RidingtheWaves

by Jennifer LaRose

  Her breathing increased and vaginal walls tightened from anticipation as she placed the condom over his cock head and rolled it down his penis. His thigh twitched. “Brent?”

  My God, how can he still be asleep?

  She folded her lips and positioned the tip of his cock at her vaginal opening. Battling the urge to ram it deep, she slowly descended on the thick shaft. Her insides stretched, accommodating his size. The internal muscles moved aside, exposing hidden nerves that jolted on contact with his hot skin. While welcoming the rugged, hard intrusion, she tilted her head, freeing a moan. An inch at a time she moved, allowing the sensation to expound through her body.

  She couldn’t take it.

  She laid a hand on his hip for support while fully engulfing him inside her pussy. Once his cock was completely buried, she rotated her hips in a circular motion, but she needed more. Her insides constricted and fire burned in her chest. She was so damn close to climaxing she tasted it. Her legs trembled and her heart raced. A rush of heat swarmed her neck and face.

  Squeezing her eyes shut, she began the slow ascent along his thick shaft. The ridge of his head grazed raw nerves. She gasped. Jesus, she wouldn’t make it to the top. But she had to…to experience the intensity of the downward thrust and cure the craving gnawing at her insides.

  How could she feel so crazed and desperate and allow her good sense to take flight in the realm of lust? Shit, she needed him deep inside, tucked against her cervix.

  No, by choice, she wouldn’t make the entire ascent. Biting her lip, she lowered her hips until she completely buried him in her depths. She remained still, clutching and releasing his penis with her inner walls. Each squeeze added sparks to the knot of quivering nerves. She ground her bottom down and slid a finger between her legs to stroke her clit. The harder she rubbed the swollen nub, the tighter her insides squeezed. Her hips fell into rotation with her circling finger. She moved up and down, side to side, trying to capture the electrical sensation just within reach.

  A hand grabbed hold of her wrist. “Don’t move!”

  Oh God! Not now! I only need two more seconds. “I can’t stop,” she whined, shoving her ass into his groin, forcing his penis deeper.

  His mouth lowered to her ear. “You will, or I’ll pull out right now. That’ll make for a long day, won’t it?”

  She nodded but wouldn’t dare open her eyes. “Please? Just,” she snuck in another rotation of her hips, “one more second.”

  “Baby, it’s all about control.”

  Argh!

  He brought her fingers to his mouth and sucked the one she’d used to massage her clit. Her belly bottomed out. The erotic gesture, along with the warm, slippery swirl of his tongue deepened the ache in her pussy. God, she hurt. She squeezed her thighs, hoping the friction would spark a climax.

  He laid her hand on the bed beside her breasts. “You’re not listening, Annalee.”

  The grip he placed around her waist completely immobilized her. If she didn’t fear screaming when opening her mouth, she would’ve pleaded with him to fuck her crazy. As it stood, she was partially there already. Her pussy throbbed, clit pulsated, heart raced and her mind was nearly delusional. Forcing him to pull out now by not obeying would be a cruel, cruel punishment. Why would she subject herself to that kind of torture?

  She painfully clenched her jaw.

  He loosened his hold. “Relax.” He kissed the sensitive area below her ear.

  The warmth of his breath spread across her chest and down her belly, affecting her like a skillful massage, easing the tension from her limbs. She melted into the mattress.

  “Just like that,” he whispered against her skin. “Now roll onto your back.”

  To comply meant she’d have to remove his cock from her body. She didn’t want that to happen. It felt too good, as if it belonged there. And she’d spent painstaking minutes manipulating them into that position. She shook her head. “Can’t we stay like this?”

  He responded by starting a slow withdraw. She clamped her pussy walls in a desperate attempt to keep him inside.

  “Don’t fight me.”

  “Please?” She whimpered when he completely withdrew. And in her inconsolable moment of emptiness, she grabbed his penis and tried coaxing it back in her cunt.

