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by Lora Leigh


  She was naked. Cool air washed over her body as a shudder of heat raced through it. She could feel the caress of his eyes, watched his body flex and shift as he lifted his hand to her.

  Silently Risa took his hand, shaking as she moved to her knees on the bed, one hand pulling back from him to touch his hard chest, the other, his hard abs.

  “I can do anything,” she whispered, almost to herself, as she let her hand run down his body to grip the fiercely erect flesh of his cock again.

  “Yes,” the breath seemed to hiss from his lips. “Anything, Risa. Take what belongs to you.”

  What belonged to her. Had anything ever belonged to her? She couldn’t remember if it had, but this strong, powerful man was giving her his body, however she needed to use it.

  “I want.” She swallowed tightly, lifting her gaze back to his. “I want to taste you, Micah.”

  She wanted his cock in her mouth. She wanted to suck it, taste it; she wanted to feel him throbbing between her lips. She wanted to let free the sexual creature she could feel building inside her.

  Whore’s Dust or lust, she didn’t know; she didn’t care. All she knew was that it was only for this man. Only Micah made her hunger until she was dying for him; only Micah made her brave enough to try to reach out for what she wanted.

  “Then taste me,” he crooned. “Taste me, love, and when you’re finished, I’ll take my turn and taste you.”

  Risa swayed as she felt the punch of response that seemed to fill her pussy. The bare lips were already slick, wet, but more of her juices coated them now as the need for his lips against her flesh rocked through her.

  “I dream of your tongue against the head of my cock,” his voice whispered through the night as she moved to him. “Watching you between my thighs, your head lowering as you hold the shaft steady with your hand. Your tongue peeking out, licking over it.”

  She followed his hushed voice. Moving between his spread thighs, she gripped the stiff, heavy flesh at the base as his shaft rose toward her lips.

  “You’re beautiful,” he groaned, reaching out to push her hair back over her shoulder. “Let me watch, sweet. Let me see you licking that taste of me from the head.”

  Micah was nearly insane with lust now. How he managed to lie still and not rush her, he didn’t know. Never had he thought his patience would be tested to this extent, that his self-control would ever attempt to break so easily.

  Her tongue was like a stroke of fire over the broad head of his cock. The too-sensitive flesh jerked with the pleasure, causing her head to lift in alarm.

  “It’s okay,” he groaned. “It’s pleasure, Risa. See how I enjoy your touch, sweet? Even my cock trembles for want of you.”

  A tentative smile seemed to touch her lips for just a second before her head lowered again and he was forced to bite back a shout of pure ecstasy. Heated and damp, her tongue licked over him, then curled beneath the crest, rubbing against the supersensitive flesh beneath the head. It was exquisite. Never had a woman’s touch felt so damned good.

  “So good.” He had to clench his teeth over the words, it was so damned hot. “Sweet Risa.”

  He was nearly panting as she licked, rubbed. Then, her lips slid over the head of his cock, taking it into her mouth and tightening as she began to suckle it tentatively.

  He couldn’t bear it. His hands fisted in the sheets beneath him. Her innocent caresses and tentative sucks were making him crazy.

  “Lick,” he gasped. “Use your tongue, baby, as you suck. Ah fuck.” He nearly lost it as she applied her tongue in just the right spot, just below the flared head. She rubbed with her inquisitive little tongue, sucked with her hot, damp mouth, and his head nearly exploded.

  “Ah, Risa,” he groaned. “Cup my balls, baby. The sac is tight; roll them slow and easy. Let your fingers play, baby.” He could barely get the words out.

  He was teaching her each move that destroyed his self-control and he knew it. That pure eroticism of the moment was destroying her. He was teaching his lover all she didn’t know. Complete innocence was reflected in her pretty face, in the gleam of her eyes. Hunger and curiosity lit her expression. The combination was erotic. Sexier than anything he had ever known.

  Her moan vibrated around his flesh and he had to clench his teeth, fist his hands, and tighten every muscle in his body to keep from spilling between her lips. Lips that were stretched around the throbbing head of his cock, a hot little tongue that caught the spurt of impending release that slipped his control.

