Burn in Hail (The Hail Raisers Book 3)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  He growled low in his throat, and then dropped his mouth to skim over my brow.

  “You’re so short,” he said. “It’s a good thing I have long arms.” He paused. “But it makes it hard to do anything more.”

  Before I could offer him an alternative, he took matters into his own hand, and picked me up.

  With one hand still in the back of my pants, and the other around one ass cheek, I did the only thing I could do and wrapped my short little legs around his waist and held on while he moved.

  My back hit the mattress, and he followed me down, crouching over me on the bed while continuing those maddening circles.

  With the way I was practically lying on his arm, I couldn’t see how that was comfortable for him. He didn’t seem to care, though.

  “Lift your shirt, let me see those pretty, big titties.”

  I bit my lip and raised my shirt. When I went to lift my bra up next, he shook his head.

  “Take them all the way off,” he ordered. “You gave me the greatest tease earlier and then took it away. I want them back.”

  I stared at him, reading the earnestness in his eyes, and then reached for my shirt and shucked it all the way up and over my head. Once I threw it to the ground, I reached for the clasp of my bra, thankful that I’d put the one on that was easy to undo.

  Once I had the snap undone, my breasts fell free of their confines.

  The thing about women with big breasts like I had was they weren’t cute. They didn’t stay nicely in shape, but fell heavily to the side, making me so self-conscious that it was hard to not wince.

  Tate, though?

  He loved them. He worshipped them.

  I cried out when I felt his hand leave from between my legs, but when he brought those fingers up, covered in my juices, then rubbed those same fingers along my nipples, I knew what he was going to do.

  After sucking his fingers completely clean while staring straight into my eyes, he dropped down to my breast, and sucked one peaked nipple into his mouth.

  He licked it completely clean, leaving it so engorged and hard that I wanted nothing more than to scream, and then he moved to the other nipple.

  After doing the same thing to that one, he went up on his hands and knees, then leaned forward until his cock pressed stiffly against my core.

  “It fuckin’ hurts,” he growled.

  I knew what he was speaking of—his cock.

  I wanted nothing more than to have that cock in my mouth.

  He growled, pushing up to his knees and standing up on the side of the bed. “Turn around on the bed and hang your head over.”

  Confused, I did as he asked, watching as he dropped his pants to his ankles and stepped out of them.

  “You’re not wearing any underwear,” I mused as I stared at him. “How come?”

  He grinned and went forward on the bed, his fisted hands going to either side of my hips before I suddenly had a face full of Tate’s huge cock.

  Then I forgot everything but one of my favorite parts of him, and by forgetting I meant I completely got lost in him.

  It was like a kid in a candy store as I brought my hands up to take hold of him. However, before I could even get them mostly lifted off the mattress, he stopped me by grabbing each of my hands and holding them down on the bed.

  “Mouth only.”

  The gruff response had my vagina clenching in need.

  Without waiting for more instructions from the overbearing male hovering over me, I bypassed his cock for his balls, and licked the lower one, sucking softly on the sack before dragging my tongue to the other one.

  I must’ve surprised him because he pulled away, then started to laugh.

  “Why did I not realize you’d be different?” he teased, then lowered himself back down to my mouth.

  I grinned, trying not to think about being ‘different’ and went back to work, lathing my tongue along the sensitive skin of his scrotum.

  “Fuck,” he growled.

  I felt a drop hit my chest, and took a moment to stop and see what it was.

  My mouth tipped up into a smile when I saw the pearly white drop of his excitement running down the middle of one breast.

  Was I not paying enough attention to the rest of him?

  I grinned and licked my way from his balls to the base of his shaft, then did an ab curl until I could reach the head.

  That was all I could reach, though, and I think that was the point. He was making me work for it.

  Poking my tongue out and curling it at the tip, I reached up as far as I could go with how he had me restrained, and licked the next drop of moisture off the end of his cock.

  He growled.

  “Need some help, little girl?”

  If anyone else had called me that, I’d have been furious.

  But he wasn’t anybody. He was Tate Casey.

  He could call me a dirty little slut, and I’d likely still be okay with that.

  “You’re not hurting me if you don’t give me your cock,” I told him. “It’s only hurting you.”

  He laughed then, letting go of one hand.

  “You lift that hand, I’ll find alternate means of restraining you,” he told me bluntly, then reached for his cock.

  I bit my lip, my eyelids growing even heavier.

  Obediently, I opened my mouth to receive his cock. My eyes rolled into the back of my head when I had his tip inside my mouth, and I moaned.

  God, it was so erotic.

  The way he was being careful to only give me the tip, keeping his fist at mid shaft so he didn’t accidentally choke me.

  I sucked the head roughly, swirled my tongue around it like a sucker, and then flicked the tiny notch underneath the head with the very tip of my tongue.

  “Fuck me.”

  I found myself smiling around his cock, and he growled. “Teasing little shit.”

  At that I laughed, but quickly stopped when he gave me more of his cock.

  I gagged slightly and opened my eyes only to find his eyes boring a hole into my forehead.

