by D. C. Stone
“Tell me, but say something now, because if I start, I won’t stop.” His voice drummed through his chest, the vibrations tickling against her sensitive nipples.
Relaxing the vise on his shoulders, she flattened her palms. Beneath the cloth—depriving his skin of her touch—rock hard muscles flinched. She smoothed her hands down his back, stopping when she met the waistband of his pants. Could she do this? One night of passion with a man she’d lusted over for six months? Was she able to be free and do something out of control, unsafe, and so very irresponsible?
“No.”
His gaze jerked up to hers and widened before he smoothed his expression, leaving it devoid of emotions. “No?”
Nodding, she brought her hands up to rest on his nape. Lifting on her toes, she brushed against him, each nerve sensitized to the extreme, the air in her lungs whooshing out. The contact sent her mind scrambling for a purchase on reality. Nate drew back, disappointment crossing his face. He didn’t get it, did he? The protection to keep things professional a thing of the past. She tugged his neck.
“No, I won’t tell you to stop.” His lips parted on a gasp, and she swooped in and sealed her mouth over his.
Nate stood, stunned, before his brain caught up with what was happening. Alyssa in his arms, kissing the daylights out of him, her taste a combination of whiskey and something sweeter, something he had associated with her for so long—strawberries.
He crushed her to the wall, interlocked their fingers and rested them beside her head before deepening the kiss—teeth clashing, tongues tangling, full of need and pent-up frustration.
When she lifted one long leg and draped it around his hip, he almost came in his pants. He drew away with a deep sigh and tipped his head back to gather control. She didn’t stop, instead trailing hot, wet licks down his throat.
“Alyssa, God,” he groaned.
Her hips rolled into his and the heat he’d touched minutes before burned through his pants, straight to his cock, which wanted to burst free from its confinement. He released her hand and squeezed and kneaded her thigh. She curled her fingers into the skin of his nape while her clasp on his hand tightened. His desire for her scratched beneath his skin. He held her to him, fighting for control over the urge to sink between her thighs.
Grabbing the edge of her panties, he growled, the strain of his control evident even to his own ears as she continued to explore his neck with her mouth.
“How much do you like these?”
She grunted and sucked on his neck. “Not that much.”
He was unable to concentrate on anything outside of her mouth sucking on his sensitive skin. His cock pulsed and he cursed. Goddamit, how in the hell would he last?
With a quick jerk and twist, he ripped one side of her panties. Trapped in her grip, he couldn’t reach the other side, and lost direction with her lower body straining against him. She ground against his erection, whimpering, pulling his head to kiss him, as if wanting to swallow him whole.
Teetering on the edge, he wrenched away. He had to gain control or he’d release in his pants like some randy teenager. His hands shook uncontrollably. She had that effect on him, something he never experienced before. When she tugged him to her, he imprisoned her wrists above her head then angled back to meet two lust and frustration-filled green eyes.
“I’ve wanted you for too damn long, Alyssa. I won’t rush this.”
“Damn it. We have all night.” Demand laced every word.
He should give in to her. Sate his need in a few seconds. However, that would make the act cheap, unfulfilling, and anti-climactic.
Unacceptable.
Instead, he kicked her feet apart, and continued to trail his touch over her collarbone and in the deep valley of her breasts.
“We do have all night, but I’ve had plans for you for so long, and I’m not willing to rush this.”
He pulled the top of her dress down, settled it beneath her bra. Dark pink nipples behind black lace played peek-a-boo. Something sounding suspiciously like a grown man begging resounded in his chest.
“Beautiful. You are so damn beautiful. I plan on learning your body, every inch with my hands, before I devour and worship you with my mouth.”
Her breath hitched in his ear.
Lower still, he caressed her stomach, across the flat planes and over the slight curve of her belly.
“I’m going to bring you so high, and give you so much pleasure you’ll be begging me to never stop.”
She trembled under his hands. Yes….
“And only when you cry out for my cock, will I give in and provide you with what we both need.”
He lifted his gaze, stared into a sea of green, and snuck a hand between her legs. He palmed her pussy possessively, the heat of her scorching his hand. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating, and she gasped.
Chapter Four
His hand felt so right, and yet still, she demanded more. Her eyes rolled back, her head hitting the wall. Lost in her world of pleasure, she shifted her hips, pleaded for more, and whimpered when he only leaned closer.
“What do you want, Alyssa? I want to hear you say it.”
Hot air tickled her ear. His smell saturated her head, reminiscent of soap, the unequivocal musk of pure male, and under it all—the promise of sex. And not just sex, but a bone-deep, feel-good fuck. She bowed her back when his teeth nipped her earlobe. His tongue eased the pain seconds later with a soothing rasp.
“Nate.”
Her voice sounded needy, higher pitched. She didn’t care; the only thing that mattered: the domineering man before her. He could give her what she needed, what she demanded more than she wanted her next inhalation of air.
“Say it,” he growled.
“I want you. Please, fuck me.”
His tortured groan answered her, and he drove one finger into her sex. She cried out, arched from the wall, her hips seeking more.
He circled her entrance, spreading the liquid leaking between her lips. His touch feathered over her clit and her core throbbed, pulsed in angry demand.