  He couldn’t do this. His body was straining, pushed to the limit as her nimble, gentle fingers played with his balls. Sweat popped up on his body, ran down his temple. He felt tortured on a rack of flames that was ecstasy and hell combined.

  “Risa, sweet,” he groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily against her mouth, driving his cock deeper. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to bury every hard inch of his dick as deep as he could get inside her.

  She moaned against him again, sank her mouth deeper on him, and he hissed in extreme pleasure. Have mercy on him, her virginal mouth was driving him crazy. Never had he had such a hair trigger with a woman. And he couldn’t make her stop. He couldn’t come yet, not yet; her mouth was still on him, and she was fucking enjoying him.

  It was in her face, her expression, in the gleam of her eyes as she risked a glance at him. She was enjoying every lick, every suck, every stroke of her fingers against his flesh, and no doubt the feminine part of her knew she was fracturing defenses and shields he had spent a lifetime developing.

  His hips surged again. He felt his balls tighten further, felt the rush of electric heat that raced up his spine.

  “Risa, baby,” he groaned. “I have a limit here. I’m going to come in that sweet mouth if we keep this up.”

  He watched her face, her eyes, and had to shake his head to fight back the urge to spurt inside her hot mouth then and there. Her expression became drowsier, hungrier, as her eyes gleamed in excitement.

  Her mouth moved more firmly on his flesh, tightened; her tongue rubbed and stroked.

  He couldn’t do this, he told himself desperately. Coming in her mouth wasn’t part of the deal. It was an intimacy she wasn’t ready for yet. It was one he couldn’t force on her. She had no idea—

  “Fuck!” His hands flashed out, gripped her hair. His control was shattering. He could feel the pulse of release building in his balls, surging into his dick. “Risa,” he breathed out roughly. “Baby. You’re not ready for this.”

  He tried to pull her head back from the throbbing shaft. His fingers tightened in her hair and she moaned. Her tongue rubbed faster, her mouth sucked, and he was gone.

  Never had control shattered so easily beneath a woman’s mouth. Micah came when he was ready to come, not when his cock made the decision. But tonight Risa’s sweet mouth was pushing him over the edge and making the decision for him.

  “Risa.” His voice was raspy, the protest faint as her tongue swirled around his cock head. “Sweet, I’m going to come. I can’t hold back.” His hips tightened, arched. “Fuck. Risa!”

  Risa tightened her mouth on the throbbing head of his cock and sucked him deeper, as deep as she could take him. Her tongue flickered over the little slit in the top of the crest; her fingers rubbed against his ball sac. She wanted his release. She wanted to taste him, luxuriate in him. She wanted to hold this part of him forever.

  The harsh gasp he gave of her name was a warning. She wasn’t letting go; she wasn’t losing this. God knew she might never get her courage up for this again.

  His hands tightened in her hair and the prickling at her scalp was another pleasure. His cock head throbbed again, a hard, violent flex of the flesh; then the first spurt of semen shot into her mouth.

  The taste was dark, salty, sexy. Risa moaned around the taste and took more. Her mouth worked over the pulsing head as the male flavor filled her senses and sent flames rocking through her body. She took all he had to give, swallowing, drawing more to her eage
r tongue, and loving the shudders that tore through his body, the grip of his hands in her hair.

  He was lost in his release. She could feel it; she gloried in it. Her femininity rose with a victorious shout as she moaned in rising excitement as the last pulse shot to her tongue.

  He was strong, powerful, and in that moment Risa felt herself claiming him. Her heart, her soul. Parts of her she hadn’t known existed rose inside her. Feminine, filled with an inner strength that she barely recognized. She lifted her head, licked her lips, and watched as he lifted his dark lashes and stared back at her.

  Her hands rose, flattened on her belly, and moved up until she was cupping her swollen breasts, touching her hard nipples. She felt empowered. As though another woman lived within her body now.

  “You’re dangerous,” he growled, his hands reaching for her.

