“Harder.”
She did what he bade while he fucked her relentlessly. It seemed to go on forever, each minute an exquisite torture as he drove her higher. He was still in control, still every bit the master, when she went over.
Her body spasmed, her cunt clutching that big, hard cock, begging for every last inch, every last thrust. She cried out as she climaxed, but he didn’t stop. He kept slamming into her, flailing away until she did just as he predicted and screamed.
Her mind exploded, shattering, scattering. Every muscle seized in a hard, prolonged come. She was gasping for air, her ears still ringing when she finally returned to earth.
Felicity realized then that Reinen was holding himself back. He leaned over her, his cock still huge and straining, pulsing inside her body, his body tense and his breath hard. When she recovered enough to focus, she saw the grimace that signaled his fight for control.
She didn’t understand what held him back, but knew to be afraid when he finally eased a little and opened his eyes. He pulled out of her and left her with her legs hanging over the edge of the counter. Abruptly pulling his tee shirt over his head, he used it to wipe away the sweat from his face before he threw it aside.
His chest and abs were incredibly muscled. His breathing was still rough and she could see the movement of his cut abs with each lift of his chest.
And the dragon. Its body nestled along his side, under his left arm. The tail curved around his back and shoulder to end wrapped around his bicep. Its long neck ran up his chest, to where its eyes flashed and it breathed fire over Reinen’s heart.
She’d have been happy to study both man and tattoo at length. But he had other ideas. He grasped her hips. “Roll over.”
The instruction was unnecessary. By the time she processed it, he already had her turned. She lay flat against the counter, her legs dangling. He wrapped her hands in his and slid them forward, across the width of the counter. As he did it, he snugged up behind her, his cock nestling into the crease of her ass. While he nudged her there, he pressed her fingers until she grasped the far counter edge, securing her there with her bare ass entirely exposed.
He backed off but put his big hands over the globes of her ass, squeezing and then giving her a little slap. “Stay put.”
Then he walked away from her. She heard him open a cupboard, and a few seconds later he dropped a tiny ceramic dish on the counter and slid it into her view. Another moment of motion and he was back, silently pouring from a bottle a small amount of olive oil into the dish.
“You know what I’m going to do to you, don’t you, baby?”
She didn’t have to guess. She watched as he dipped a finger into the oil. Her breath caught as he touched her, the cool oil a shock.
He was readying her ass for a fuck.
And he wasn’t politely asking about it.
“Reinen.”
He’d started just circling, stimulating nerves that sent a startling and somewhat anxiety-provoking jolt of pleasure through her. But when she spoke his name in objection, he answered in his blunt, nonverbal way. He pressed in.
“Ahh.” It was another protest—mostly. She was pretty sure he was using his thumb, just enough into the sphincter to make its presence known. “Wait.”
He circled his thumb, making her squeal and tense. It was another no-nonsense communication. “You’re not balking now, are you, Red?”
Umm. “Maybe.”
“No, baby.” He leaned over her, his breath hot. He circled his thumb and the wicked scrape of his nail made her shudder. “You want this. I know you do.”
Her breath came out in a nervous skitter.
“I said I was going to be rough. You said you weren’t going to run. You had your chance. If you didn’t want me to fuck you in the ass, you shouldn’t have agreed to those terms. So tell me you want this.”
He scraped a little harder and his point was made. It felt wicked and crude and very, very hot.
“Yes.”
She screeched as he shoved his thumb in the very second she gave her consent. He was inside her, as deep as his thumb would go, stretching that tight sphincter. It was incredibly intimate, a touch disturbing, and electrifyingly exciting. “Wait! Wait—I’ve never—”
Reinen stilled. “You’ve never—” He leaned closer over her, his lips smoothing along her shoulder. “Is this a virgin ass, Red? Are you telling me Brian-the-asshole never—”
Felicity shook her head.
“Fuck, baby. You don’t know how hot that is. Sorry, though. If I’d known, I’d have started out a little gentler.” His teeth grazed her skin. “Maybe.”
