by Naomi West
“My breasts,” I whisper, barely recognizing my voice through the need that’s twisting my breath.
His eyes drag me toward him, and I find my hips lifting of their own accord. Suddenly he rears up over me. He’s boxing me in, but he’s not touching me. Half of me wants to wiggle into him. To finally touch him again. But the other half of me feels pinned in place, like I can’t move without him telling me to.
His eyes hold mine as he bends down, my breath catches in my throat. In a flash, he takes one of my nipples and rakes his teeth over it. And then the other. I cry out from the sudden kiss of pain, but mostly from the intense relief of being touched. His warm tongue soothes the hurt on one breast and then the other before he nips again, leaving me tingling. And so wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs.
He comes back on all fours over top of me. His face only a few inches from mine. “Now, mine is the only touch you’ll remember there. I’m the only one.”
He’s not wrong. In the wake of his electricity, the sterile, fumbling touches of my past hookups dissolve instantly into the past.
“Where else,” he demands.
“My sides,” I gasp. And then I gasp again when he takes his rough hands and rakes them down my sides, erasing any touch memory I had before him. It’s as if he’s the only one who’s touched me there.
“Where else,” he growls.
“I- I can’t think,” I moan, my mind is a racing blank, I can barely hear past the thrumming in my ears. The hum of my blood.
He rears up and takes me by the chin, his hand like a commanding vice, holding me in place. I stare into the blazing fire of his eyes. “Tell me.”
“My mouth,” I blurt out, and as he begins to lower his mouth down to mine, more tumbles out of me. “My pussy.”
He freezes, a breath away from my mouth. Then, in a flash, instead of his lips touching mine, as I expected, his finger dips in between my lips. My tongue automatically greets it, swirling and sucking. His eyes flash and he keeps his hand at my mouth, forcing more of his finger inside as the rest of him slides back down my body.
He shoulders my thighs apart from one another, spreading me open. I tense. This is an actual first for me. No one has ever really explored me there. And definitely not with a mouth.
“I’ve never-never,” I stutter, shifting my hips, not actively trying to close my thighs, but not quite sure what I should do next.
His eyes are twin points of blue in the glinting dark. “Never?” he asks, his voice sinister.
I shake my head.
“Who the fuck were these schmucks?” he mutters. And then he doesn’t speak anymore. Because he puts his head down and devours my pussy.
The second his warm tongue drags through my wetness my entire back arches off the mattress. He uses his free arm to slam my hips back down, anchoring me. His other hand pushes his finger into my mouth and then back out. In and then back out. Meanwhile his tongue slides through me, lazily, thickly, like he’s trying to touch as much of me as he possibly can all at once.
I’m soaring, my body rising and racing and swirling all at once. I’ve never in my life felt anything like this. There’s a soft brutality to his tongue as he circles in on my clit, no longer lapping at me but driving me, manipulating my body toward perfect pleasure. I want to come. Of course. But I also just want to feel this feeling every second for the rest of my waking life. I’ve never felt so delicious.
But then, an entire flower garden blooms inside me all at once, and I’m exploding into light and heat. Nothing exists but his mouth on my clit. My hands squeeze the headboard like a lifeline while my body damn near takes flight off the mattress. I’m soaring. Soaring.
And then I’m drifting back to earth like a feather in the breeze, my body going limp. My breath races through me. My heart beats so fast I can feel it in my toes.
“Holy God,” I mutter, my eyes trying to flutter open and slam closed at the same time.
“You’re sensitive,” he says against me, punctuating each word with another, less intense, lick through my pussy. “Quickdraw.” I can feel him smiling against me. And already his mouth is taking me back up.
But his momentary sweetness is gone the next second as he rears up over me again. And my body is back and awake. He’s caging me in. Eyeing me like I’m dinner. He drags both hands over my cheeks, down my neck, and to my breasts. He uses his thumbs to roughly draw my nipples to a standing attention before he continues down my belly. He kneels back on his heels as one of his hands finds my center, presses into my pussy.
“I’m erasing those men from history. Do you hear me, Row?” he asks, pressing his finger in and out of me.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“They don’t exist anymore. And even when they did, even when they touched you, that was just me touching you before we met.”
He drags his thumb over my clit and my chest heaves as I’m drawn back up. Spiraling toward a destination I desperately want to be again.
“That was before you were ready for me. Because what I do isn’t fit for virgins, Row.” His words captivate me. Draw me in. I feel hypnotized. “You needed some limp-dick white-bread stock broker or whatever-the-fuck to introduce you to the world of touching. Because I’m not a tour guide, Row. I’m not here to go gentle. Or hold your hand. I’m here to drive you insane. Make you crazy. Make you beg.”
“Please,” I moan as he pulls his hand away, out of me. He’s taking it away, and I can’t stand it. I need him. I need him.