  “I’m yours,” she whispered, feeling his hands cover hers, his fingers working hers against the sensitive flesh of her breasts.

  “All mine,” he agreed, rising, sitting up, his lips moving between her breasts. “Come to me; be mine, Risa. For this night, all mine.”

  Forever.

  Her head tipped back as he pulled her hand from a breast. His lips covered the tight peak, sucking her inside with a hungry groan as she tightened in his arms and cried out his name.

  She could feel that caress over her entire body. Her hand moved to the back of his head. Her other hand caressed her own flesh, following the direction of his fingers as he taught her how to pinch her nipples, how to make the pleasure hotter, wilder.

  Sensation twisted over her, around her. Risa lost all sense of fear as the arousal became a conflagration of flames that left room for nothing but his touch.

  “My turn,” he growled.

  His hands gripped her hips, lifted her, then lowered her until her back touched the bed.

  Risa shuddered as he spread her thighs wide and moved between them. His head lowered, there was no hesitancy in his actions, no caution. His sexuality, his command, blazed around her until she was arching, lifting her hips to his devouring tongue and begging for more.

  “Play with your nipples.” His voice was rough black velvet stroking over her senses. “Let me see you pleasure yourself, Risa. Take your pleasure, sweet. All of it.”

  All of it. She wanted all of the pleasure. She wanted to explode in his arms again and again. Feel him thrusting inside her, coming inside her.

  “Micah!” she screamed out his name as his tongue plunged inside the silky wet confines of her pussy.

  He had never done that before, not with his tongue. The licking strokes were destructive to her senses. He lifted one leg, holding it high as he fucked her hard with the wet velvet of his tongue, rasped against sensitive nerve endings, and sent her senses spinning.

  She writhed beneath him. She felt the edging darkness approaching and she welcomed it. There was ecstasy in the darkness, not fear. In the loss of control there was a rapture she could never have imagined.

  “More,” she cried out, desperate to feel him inside her. “Please, Micah. I need more. More.”

  She needed to feel him stretching her, burning her with the heavy width and length of his cock surging inside her. She wanted it now. She didn’t want to wait.

  He groaned as he pushed his tongue inside her again, lapping at the juices that ran from her as though the taste of her aroused him as much as the taste of him had aroused her.

  “Micah. Please.” She lifted closer, her fingers pulling at her nipples now, imagining his lips there, his teeth tugging at them.

  Her head thrashed on the bed and perspiration covered her flesh. The room was too hot. There was too much heat burning inside her and around her.

  When his tongue moved from the clenching inner muscles to her straining clit, she swore she would lose her mind. When his mouth covered the tight little nub and sucked it into his mouth, she exploded.

  The darkness crashed in on her. Light sparkled in the inky darkness, then radiated and exploded around her as she tried to scream his name.

  Her hips bucked in his grip, and she couldn’t keep them still. Her nails dug into the back of his head, and she couldn’t force herself to release him. She was locked in a cataclysm that she couldn’t seem to escape.

  She was twisting in the destruction of her senses, holding to him, keeping him to her, demanding, desperate for every ounce of pleasure she could experience, every touch, every cry, every spark of release that shuddered through her until she collapsed on the bed, panting and needing more.

  “Now,” she moaned, staring up at him as he came to his knees between her thighs and leaned over her, reaching for the drawer in the nightstand.

  Where he kept the condoms he had never used. But he was prepared.

  “No.” She caught his hand, staring back at him as he watched her in surprise, his gaze narrowing on her. “I want to feel all of it, Micah,” she pleaded. “I’m protected; I swear it. Please, I want to feel it all.”

  He froze, staring back at her for long, endless moments before easing back.

  “You haven’t tested your protection, Risa,” he warned her.

  “So test it,” she whispered raggedly. “Please, Micah. I want all of you.”

  No condom, nothing between them. She wanted to feel him spurting inside her pussy as he had inside her mouth. She felt wild, wanton. She wanted everything she had never had. She wanted to be the woman she had craved to be in a lover’s arms. In Micah’s arms.

