by Lora Leigh
What was he doing with his mouth on her nipple? The way he suckled it, the way his teeth and tongue rasped over it, was making her insane. The deep drawing strokes were sending sharp bolts of sensation tearing into her belly, her clit.
She was helpless beneath him. Mikayla hadn’t imagined pleasure could be so sharp, so deep. As his lips moved from nipple to nipple, caressing and tormenting each in turn, she found herself growing desperate for more. More touch. More pleasure.
Her fingers dug into his hair, holding on to the strands as his hips rolled between her thighs, the hard wedge of his cock pressing into her lower stomach.
The pleasure was extreme. It rolled through her in waves of sensation too strong, too shocking, to assimilate as his lips moved from her breasts, lower, down her stomach, then to her thighs.
“You think you can handle it, little innocent?” he growled as his lips brushed over her thighs.
“Anything you want to dish out.” Lightning was going to strike her dead for that lie, because just the feel of the ends of his hair brushing along her thighs was throwing her senses into chaos.
That amused quirk of his lips was almost worth the lie, though. It was so sexy, wicked, dominant.
And just that quick sensation speared along her clit, jerking her body to high alert and drawing her knees up along his hips.
“Good?” he asked.
Good? His fingers were milking her clit. Gently she gave him that. But the effect was catastrophic. She would have retaliated if she had enough of her brain left to figure out how to retaliate.
Instead, her fingers tightened in his hair as her hips arched, driving her clit closer to his lips instead.
His lips stroked along either side of it, brushing her thighs, sparking flames along each nerve ending he encountered.
“That’s not fair,” she moaned.
“Fair would have us on opposite sides of the earth, sugar,” he crooned as his tongue swiped against her flesh. “Do you want me to play fair?”
“No.” Her head shook quickly. If he left her now, she might have to actually turn into the bitch her brothers swore she was becoming.
“Then what should I do?”
“Taste me.”
Mikayla froze. Nik even froze, as though the very idea that she had said such a thing stopped the world on its axis somehow.
Shy virgin Mikayla? Talking dirty?
She knew how to do it, she thought mutinously.
“Taste you?” he whispered a second before he placed a gentle kiss directly over her clit. “Mikayla, playtime is almost over. Are you very certain this is what you want?”
“I told you, do your worst.” She was insane and she knew it.
She wanted the memories, though. Every one of them. When he was gone, she wanted to know she had for the first time been who she wanted to be. That she was herself. That for once she threw caution to the wind and lived for the moment and grabbed the chance she had at true sensual pleasure.
Do his worst? Nik had varied and wicked scenarios he’d replayed in his imagination more than once where Mikayla was concerned.
Having her beneath him, naked, wild, was but part of it. He’d never imagined she was so courageous, so daring, as to challenge him to do his worst.
Because his worst could be bad. Sexual, dominant, and hungry, he was a man who knew the depths of his own hungers, just as he knew that holding back with this woman would be next to impossible.
She had dared him. Under normal conditions that wouldn’t be enough, but with Mikayla it was the switch that unlocked the sexual beast prowling beneath.
Staring up at her, he gave her one last level look from beneath his lashes, gauged her true courage, then parted the swollen folds of her pussy and laid his lips to the sweet pink sensitive flesh of her clit.
Her hips arched, strong and fast. Holding her thighs firmly, Nik held her in place as he placed kiss after delicate kiss against the throbbing nubbin.
Her hips jerked in his hold, strangled cries falling from her lips as he used his tongue with each kiss, flicked at the delicate knot of nerves, and began priming her body.
She was a virgin, not an idiot, Mikayla assured herself desperately as she felt her senses burning beneath the destructive kisses Nik placed on her swollen clit. She may not have physical experience, but she read. She listened. She watched television and she had her own fantasies. And she sensed what she liked. Which was pretty much anything with Nik.
Lifting her hips closer to him, she let herself revel in the pleasure racing through her, even as she fought to keep herself from becoming catatonic within it.
