Rough and Ready (Outlaw Warriors)

by Cathleen Ross

  He raised his head as she placed her mouth over his cock. “You sure you don’t want me to take a shower?”

  “Hell, no. I love how you smell. How we smell together. I can’t seem to get enough of you.” She lifted his balls before licking under the seam, her hands weighing his nutsack, her tongue wiggling to get to closer to his anus, but he kept his thighs closed.

  She was a lot more adventurous than he’d first thought, and he could see she was enjoying exploring his body. How far would she go to satisfy him?

  She licked over the top of his balls before taking him in her mouth, sucking the head of his cock like a lollipop before pulling off for a moment. “Hugo?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “You’re like honey to the bee.”

  “Oh man,” he sighed as she enclosed his knob with her hot lips and moved down his shaft with a slow, hedonistic pace. Honey to a fucking bee. Did women still talk like that?

  She moved her hand to the bottom of his shaft, getting a firm grasp of him before increasing her pace. Hot, horny heaven. He stared down at her taking his cock like he were dinner and she’d been on a diet for years. He liked to think he could pick a good lay in a woman, but she confused him.

  He had a thing about delightful Southern women, but he would never have chosen her, not after the life he’d led.

  Hugo tensed his butt muscles and rolled his hips, letting out a deep groan as she took him in right to the back of her throat. God, it felt great having her do this without a condom. It’d be a shame to have to slide another on, but asking her to go bareback was like asking for a relationship.

  He didn’t do them. Not long term.

  Hit it and quit it was more his mode.

  She growled as she took him, twisting the base of his cock with her hand, her wet lips covering what was left, sucking and twisting in the other direction, so that the whole of his cock was consumed.

  Transfixed, Hugo watched, amazed at her glazed eyes and hollowed-out cheeks as she possessed him, until the raw, searing pleasure of it took over and his eyes became hooded.

  Her rhythm built, and her head bobbed so that the sensitive tip of his cock met the back of her throat. He gasped. His stomach tensed until his abdomen became rock hard. He was so close. It was like being sucked by a tornado, and he sank back into the mattress, giving himself over to it, rolling his hips to the rhythm she created. She was so into it. So into him.

  Suddenly he was coming, the intensity of it slamming into him as he, unable to hold back, moaned his release. Hell, it wasn’t like him to lose it, but he arched his back then thrust up, hard and selfish, desperate for release.

  She swallowed everything he had to give, leaving him gasping.

  She sat back on her heels grinning, this sweet little woman with her perky boobs and slim hips. “So, Hugo?”

  “Hmmm?” Hell, he couldn’t talk. He was still catching his breath, overwhelmed by her enthusiasm and being milked dry. How could he have read this woman so wrong? He’d thought she’d be finicky about sex. Precious. His head was spinning, and he wanted to roll over and go to sleep, preferably with her in his arms.

  “Can you tell me what you mean by rough sex?”

  Chapter Six

  Alice adjusted the pillows so she could stare straight into Hugo’s sea-green eyes, needing answers. Rough sex. What the hell was that? He was still befuddled by his orgasm, so she knew it was the time to drill down to the truth.

  He frowned and looked away from her, but she put her hand on his cheek and steered his face to hers. “Talk to me. I need answers. I want to understand what you mean by rough sex.”

  He shifted onto his side, regarding her warily as if he was cautious of letting her in. “I’m an adrenaline junky. My teachers hated me. They did a psych evaluation on me because I couldn’t concentrate. Turned out I was smart but a high-risk individual, attracted to danger.”

  “Why doesn’t that surprise me? I swear you lit up in that bar like you wanted to fight. You goaded Beast. Even a knife to the throat didn’t stop you. You’re nuts.”

  He grinned. “I enjoy pitting myself against an enemy. I love the feel of flesh on flesh. Of punishing the opposition. Someone I can fight until he has nothing left, until I’m exhausted too, but I have to get up again.”

  “You don’t seem to have any fear.” Intrigued, she wanted to know: what kind of man was he?

