushered her down the hall. Once inside the bathroom, he turned on the hot spray and glanced at her. His eyes softened and filled with pure adoration as they perused her face. He let out a slow breath. “You’re so beautiful, Taylor.”
Their mouths met for a soul-searching kiss. As his lips teased hers open, warmth spread over her skin. Their tongues joined and tangled, both taking and giving in tandem. His hands roamed her body, introducing himself to her slowly this time, as he gently removed her clothes. Emotions and sensations ripped through her.
“God, I want you so much,” he whispered into her mouth and feathered the back of his fingers over her cheek.
His words played some mysterious alchemy with her senses and she shivered under his touch. She worked to find her voice. “I want you too, Christian.”
Her admission brought a smile to his face. With that he tore off his own clothes and pulled her into the shower. The hot water felt glorious against her naked body, but not nearly as glorious as his calloused hands felt.
Gaze locked on hers, he soaped his hands and eased her knees apart. He lightly brushed soothing fingers over her pussy and sent her a look of intimacy and promise. “Are you sore?”
The concern in his eyes and his light caresses became her undoing. Overwhelmed by his tenderness and entirely lost in the moment she sagged against him. “Maybe just a little,” she admitted honestly. With a deep ache of desire urging her on, she swayed her hips, rubbing her pussy against him.
He brushed her wet bangs from her forehead and grinned. “Then when we’re done here, I’ll have to kiss you better.” His voice dripped with desire and brought on a shudder.
Warms hands soaped and caressed her body, so achingly tender it was all she could do to keep herself upright. His touch felt more emotional than physical, different from their wild coupling in the courtyard, but just as powerful.
Ensconced in silence, they spent a long moment just touching each other, taking their time to get to know one another intimately. She palmed his muscles, washing his body in return. She scraped her nipples over his chest as her hands trailed lower, to grip his hard cock. When she gave a little squeeze, his nostrils flared and she sensed it was all he could take.
“Goddammit, Taylor,” he groaned, longing coloring his voice. “I need you in my bed. Now.”
A fresh wav
e of moisture erupted in her pussy and she nearly sobbed with pleasure. “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be,” she cooed, her words coming out breathy.
Christian turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around her body, scooped her into his arms and carried her to his room. Smiling, he laid her across his bed.
He threaded his fingers through his hair as he spent a long time looking at her. “Spread your legs, baby.” All humor disappeared from his eyes. He licked his lips as he inhaled her aroused scent. He lowered his voice. “I’ve been dying to taste you again.”
Achy to feel his cock inside her—everywhere, Taylor obliged. When he nodded his approval, she decided to tease him a bit. She slipped her hand between her thighs, remembering just how much he seemed to like that. She pulled open her lips and stroked her clit. “Mmm, I love how soft my pussy feels.”
Christian growled. “And I love how it tastes.” He climbed between her legs. He widened her thighs and dipped his head. The minute his warm tongue touched her sex, her thoughts fragmented. She gripped the bed sheets and arched into him, driving his tongue in deeper. His intimate, erotic strokes went right though her, touching her so profoundly she thought she’d die of pleasure.
“I love when you to make love to me with your tongue.” She bucked against him, frenzied with need.
“You are so hot and wild, Taylor.” Christian pushed a finger inside her, stirring her desires.
“Yes,” she cried out, her head falling to the side. It amazed her how well Christian knew her body, how attuned he was to her needs and how he knew just where to touch her to drive her over the edge. He spent a long time between her legs, licking and sucking and kissing her with his tongue and fingers. She watched him with the instinctive knowledge that Christian was the only man capable of extinguishing the flames inside her. Her pussy muscles began rippling, her breathing grew shallow.
“That’s my girl. Let me taste your sweetness.” As his soft voice slid over her skin, she erupted into his eager mouth. Moaning in pleasure, Christian licked her clean.
A moment later, Christian climbed up her body and brushed her damp hair from her forehead. Spent and completely exhausted, Taylor drew deep gulping breaths and raked her fingers through his hair. “That was so good,” she murmured.
Christian grinned. “We’re not done yet, babe.” He gathered her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers for a deep, mind-numbing kiss. “I plan on making sweet love to you all weekend, Taylor.”
When his tongue slipped inside her mouth to mate with hers, lust sizzled through her veins, giving her a second wind. Even though she knew any more time spent in his arms would be her emotional undoing, she widened her legs, glanced at the clock and offered him a sultry smile. “Since weekends are far too short, we should probably get started.”
6
Hours later, after morning had come and gone, Saturday night was upon them. Taylor lay in Christian’s bed, her pussy swollen and sore from their night together. But oh, what a glorious night it had been.
Listening to his soft breathing sounds, she touched his chest and admired his roguish good looks, loving everything about him. As her gaze skated over his face, his chest and his cock, her pussy muscles clenched, desperately needing him inside her again, needing the connection, the intimacy. A riot of emotions erupted inside her and made her heart catch. Jesus, how would she ever go back to watching him parade women in and out of his apartment, knowing how much she wanted him—all to herself.
“Good evening, sunshine,” he whispered.
She forced a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He narrowed his eyes and touched her cheek with a gentle hand. “Hey, what’s up?”
He could obviously tell something was bothering her. “Nothing,” she lied. “I was just thinking it was time for me to go.”
