by Mina Carter
She tried to hold his gaze but the flushed, purple head flashing in and out of his fist in her peripheral vision was too distracting.
“No, not at all,” she agreed, her attention not on what she was saying at all.
She gave up all pretense of looking up at him and leaned forward. Her mouth watered at the long, perfect example of a cock in front of her, and she licked her lips. He groaned, the sound tortured, but moved his hand to allow her access. His cock bobbed for a second after he released it, the muscles in his stomach clenched tight as she reached for him. Her fingers barely met around the thick shaft, the soft skin over it silky and smooth, but she didn’t let that stop her. Stroking in long, firm movements, she glanced up to gauge his reaction.
“Shhhhhaahhhh…” He hissed and dropped his head back. Every line of his body snapped taut. Each muscle bunched and pulled into high definition. His cock jerked in her hand as though begging for more attention. A request she couldn’t refuse. Moving closer, she blew a warm breath over the tip.
His head snapped up, and the blaze in his eyes scorched her to the bone. Lust and darkness warred for dominance in his eyes, the usual smile banished for now. Reaching out, he drove his hand into her hair, forming a fist. She expected pressure. For him to pull her lips toward his cock, but he didn’t. He just seemed content to watch her, as though enraptured by the sight of her lips tantalizingly close.
A shiver rolled through her. That she had such a physically powerful man subject to her every movement thrilled her, filled her with a sense of her own power that she’d never felt before. But then, her previous boyfriends had always rushed to get to the main event, never wanting to linger. Hell, half the time she’d resorted to faking orgasm and retreated to the bathroom afterward to finish the job herself.
She doubted very much that would be required tonight.
Parting her lips, she flicked her tongue out and over the broad head of his cock. His grunt was accompanied by a quick clench of his fist in her hair. Not much, nothing that would hurt, as though he’d realized and limited his reaction.
“God, Ashley. Do that again. Please,” he begged in a hoarse voice.
Begging, she liked that. The brief taste had whetted her appetite, so she gave him what he wanted. Not in a hurry, she tilted her head and ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft until she reached the top, then ran the tip of her tongue around the rim of his cockhead. He swore again, but she ignored it, concentrating instead on a long, slow lick over the top. Parting her lips, she engulfed him in the warmth of her mouth.
“Fuck!” His curse this time was swift and hard, but he remained still for her. She had to give him credit for control, because his grip in her hair didn’t tighten, not even when she bobbed her head and slid him deeper.
Hell, he was big. Her eyes widening, she took him deeper and deeper. Too much of this would give her jaw ache, but for now, his swearing, and the jerk of his cock in her mouth made it all worth it.
Pulling back, she kept the suction on his cock, only releasing it to flick her tongue over the head. She hummed in the back of her throat, and slid over him again, deeper this time. She did it again, and again, until his hand tightened almost to the point of pain in her hair and his hips started to move, to thrust forward each time she took him deep. Then, just to be wicked, she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head.
He yelped, the sound somewhere between a growl and a bark, and pulled her off him and to her feet in a quick movement.
“That’s it.”
He covered her lips in a quick, hard kiss. No complaining about the fact she’d just had his cock in her mouth, instead he parted her lips and kissed her. Hard. Ruthless. A man who took what he wanted, when he wanted.
She whimpered, the sound lost as he moved. Big hands covered her shoulders, sliding around to search for the zipper to her dress. His fingers met smooth fabric at the center of her back, and he broke away.
“Crap, where is it?”
She smiled, grateful for the chance to get her breath back and guided his hand to her side. He kissed the side of her neck and yanked the zipper, grumbling when it caught halfway and slid the rest of the way slower. The fabric gaped and the wash of colder air over her exposed skin made her shiver, but not as much as the brush of his hands as he pulled the dress this way and that, trying to figure out how to get it off her.
“Fuck’s sake. Is this some kind of bloody test?” he demanded, lifting his head.
She smiled, her soft chuckle of amusement catching his attention.