  “I’m not proud of it, but you’re right. I get off on danger. I’m not a desk-job man. Normal everyday stuff bores me, but I have to find a way to fit back into society.”

  “So what are you telling me? You’ve had sex once, and now you’re bored. Am I some sort of experiment to help you settle?”

  He stroked her cheek with feather-light fingers. “No. That’s not what I’m saying. This job, protecting you, is exactly what I like.” He grinned. “Along with the special benefits. I’m fine with normal sex, too, but it doesn’t give me a high. I like to play games. Edgy stuff. That’s what gets me off.”

  “Edgy. What’s edgy?”

  His eyes brightened when she said it, though she could see that he was wary. Hugo sighed. “It’s not politically correct to say that I’d like to drag you into the bedroom, hold you down, dominate and fuck you.”

  Worry zapped down her spine. “Do you want to hurt me?”

  “God no. Never. I’d tease you. Play with you. Make you come under my command.”

  “What about frighten me? You mentioned dominance.” She couldn’t let it go.

  “No. Just role play. Characters. Settings.”

  “So, I’d enjoy it, right?” He was a generous lover. But what if he turned into an animal? He’d been a man at war for years. Perhaps even a man at war with himself. She didn’t know him well enough to tell, but there was something rippling under the surface.

  “Of course.”

  She pushed away from him and sat thinking about it. “It’s almost like too much, too soon. I don’t know you. It’s kind of out there.”

  His expression closed down, so he looked stern, on edge, the way he had in the bar. “You think I’m a freak?”

  “I’d like to know why you want rough sex. Is it something to do with being at war so long?”

  “Maybe. I dunno.” He narrowed his eyes as if concentrating. “I enjoy sex when it’s kinky. It’s like I’m totally involved in the fantasy. I don’t think about anything else except who I’m with.”

  “Well that beats being with someone who answered his phone while we were doing it.”

  “What the fuck?”

  “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I tell you too much. Anyway, let’s just say I’m intrigued by your offer.” Like standing on the edge of an iceberg trying to see underneath.

  “You ever play games before?” he asked her.

  “No. My one relationship was conservative.”

  “One, huh? That bore you?”

  “No. It was fine.” She’d thought they were planning a life together.

  “Fine? What’s fine? What was he? Missionary man?”

  “Truth was he worked such long hours and I was studying and working, sex didn’t feature much.” He didn’t make time for her, or he’d cancel at the last minute because of a long surgery. She wasn’t his priority.

  “You settled for that?”

  “Don’t torment me, Hugo.” She flicked her hand, slapping him lightly to hide the rawness of her broken heart. “I thought he was a good man. He saves babies for God’s sake. I admired him and his dedication to his work. That was a serious relationship. We’d snatch time together. I wasn’t focused on the sex. To be honest, I didn’t like it that much.”

  “What?”

  She shrugged, trying to ignore his shocked expression. “It wasn’t that good, okay? Maybe I wasn’t that good, but I thought we were forever.”

  “Nothing’s forever, sweetheart.”

  “I know. Okay? I learned my lesson the hard way. Goes with the territory of being a biker’s daughter. I know this is just a fuck for
you.”

  He leaned forward to stroke her arm. “Hey, I never said that,” he said, his voice gentle. “In fact, I think I said the opposite. I’m surprised the sex was so good.”

  She scowled at him, unable to slam the door on her disenchantment. What did she want? Hugo to declare he cared about her just because they’d made love once? Forget it. He couldn’t stay in one place for long. He wasn’t for her.

  He kept stroking her like he was trying to soothe a disgruntled cat. “You need a lot of attention, sweetheart?”

  “My name’s Alice, and no, I don’t need loads of attention, but I like my man to be present when he’s with me.”

  “Noted. What about courting?” He raised one eyebrow.

  “Don’t make me out to be needy. I know what this is. We’re not dating. It’s fucking. That’s it. Okay?” Why’d she suddenly want to cry?

  He gathered her up into his arms and held her close. “I’d like to take you out. You’re cute.”