The smile fell from his face as he pulled her to him, covering them in blankets. “Where? And don’t tell me back to The Hose to pick up any other guy.”
“What?” His possessive tone took her by surprise. “You didn’t seem to mind me going last night.”
He scoffed. “Only because you had your heart set on playing a pick-up game. And I wanted to play a little one on one game with you, too.”
Her pulse leapt, her stomach coiled with excitement. “Really? You did?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice rising. He jabbed his thumb into his chest. “Listen, sweetheart, there was no way in hell you were leaving The Hose with anyone but me. I want you, Taylor, and I’m not sharing.”
She frowned, reality inching its way into her brain. “But won’t you get bored, Christian? You know I’m not really like the wild, sexy women you normally gravitate towards. Last night, the shaving, the hot red dress, it was all just an act to get you into my bed.” She tugged on his covers. “Or rather, your bed.”
“The exhibitionism, was that an act too?”
She looked down sheepishly. “No.”
“I didn’t think so.” Christian rolled to his side and pushed his cock into her hip. “Does this seem like I’m bored to you, Taylor? One look at you and I’m as hard as granite.”
When she slipped her hand under the blankets and captured his cock, he groaned and gathered her in tighter. “What you’re missing, Taylor, is you are the kind of woman I gravitate toward. You’re the only woman I want.”
“But I saw the way you looked at all those hot babes down at The Hose. I’m not like those women.”
“They were only to help me keep my mind off you. Don’t you see, I’m crazy about you, Taylor. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Today, tomorrow, forever. I was just too afraid of risking our friendship by making a move that I wasn’t sure you wanted.”
Excitement sang through her veins and her heart leapt with joy, hardly able to believe what she was hearing. Christian wanted her as much as she wanted him. Today, tomorrow and forever. She slipped her hand lower to capture his balls. After a gentle squeeze she said, in her best sultry voice, “I wanted.”
He chuckled and pulled her in tighter. “Yeah, I kind of got that.”
She melted against him, everything in her reaching out to him. “I want you, Christian. I have for a very long time now. And you don’t have to worry about me picking any guys up at The Hose. None of them were interested in me anyway.”
He grunted. “Trust me, sweetheart, every guy at The Hose wanted to be me last night. You see, I’m betting the guys have been going out of their way to avoid you because they already knew I’d marked you as mine.”
“Marked me as yours, huh?”
He slipped a finger into her moist heat. “Yeah, you’re mine.”
She moaned out loud. “So there is nothing wrong with my kissing, my breasts or my pussy then?” She didn’t bother to mask the mischief in her voice.
“Nothing at all.”
She crinkled her nose. “Do you think—”
“That we should check again?” he asked, finishing her sentence. “Yeah, baby, I do. I think that’s a damn good idea.” He quickly rolled on a condom, pulled her underneath him, sank his cock all the way up inside her. “It’s always good to cover all angles, don’t you think?”
Afterword
Thank you so much for reading, BURN. I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I loved writing it. Be sure to check out FEVER, SIREN and FLASH FIRE, the first three book in the series. Please read on for an excerpt of LOVE LESSONS, Stone Cliff Series.
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Cathryn
Love Lessons
Grace Bennett, creator of the comic strip, Kate Can’t Date, crumpled up the sheet of paper in front of her and grumbled under her breath as she tossed it into her overflowing trashcan. As it fell out and rolled across the floor of her cubicle—or rather, the floor of her pod, sinc
e she considered herself and everyone else who worked behind those ugly orange wall partitions as pod people—she recalled the staff’s morning editorial meeting and how her boss, Audrey, had singled her out.
Next week’s comic strip has to be about falling in love. Your characters need to grow up, Grace. Instead of writing about funny things that happen on dates, I want you to write about endearing things that happen in love. Next week’s Valentine’s issue is the perfect time for Kate Can’t Date to take the next step into adulthood.
Valentine Schmalentine!
If there was one thing Grace couldn’t write—or draw—about, it was couples falling in love, which was why her comic strip was a satirical take on dating and mating. After all, one had to write about what one knew, right? And here in Deerfield, Alberta, where the pickings were slim to none, she was more likely to run into a moose at her favorite nightclub than the love of her life—which made it rather difficult to write about the adorable little things that supposedly happened between two people in love.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
She grabbed another sheet of paper and tried again. When she looked at her lame attempt to draw love, what she saw was some idiot standing on Kate’s doorstep, holding a wilted bouquet of flowers and a half-eaten box of chocolates. She gave an exaggerated sigh and gazed out her small sliver of an office window, thankful she actually had one in her pod.
Cold February wind whistled outside, blowing up a light dusting of snow in front of her frosty pane. Hugging herself to ward off a chill, Grace stared off into the distance and caught sight of Stone Cliff Resort, a vacation destination that beckoned travelers from all over the world. Fresh stock came in daily at Stone Cliff, all dressed in tight ski pants and ready to hit the slopes. Her fingers drummed on the sleeve of her blouse. Perhaps she should venture up to the lodge to see if she could find true love. Then again, most who vacationed at the resort during Valentine’s weekend were either committed couples or newlyweds, and truthfully, if she really wanted to find the right guy, she should probably stop thinking of them as fresh stock.