Desired

by Stacey Kennedy

  When her breathing through her nose increased across his face, he broke the kiss and asked, “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you,” she whispered.

  “Inside you?”

  “Deep inside me.”

  His smile came fierce, and he suspected it looked deadly. “Then wrap your legs around my hips.” Instantly, her legs locked around his waist and her fingernails dug into his shoulders.

  He dipped inside her and she arched into him, her breasts pressing against his chest. His cock strained against her tight channel and he growled, “Deeper, Ella?”

  “Deeper!”

  When he plunged into the depths of her, Ella’s slick heat massaged him and her gaze went wild. Drawing out her need, he thrust slowly in and out, forcing her higher into pleasure. She all but vibrated around him, but he wouldn’t allow her to come again so easily. Withdrawing from her sex, he settled onto his knees, and spotted the disappointment in her features.

  “Up on your knees,” he said.

  With a sweet smile, she flipped over and her hands pressed against the mattress. He tsked, and then watched her tense. “Head down to the mattress, angle your ass up, and arch your back.”

  “Why?”

  He slid his touch over her bottom and squeezed her cheeks. “Because you’d be a damn beautiful sight, Ella, and seeing you that way will excite me.”

  Pleasing him to no end, her hesitation lasted only a mere second before she lowered her shoulders to the bed and arched her back, shoving her backside in the air. Still, she had much to learn. “Spread your legs, always nice and wide for me.”

  She opened her thighs, showing off her soaking pink folds. He grunted and his cock ached. “Do you like knowing that I’m thinking of nothing else but fucking you hard when you’re in this position?”

  “Yes.” She shivered.

  For a woman who had never had a one-night stand before and obviously hadn’t played with a Dom who requested such bold actions, she was very willing. He wondered why that was, or if maybe she had something to prove to herself. But he also was only too glad she did as he asked.

  It made his Dominance easier.

  Moving in closer behind her, he rubbed her round ass cheeks. “From here on out, when I say On your knees, this is the position I want you to go in. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  Sir, the word seemed like it belonged there after she spoke. Kyler wouldn’t pretend that didn’t mean something. He knew a good thing when he saw it, and this connection between them was a damn good thing. He rubbed her bottom, warming the skin. “Have you ever been spanked?”

  She tightened her buttocks. “No.”

  He chuckled at the show of nerves, an expected reaction from a vanilla woman. He continued running his hands over her flesh until she relaxed under his touch, and he moaned in approval. “Have you ever wanted a man to spank your sexy ass?”

  “Yes.”

  Good.

  He lightly tapped her bottom, and she gasped. When she softened again, he sent five light-and-quick slaps to each buttock, reddening the skin. He licked his lips as her bottom was beautiful with his red markings. “Do you like it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “It feels good,” she drawled.

  In approval of her answer, he closed in on her and placed a hand on top of her bottom, then reentered her in a quick stroke. She moaned a lovely sound for a Dom as he slapped her ass with each thrust forward. Squeezing her buttocks in his hands, he spread her cheeks, gazing over her puckered hole and wondering if anyone had ever fucked her there.

  Not tonight …

  His muscles flexed and burned with each thrust forward, and he grunted, mirroring her sexy moans. She pressed her face against the mattress and her eyes were pinched shut. A need to see her eyes consumed him, but her channel squeezed at him, so tight, and so ready to explode around him.

  Fuck, he wanted to bind her with anything he could find. Ella would look amazing wrapped in his ropes, but that was something he had to earn from her. She couldn’t possibly trust him enough for that. And he’d never take a submissive too far, too soon.

  The moment her pussy spasmed, indicating the rise of her climax, he withdrew from her tight heat. She screamed a sound of pure frustration, and he chuckled. “Greedy little thing you are with your orgasms.”

  Something he would train out of her, if she allowed him the right. She came so easily, her orgasms never had the chance to build in intensity. Thinking to himself that that would be a fun scene and giving her ass a final slap, he ordered, “Flip over.”

