by BETH KERY
“Alice?”
“Yes,” she moaned mindlessly. She was in a fever. The idea of him in her mouth maddened her. “I’m going to suck your cock. Whatever you want.”
“What I want right now is for you to come.” He took the reins from her. He lifted the hand between her legs and popped her labia. It was a tap, really, but a taut, precise one. Alice gasped, her body clenching tight at his unexpected action. He plunged his forefinger back into the juicy cleft, rubbing briskly. A startled cry left her throat as she shuddered in orgasm.
“That’s right,” he said behind her, his tone lust-bitten. He worked her through a hot delicious climax, his hand moving demandingly at her sex.
Alice opened her eyelids a moment later when Dylan’s hand slid out of her button fly, leaving a trail of warm juices along her pelvis and lower belly.
“Riding lessons are over,” he rasped.
“They went a lot better than I expected,” she replied dazedly.
She loved his sharp bark of laughter. He hastily pulled her shirt down to cover her opened jeans. He pulled on the reins, and Quinn turned sharply.
“How should we get to the stables?” he asked pointedly.
“Fast,” Alice panted without a trace of hesitation.
Dylan flicked the reins and moved his legs, and Quinn was speeding them to the stables.
THE dim cool interior of the stables was a delight to her hot skin and sun-dazed eyes. She followed Dylan as he led Quinn to a fenced-off paddock that was separate from the individual horse stables in the distance. She watched as he quickly and efficiently loosened the girth and removed the bridle. He tied off Quinn a moment later and turned to where she was waiting in the corner near some bales of hay. The lighting was very dim in here, but she could see his lustrous eyes gleam as his gaze dipped over her.
“We didn’t work Quinn hard, but it’s hot out. I need to unsaddle and brush him down before I stable him. He shouldn’t wait. I don’t want him to be uncomfortable.”
“Okay,” she said.
He nodded once, but he didn’t turn. The air between them seemed to crackle with electricity. He just kept staring at her with a hard inscrutable look on his shadowed face. Her gaze dropped over him as if of its own will, skimming his lean hard torso and lingering on his full crotch.
“Fuck,” he muttered tensely, stepping toward her at the same time he ripped at his button fly. Alice’s heart jumped when he jerked his jeans and a pair of white boxer briefs down to his thighs. He reached for her shoulders. “Just give me a taste before I stable him,” he rasped, his bold face looking fierce as he stared down at her.
“You’re sure no one will come in?” she whispered, her gaze latched onto the temptation of his cock where it poked out lewdly beneath the hem of his T-shirt.
“Not likely. Kevin, if anyone, and if he did, we’d have a few seconds of warning before he reached us.”
She nodded and sank down to her knees. The smooth head of his cock brushed against her cheek. Her breath caught. She worked desperately at her gloves while she turned her head, letting the flaring crown brush across her sensitive lips. He grunted softly. Impatiently.
He slid his hand along the shaft, cradling his weight. “Open those beautiful lips, Alice.” She looked up at him, her fingers freezing on the snap of her glove. She parted her lips. Their gazes held as he pushed his cock into her mouth. The crown slid onto her tongue. The thick shaft stretched her lips tight. He paused, his eyes glittering as he stared down at her. Alice swirled her tongue around the flaring cockhead. His rigid cheek muscle twitched. He withdrew and plunged back into her, groaning harshly.
“Ah, Jesus. What a hot little mouth,” he muttered tensely, pulsing between her lips for a moment. His hand moved to the back of her head.
Behind them, Quinn whickered. Dylan blinked and cursed. He drew out of her mouth, a snarl shaping his lips. For a moment, his slick erection bobbed in front of her face, heavy and mouthwatering.
“Let me take care of Quinn. Just a minute,” he said, his jaw clenched very hard. Alice nodded, understanding, but also excited.
Hungry.