“Oh, think its funny, do you?” He yanked her dress up around her waist and cupped her ass to drag her closer.
Her breath escaped in a gasp at the feel of his strong fingers over her bared skin. His other hand joined the first in exploration, fingertips tracing the line between her buttock and her thigh. A finger from the other hand found the back of her panties and slid under it, twisting and curling the thin strip of satin.
“Thongs,” he whispered. “I like thongs. Show me how to get the dress off you, or I’ll fuck you with it on.”
Her breath caught, her lungs unable to process the air within them as the butterflies in her stomach went into overdrive.
“J-just here…at the shoulder and neck.”
She managed to get one of the fastenings undone, but his hand replaced hers. His strong fingers made light work of the complicated frog-closures, and the front of her dress fell away. He stepped back, his heated gaze sliding over her exposed body.
Biting her lip didn’t provide the relief that she’d hoped for. She wasn’t tone and tanned, nor preened to perfection like most of the women who hung around the players regularly. She’d tried fake tan. Once. After she’d gone a funny color, she’d never bothered again. And her hair? Well, the best thing to say about that was the last time she’d been inside a hair salon for more than a quick trim was months ago.
“You’re—”
She held her breath, waiting for a compliment about her eyes, or some variant on “I love your personality.” Instead, he lifted his head and speared her with a gaze so hot that it could have powered a small sun.
“Perfect. You’re absolutely perfect.”
Her body melted at the words, uttered with such awe. Yet more shivers assaulted her as he stripped the dress from her shoulders with sure fingers. Amusement lurked in the back of her mind. Some cougar she’d turned out to be. Shouldn’t she be seducing him, rather than the other way around?
“What’s so funny?” he murmured, bending to smooth her dress over her hips. His big hands almost encircled her waist. Every brush of his skin against hers left whispers of pleasure in their wake. Leaning closer, the wash of his breath over her was her only warning before he pressed a trail of hot kisses along her ribs and the soft swell of her belly.
“Nothing.” She wriggled, trying to hold in the giggle as he found all her ticklish spots. But he held her still, a chuckle deep in his throat, kissing her ruthlessly until she cracked and laughed, pushing at the wide expanse of his shoulders.
“I was just thinking I failed the cougar test.”
“Hmmm, test?” Her dress dropped to the floor around her ankles. Still kneeling in front of her, he helped her step free of the fabric and scooped it out of the way. “What test?”
His hands swept up the outside of her legs, pausing for a moment to caress behind her knees with strong fingers. Pleasure surged through her, another wave of liquid heat escaping her. She gasped, clutching at his shoulder for support this time, instead of pushing him away.
“The cougar test,” she explained, pushing her hair over her shoulder. “Because I’m older than you…”
He stayed where he was, on his knees, looking up to search her face. “Sweetheart, you’re way too young to be a cougar. Age is just a number.”
His hands reached her hips, his fingers curling under the narrow straps of her panties. Holding her gaze with his, he pulled them down inch by slow inch. The lace and satin slid over her hips, pulled
taut for a second, then loosened as he pulled further, and they dropped around her thighs. Without his prompt, she parted her legs, lifting one foot, and then the other to let him pull the panties free. They disappeared over his shoulder and finally, he swept his gaze across her body again.
Her breathing stuttered, halting, then starting up again, hard and fast, as his gaze lingered on her bust, still showcased by the pretty satin and lace bra she’d picked out for tonight. Just in case.
Oh, who was she trying to kid? She’d hoped this would happen. In the locked away area deep in her mind, she’d thought about the possibility for months.
“That needs to go as well.” His voice was soft, but he didn’t make a move to undo the bra. Emboldened by his reactions to her body, she reached up and unsnapped it, one arm folded to hold the fabric in place for a second.
“Lose it…please?” he urged, hands on her hips, palms warm as he spread his fingers. Lord, his hands were so big. His skin so rough. She shivered.