  She pinched his nipple. “Stop saying that. I’m a nurse. I’ve seen death close up. I was raised in a biker club. I’m not cute.”

  “Yeah, you are. You know what I think?”

  “What?” she snapped, her whole body tense. She’d talked more about herself than she should with this stranger, but he had a way of getting under her skin.

  “You’ve never been courted.”

  “And you’ve spent most of your life in the army. What you do know about courting?”

  “More than you, clearly.”

  “Stop trying to peel me. I’m not an onion. Stick with sex. I’m good with that.”

  He gave her a penetrating gaze. “Okay. We need to talk more about what you like in bed. I don’t want you freaked out or complaining you didn’t know what was going to happen when we play. Is there anything that turns you off?”

  She frowned, determined to rebalance her equilibrium. It annoyed the hell out of her that the pain from her failed relationship kept rising up, making her vulnerable. She certainly didn’t want to think about what she expected from a man emotionally. She needed to keep her head screwed on straight. Focus on the sex.

  “You’re not putting that thing anywhere near my anus.”

  He laughed.

  “I mean it.” There was no way that was going to happen.

  “I hear you. What else?”

  “I’m not swinging or having sex with anyone else.”

  “I won’t share you, so we’re good there,” he said.

  “I’m fine with commands, but I’m not sure about pain level.” She’d never explored anything like this.

  “So spanking’s out?”

  “Not with your plate-sized hands,” she said, eyeing them warily.

  “I won’t do anything that leaves bruises. Told you before, I’m not a freak.”

  She looked down at her hips, where he’d gripped her hard when they were having sex. Funnily enough, the skin was pink, but not bruised. He was everything he said he was going to be. Exciting. Sexy. Moreish. “Well, maybe I am, because I want to try this. I mean, it’s hardly normal, is it?”

  “You don’t know crap. You’ve only had missionary man.”

  “Don’t talk about him anymore. I mean it.” He’d offered her a stable life. Hugo was an itinerant; he couldn’t offer her anything, so she’d settle for the freaky sex.

  “Biting okay with you?” he asked.

  “That’s okay, but if you’re too hard, I’ll hit you.”

  “Hitting is your stop word?” He raised his eyebrows.

  “If you bite too hard, yes.”

  He grinned. “What about bondage?”

  “Too much, too soon.” She frowned, thinking about it. “I don’t know you well enough, but when I do, I might be open to it.”

  “Fair enough.” He leaned forward and licked her nipple.

  She shivered with pleasure. “I’ve never talked about sex like this. I like that I get to decide my boundaries.”

  He gripped her forearms, his deep-set green eyes alight with intensity. “Better than that. You get to smash them.”

  Chapter Seven

  The seven a.m. to seven p.m. shift was a bitch, but this time Hugo would be waiting for her at the end of it. She only had to stir, and his grip on her waist tightened as if he were guarding her in her sleep. It was great to feel him beside her, but work was work, and she was never late. “Hugo, let me go.”

  His eyes snapped open, and in the early morning light she noticed he had teal-colored bands around his green irises. He pulled her close, and his erection pressed against her hip. “Morning, gorgeous,” he said with an I-want-to-fuck-you grin.

  She met his grin with one of her own, remembering the extraordinary sex they’d had last night. “I have to get up and shower. I start work in an hour.”

  She slithered from his grasp and climbed out of bed when he grabbed her from behind and yanked her onto her back, climbing on top of her. She squealed with the play of it, her heart racing, and she stared up at him.

  His expression had hardened so that his face was tight and his normally wide eyes slitted with intent. He had a feral, hungry look about him.

  “Is this what you mean by rough sex?”

  “Do you want it to be?”

  “I’m not sure. I know we talked things through, but doing is different from talking. I’m scared and interested.”

  “I’ll go easy on you the first few times until you know what to expect.” He forced her hands above her head and pinioned them, his whole body totally covering hers, weighing her down. She’d never been physically forced. The doctor had been a gentle lover with soft white hands. Hugo’s hands had calluses and scars, and his body was hard and muscled everywhere. A shiver of apprehension overtook her.