She wanted this. Every touch he would give her. But she wanted more as well. She wanted to touch as well as be touched. She wanted to drive him just as crazy for her as she was for him.
Broad shoulders were wedged between her thighs, holding her open to him as his lashes lifted, his gaze meeting hers as he licked around her clit. Stroked it, lashed at it in a caress so wickedly hot there should have been flames flickering over her flesh.
Watching, barely able to process anything but the pleasure, Mikayla arched closer, needing more.
And Nik was more than willing to give her more. As her juices eased from her vagina, his lips and tongue licked lower, drawing closer to the center of the vicious ache whipping through her body.
His fingers parted the folds of flesh as a moan tore from her lips once again. And he licked. Long, slow licks, his tongue flickering over the entrance, dipping inside, a harsh groan tearing from his throat as she arched closer.
God, she needed closer.
“Nik!” His name tore from her lips as his tongue thrust inside her, penetrating with a heat that tore the last shred of restraint from her mind.
Her thighs fell open further, knees lifting as her fingers buried in his hair to hold him closer to her. The feel of his tongue inside her, stroking flesh that had never been touched, exciting nerve endings just newly awakened.
She twisted against him, loving each caress, relishing it as her fingers bunched in his hair to hold him to her. Each lash and impalement of his tongue drove her closer to the edge, stoked the fires inside her higher, and built the need for more higher with every stroke.
She was going to come. She knew she was riding the edge, knew that once she slipped over it then there wouldn’t be a chance that this would be a shared adventure. It would become her adventure alone.
She wanted to touch him as well. Wanted to watch her hands stroke over his chest, feel the strength of his cock beneath her hand, her lips.
“Nik, please,” she moaned as shudders of near ecstasy began to wrack her body. “Please, Nik.”
“Please what, baby?” His head turned, his lips stroking against her inner thigh once again.
“Let me touch you. Please, Nik, before I come, I need to touch you.”
He couldn’t bear it.
Nik stared up at her, seeing his demise in dazed amethyst eyes and flushed feminine features. He didn’t dare allow her to touch him yet. Not yet.
As he held her gaze his fingers stroked into the tender slit of her pussy, parting the folds, following the shallow valley to the wet entrance of her sex.
Slick and heated, the little opening clenched at the touch of his finger, flexing against his caress. Her eyes dazed further. Hunger surged through him as her hips arched again, need tightening her body, then surprise as his fingers dipped lower, the tip of one stroking against the tight entrance of her rear.
She was close to orgasm. Close enough that he was confident he could restrain her need to touch as well.
Tucking the tip of his finger against the little rosette, he turned his attention back to the sweet, lush flesh of her pussy. The taste of her was incredible. Drawing him, intoxicating him as her knees lifted, one delicate foot rising to his hip as she opened herself further to him, testing every ounce of self-control that he had ever possessed.
He was losing himself to her; he could feel it. His cock throbbed with vic
ious need as his balls drew tight, the scent, the feel, of her making him insane for her.
Gripping her hip with one hand, he held her to him as his tongue flicked over her clit before drawing it into his mouth. He sucked at it gently, licking it with firm strokes as the tip of his finger eased inside the tender entrance lower.
She was trembling in his grip, her thighs tightening as muted cries fell from her lips. The flesh gripping the tip of his finger flexed and milked at the tip, tempting him to penetrate her further.
Sensual hunger was rising inside her. As her pussy became wetter, her anus eased, making his impalement of her easier, drawing him deeper as he pushed her closer.
Pleasure was a demon burning beneath Mikayla’s flesh, drawing her tighter, deeper, as she felt the impalement at her rear, Nik’s lips and tongue at her clit. She was drowning in sensation. Raking talons of pleasure were racing across her flesh, surging through her bloodstream until they exploded through every cell of her body.
His name tore from her lips. Her hips arched, a strangled scream escaping as electric surges of intense, overwhelming ecstasy raced through every nerve ending and threw her into a vortex of complete rapture.