She dropped her arm, sliding the straps away and letting the bra drop to the floor. At his deep groan of appreciation, she arched her back, her breasts firming and tightening under his gaze. He moved, sliding his hands up the side of her waist and around. He easily engulfed each breast in his big palms. She closed her eyes in pleasure. He didn’t need a second invite. Surging into movement, he stood, one arm sliding around her waist as he caressed her. Soft. Gentle. His fingers closed around her nipple and gave a small tweak. She gasped, fire arching from her nipple straight to her pussy, and she melted against him.
“Hell, Ashley. You’re killing me here. I’ve wanted to do this for months.” He swooped in and claimed her mouth again. His tongue parted her lips with a hard sweep and drove inside, thrusting in as he shoved his hips against hers—a dual assault that scattered her senses.
Without breaking the kiss, he eased her backward, using his strong body as a cage to lower her to the bed. She clung to him, reveling in the strength he used with such gentleness. The slight brush of his knee parted her thighs, and she sighed as he settled between them, still kissing her. His arms bracketed her, holding him above her. With the immense upper-body strength he had, she knew he’d never crush her. In fact, he was treating her like she was made of fine china, something delicate that he was worried about breaking.
A devil of temptation urging her on, she parted her lips wider, sliding her tongue around and against his. Teasing him this time as he’d teased her earlier. He growled in response, the sound deep, as if torn from the depths of his soul. His hips jerked. The head of his cock smearing a trail of pre-cum across her stomach.
“No!” He tore himself away from her kiss, breathing ragged. “Not yet. I want to taste you first.”
Ohmigod, yes.
She barely held the exclamation in when he slid down her body, flicking his tongue over her nipple once before moving on. If she’d thought she’d had to part her legs wide for his hips, it was nothing compared to the width of his shoulders. Hooking his hands under her knees, he spread her further than she’d ever been spread before.
Heat washed over her cheeks, and she turned her head to the side, burrowing her face into the pillow. Her pussy was totally exposed to him. His exhaled rumble of pleasure eased her fears. He leaned forward and her body tightened, her clit aching in anticipation.
The heat of his breath was a prelude to the hot, wet stroke of his tongue half a second later. The feeling was so intense, so perfect, that she gasped, her hips jerking off the bed. He smiled, the expression more felt than seen, and spread his hand out over her lower stomach. This time when he lowered his head, it was game on. He didn’t give her time to think, or recover. His tongue lapped at her cunt lips, sliding upwards in a long stroke to locate her clit and circle it before moving to stab deep into her pussy. She went right past a moan or a whimper, a soft keen leaving her lips when he pulled away for a second.
“Shhh, just let me,” he murmured, and in the next instant, he was back, his breath hot over her again. This time when he licked her, he found her clit, suckling on it at the same moment he thrust a finger deep inside.
“Oh god! Yes!”
Her head thrashed on the pillows as he continued the dual assault. Her whole body melted and shivered by turns, held captive between each flick and suck on her clit, and each deep plunge of his fingers. Fire built in a hard knot deep within. Spread aching fingers through every cell of her body. She gasped, surprised to feel herself on the edge. Poised, ready to fall.
“Harr—” Her cry was cut off by a gasp as he thrust deep again, and curled his fingers back to stroke the inner wall of her cunt.
The world exploded around her, its epicenter the touch of his fingers and tongue. Her hips bucked of their own accord, her body taking over as she came around his fingers. He groaned, pulling his fingers free, and she whimpered in distress, instantly feeling their loss. She needed more, dammit, not less. Her breath rushed from her in a hard whisper when he replaced his fingers with his tongue, thrusting deep to lap up the evidence of her release.
Her body contorted, stretching out on the bed as she reached up for something to hold onto. Something to use to ground herself as her climax began to wane, the waves simmering to small aftershocks that rocked her body.
He lifted his head, lips glistening with the evidence of her climax as he crawled over her. She lay, watching him, her body boneless and languorous. Every move he made screamed predator, and she knew she was the prey. Right now though, she couldn’t think of anything better.