  “You want me to stop, say it. Understand?”

  Just the way he spoke to her made her wet.

  “Answer me,” he ordered.

  “I understand.”

  “You want this?”

  “Yes.”

  He transferred his weight onto his knees, took her hands into one of his own, freeing the other. He reached between her legs and touched her there, his forefinger sliding over her clitoris. “I want you wet because I’m going to fuck you hard and cover you in my cum. You’re going to know you’re mine. Open your thighs.”

  She was used to rough talk from men, but not dirty stuff that made her think of rape. It was terrifying, and she wondered which was the real Hugo? She barely knew this man.

  “Open them or I’ll make you,” he said, his voice rough and mean.

  “St…stop.”

  The change in his expression was instantaneous. “You okay, Alice?”

  “Yes. I lost you, and it frightened me. I wanted to see if the nice Hugo I know would come back.”

  He grinned, and his eyes crinkled at the sides. “I’m always here. Want to keep playing?”

  “Sure.”

  He released her hands and pushed her thighs open, sliding two fingers in deep, pressing the pad of his thumb on her clit. She gasped at the invasion. Her leg muscles protested, and she swatted him, but he gripped her wrists and with a deadly stare forced them over her head again.

  She stared at him, amazed at the transformation from mannered Hugo to someone else. Someone feral. It was a game, but instinctively she knew, when it came to sex, this was the real Hugo.

  “You are going to learn to do as I say. Come when I say.”

  Still sensitive from the night before, she groaned as a ripple of pleasure coursed through her.

  He rotated his thumb around her clit, stroking over the sensitive top, moving swiftly with light precision, the pressure not firm enough to let her get off. She bucked her hips, trying to increase the pressure, but he lifted his hand slightly. All thoughts of being late for work left her mind; instead, she looked up into his face with its sardonic smile.

  “Damn you, Hugo.”

  “Yeah, I’m damned. A real bastard.” He bent and bit on her nipples. Shock speare
d through her, and she opened her mouth to scream, except he increased the pressure on her clit, as his fingers rubbed over her G-spot. The pain became pleasure, especially as he licked her nipples where it burned.

  She clenched and squeezed at his fingers, maddened by the torment, desperate for release.

  “Now you can come.”

  He slid his thumb upward from her entrance, over the fleshy part of her clit, repeating it with firm pressure until lights exploded behind her eyes. She screamed and groaned, her legs straightening as she arched her back, her hips jerking in rapid motion until she wondered if she were some sort of doll and he was pulling the strings.

  He removed his fingers and slid on a condom, before pushing his huge palm between her thighs, forcing her to open her legs. Then he positioned himself between her hips, driving in hard with one thrust.

  She groaned as the length of him stretched her, filling her. When he started to thrust, he used long, rapid plunges, not slow, cautious movements like last night.

  She closed her eyes, consumed.

  “Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered. “You don’t go anywhere when I fuck you. You stay under my command.” He let go of her arms and grabbed her hair, twisting it, so that the roots of her hair burned. She yelped and stared up at him, terrified. Would he stop if she asked him to?

  She hovered on the edge of fear, of sheer naked lust that stopped her asking for her freedom. Sex had never been like this.

  He roared, thrusting into her before pulling out, ripping off the condom, and wanking onto her belly.

  She lay there breathing, taking in the sight of him. The man was an animal. Primal. Exciting.

  “Are you okay, Alice?” The Hugo she knew was back, his tone gentle and concerned.

  “I froze when you pulled my hair. I was frightened but crazily turned on too.”

  “I know. I felt it the instant you did. Why didn’t you ask me to stop?”

  “Because I knew you would. It was wonderful and scary.”

  “Was I too rough?”

  She touched her breasts where there were teeth indents. “No. I’m just learning your body and how mine reacts. That was amazing.” She’d enjoyed that a little too much. Maybe she was the freak.