It seemed never ending. A chaotic clash of sensations and pleasure that left her shaking, trembling in an aftermath she had no idea how to handle.
And it wasn’t enough.
She needed more.
Before he could grip her hips and hold her in place once again, before he could retain control and come over her to throw her senses off balance, Mikayla moved.
Nik straightened between her thighs, giving her the perfect opportunity to sit up quickly, her hands flattening against his hard abs, her gaze drawn to the thick erection rising hard and powerful from between his thighs.
“Mikayla.” His voice was strangled as she leaned forward, her lips pressing against the hard, muscular flesh of his lower stomach. “This isn’t a good idea, my love.”
She didn’t answer him. She didn’t have the ability to answer him. As she opened her eyes, her head turned, the fingers of one hand attempting to curve around the heavy flesh.
She was hungry for him. She needed to feel him, to taste him. As his fingers threaded through her hair, she feared in an attempt to pull her away from him, she lifted and pressed her lips to the heavily veined shaft.
Nik stilled. His fingers bunched in Mikayla’s hair, his gaze locked on her as he felt the satin heat of her lips against the tortured length of his cock.
Sweet mercy, she was destroying him and didn’t even know it. Even her touch was innocent, tentative, yet so damned sensual and hungry it was all he could do to not pull her head back and push the head of his cock into the sweet heated draw of her mouth.
He needed to hold her still, to keep her from taking him with such intimacy. Possessing her, stealing the veil of her innocence, was one thing. Actually stealing the core of her innocence was another thing. Entertaining fantasies of unleashing the wild, wanton side of Mikayla Martin might get him through the night, but doing it was a risk to his soul and he knew it.
Still, he felt helpless to do anything but watch as her tongue licked the engorged, darkened crest of his dick before swiping over it in a long, slow lick that sent a sizzle of pure lust electrifying his balls.
Staring down at her, he watched as her eyes fluttered closed and her lush, pert lips slowly covered the throbbing head of his cock.
He wasn’t going to be able to pull her away. He couldn’t pull her away. It was too damned good. Her mouth was liquid heat, her lips like hot silk, the draw of her mouth like pure ecstasy.
Son of a bitch. He was supposed to walk away from this? What had ever made him believe such a thing was possible?
The nails of one delicate hand raked down his abs as she held the hard shaft with the fingers of the other. Her lips and snug mouth drew on the engorged crest, her hot little tongue flickering over it as every muscle in his body tightened with the riptide of sensation washing through them.
The tentative, innocent movements were more destructive than any touch he had ever known in his life. He’d been with women whose experience more than matched his own, but even then he hadn’t been as affected as he was now.
Now, he was drowning in the fucking pleasure. It was tearing through his system with wildfire destructiveness and tearing at his determination to hold back, to ease the damage that could be done to her heart when this was over.
There was no holding back with his dick in her mouth, though, or the innocent movements that sucked him to the back of her throat, the murmur of a little moan vibrating against the tip before she pulled back and then took him all over again.
Before Nik could rein the hunger overtaking him, his fingers tightened in her hair and he was fucking her mouth with tight, controlled movements. Movements that taught her what she didn’t instinctively know.
As he watched her lips move on him, watched the hunger that filled her face as her lips enclosed him, Nik could feel the control he fought so hard to hold on to slipping out of his grip.
Electric fingers of sensation were racing from his balls up his spine and back again. Hunger was a ravenous need tearing at his mind now, demanding more than her lips, her slender fingers trying to enclose him. That hunger demanded that veil of innocence, as well as that core.
Buried beneath that hunger was a flame he fought to deny. A surge of possessiveness, of tenderness. A knowledge that in his life he had never felt anything like he was feeling now.
“Enough.” His voice was harsh as he pulled back, forcing his cock from the heat of her mouth as he pushed her to her back and moved between her thighs, his knees pressing her legs farther apart.