  She turned onto her back, and he discovered eyes so rich with lust. Such a pretty little thing you are. Lowering his head, he licked a taut nipple and squeezed her breast. She gave him soft moans, and he started to wonder if any part of Ella wasn’t super-sensitized.

  Cupping both breasts in his hands, he enjoyed the perfect handfuls of soft, supple skin. He bit one nipple, feeling her shudder. You’d like nipple clamps. To test her, he grabbed both wrists and placed them in his one hand over the top of her head, and she squirmed beneath him with deep gasps. And bondage, too.

  With his cock aching to blow, he rolled off her and onto his back, then lifted her onto his lap. “Ride me, sweetheart.”

  Her lips parted as her gaze burned molten hot. He held his cock out to her and she pressed her hands against his chest, slowly lowering down onto him. As she bounced on him, her breasts jiggled, which was exactly why he didn’t prefer skinny women. He loved curves. And he especially enjoyed knowing a woman wouldn’t break under his powerful thrusts.

  Ella was pure, seductive woman.

  Every time she thrust down onto him, he grunted, overwhelmed by the lovely view she offered. Her braided hair was disheveled, with strands sticking out. It only increased his desire; a bit messy looked good on her.

  She pressed against his shoulders and shifted her hips, rocking against him. He grunted, unable to look away from her. Relishing the feel of her tight heat against him, he wanted nothing more than to ride her hard. But he allowed her to play, as she appeared to like being on top. Pride lightened her eyes, a look that also belonged to a submissive; Ella felt good about herself when pleasing others.

  Entranced by her, he tangled his fingers into the back of her braid and pulled her mouth close to his. As she bounced on the tip of his cock, a groan ripped from his throat before he devoured her moan with his mouth. He didn’t work her with gentle testing, but commanded her with bruising kisses. And she moaned with every swipe of his tongue.

  Dropping a hand between them, he swirled around her clit, feeling tremors rocking through her. Even her lips quivered against his mouth. Her gasps washed across him in a heady desire he needed to fulfill. Continuing to rub her, he gripped her hair tight, pinning her right where he wanted her. Then he lifted his hips off the mattress and he drove up into her tight sex. Her eyelids lowered, and her moans shifted to deep panting brushing across his face.

  “Fuck, yes,” she screamed, long and drawn out.

  Keeping his hold tight in her hair, he continued to thrust up into her as her screams echoed a complete loss of control. Total freedom. Grunting, he bit his lip and focused off his pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.

  Her pussy clamped like a vise against him, and as moisture dripped onto his sac, heat roared up his spine, stripping his control. He smacked her ass and then pushed against her chest, sending her onto her back. Moving onto his knees, he grasped her one leg and raised it over his shoulder, then pushed the other leg open with his thigh. He reentered her with one quick stroke and then he rode her hard.

  Her gaze widened, almost crazed with pleasure. She gripped his biceps with her fingernails and her lips were parted wide as sensual moans spilled over him. Moving his hips rapidly, he thrust into her, purposely brushing against her G-spot. Beneath him, her breasts were bouncing under his thrusts, treating him to one helluva view. Unable to stop the impulse, he grabbed one, squeezing it tig
htly and then pinching a nipple.

  “Oh, yes!” she screamed.

  Her tight heat spasmed around his shaft, and he didn’t have the ability to refuse his needs. He pushed forward, leaning against her leg, and then he unleashed all his strength onto her perfect overheated body.

  He took her ruthlessly, and she began shouting sounds every Dom loved, noises of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. Each slap of skin against skin made his balls tighten as pins and needles crept up his spine. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her cheek, but he didn’t relent. The sucking sounds from their love drove a feral need inside to possess this woman.

  Tonight, her body belonged to him.

  Sexy moans poured from her mouth, and her eyes were lost in a frenzy of euphoric bliss. Her tight cunt offered him a glorious ride, all but begging for his seed. As he thrust forward, her sex went into strong convulsions around him, ushering in his climax.