His thumb came out, and she saw his fingers again, dipping into the oil. “Still, the thought of being your first makes me incredibly hot for it.” He started rubbing her again and then dipping in, reaming her a little, and then more. “And my cock is ready to explode. I can’t wait, baby. You’re just going to have to take it.”
His fingers withdrew, and then she felt another touch—bigger, fuller, and hard. He pressed in just a little and held there, stretching her. “Let me in, sweet bitch. You’re so fucking tight.”
Felicity knew she’d tensed and was making matters worse. Reinen lifted up and grasped her hips. The image of it seduced her—the picture of him standing there, his muscled, tattooed body arched and needy, his hands gripping her, the tip of his big cock just entering her. The length of him on the verge of penetration. The base, primal taking that was coming.
With a groan, she let herself relax, let herself welcome him.
He was immediately aware and, with a feral growl, sank deeply into her. “So fucking tight, babe. So fucking good.” He started banging her, nothing gentle about his thrusts or his words. He thrust hard into her, snarling and cursing, rough, foul words that described what he felt, what he saw, and what he was doing to her.
He gripped her harder, lifting her up to receive him, and she knew she’d have bruises in the outline of his fingers. He thrashed into her, mastering her so that all she could do was take it, just has he’d told her.
Howling, he came in hot, hard spasms. Even with the condom, it seemed as though she could feel him blast into her, deep inside her body.
It was his orgasm alone. But still, it was incredibly powerful, incredibly taking, so that she cried out, too, wailing as he shuddered and emptied himself into her.
* * * *
Jesus. Reinen pulled out, letting the condom slip off and fall ignominiously to the floor. He should have inspected it. The way he’d exploded into her, he’d likely ruptured the damn thing. Fuck it, because he didn’t fucking care. If he’d shot his cum up her ass, well that was just so much sealing the deal that made her his.
He couldn’t believe the fucking pleasure he’d had since he’d picked her up. She was a freaking siren, coming so hard, three times easy. And then hollering out like that when he’d come in her ass. Like it was the hottest orgasm she’d ever had even though he hadn’t helped her out in any way. He could have been a gentleman and worked her clit—he knew she’d have come again. It had been beyond him, though, to do it. He’d acted like a brute, lost in that ferocious hot pleasure.
It was so freaking over the top, being inside her like that, taking her virgin ass and having her just as wild with it as he was.
Nothing had ever been better. Nothing.
He’d practically fallen to his knees in the glory of it. As it was, he was collapsed down on top of her and they were both about to hit the floor. Her fingers had slipped and there was just about nothing at all holding them up.
He dug for his manhood and pushed himself up. He grabbed her as she slid for the floor and turned her around into his arms. He caught a glimpse of her face before she burrowed into his chest. She looked about as stunned as he felt. Holding her against him with one arm, he worked his hand through that lovely hair.
“Fuck, baby. That was fucking—” Sweet. Taking. Compelling. Binding.
Shit. “Hot. Freaking hot.”
He wondered if she could walk. He hadn’t exactly gone easy on her.
Figuring she deserved a little consideration, he hiked up his jeans and swung her up into his arms. She met his gaze—peacefully, he thought—for just a second before her head lolled over onto his shoulder.
He’d done some house reconstruction and opened up two of the bedrooms, making himself a decent suite with a totally indulgent bathroom. He carried her up the stairs and set her on her feet, propped against him, while he reached behind the glass door of the slate-lined shower. He was a big guy and so he’d made a big space of it and put showerheads on all sides. Still keeping her propped against him, he toed off his shoes and then shimmied out of his jeans. “Step,” he said, and backed her in.
She was a bit of a hedonist, groaning her pleasure as the hot water streamed over her. When she seemed steady on her feet, he cupped her head and gently took her mouth. Lord, he liked the taste of her.