“Nobody has touched you here but me, Row. Only me.” He rakes his hands over my breasts, making me gasp. But I barely have a chance to regain my breath when he grips my hips and flips me over. The ropes around my hands are long enough to allow me to twist and flip over, but not really to support myself. My elbows come down next to my ears and my cheek goes to the pillow. I’m flat on my stomach but not for long. He grips me by the hips again and hauls me up to my knees. I’ve never been like this in front of anyone before. I know I should feel some sort of trepidation or embarrassment, but I don’t. All I feel is an ache. An ache for him to fill me.
He inserts a knee between my legs and tries to spread my legs even further. I have to shift my weight to accommodate that, but he takes it for hesitation. A sharp slap against my ass has me arching my back and screaming. The pain zips through my veins, straight to my clit and the scream ends on a moan. Remind me to hesitate more often.
“Don’t you dare deny me, Row,” he growls. “Give it to me.”
I regain my balance and spread for him, as wide as my legs will let me. They shake with the effort for only a second before one of his arms loops around my waist and supports me. I hear the crinkle of a condom being opened, feel him press against me. His cock is opening me wide, stretching me, as he feeds just the tip into me. I brace, but am completely shocked and thrilled when his other hand tangles in my hair and yanks, just enough to give me that shock of pain again, to pull my head up off the mattress.
And with that, he gives me everything. Pushing his way into me. Invading me. Slamming me into the most potent pleasure of my entire existence.
“Fuck,” he grinds out. It sounds like his teeth are clenched. But I don’t have long to dwell on it before he’s pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. It doesn’t take long for him to find a rhythm and-holy God Jesus in heaven-what a rhythm it is.
I’m flinging over the cliff of orgasm before I even realize one was building. He untangles his hand from my hair, and pushes my head onto the mattress with the flat of his hand. Gentle but firm. And then one of his fingers is back in my mouth. Fucking my mouth in the same rhythm that his cock fucks my pussy.
I’ve never felt so controlled in my life. But there’s freedom in it. There’s no room for questioning or self doubt. And as his strokes become sharper, less rhythmic, I can feel him losing himself in me. He’s the one who’s overcome now, his skin slapping against mine. His breath ragged and choppy.
“Fuck,” he says again as he falls ove
r my back, not crushing me, just pressing against me, his chest to my back. I can feel his heartbeat against my ribs. His mouth is at my ear then. Biting the sensitive lobe. He ruts me like an animal. Pushing deeper with every stroke.
“They never touched you,” he growls in my ear. His words becoming choppy. “I touch you. Even in your memories, it’s mine. This is me touching you everywhere.”
Another orgasm racks my body before I even know it was coming. I feel my pussy clamp down on him like a vice, and he groans like he’s in pain.
“Say my name,” he says in my ear. “My real name. I know you figured it out. Say it.”
“Kennedy.” I remember his slip from earlier. When he revealed it to me by accident. “Kennedy.”
And then his teeth clamp onto my shoulder in an inexorable grip. And his body pulls tight in ecstasy as he lets go inside of me.
Chapter Eight
Kennedy
I find myself flinging out of the black hole that was that orgasm. My lungs scream and I suck in breath. Call NASA. I was just in another universe. Another dimension. And you don’t need a spacecraft to get there. You just need a cock and Dr. Rowena Rourke’s pussy.
I pull out and collapse next to her, on my back. I look at the ceiling but don’t see the ceiling. What the fuck just happened? I watch my life get tossed through the windshield as if it were in a high-speed accident. No air bag, no seatbelt. Just a free fall through a sheet of glass.
Something like panic rips through my chest. And I’m rolling over her again. She’s limp and panting, on her belly, her face turned away from me. But I need her facing me for this. I need her to understand. I need no questions here.
As soon as I flip her back over, the panic in me starts to fade. Her light blue eyes find mine and I can see a softness in them. A bliss. A trust.
Where the fuck had that trust come from?
And why the fuck was it making me feel like pounding my chest?
I need you. She’d said that to me. She has no idea what she’s just gotten herself into.
I start at her wrists. First one arm and then the other. I circle her flesh and drag my hands down to her shoulder. Next comes her neck. I graze my fingers over every inch of the graceful column of her neck. And then her shoulders. My finger tips discover the indentation of my bite mark on the back of her right shoulder and it makes me grin for a second.
Her eyes seek mine, trying to understand what I’m doing. But I won’t be distracted. Not until I get this done. In my mind, it’s almost like her body is a contract. And I’m signing it.
So I move down to her breasts. She sucks in a breath, but I don’t pay attention to that. I’m all business as I circle her ribs, her belly. I move down across her hips with the flats of my hands. And then it’s her pelvis. I circle her thighs, first one and then the other, and drag my hands down her legs all the way to her ankles. I crouch at the bottom of the bed when I get to her feet. Tracing over her ankles, the delicate arch, even slipping a finger in between each of her toes. She gives a little giggle, and her foot twitches in ticklishness but she doesn’t pull away from me.
I survey her front side. Looking for any spots I may have missed. And I crawl back up to lightly trace my fingers over her face, her ears. And then lastly the pits of her arms. She laughs outright at that one. Delight and maybe a little bit of chagrin cross her face when I lower my face down and smell her there. God, she smells good. Pheromones and sex and sweaty hot woman.