His gaze locked with hers. He reached over to the bedside table. She looked up at the rustle of foil to the sexiest sight she’d ever seen. Harry kneeling between her thighs, smoothing a condom over his thick cock. Her breathing caught again, a fresh flutter of arousal surging through her body, even though she’d only just come.
He flicked a glance up, noticing her interest, and smiled a smile that could have belonged to the king of temptation—Lucifer, himself. Crawling back over her, he took his weight on his hands and parted her thighs again with a hair-roughened knee. He dipped his knees, and she sucked a hard breath in as he fitted the broad head of his cock against her. There were no words. None were needed.
Holding her gaze, he pushed into her. Testing the tight entrance to her pussy. Her body resisted at first, but then the pressure became too great, and her flesh yielded to accept him. She bit her lip, her fingers biting into the solid muscles of his upper arms as the feeling of being stretched almost overwhelmed her.
He pulled back a little, not all the way but enough for her to catch her breath, and readjusted himself with a small murmur of apology. The tiny movement, and accompanying whisper, wrapped themselves around her heart. When he pushed forward again, her body gave, accepting him with a slick, wet slide for a couple of inches. He swore, dropping his head for a second, his features tortured. Automatically, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing the side of his neck.
He moved again, pulling out to thrust back in, working himself deeper with each motion. His movements got deeper, his cock filling her in ways that made her eyes want to cross, and it was all she could do to hold on. Then he was there, fully in her, and her pussy throbbed around him.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” His words were low, more animal than man, and for a moment she felt she could have been in one of her favorite paranormal shows. Yeah, he’d make a perfect werewolf, all alpha male dominance and muscle.
The fantasy didn’t last long. The reality was so much better. Especially when her body, driven by the instinct to move, took over, and she rolled her hips. The slippery, wet, tight friction held them both in thrall, their moans combining as the shudder passed from her to him and back again.
His eyes darkened, and he shifted position, sliding one arm under her neck to pillow her head as the other pulled her thigh high up on his hip. Drawing back, he slid all the way into her again. Then again and again. Faster and faster. He built the pace and the tempo with short, sharp movements. St
ars flashed at the edges of her vision. The need in her body was a physical ache she knew only he could assuage. His name fell from her lips. She dug her nails in his upper arms and shoulders to try and anchor herself, but it wasn’t enough. Lust and need hit her hard. Stole her breath as he drove her to a second climax, faster than she’d ever thought possible.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered, catching her earlobe in a soft nip. “Come for me, I want to feel you come all over my cock. All these months, I’ve dreamed of getting you like this. Dreamed of your sweet little body and what I’d do to it.”
She gasped, the dirty words spurring her on, and, with a grunt, he pushed her over the edge. She cried out, her body stiffening as her cunt clenched hard around him, milking his cock with each wave of pleasure that hit her. He growled, swearing, but his words made no sense through her delirium.
His pace increased, growing harder. Hips meeting hers with a force that only took her own pleasure higher. Within a few thrusts his rhythm broke down, and he gasped, slamming into her one last time to come hard, his cock jerking and pulsing deep within her.
She smiled as he kissed her neck. “Fuck me, you’re good.”
She was more than good, she was amazing. Breathing deeply to calm his racing heart, Harry gathered her to him. She was so delicate and slender. He'd been scared of hurting her, but…hell, sliding balls deep into her luscious body had been the closest thing to heaven he’d ever felt.
“That was…” He smoothed her hair back from her face. Her eyes were soft and dark, the look of a well-satisfied woman on her face that fed his ego. He’d done that. He’d given her that look. “Amazing. Just amazing.”
Her soft sigh was music to his ears, as was the way she curled into him. With regret, he pulled from her, lying on his back to deal with the condom and drop it in the waste bin by the bedside cabinet. He’d deal with that in the morning. Right now, he had better things to think about. Like holding his woman tight as he let her have a short nap.