As she lay spread out before him like a luscious offering to the hunger raging through him, Nik couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate the unique beauty of her.
Her slumberous amethyst gaze gleamed with violet fire. The long strands of her wheat gold hair spread out around her as her swollen lips parted to breathe in roughly.
Firm ruby-tipped breasts rose and fell heavily, the pale globes tempting his lips, even as the curl-shrouded, dew-glistening mound of her pussy drew his gaze and the throbbing length of his dick.
“Are you sure?” It was the most insane question he could have asked. If she changed her mind now, then he was going to explode in agony rather than pleasure.
She reached down, her slender fingers gripping his cock as her hips lifted.
Searing feminine heat brushed against the head of his cock, causing him to grimace in erotic agony. The need to thrust inside her was making him crazy.
“Do you think I’m sure?” Her voice was breathy, breathless, as his hips shifted, his cock parting the swollen folds of her pussy to press against the tight, clenching entrance to her body.
He prayed for patience. His hands tightened on her thighs as he shifted closer, watching as his cock began to press inside her.
Heat surrounded the engorged crest, streaked up the shaft, and tore through his entire system.
Some instinct inside him was screaming, Mine. It broke past the shields he had kept around his soul for so many years and speared straight to the center of his spirit.
His. She belonged to him.
Mikayla stared up at Nik, feeling the slow, steady stretching at the entrance of her pussy. Pleasure/pain began to wash through her as he forged inside, his cock taking her, possessing her in ways she hadn’t expected.
She struggled to keep her eyes opened as she watched the folds of her sex part, watched the slick, juice-laden folds part and hug his flesh as he entered her.
“Nik.” Her hands gripped his wrists as he held her thighs, his hips pressing steadily forward. “Nik, I …” She licked her lips. She didn’t know what to say, what to do.
Pleasure was tearing through her; a tight, pinching burn was mixing with the violent eroticism and stoking the arousal inside her higher. Heat washed over her, burning beneath her flesh as a painful pleasure began to deepen.
“Hold on, baby.” Nik’s voice was deep, dark, stroking over her senses and pushing her higher. “Hold on to me, Mikayla.”
Her hands tightened on his wrists as she thought she knew what was coming. Deirdre and other friends had assured her there would be pain. The larger the man, the greater the pain, she had been assured.
Nik pushed inside her, his cock pressing against the thin shield of her virginity. His thumb moved to her clit, pressing against it, rotating and sending her senses screaming in sudden, vibrant sensation.
The orgasm that washed over her shocked her. It threw her into a pleasure so extreme she lost her breath, her voice, and any pain she would have felt as Nik surged inside her, breaking through the virgin shield she had saved for him.
A part of her acknowledged that. She hadn’t known him, hadn’t known who he was or when he would come into her life, but this was what she had saved herself for.
Wild, exquisite sensation crashed over her, arching her hips and burying his cock deeper, harder insider her as his hips thrust against her once again.
Pain was submerged in brutal pleasure. It was disguised in agonizing ecstasy as one orgasm surged through her even as she began to build toward another.
The feel of his cock stretching her, thrusting hard and deep inside her, had her entire body arching toward him as he came over her. His hard body surrounded her, his arms gathering her close as his lips covered hers.
A brutal male groan joined the tortured moan of pleasure that tore from her throat as his tongue thrust hungrily into her mouth.
His chest hairs rasped against her nipples; the stubble on his face rasped against her; his thighs caressed hers; his cock speared inside her. Hard. Deep. Triggering a climax that tore her from the very foundations of her soul and sent her flying into pure ecstasy.
Nik stiffened in her arms, his erection burying deep when she felt him tense, felt his cock pulse and throb inside her.
It was a rush of adrenaline and rapture. A high that Mikayla could have never imagined. One her friends had never warned her of. It was like flying into the sun and piercing paradise as Nik groaned her name, whispered something foreign, and collapsed against her.