His cock didn’t seem to realize it shouldn’t reasonably expect more of her. It nuzzled into her belly, though he made a manful effort to ignore it. He interspersed kisses with a gentle cleansing, soaping up his hands and hitting all her hot spots. His, too.
By the time he was done with that she was recovered a bit, and his cock had passed that point where it could be ignored. She hadn’t seemed to mind a little extra attention as he’d washed her tits and pussy. Or her ass. When he held her face to check her gaze, she gave him back a little interested glimmer.
Hell. There was no point in failing to make hay while this particular sun shined.
“Get on your knees, baby.”
Her eyes flared a bit, but he looked at her straight until she yielded.
He supported her as she went down. He brushed her hair back over her head so he could have a good look and kept his hand right there, cupping her skull. With his other hand, he took hold of one nipple.
She looked back up at him for a minute, and he had to admit he liked that—his woman on her knees in front of him in sweet submission. That thing stirred in his heart again, and he was afraid she might see it in his eyes. She seemed to study him with interest.
Fuck it. He gave her nipple a tug to get her down to business.
Like a compliant little bitch, she got the message. She put her hands on him, both fists fitting along the length of him. She rubbed up and down some, gentle strokes and then, as he gave her a little groan of encouragement, more roughly. Toying with his sac with her fingers, she circled her other thumb up over his tip.
“That’s good, baby, good. But use your mouth, cunt.”
Okay, maybe that was taking it a bit too far. He knew she’d swallowed it down when he’d called her “bitch.” He kind of hoped it would be the same turn-on to her as it was to him, to have her acquiesce to his inner beast. To have her accept that primal, male dominance. But she held back, looking steadily up at him. Their eyes battled a little until he caved. “Please. Baby.”
Apparently satisfied, she gave a kind of siren’s gleam that made him a little scared and cheered him at the same time. She might be a sweet, slightly submissive bitch, but she wouldn’t be his full-out sex slave, entirely surrendering to his dominion. Quite.
And, it appeared, he’d fucking grovel if he had to.
That settled, she put her tongue out and slid it up his length. Like he was a total goner, he shuddered at just that one stroke. Encouraging her, he nudged her head closer and tugged on her tit.
She opened and took him in. His cock was standing up like a freaking flagpole, and she had to go high up on her knees to reach the tip of it. He liked the way that kept her tit within reach, and he took full advantage, diddling her while she got to work. She didn’t have a chance of taking his whole length in, but she sucked him into her mouth and used her hands on the rest of him.
He rocked a little into her. Watching his cock fuck her mouth was a hot turn-on. “That’s good, baby. Christ, you’re so fucking good.”
She wasn’t, really. Not that good. She’d gag if he went too deep. Apparently old Brian had never taken her throat, either. He tried to coach her to swallow him down, but she wasn’t really getting the hang of it.
He didn’t mind. He kind of liked it, even, that she wasn’t a pro at this. He would be entirely happy to take his time initiating her to it, and it gave him a certain kick thinking about it. Brian-the-asshole really did have to be an idiot, and too damn bad for him. The girl was entirely educable.
He settled for just pumping into her mouth, which was hot and sweet enough. He pulled on her tit, and she got into it just like she had with that amazing ass fuck. Her body rocked a little in rhythm with his strokes, and she hummed around his cock.
It suddenly was good, too good, and in a couple more minutes he wasn’t thinking at all about the lessons he’d give or how much of a dick Brian was. He was just leaning back, going with the bliss of it. Feeling her sweet mouth pull on him, her tongue stroke him. He was fucking getting off. Out of control, he was about to blast down her throat.
He secured her head and quickened his pace. He jerked his fingers on her tit, rattling her breast. He was over the top just that quick. Howling with the unexpected pleasure of it, he started cursing. “Fuck. Fuck! I’m going to come! Swallow, baby. Fucking swallow!”
Just like before, she moaned like she was coming herself. She pumped him with her hands and sucked him like she was eager for his cum.