  “Funny now?” he teased.

  I shook my head and worked my tongue, which at this angle was really the only thing I could do.

  Despite being slightly light headed due to the angle of my head, I didn’t complain. I especially didn’t complain when he went back to shoving his hand down my jeans—the front this time.

  His fingers spread my pussy lips apart, and one lone finger found the engorged bud of my clit and circled it without touching it.

  It was maddening, and I wanted more.

  He slowly started to fuck my mouth, and his hand that was still holding my free hand down on the bed clenched as he worked himself into my mouth.

  Though there was no way in hell I would take all of him, I did give it my best, and managed to get about three quarters of him in my throat by the time he yanked himself away and came all over my chest.

  Feeling somewhat sad that he’d take that away from me, I glared.

  “I wanted to taste you,” I told him.

  He flicked my clit and eyed my chest, watching as the thick white rivulets slid down my breasts to the bed beneath me.

  “You can taste me later,” he told me. “I’ve been dying to do that to you since you were illegal to me.”

  My lips twitched, and then I gasped when he finally touched my clit with his finger.

  My hips lifted off the bed, and he again pulled his hand out of my pants.

  “Up and get your pants off.”

  “Don’t you know the word please?” I asked, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed.

  This new angle caused the release that now splattered my chest to go down instead of sideways, falling quickly toward my waistband.

  “Shit,” I said, standing up.

  I would really hate to have to wash these pants.

  They were hard as hell to stretch back out once I’d given in to washing them. />
  “Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled.

  Then his hand was on my chest, and rubbing those quickly falling rivulets of come into the skin of my chest, my belly, and around the sensitive areas of my nipples.

  I bit my lip, halfway off with my pants, and waited for him to finish before I pushed my jeans and panties to my ankles and stepped out of them.

  He watched me, his hand on his hardening cock, and waited for me to comply.

  I didn’t have a reason not to, so I did as he asked, then watched him for my next instructions.

  He didn’t hesitate.

  “Bed. On your back.”

  I bit my lip and leaned against the bed before shimmying myself up, then went even further until I was on my back, my legs hanging over the edge.

  I wasn’t able to touch because Tate’s bed was a monster, but that didn’t stop me from staring up at him with my eyebrows raised.

  “What next?” I teased.

  Where was this woman coming from? Holy shit, but I couldn’t believe that I was acting so calm when facing this big, tall drink of water.

  His face looked fierce, and his mouth was slightly parted as he stared at my body as if he were trying to decide what he should devour first.

  Apparently he was to start with the inside of my knees, and that included his tongue.

  “Uhhh,” I started to giggle and jerk my leg away, but I didn’t get far.

  In fact, I didn’t get anywhere.

  When I went to jerk away, he held strong, and my foot barely moved an inch out of his hold before he was jerking it right back to his mouth.

  “Sit still, baby.” He eyed me. “Don’t want you to be tied down for this.”

  Tied down?

  Ummmm, what?

  “You’re joking, right?” I breathed.

  He stared at me, letting me read the sincerity in his eyes.

  “Is that what you’re into?” I questioned. “I’m not sure I’m into that.”

  He grinned. “Not all the time, no. But when I want to do it, I do it. Those are the times where I want control, and I don’t want you ruining that control.”

  He pressed another kiss to the other knee, then shouldered them further apart.

  One large hand encircled my left ankle, holding it securely in his hand while he kissed the other side, so I wasn’t prepared for him to tighten his hold, and then flip me over.

  One second I was on my back, staring at him while trying not to squirm out of his hold so he wouldn’t have any reason to tie me down, and the next I was staring at the headboard while trying to get my knees and hands underneath me.

  The knees were a no go, but the hands went up and supported my body as I looked at him incredulously over my shoulder.

  “Holy crap, Tate!” I cried out. “That scared the crap out of me, and you were so fast!”

  He pulled me roughly down the bed until my hips met the edge of the mattress.

  “Hmmm,” he murmured, running a palm down either thigh, then back up again to cup the swell of my ass. “This ass? I wish I could snap a picture of it and pin it to the visor of my truck so I could look at it anytime I wanted to.”

  That was a definite hell no, but it was flattering to know that he wanted to look at it all day long.

  “Umm, no,” I said. “But you can admire it now.”

  He chuckled and dropped his mouth to one ass cheek.

  “We’ll see,” he teased. “We’ll see.”

  I didn’t like the way he said ‘we’ll see.’ It was almost as if he knew I’d allow him to do anything he ever wanted to do to me if only he tried hard enough.

  And maybe he could. Maybe I’d give him anything and everything within my power. Maybe I was just freakin’ crazy about the man.

  But then all my thoughts floating around in my head suddenly vanished when I felt his teeth clamp down on the inside of one butt cheek, perilously close to my girly bits.

  “Holy night!” I cried out in shock, freezing in place as he kissed away the sting.

  “Get out of your head,” he ordered. “And focus on me.”

  I licked my dry lips, unsure what in the hell to say.

  I had been in my head…but did he have to almost bite my flappy bits? Jesus!