Dylan helped her to her feet. He turned away, fastening his jeans in a cursory manner, his haste obvious. Alice, too, fastened her button fly with clumsy fingers—she hadn’t fastened them since she’d climaxed in the corral—and sat on a bale of hay. He rapidly unsaddled Quinn. She loved watching him, admiring his sure action and flexing muscles, captured by the brisk yet somehow sensual movements as he toweled off and brushed the horse’s sleek coat. He didn’t look around at her as he led Quinn out of the paddock to stable him, but she knew he was highly aware of her. She felt his attention on her like a mild current on every inch of her skin.
Her anticipation bordered on anxiety waiting for him to return. She wanted to please him. She just plain wanted him.
But surely he’s been with more skilled, knowledgeable lovers than you.
Alice wasn’t sure that her clawing hunger for him was enough to please him.
She heard the sound of his boot steps coming closer. Her breath caught at the sight of his tall form. He approached, watching her from beneath a lowered brow, peeling off his remaining glove as he entered the paddock. He walked over to where she sat and tossed the glove on the hay behind her. For a moment, their gazes locked. Something she read in his lustrous dark eyes made everything but her desire fade.
Wordlessly, Alice reached for his waistband and unbuttoned his jeans. He helped her get his clothing over his swollen erection and down to his thighs.
“I’m going to be coming in no time,” he said.
Her heart paused at his stark confession of boiling need. It was exactly what she required at that moment.
She ran her hand along the underside of his thrusting erection, overwhelmed by the weight of his arousal. No wonder he said he’d be coming soon. He was stretched tight with lust. His need sparked her own flame high. She lifted the succulent cockhead to her lips. He hissed between clenched teeth and cupped the back of her head with his palm.
She knew instinctively Dylan would like it fierce and forceful. Why wouldn’t he, when those two words described the essence of his character? She sucked him into her mouth, clamping her lips hard. Her entire awareness narrowed to the feeling of him filling her mouth.
Overfilling.
She bobbed her head and moaned, sinking him as deep as she dared. He was so warm and alive, so hard and teeming with raw lust. His fingers tightened at the hair at her nape, and he groaned deep and rough. It thrilled her to touch his most sensitive flesh so intimately, to control his pleasure so completely.
She cupped his balls in her hand and bobbed her head over him, sucking hungrily, clamping him so hard her jaw ached.
“God, Alice,” he grated out, pushing her head slightly against him as she worked him farther and farther into her mouth with each pass. “Yeah, that’s good. I knew you’d be hungry, baby.” Spurred on by his rough praise, she pulled her head back. The fat cockhead popped out of her lips. She batted at the jutting staff with her hand, loving his turgid weight. She grasped the stalk and plunged him almost immediately between her lips again.
He growled in surprised ferocity and gripped the hair at her nape. “I’m going to pay you back for that.”
His erotic threat only fevered her more. His cock thrust farther into her mouth than ever, brushing her throat. Alice gagged, and he immediately withdrew. She grabbed a dense, smooth buttock and pulled him back to her. Breathing through her nose, and willing her throat to relax, she plunged him deep and sure. His harsh grunt was her reward. His hand on her head grew more forceful as she bobbed forward and back, but Alice wanted it. He was guiding her in his pleasure, and she didn’t expect the journey to be gentle.
“Aw, yeah. Fuck yeah … Oh, Jesus, that’s so good,” he muttered, sounding fierce even as he abandoned himself. She lost herself a little, too, in those tense, desperate moments, sacrificing herself to his pleasure. She became distantly aware of hi
m pulling gently on the hair on her nape. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him in surprise as he pulled her down the length of his cock. He popped out of the ring of her lips, the glistening, plump cock-head bumping against her swollen, sensitive mouth.
“I want to see your eyes,” he bit out. “Look at me while you use your tongue. Lick it all over. Yeah, that’s right,” he rasped as she followed his instructions, holding his cock at the base and laving her tongue along the cockhead and distended staff. She pressed tight, tracing a swollen vein with the tip of her tongue. A muscle jumped in his rigid cheek, and a thrill coursed through her. He watched her with a tight, feral focus. When she’d tongued him everywhere, she closed her eyes and lowered her head, licking his round, full testicles.
He groaned roughly above her and tugged on her hair, gentle but firm. She glanced up at him as he used his hand to guide his cock back between her lips. “I’m going to come in your mouth,” he said as he pushed the flaring cockhead between her lips and thrust along her tongue. “Do you understand?”