  He flipped her onto her back, rolled on top of her and anchored her arms above her head with his large hands. Although she couldn’t see his face clearly, his breath swirled around her cheeks.

  “Ever been bound to a bed, Annalee?”

  The thought shot a mixture of fear and excitement through her blood. Her belly somersaulted and warm juices surged between her thighs. “N-no.”

  “Do you still trust me?”

  “Yes.” To a degree. Was this crossing her boundaries? What were her specific limitations? She’d previously told him she’d try anything once. And being tied to a bed constituted anything. Was he being serious or testing her to see how far she’d go?

  Anticipation warmed her from head to foot, yet a tiny bit of reluctance twirled in her tummy.

  After a nip to her lips, he rose from the bed and turned on the table lamp. A soft glow of light cascaded through the room. Seeing his huge, gorgeous, fully aroused body melted every ounce of caution. And when he adjusted the condom, rolling his hand over his erection, a jolt of excitement rocked her soul.

  He removed her pantyhose from the articles of clothing on the floor, tore the legs with his teeth and shredded them into four pieces. Not once did his eyes sway from hers and as he stretched the sections, testing their length, she realized just how desperately she wanted this.

  Her heart fell into a rapid beat as he approached the bed and sat down on the edge. A nasty scar she hadn’t noticed earlier rumpled the skin on the front of his right shoulder. And just as she opened her mouth to ask, he shook his head, advising her it wasn’t the appropriate time.

  He placed his hand on her stomach and massaged it back and forth from one curve of her waist to the other. The heat from his calloused palm branded his erotic touch into her soul.

  Never would she forget the evening she’d spent with Brent Delaney. He’d eased himself into her blood and become a significant piece of her essence—a newly discovered addiction. All the feelings from the past gushed forward and she couldn’t get enough of him.

  Would she be able to live without him from this night forward?

  His fingertips brushed her arms from shoulders to elbows until he reached her wrists, where he secured the pieces of nylon. He kissed her long and hard before he attached the bindings to the headboard posts. Vulnerability and helplessness sprang to her belly. Yet reassurance in his gaze calmed her while he repeated the steps to her legs and anchored her ankles to the footboard.

  He slid his finger in between the material and her skin. “They’re not too tight, are they?”

  She shook her head while cool air stroked the area between her thighs. Even had they’d been too tight, she wouldn’t have protested. The new position was doing all sorts of erotic things to her. Drenching her crotch—hardening her nipples. Not to mention, the anticipation of his plans had goose bumps rising all over her body. She quivered.

  He straddled her, placing a knee on either side of her waist to bear his weight. His erection dropped forward, slapping her belly. Her mouth watered at the mammoth hunk of flesh. She licked her bottom lip and, while raising her gaze, she visually caressed his abdominal muscles and pecs. God, she’d love to rub her hands over every thick inch. Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she looked into his eyes.

  “That’s it. Now you’ve got it.”

  Still overly sensitive from the quick fuck she tried stealing, she nearly burst when he leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips. His cock massaged her stomach and he proceeded to stroke it up and down her flesh. She swore the nerves in her navel were connected to her pussy, because with each agile stroke, her insides constricted and ached and her labia throbbed.

  He slipped his tongue into
her mouth and darted it around, exploring every moist cranny. The need for control and dominance was prominent in his eyes. Yet beyond those emotions lay a glimpse of admiration and compassion. Many times she’d seen the look in Jared’s expression when he’d professed how much he loved her.

  Was Brent telling the truth when he’d said he’d waited all these years for her, or was it a mere tactic to get her into his bed? Were his feelings driven deeper by something other than lust? Despite having sex with him for all the wrong reasons, she couldn’t stomach the thought of being used.

  She slithered her tongue along his and closed her eyes, but quickly realized the mistake and fluttered them open. His lips formed a smile against hers, which made her smile as well. But it was short-lived because he moved down her body, his hair tickling her skin as he applied soft kisses. His hands caressed her sides, moving upward to capture her breasts. When he pulled a nipple into his mouth, stretching and sucking the sensitive bud, she moaned and arched into him.