  “You’re going to destroy me,” he groaned as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her. It was hot, pulsing, and iron-hard.

  Her breath caught as he pressed inside her. She felt the full heat of his erection, felt him stretching her, working into her.

  Risa moaned, pulled her legs back, and watched.

  “Damn, Risa,” he groaned. “Yes, love, watch me take you. Watch how sweet you stretch for me. How your pretty pussy sucks my cock inside you.”

  His explicit words were too much. Risa’s breath caught as she felt a mini-explosion rocket inside the flesh he was taking.

  “Oh, you like that, don’t you, sweet?” He pressed in deeper. “You like being naughty, don’t you, baby?”

  Her lips parted as she fought to breathe.

  “Do you like watching my cock take you, baby? The next time, I’ll take you with the lights on. You can see what I feel. Your juices coating me, shimmering over my flesh. Fuck, I bet it looks sweet as hell.”

  Her hands locked on his wrists as his palms pressed beneath her thighs, holding her legs up as he worked deeper and deeper inside her.

  And she watched. The room was dark, but she could see enough. She could see her juices shimmering on his flesh as he pulled back. Then he pushed inside her again, deeper, harder.

  “Yes,” she breathed out roughly. “I want all of you, Micah. All of you.”

  His body strained against his control. She could feel it. Sense it.

  “Deeper,” she whispered. “Fuck me deeper, Micah. Harder.”

  His hips bucked, driving his erection deeper, harder. Lifting to him, Risa cried out with the wash of pleasure consuming her. She bucked against him, thrust against him, her cries tearing from her throat as the pace he set destroyed her self-control.

  “Please,” she cried out, feeling the racing adrenaline in her veins, the violent need pounding in her pussy, pulsing through her womb. “Please, Micah. I need. Now.”

  He drove inside her, deep and hard, to the hilt. The blinding flash of pleasure and heat had her arching, her nails biting into his wrists as the breath seemed locked in her chest.

  More. She needed more. Ah God, he needed to fuck her harder, deeper.

  She was whispering the words, unable to scream them.

  “Fuck me. Harder. Deeper.” Like a prayer they fell from her lips, and his control shattered.

  Hard. Deep. Faster. His hips surged against her, driving his erection inside her until she felt her pussy ripple, then tighten. The muscles throu
gh her body began to stiffen.

  He thrust harder then, groaning her name, surging inside her, stroking nerve endings that burned, that screamed in pleasure.

  When it came, she swore her spirit lifted from her body. She was flying, exploding into fragments as she heard her own wail echoing around her, joining Micah’s fierce groan as he thrust inside her, buried to the hilt, and gave in to his own release.

  The feel of him spurting inside her sent more sensation, another trigger of release, exploding through her. She arched to the breaking point, her muscles drawing her tighter as she flew higher, harder, and imploded with a violence that left her shaken to the core.

  She felt Micah coming over her, his arms surrounding her, drawing her against him as she shook and shuddered through the echoes of ecstasy that flooded her body.

  He held her close, an anchor in a storm she should have been frightened of. Her anchor, period. He protected her, held her; for the first time in her life Risa thought perhaps she had the courage, simply to be herself. Because if she fell, Micah would be there. His arms would hold her. His strength would renew her until she could strengthen herself and stand on her own again.

  For the first time in her life, she thought maybe she knew, possibly, what love could truly be.

  This. Held in his arms, unafraid.

  Trust. Because she knew he would never hurt her.

  Intimacy. She finally knew intimacy. His laughter, his silent confidence in her. His seed spilling inside her.

  For the first time in her life, Risa felt complete.

  CHAPTER 14

  JORDAN ANSWERED his cell phone on the first ring, his gaze locked on the surveillance cameras tapped into the apartment across from Micah and Risa’s.

  “Jordan,” he answered the call.

  “We need a safe house,” Micah’s voice came over the line, heavy with regret and something more that had Jordan wincing. “I want her out of this. We have a chance of convincing Orion that I’m simply keeping her in the apartment and forcing him to make his move. I want her out of danger.”

 

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