  I would’ve said something more about his lack of finesse, but he pushed my legs further apart and took both of his big hands and spread me wide.

  I felt exposed, and I wasn’t a hundred percent sure that I liked him being eye level with my junk.

  “Tate, seriously.” I tried to close my legs.

  He was having none of it, and stood up.

  That’s when he produced a fucking rope out of nowhere, and practically hog tied my legs open.

  It took him a matter of milliseconds.

  “What…”

  “Keep them open, I said. I won’t tie you, I said,” he teased, running his rough palm down the length of my spine. “Do you think I’m bluffing now?”

  I tested the rope, tugging lightly on it with my right leg, only to feel my left leg give instead of getting the gap between my thighs to lessen.

  “Untie me!” I ordered, suddenly very nervous.

  “Negative, Nancy.”

  “My name’s not Nancy, you fricker.”

  “Fricker, ohhh,” he teased. “I’m shaking in my boots over here, pretty girl.”

  I growled low in my throat and looked at him instead of the headboard which I had been staring at, and what I saw on his face was enough to cause me to freeze.

  “Why do you look like you’re about to kill something?”

  His eyes rose to meet mine.

  “I’m trying to decide if I should eat you, or fuck you,” he admitted. “I want to taste you, but my cock is hard, and eating you will make my need even worse. That pussy, and you, will definitely feel ‘killed’ when I’m done with it.”

  As if in answer, he fisted his cock and caused my eyes to leave his.

  They traveled down the chiseled length of his body to land on his cock, and he was correct. It did look quite angry.

  The head was a ruddy red, and the length of it was pulsing with veins.

  It was seriously the veiniest—is that even a word?—cock I’d ever seen. If it was a word, veiny would describe it. Jesus, the man was definitely gifted in the cock department, and if the time came that I ever had to compare my current love interest to him, it wouldn’t even be a fair comparison.

  “You’re staring at it like you’re scared,” he told me. “You don’t need to be scared.”

  And I must’ve solved some inner debate he’d been having with himself, because he dropped to his knees between my splayed open thighs, and dropped his mouth down to my pussy to place a single chaste kiss against the heart of me.

  The moment his lips touched me there, I felt my hips jerk down and my thighs quiver in anticipation.

  “God,” I breathed out shakily.

  Then I felt the scruff of his beard on the inside of my thighs, perilously close to everything that I wanted him to touch.

  His fingers. His beard. His tongue. His goddamn nose. I didn’t care. Anything at this point would do, as long as it belonged to him.

  The anticipation was killing me.

  His stupid finger started to swirl around in my juices, searching, but not touching anything important.

  My hips were moving along with his finger, trying to follow it to get him to where I most wanted him. Every time I moved, though, he’d move, too.

  Around and round he went, touching but not touching where I needed, lulling me into an almost mindless need.

  My eyes closed, and my fists clenched, and I waited for him to do something—anything.

  Then…he did.

  His finger penetrated me, and he didn’t stop until the webbing of his fingers was up against the slick flesh of my sex.

  My breath left me in a gasp, and my pussy clenched down on his fingers.

  “Your
cunt’s so pretty,” he whispered.

  I felt his breath on the inside of my thighs, his beard tickling my pussy lips.

  Then he curled his finger, and I forgot how to breathe. How to even function.

  Because he’d touched something that felt like he’d hooked my vagina up to a freakin’ electric jumper box and shot ten thousand volts into me.

  My clit pulsed, my vagina clenched, and a keening moan fell free of my lips.

  “Goddamn,” he grunted.

  Then his other hand moved to my pubic bone, and he pressed down lightly, causing my clit to press against the heel of his hand.

  And when he curled his finger down again, scraping something fucking phenomenal inside of me, I cried out as a burst of lightning tore through me.

  My pussy clenched on his finger, and the orgasm slammed into me so fast, that I had no time to prepare.

  One second I was there, and the next I was in an alternate universe where I was a slave to the sensations inside of me.

  Things pulsed and clenched, my thighs quivered. The bite of the rope on the insides of my thighs where I pulled on the rope was a sharp sting that only added to the feelings I couldn’t quite control.

  “I’m sure you’re nice and wet,” I distantly heard him say, “but I’m going to lick you, taste you, and fuck you with my tongue. That way there’s no question.”

  That way there’s no question.

  What he was going to do was kill me. He was going to lick me to death. Death by orgasm sounded like a perfect way to go, though.

  What I thought couldn’t get better, though, did. The moment his mouth hit me, and his tongue pushed inside of my still pulsing vagina, I realized that there was so much more to this sex thing.

  I didn’t think I’d ever get to a point where I’d get used to the feelings, because this was one thing that I never, ever wanted to get used to.

  I was on fire. My nerve endings were electric, and my breathing was at the point where I was on the verge of hyperventilating.

  The more he licked and sucked, the higher I climbed, until I was at the point where I wasn’t sure I’d be able to take anymore.

  Then he pulled back, stopped touching me completely, and moved to stand between my thighs.