And then I flip her over again, more gently this time. Some of the urgency is gone. But the intensity isn’t. I run my hands over her hair, spilling like a pool of fire over the bed. My hands are rough, skimming along her back, the delicate equator of her spine. Then her glorious ass. I didn’t worship at the altar of that particular holiness quite enough this time. There’s always next time.
In the meantime, I knead the globes of her rear, run my fingers through the crack of her ass. She squeaks a little. But she lets me. And then it’s back down her legs, once more, just for kicks. And because she has damn fine legs.
I lean back and survey her again. The panic inside me is almost entirely quelled. I’ve touched her everywhere. Every single square inch of her. Erasing the touch of other men. Lesser men. Men who hadn’t even gone down on her.
I roll her onto her side and reach up to undo her bonds. I’ve got more in mind, and she can’t be tied up for it. She’s putty in my hands. She’s not going to try to get away from me tonight. I can tell. And if she tried, I’d find her. I’d have to. Before Esposito did.
I swallow back the rage that hits me at the mere thought of his name. That rat bastard. And I concentrate on her face. Her gorgeous face. Her sweet, trusting, sated face. Her forest green eyes are giving me these slow, sleepy kitten blinks and it twists something inside me.
Something that flicks on like a match at a thought. “Why would you sleep with men who wouldn’t even go down on you?” I ask her, rubbing the delicate skin of her wrists to erase the feeling of the ropes. And then I rub her fingers to erase the last remaining touch memory of any other man.
She shrugs a shoulder, her eyes still half open, half closed. “The first time, I guess I was just curious. You know, sex is everywhere in archaeology. All of science, really. But I felt like everywhere I turned, I saw more evidence of how important it was. And I didn’t know anything about it. So I found someone to introduce me to the mystery.”
I blink at her. “You lost your virginity out of scientific curiosity?”
“It’s reasonable!” she insists, a stubborn flash icing her gaze.
“Very reasonable,” I agree, but she doesn’t get the joke. Maybe she doesn’t quite realize yet that sex with me is never in a million years going to be reasonable. But she will get it. Soon. “And the second time?” I ask.
“I was on a dig in Argentina, and we were trying to find someone who knew the area to be our guide, but it was about 100 miles on foot that we were going to have to backpack, so nobody wanted to do it. Our team ended up killing time in this little town for almost two weeks while we searched. And there was this guy. And I guess I just didn’t really have anything better to do.” She catches my eye. Her look is confident. Cool. But I can tell she’s trying to gauge my reaction.
“So no sweeping romances or high school sweethearts,” I say, not even trying to hide the fact that I’m glad about it.
She shakes her head and for a second drops her eyes. I’m about to lift her chin, get her gaze back, but she looks back up at me just in time. “Honestly, whatever dominant-territory-marking-He-Man-me-Tarzan-caveperson spell you just cast weirdly worked. I can barely even remember their faces.”
The last remaining dregs of my earlier mania melt away. “Don’t try,” I growl. “They don’t exist. They never existed. I was there. Then. It was me. If you have to remember it, picture me.”
Her eyes heat, but she gives a little chuckle. “I don’t think you want to take credit for their handiwork. It wasn’t very impressive. Not compared to,” she pauses, searching for the words. “Whatever the hell that just was.”
“They don’t have a word for it,” I say and stand up out of the bed. I lean down and lift her up into my arms. She gives a little squeak but her hands automatically go to my shoulders, her legs hooking around my waist. Her wet core presses into my stomach and it nearly causes us to detour right back to the bed.
But I’m not sure exactly how much she can handle tonight. I don’t know her well enough to know her limits yet. But that’ll change. The thought nearly stops me in my tracks. This woman has got me all confused. I don’t think about the future with women. I don’t think about getting to know them.
There’s only one woman in the entire world, besides my mother and sister, that I truly know. Alessia. My stomach curdles as I think of her. What she would think of me if she knew what I’d just done. Had dirty, kinky sex with a stranger. With a woman I’m basically extorting for God’s sake. Alessia would have my head. She’d literally twist my ear u
ntil I begged for mercy. She doesn’t take shit from anybody, but especially me.
I turn the corner into the bathroom, and catch sight of us in the bathroom mirror. Row pressed against my chest, wrapped around me, resting the side of her head on my shoulder. I immediately push Alessia’s face from my mind. I don’t want her in my head right now. Not when I have another woman naked in my arms. No, that’s not quite right. She doesn’t belong in my mind when Row is naked in my arms. Weirdly, it feels like Alessia is intruding when I think of her. I nuzzle my nose into Row’s hair as I carry her the rest of the way into the bathroom. Tonight is a night for firsts for both of us, I guess.
Even though I’ve just taken a shower, she hasn’t. So I turn the water on and step right in. She stiffens and yelps as the cold water whips over us, but I just laugh. She scratches and claws her way up my body, trying to get out of the cold spray. But I hold her still, liking the way she feels wiggling against me.