  The sensation rose like a fever in his body, slowly building until the need enveloped him. He witnessed her eyes widen as his cock hardened further and grew bigger inside her. Then, as quickly as he’d spotted her reaction, she exploded beneath him, her pussy massaging him and calling for his release.

  With a roar from deep in his soul, he bucked and jerked, as his semen burst from his cock with such speed he couldn’t manage to keep his eyes open. He simply lost himself in wave after wave of pleasure that rendered him into a state of incoherence.

  Only when he heard her soft chuckle and felt her squirm beneath him did he even attempt to regain the strength to move. He forced his weak arms to hold his weight and looked down to her. She was breathless as she said, “I think I’ve officially died from orgasms.”

  He chuckled with her, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. “Then I’ve done my job quite well.” Since that pain in your eyes is gone, sweet one.

  A wrinkle marred her forehead. “Is that what this is to you, a job?”

  The anger in her voice was clear-cut. He rolled off her and gathered her to his side. In vanilla terms, what he said would be insulting. In his world, though, it was true. As her Dom, he’d done right by her. He’d left her happy and satisfied, as well as cleared her pain away for a little while: a job well done.

  Leaning his head up off the pillow, he brushed his nose against hers. “Ella, if someone paid me to spend my days fucking you, I wouldn’t complain.”

  The hardness in her gaze softened, as did her voice. “Has anyone ever told you that you have odd word choices?”

  He dropped his head to the pillow, running his hand over her damp, soft back. “Odd in what way?”

  She regarded him with a nibble of her lip. “Just weird. Like you said you did a good job, as if you have a duty to me or something.”

  Ah, she was smart.

  He liked that.

  He arched a brow. “Do my word choices bother you?”

  “No.” She slowly shook her head, watching him closely with guarded, glassy eyes. “I’m just trying to get a read on you.”

  He laughed, slapping her ass with a light tap, which had her giving a lovely squirm. He didn’t mind that she saw deeply into him to understand there was more going on there. In fact, he thought it was attractive that she was clever. But explaining his sexual interests and that he played at Club Sin wasn’t anything he wanted to get into now. He needed to understand more about Ella first, besides that they connected on a sexual level. “Why don’t you save the interrogation for tomorrow over breakfast?”

  She gave him quite the sweet look with raised brows. “Isn’t this the time I’m supposed to get up and go to my own bed, since this is not a dating type of arrangement? Isn’t that how one-night stands usually go?”

  He brushed her hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear, quite taken with her. “This is the time that you relax in my arms and go to sleep. We’re going to be friends, Ella, so you’re going to have to learn to deal with my wanting to be around you.”

  With a loud snort, she pushed up against his chest and gave him a stern look. “Are you always this bossy?”

  He couldn’t fight his smile. She looked cute annoyed. “Ella, I just fucked you, so I can’t see why sleeping in my bed and going for breakfast is such a problem. Friends don’t just fuck, they spend time together.” He grabbed her braided hair and tugged, bringing her mouth closer to him. “Besides, we already talked about my wanting to get to know you better and agreed to that, didn’t we?”

  “Ever the negotiator,” she said with a dry voice.

  He barked a laugh; if only she knew. “Something like that.”

  Chapter Six

  The scent of coffee drifted through Ella’s nostrils and opened her eyes. She stared out at the French doors, and the sun pooled in through the windows, casting light against the hardwood floors. A squeak of the floor had her rolling onto her back, and she saw Kyler approaching her with a mug in his hand. His wet hair suggested he’d showered.

  Dressed in a light blue T-shirt and dark jeans, he was mouthwateringly gorgeous. She gulped, feeling such an odd connection to him. Her entire body awakened in his presence. She didn’t even know him, but there was a level of comfort with Kyler that was completely unexpected.

  “How long have you been up?” she asked.

  He dropped down onto the mattress next to her, staring at her with those gorgeous eyes. “Long enough to make you horrible hotel coffee.” Smiling, he offered her the mug. “I saw at dinner last night that you took one sugar, yes?”