Alice held his stare and nodded, making his cock bob in the air. The tight, wild pleasure on his face at that moment held her spellbound.
His buttocks bunched tight in her hand as he thrust into her again and again, and she kept pace with him, straining not to break rhythm. For a moment, they existed together at the core of unbridled lust, and Alice let him have free rein. It excited her, to engage in that race with him, to let him use her for his pleasure, to be the source of the taut friction that would shatter into his bliss.
Her eyes sprang wide when he thrust and swelled huge in her mouth. She pumped the lower portion of his shaft with her hand and sank him deep, craving her due.
LATER, after they pulled themselves together and walked out to the car, sex-flushed and satisfied, Alice wondered with a rush of embarrassment if Kevin and his accountant had heard Dylan’s harsh roar as he came in her mouth minutes ago.
But in those moments when he’d clutched her to him desperately and she’d had her first taste of Dylan’s pleasure, her sole mandate had been to drink deeper.
FIFTEEN
The place where Dylan had made reservations for them for dinner was called the Twelve Oaks Inn. It stood majestically on the peak of a massive sand dune overlooking Lake Michigan. The moment Alice saw it in the distance, she gasped in awe.
“It looks like Castle Durand, but smaller,” she said as they coasted down the country road toward the solitary inn. The sun was starting to dip toward the glistening Great Lake ahead of them.
“It was designed by the same architect and built within two years of the Durand home. It’s owned by a nice lady named Deanna Shrevecraft. She used to work in Durand Enterprise’s human resources department. She and her husband bought it a few years back,” he said as he pulled into a small parking lot. “She should have everything ready for us so that we can clean up and change.”
Dylan glanced over at her as he unfastened his seat belt and did a double take. He went still. Alice was already feeling like a cake left out in the scalding sun, her perspiration just drying from her first riding lesson and intense, raunchy sex. Dylan’s slow smile made her melt even more, especially when he reached out and smoothed her short hair behind her ears and skimmed his fingertip gently across her flushed cheek.
“Are you blushing or is this from before?” he murmured, referring to their heated trysts at the stables.
“It’s from before, I guess.”
She noticed his arched brows and silent query. He knew she wasn’t being entirely honest. “It’s just … isn’t it kind of unusual, for an innkeeper to agree to let us use the facilities to shower and change before dinner?”
“No,” he said without pause. “I’m paying for two rooms for the entire night.”
“But we’re not going to actually sleep here?” Alice asked, confused.
“I’d rather we slept at home tonight. I don’t want to waste part of your day off driving around.”
Alice’s mouth fell open. His matter-of-fact statement flustered and pleased her.
“What’s really wrong?” he asked, his fingertip trailing along her neck, making her skin prickle in awareness. “Alice?” he prompted when she hesitated.
“Do you do this a lot?” she couldn’t stop herself from asking, no matter how hard she tried. “Bring women here? I mean … it’s very romantic, isn’t it?” He blinked, his caressing finger stilling. She glanced uneasily out the window, feeling undone for some reason as she stared at the idyllic setting of the lovely country inn perched on the white dune and the sun setting in the sea-like lake behind it.
She swallowed thickly, realizing how stupid she sounded. “Never mind, it doesn’t matter,” she said gruffly, turning to open her car door. He halted her by grasping her shoulder. She turned to him uneasily.
“Are you asking me if you’re like other women I’ve been with? Is that what you want to know?”
She swallowed thickly. Yes, that’s what she meant. But it felt unbearable in that moment, to want that answer so much. So needy and pitiful. She ducked her head to hide her shame, but Dylan caught her chin. Gently, he urged her to look at him.
She could have brushed him off and gotten out of the door. She wanted to do that, very much.
Unfortunately, she wanted something else more.
One look into his dark lustrous eyes and his starkly handsome face, and she couldn’t look away.
“You must realize you’re special. Don’t you?” he asked quietly.