After being in control for so long, holding life and that of her sex partners by taut strings, the way Nate made her feel, how hot he drove her, and the unquenchable need she suffered, almost overwhelmed her. She heard a woman panting, begging for more, the pleas declaring carnal pleasures—reckless and raw.
Needing to get closer, she lifted a leg around his hip, trapping his hand, opening her completely. More fluid trickled down the inside of her leg.
“So hot….” He thrust another thick finger inside her, so slow, it seemed to take an eternity. “So tight,” he hissed.
His head dropped to her breast and he rubbed his face on her nipples. A velvety tongue darted out to capture one in his mouth.
“So soft. Ride my hand, Alyssa. Take your pleasure from me.”
She froze. The storm raging spoke a million words without uttering one. She studied him, and the faster her mind spun, the more the situation felt wrong. He seemed like a stranger at a breast that didn’t belong to her. She’d never acted like that, had always found it hard to lose control with a man, had never taken her pleasure from someone with such reckless abandonment. She dropped her leg, and grabbed his wrist.
“Nate, stop. This is wrong.”
He sensed her mind pull away from the pleasure he tried to give. Confused, he gently released a puckered nipple, and brushed his lips over it, ignoring her gasp before rising to his full height.
She attempted to tug her hand away, but he refused to move. Releasing one of her wrists, he veered in, resting his weight on a forearm above her head. His world narrowed to the two of them. They were not in a hotel room, not partners, and not facing a magnitude of problems if the night went wrong. Inches from her face, he played with soft tendrils of her hair.
“Alyssa, tell me what’s wrong.”
“Please.” She gave another slight tug, her struggles weaker.
He shifted his palm and laid it on her clit, kept hi
s finger inside her. She bit her lip and whimpered. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong. Do you not like this?” He rolled a slow circle over her clit, gliding over desire-soaked flesh.
“Oh, God!” Alyssa fisted his hair and jerked his head away, then pulled him in again, as if unable to make up her mind. She did the same with his hand between her legs, emotions playing across her face—anger, need, frustration, helplessness. The last nearly breaking him in two. Her eyes pleaded for what her body demanded, but she didn’t know how to let go. From day one, he’d observed her take control of every situation she responded to.
Nate leaned in, taking his time, giving her a chance to get away. Beads of perspiration dotted along her brow and upper lip and he played his tongue over it.
“Give in to me, Alyssa. Let me do this. Give me control.”
She clutched him tighter and, as if a string broke, finally let go of his wrist and clutched his shirt. The brutal intensity of her kiss shocked him, but he gave in to her. He continued to rotate his palm and she clutched at him desperately, as if afraid of what was to come.
Her desire dripped over his finger and the back of his hand. He added a second one, establishing a strong rhythm. Her hips met his thrusts. Breaking the kiss, she tipped her neck up in offering and his lips continued their onslaught against it.
“Nate, oh, my God.”
Working faster, the slick sound of entering and withdrawing from her sweet sex filled the room. Her roaming, clutching hands refused to stay still and then she bowed upward, frozen for precious moments. She quit breathing, the floodgates opened and she screamed his name, exploding in his arms. He’d never seen or heard anything so damn beautiful. His cock pulsed at the unfolding erotic scene.
He drew her pleasure out until she shivered in his arms, then removed his fingers, and brought them to his mouth, craving a taste. Licking her passion away, he took his time, savoring her taste. Wanting her to understand exactly how much he wanted her, he settled his hips between her legs. His dick screamed for attention, pushed against his zipper. With his pants the last thing separating them, he was ready to finish what he’d started.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered. The beast of lust coiled within, ready to be set free. She obeyed without hesitation and he wanted to kiss the ground. Whipping them around, he carried her across the room, never breaking eye contact, thankful for the awareness in hers, resolution and something more…acceptance.
With one arm supporting her weight, he lifted the other and tore the zipper down the back of her dress. After witnessing her wild abandon, he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her.
Now.
Nate laid her across the bed and rose to yank off the material covering her and toss it aside. The bra cradled her beautiful, bared breasts. She waited expectantly for him to join her, a tempting offering with her legs spread and knees bent.
He began undoing buttons, cursing his clothes before she sat up and brushed his fingers aside, taking over the task.
“Do you understand how much I want you right now, Alyssa?”
From beneath lashes that seemed to go on for miles, she glanced up and quirked her lips. “I think I have an idea.”
With the last button unsnapped, he stretched to pull his shirt off, but she yanked him on top of her. Her hands on his skin had him moaning, arching into her touch. Bracing his weight on his elbows, he thrust his fingers into her hair and conquered her lips, tangling their tongues together. He settled between her spread legs and groaned as heat soaked through the front of his pants.
She shifted, rose to meet his thrusts. Pleasure washed over him, had him tensing his hand in her thick hair. The kiss bordered on frantic and he urged his body to slow, but control eluded him, got lost in the primitive dance.
“Alyssa.” He broke his mouth away from hers, but she caught him again, as eager as he to stay connected. “Sweetheart,” he gasped, “pants.”