  She sat up against the fluffy pillows behind her and pulled up the blankets, covering her chest. Then she accepted the cup, inhaling the rich aroma. The coffee smelled strong, but she liked her coffee powerful.

  As she moved against the pillows, getting more comfortable, her body ached, especially between her thighs. It hurt in that good way. Hell, she hadn’t ached from a night of hot sex in a very long time. Actually, she couldn’t remember a time when she’d ever been pleasantly sore from sex.

  She liked it.

  She wanted more.

  Over the rim of her coffee cup, she stared at Kyler’s sexy smile, which looked way more dangerous in the daylight. She considered what he’d said, and she couldn’t believe he’d been watching her that intently to notice what she’d taken in her coffee. Good grief, was this man not only smoking hot, but sweet, too?

  If Kyler didn’t show a flaw soon, she might resort to pinching herself to wake up from this incredible dream. To add moisture to her increasingly dry throat, she sipped her coffee and hummed in happiness.

  His eyebrow arched, a move that suddenly seemed attached to her hormones. “Not too bad?”

  “It’s strong, but I like it that way.”

  “Good.” He cocked his head, giving her a curious look. “Where’s your room key?”

  “My dress has a little pocket on the side, and it’s in there.” She placed the mug against her lap. “Why?”

  He approached her dress on the floor with his fluid gait, and within a second, he pulled out the key card. Then he looked to her with those eyes that were far more powerful than she’d realized last night.

  Oh, hell, he is hot!

  All he did was stand there, but desire rushed into her. She squirmed against the mattress and her nipples puckered against the soft sheets. His eyebrows rose with his devilish grin, as if he was reading straight through her. “Go have a shower. I’ll get your bag so you can change. We don’t want you to suffer the walk of shame back to your room.”

  She gripped her mug tight, fighting against the pull of arousal begging her to go to him. “The walk of shame?”

  “Where everyone knows you had wild sex with one of the groomsmen.” He laughed, likely at her horrified expression. “What’s your room number?”

  “Two hundred and twelve,” she replied, feeling her cheeks warm. God, she had done that, hadn’t she? But really, she couldn’t care less. She’d had the best sex of her life with Kyler last night. He’d made her orgasm, not once, not twice, but three freaking
times.

  She felt giddy inside, like the slightly awkward girl who’d managed to gain the attention of the hot quarterback. She’d always been okay with who she was, being a bookworm and a homebody, and she liked herself. In fact, she’d always thought she’d been born in the wrong era. Where women dressed down nowadays, she’d always worn dresses inspired by the fashion of the 1950s, and she never went out of the house without her hair done. She didn’t think she was vain; she simply liked looking pretty in high heels and cute dresses.

  Standing at the end of the bed, he gestured toward the bathroom. “All right, I’ll go get your stuff. Enjoy your shower.” Hardness appeared in his gaze. “Use the strawberry-scented shampoo.”

  She took another sip of her coffee and then chuckled. “You used strawberry-scented shampoo?”

  He crossed his arms over his thick chest, looking ever the more powerful. “That would be very unlikely. I brought my own from home, but that strawberry one the hotel offers will smell delicious on you.”

  She wondered if she should be more offended that he told her to do things, but somehow it didn’t bother her. Really, was it so awful that he liked the smell of the shampoo and wanted to smell it on her?

  “All right. Will do.” She placed the coffee mug on the night table next to her. Feeling empowered by last night, she pushed the sheets off and stood in front of him totally nude.

  His gaze did a full dance over her body, stopping at the junction between her thighs. “Your cunt looks nice that way.” The naughty words had her mouth dropping open, but warmed her right down to her toes. The heat roaring through her only increased as his piercing eyes lifted to hers. “Bare, with only that strip of short hair—very nice.”

  “Thank you, I think.”

  A possessive edge that made no sense rushed across his features. “Keep it like that, all right?” His gaze drifted to between her legs, and a low rumble rose from his chest. “It’s pretty.”