  Her nerves sizzled. The craving to have his big cock shoved inside her doubled in intensity. Everything throbbed and smoldered. Her temples. Heart. Pussy and ass. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Brent, I’m not going to beg.” She ground her ass into the bed. “But please, please fuck me.”

  He lifted his face from her breast. “This is what happens to women who take advantage of men they assume are sleeping.”

  They assume are sleeping? Oh God! She gulped. “That’s what this is about?” She grabbed the nylon bindings and clamped them so tightly her nails dug into her palms. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

  He didn’t continue sucking her nipple and instead slid his tongue down her stomach to her pussy. When the tip breached the folds, he lightly brushed it over her clit. Her hips bucked off the bed. To hell with that feathery caress. She needed a sound, firm licking. But she knew he wasn’t about to give one. The teasing strokes proved he wanted to teach her a lesson in the punishment for greed.

  If she held her body in check and didn’t react, maybe he’d intensify the pressure. Taking a huge breath, she steeled herself against his touch.

  Oh God, did he have to stick his fingers inside me!

  She clamped her teeth together and stiffened. Her nails dug farther into her palms while fighting the in and out strokes he performed like a pro.

  Jesus! Not his tongue again!

  While fighting the urge to gyrate her hips, she squeezed her ass cheeks. That in turn forced her vaginal walls to clamp his knuckles in a viselike grip. He withdrew both fingers.

  She wanted to scream. And cry. Tears of frustration filled her eyes. Her neck arched and she dug her ass into the mattress. “I… I swear. It’ll never happen again,” she panted. “I promise.”

  Without a word he covered her body with his, took his cock in his hand and guided it into her pussy. One long, smooth stroke completely filled her. “Mmm,” she purred, rolling her hips, coaxing him to move. She needed the thrusts smashing in and out of her pussy but he remained still. “You’re killing me,” she whimpered.

  He laid his hands on her cheeks. “Shhh.” His lips brushed against hers. “Squeeze me.”

  She constricted her vaginal walls.

  “Just like that, baby. Now hold it.” He withdrew his cock until only the head remained, then shoved it back inside.

  It rubbed against every nerve imaginable. “Brent,” she squealed. “I want to touch you.”

  As he kissed her, he reached one hand above her head and untied the restraints. Immediately she wrapped her arms around him and held on tight while he fucked her with such force the bed squeaked as if threatening to break. His biceps and back bulged with rock-hard muscle and he’d clenched his jaws. He lowered his face and kissed her, his tongue darting in rhythm to his hips. Short masculine grunts escaped from his throat. Suddenly everything turned into a blur as her back arched and body convulsed.

  Yes! Finally! “Brent!”

  “Embrace it, Annalee,” he gnashed through clenched teeth.

  She grabbed his ass and rammed him deeper while bucking her hips to greet each pounding thrust. If not for the damn confinement of her legs, she would’ve wrapped them around his waist to deepen the passage to her belly.

  She gave it her all, biting his shoulder, digging nails into his back, clamping her pussy walls. Then a deep moan overshadowed the creaking of the bed. He shoved his cock in as far as he could and stilled. The thick shaft pulsated as he ejaculated deep inside her.

  He propped himself on his elbows and patted the outside of her mouth with his lips. “Did I hurt you, baby?”

  She brushed damp hair off his forehead and shook her head. “Not at all.”

  “I don’t ever want to hurt you. Christ, if I get to that point—”

  “Don’t worry, I won’t break.”

  He stared long and hard into her eyes. “You don’t understand.”

  She placed her hands on his face, tracing his cheekbones with her thumbs. “Yes, I believe I do.” It wasn’t impossible to figure out he had strong sexual desires.

  For a few minutes longer she examined his rugged features. The clean-cut Brent Delaney who’d pounded numbers for a living was now a brawny, rough-looking man who rescued ships at sea. The shadow of a beard, his long hair and taut jawline sent chills down her spine. And the way he made her feel? Her insides stirred again.