He gave it to her. God, he went over like a teenager, entirely out of control. He didn’t ease her into it with a little taste, but spurted helplessly, his full load, filling her mouth with it.
She nearly took him to his knees again. He had to prop himself up with his hands on the shower wall while he finished spilling into her. She sucked and licked and stroked, going after every bit of it, still moaning like she loved it.
Finally he was spent, his dick flaccid in her hands. She sat back on her heels, looking nothing but pleased with herself.
She should the fuck be.
Christ. He had a little minute of wondering if he was in trouble. Too satisfied to care, he found his legs and drew her up. He put his arms around her and kissed her.
In that way he didn’t want to think about, it was an adoring kiss, gentle and sweet and intimate.
When he lifted up to look at her, she seemed to understand it.
And he fucking didn’t know what to say.
* * * *
Felicity was pretty sure something about that shower sex had worried Reinen. He gave her such a look after and kissed her so sweetly, almost tentatively. She’d already figured out that he was a verbal guy, not hesitating at all to instruct her or tell her what he wanted.
But he was silent now as he turned off the shower and then gently bundled her into a huge, soft towel. He lifted her again in that he-man way she was beginning to love. Carrying her to his big lake of a bed, he set her down to turn back the bedding and then laid her in the center.
His house was a beauty and he clearly cared for it in the way it deserved. Beyond the kitchen, she’d barely caught a glimpse of anything other than his bedroom suite and bath, but they were lovely. The furnishings were contemporary, with sleek lines and smooth wood. He wasn’t afraid of color, using jewel tones of greens and blues accented with fuchsia and black. The space was neat and ordered but entirely comfortable and appealing.
From the side of the bed, Reinen took a good, long look at her. She should be more than satiated, but she knew he was intending to turn her on with that hot perusal, and he was succeeding.
He’d used her body selfishly twice now, with that rough ass-fucking in the kitchen—that was an unexpectedly stirring experience—and then coming into her mouth in the shower. Somehow, she knew him well enough to know that he’d figure he owed her.
Felicity had to stop and think about how she kne
w that. She considered it as she watched him watching her, just enough light in the room to see the glitter of his eyes.
She’d been with Brian for three years. She’d had a boyfriend in nursing school, too, and one, her first, during her senior year of high school. Still, growing up, she’d lived with only one sister and a single mom. Guys were strange to her, and she’d always used caution around them. She’d never had sex the first night she’d known a man—or the first week, or even, almost, the first month.
And she’d never felt she’d known a guy, understood his thinking, or found him completely trustworthy so quickly as she did with Reinen. So quickly, or ever. Despite his aggressive sexuality, his tendency to dominate, she felt utterly safe with him.
She felt like she knew him. Oh, not the details that would take years to learn, but the basic qualities of him, his fundamental nature. He’d have a code that he lived by, and he took it seriously. He’d use a woman roughly, yes, but he’d also take care of her. She had not a moment’s doubt that, if she wanted him to, he would, indeed, help her move out of Brian’s condo in the morning.
This wasn’t a new experience for him. She’d guess that, in the past, he would hit a bar and find a new woman every weekend, or even each night on the weekend. That he would treat her to attentive, stupendous sex, paying superb attention to her needs at the same time he indulged his own intense sexual drive.
Still, she’d predict that, more recently, such a pattern of brief, uncommitted sexual encounters had lost its appeal, that he’d become dissatisfied with it. He was looking for something different, but he probably hadn’t even realized it yet. That was why she’d seen surprise at himself when he’d touched her and kissed her so gently.
Maybe she presumed too much, but she was right about this one thing. He thought he owed her more pleasure.
In the dark, he lay down beside her and lifted up on his elbow so he could see her. With his lips, he kissed her eyes closed.
She waited a delightfully long, erotic moment for what was coming. It was just a gentle touch at first, a stroking of his thumb over her skin where his hand secured her along her side. It was a portent, a sweet tease, and he kept it up until her breathing changed with the seduction of it.
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