The word seemed to break through and without parting, she shoved her hands between them and drew down the zipper. He dragged his mouth from hers, sucked and nipped as she pushed at his pants. He helped her, shifted and kicked them away.
Without warning, her hot fist wrapped around his cock and he shouted a startled cry. Her sweet heat inches away, she gripped and stroked him. He pumped his hips, the beginnings of an orgasm stirring along the base of his spine.
“Stop,” he gritted, drawing back. “Sweet Jesus.” Her hand tightened around his shaft and his vision hazed with the pleasure. “Alyssa…condom.”
Chapter Five
Nate’s warmth disappeared and Alyssa blinked at the chill that swept over her, goose bumps dotting her skin. He rid himself of his pants in one, smooth motion. The muscles of his shoulders flexed with each movement, abs rolling and constricting, his cock thick against his stomach, a heavy sac hanging beneath. His body appeared to have been chiseled by the gods, made for sex, insanely erotic.
The crinkle of a condom wrapper filled the air and her sex clenched with need. Anticipation licked through her veins and she shifted, squeezing her legs together to ease the building ache, burning for him to sate her need. The realization of what she yearned for, what he did to her, shocked and scared her. But, while fear existed, the craving she had for this tall, proud male stretched farther than anything else.
He caught her stare and smirked, then ran his gaze over her. Each place he perused tingled with awareness, like a physical touch.
He wrapped a heavy palm around his length and ran a lazy caress up and down the shaft. She stared at the stimulating sight and had an almost irresistible longing to taste him. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips.
A purr vibrated from his chest. “Like what you see?”
“Yes,” she replied without hesitation.
He stalked forward, silent and threatening, a panther on the hunt. In many ways, she related to the prey standing at the other end.
“Open your legs for me, beautiful.”
Dragging her feet apart, cool air touched the fire between her thighs. His hand stroking his erection mesmerized her and she glanced upward. He stood before her, all coiled power, muscles, and deeply aroused male. Setting a knee on the mattress, he loomed over her.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this. Do you know how long I’ve imagined you laid out before me? Under me? Tied up and bound for pleasure?”
She blinked, pushing the lump of hard need down her throat. His words were driving her insane, and she never considered herself one for dirty talk in bed, always shied from the raunchy words, but it was different with him.
Once again, a blanket of warmth covered her as all that restrained power laid above her. Nate held his weight with one elbow by her head. Grabbing her leg, he tossed it over his hip. Their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh, each inch of skin sizzling with overpowering desire.
He rolled his hips, his thick cock against her core, but not entering where she needed him most.
“Please.” She sighed, digging her nails into his back.
A pulse ticked in his jaw and he grunted. “Feel how hard you make me? Can you imagine all the times I had to hide this from you while on patrol? Can you imagine how good it’s going to be when I slide my cock inside your hot, tight body?”
Her breasts tingled with each thrust. “Please,” she whined, desperate. She squirmed, seeking him, urging him on.
He stilled her with a heavy palm on her hip and fisted her hair in the other, giving an almost painful yank back. “Please what, Alyssa? Say it!”
God, what did he want? She’d do anything to ease the pressure inside, beg if she needed to.
“Please, fuck me. Please, I can’t take anymore. I need you inside me.”
Nate’s chest contracted at the urgent plea in Alyssa’s voice. Protective instincts roared to the front, merging with the desire overwhelming him to have her so submissive and giving in his arms. He’d wanted this for so long, fantasized about her losing control and offering herself into his ke
eping.
He came up on his knees and spread his legs, pushing hers farther apart. Gripping his erection, he trailed the blunt head around her sex, gritting his teeth. She branded him with her heat. With a small flex of his hips, he set only the head of his cock inside her, silently praying he wouldn’t pound into her without any finesse.
Her sigh of pleasure pulled his attention to her face. Eyes closed, jaw slack, sweat beaded at her temples, she looked every bit the sexy minx he knew she’d be. He tightened his hand in her hair.
“Watch me. Watch us, remember this.”
She writhed, panted. “More.”
Squeezing one hand on her hip, he fought for constraint. He wanted to last for both of them. Dropping his head, he brushed his lips against her neck, and smiled when she whimpered.
“I need to come. Please, Nate.”
“Do you?”
“I need your cock.”
He pressed a few inches deeper, and groaned. She struggled to meet him halfway, lifting her hips. Instead, he held her in place. “Take me slow, Alyssa. Feel me entering you, inch by inch. I’m going to fuck you so hard, so long, you’re going to feel you can’t breathe until I make you come.”
Embedded at last, he kept her in place with his weight, then shifted and placed soft kisses over her face, the action at war with the yearning to mark her raging inside him.
“Fuck me,” she mumbled, almost incoherent. He brushed his lips on her cheek. “I need you, Nate.”
Satisfaction exploded and he pushed his tongue inside and tangled it around hers. She was so fucking tight around him, the walls of her sex adjusting with each pump of his hips. Her words spurred him on, encouraged him to work her body to accept all of him, and not rush to the finish line. Sweat dripped along his sides and from his temples. Each push into her pussy was like sinking into warm honey. Almost seated to the hilt, he drew back one final time and then slammed forward.