“I’m not special,” fell past her lips before she could censor herself. “That’s why I can’t figure out why … any of this … why you—”
Her blundering came to a halt when he leaned forward and kissed her, firm and questing, a simmering, unhurried seduction. A charge tingled through her, and she opened her mouth to increase their contact. Their lips nibbled and molded and slid together in sublime carnality.
“That’s why,” he said huskily against her lips a moment later. “Because of that.”
Dylan’s kisses scrambled her brain. It took her a moment for her to piece the topic together again. “Because of sex? Because we’re so attracted to each other?”
He put his hand at her nape and pushed her forward slightly so that their foreheads touched. His low mirthless laugh made goose bumps rise beneath his warm hand at her neck.
“Is that all you felt in that kiss?” he demanded.
She pushed her head back, wild to read his expression. He’d sobered. He looked fierce, but she couldn’t interpret why exactly. It took her a moment to realize he was waiting for her answer.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, cornered into honesty. “I mean … It was … I’ve never had anything like this happen before.”
“Neither have I.”
“Oh,” she muttered tremulously, warmth rushing through her.
His hand moved on her neck, his fingertips caressing her. “Let’s just say this for now: I haven’t had a peaceful, complete night’s rest since I knew of your existence.” Her cheeks turned hotter … if that was possible. “And as far as your original question?”
She met his stare with wary hopefulness.
“I knew about Deanna and her husband opening this inn for years. This is the first time I’ve been here, though. I’m glad you think it’s a romantic spot, because I don’t usually do romance, Alice. At least not with any degree of expertise,” he added dryly.
Alice couldn’t help but snort with relieved laughter. His lips tilted with humor.
“Okay?” he asked, still stroking her neck. Alice nodded, feeling both vastly pleased and reassured by his answer, but also still unsettled by her need to hear it in order to calm her doubts …
To silence her fears.
DEANNA Shrevecraft herself opened the front door to Twelve Oaks for them, her anxious, eager face telling Alice loud and clear that she considered the CEO of Durand Enterprises’ presence at her establishment a major coup. She was a pretty, thin woman in her early f
orties who wore her clothes in the carelessly elegant fashion Alice admired, but knew she could never hope to replicate. Deanna and Dylan conversed comfortably as their hostess led them through the attractive inn. Alice trailed behind, her new hygiene bag clutched in one hand, glancing all around with wary admiration at the interior of the beautiful inn.
“Here we are,” Deanna said breathlessly as she paused on the second floor before an antique table with a magnificent fresh flower arrangement. “Mr. Fall, I have this room over here equipped with everything you might need, and Ms. Reed, you’ll be in the Sunset Suite, our finest set of rooms,” she said, waving gracefully from right to left. “Mr. Fall has asked me to make sure your dress is fresh after your trip, so I’ll bring it up in a half hour or so?” Alice nodded, uncomfortable being the object of such gracious attendance. “Wonderful,” Deanna said, clapping her hands together. “Champagne will be served out on the terrace at eight thirty, with dinner to follow at nine. You two are going to have a lovely night for it. The sunset will be breathtaking,” Deanna said, beaming at them before she hurried down the hall.
“Why do we have separate rooms?” she whispered to Dylan, very aware of Deanna’s footsteps on the stairs behind them.
His dark brows went up. “Would you rather come shower with me? You’re more than welcome.”
Heat rushed into her cheeks. “No, it just seems strange, to take rooms in an expensive place like this when you don’t even plan to sleep in them. And not even one room, but two.”
“So you’re worried about the money,” he clarified, deadpan.
“That’s not what I mean,” she said, scowling. She was lying a little. In truth, she felt awkward in this luxurious setting, unsure of what to expect. She wasn’t used to such opulent surroundings or careless spending. Castle Durand was the height of luxury and good taste, but when she was there, it was just Dylan and her. The heat between them always eclipsed her sense of awkwardness.
Dylan stepped into her and brushed his smile against her heated cheek. “I reserved two rooms so that I wouldn’t be in your way while you got ready for the evening. I thought you might appreciate a little space. But maybe you’re right,” he murmured, his firm moving lips on her skin distracting her. “You can come shower with me if you do one thing.”