  While he sat up and freed her ankles from the restraints, she tucked a pillow beneath her head and closed her eyes. A moment later, after pulling her legs together, his body heat cocooned her in a wave of contentment. She opened her eyes to find his gaze hovering above her face. “Brent, how long will you be in town?”

  Lightly he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “My flight to Miami leaves Thursday night.”

  “Are you staying here all week?”

  “I’ve already booked the room.”

  She placed an arm above her head on the bed. The other she laid across her tummy. “Why don’t you stay with me?”

  “Thanks, baby, but I’m not one to impose.”

  “You won’t be imposing. I’d love to have you. Brody can come too.”

  “Isn’t that a bit much to take on?”

  For her food bill, absolutely. “Not at all. Come on. Let me spoil you guys over the next five days. Friends take care of friends, right?”

  “I guess they do.”

  “Well, this friend,” she winked, “comes with benefits.”

  “Benefits, huh?”

  “And a little pampering.”

  “I appreciate it, but—”

  “Even if you refuse, I’m still asking Brody.” She smiled when Brent’s features hardened. Then suddenly a huge good guy leaned over the top half of her body.

  “The benefits won’t be shared beyond me, especially with my brother, so I’ll do the asking.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “No spoiling. And no pampering.”

  “Is that a yes?” She waited for a response while he removed strands of hair from her face and tucked them behind her ear.

  “I guess it is.”

  “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

  “I don’t doubt you will.” He planted a lingering kiss on her lips, lighting up her insides.

  “I should warn you about my cooking though. Sometimes the edibility is questionable,” she said, reaching up to caress his cheeks. His soft whiskers prickled her fingers. “Do you guys spend much time at home?”

  “Unless we’re escorting cargo through the China Sea, where piracy is a huge problem, we’re home quite a bit actually.”

  “What’s quite a bit?”

  “A week or two a month.”

  That’s it? That certainly wasn’t much time, especially for any man who wanted to raise a family. Unbelievable. “I disagree. I don’t think it’s enough.”

  He smiled. “When you’ve spent an entire thirty days or longer on the water, believe me, that week or two is a lot. Sometimes it’s too much.”

  “I take it you prefer
marine life?”

  “I live and breathe the sea.”

  “How can you live such an unstructured life?”

  “It’s not unstructured to us, baby. Brody and I wake up the same time every morning and bust ass from dusk to dawn.”

  He had a point. She smiled. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

  “Yes, we do,” he said, stretching over her to turn off the light. “Now would be a good time, but we need sleep if we’re going to get an early start on the morning.” He kissed the top of her head, tucked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

  “Brent?”

  “Yes?”

  “Whiltby’s doesn’t have any ships scheduled to leave port until Monday. So why are you flying to Florida?”

  He feared that subject would eventually surface, but having just finished making love to her, he preferred to relax in the aftereffect, not discuss any more work issues. “Unusual business.”

  “I know it’s business related.”

  He nuzzled his face against her fruity-scented hair and inhaled deeply. Feminine. Refreshing. Calming. Just what he needed to finalize the evening.

  “Come on, Brent. I want to talk a little more to get reacquainted.”

  How could he tell her a reckless pirate happened to be on the run, compliments of a fuckup by prison security? And he wasn’t a typical, conniving pirate who only stole valuables. He kidnapped hostages for ransom, played blood sport with their lives, raped women and sold them to the black market for a hefty price.

  Brent personally hand-delivered Rashand LaPorea, aka The Sadist, to the authorities after he’d boarded the hijacked cargo ship and rescued the captain and remaining crew. He’d found Rashand hiding in a cabin but took a bullet in his shoulder before containing the son of a bitch. Brent would never forget the crazed look in the bastard’s dark, beady eyes or his feral laughter while being escorted off the freight liner. The murder of two crewmen and the kidnapping and torment of Captain Kobby should’ve guaranteed Rashand a life behind bars. But presently, according to their federal snitch, the escaped felon wanted vengeance and supposedly labeled Brent a prime target.