by M. A. Ellis
She shifted her feet, the globes of her heart-shaped ass rocking from side to side as if she’d somehow been able to read his previous thoughts. Or maybe she knew how much of as ass man he truly was. A set of full breasts were nice but they didn’t compare to the wonders of smooth, taut butt cheeks.
“Shit, woman. Which way to the bedroom?”
“I thought you wanted me now?” Her tone was all innocence but when she looked over her shoulder, her eyes told a totally different story. They were glowing with desire.
A gentleman would ask her if she was certain but the lure of her lush ass was a distraction he couldn’t combat. He reached out and ran his hands along the outer curves of her hips, giving her toned flesh a firm squeeze before moving upward over her rib cage. He skimmed the undersides of her breasts and she leaned forward quickly.
He pulled his hands away and worked his jeans off his hips as he bent and placed a kiss along her shoulder blade.
“You can have your way now,” he said against her soft skin. “But you know I’m going to see all of you soon.”
The mere thought of all the things he wanted to do with her caused his cock to twitch and he took a handful of his turgid flesh and allowed himself one selfish downward stroke before pulling his wallet from his back pocket and quickly retrieving a condom. Stepping forward, he ran his engorged cock head against Susanne’s drenched flesh before ripping the foil packet open and sheathing his shaft. He bent his knees to allow for the perfect alignment and took a deep breath.
He innately knew her pussy was going to be tight. One of his favorite sensations in life came from working himself into a woman’s heat. Nothing compared to the feel of lubing his cock with pussy juice and slowly pushing his way inside. He ran one finger along her slit, unable to stop himself from a tiny bit of insertion to test her tautness. She gave a little moan and he shook his head.
“So fucking snug, sugar.” He removed his finger and ran his cock head up and down her drenched slit before pressing just the tip of his cock between her inner lips. He gritted his teeth and pushed inside, stopping when the rim of his cock cleared her tight opening.
“I’ll beg forgiveness now, in case I go off after a dozen or so strokes.”
“Oh shit,” she moaned. “You’re too big.”
Trey snorted and wrapped his hands around her hips. He sensed that she was about to wiggle and held her still.
“The words every man wants to hear the first time he breaches his woman’s pussy. Mercy, don’t move. I’m going to try to do this with a little finesse, even though my balls are all but ready to explode.”
“I don’t care,” she said, the muscles in her ass tensing under has hands. He pressed a fraction of an inch forward and felt her quiver.
“I want you to fuck me. Now,” she ordered boldly.
She tried to move and he tightened his grip, praying she wasn’t going to be bruised come morning. Her words sent a jolt of lust spiraling through his body, and despite all good intentions, he began to rock his hips in a short motion that afforded him the opportunity to brush against her G-spot.
“Oh my god!”
“Is that really all you’re looking for? A quick fuck?” Part of him wanted her to say “no” so he’d be forced to take things slowly but another part—a more primal one—hoped she’d say “yes” so he could drop his restraint. The urge to pound hard and fast into her welcoming warmth was overwhelming,
His gaze drifted up the smooth planes of her back while he waited for her reply. All he received in response was another low moan and the sight of her dropping her chin toward her chest. The little movement parted her long hair, exposing the base of her neck. Like a stud to a prize mare, he had the urge to cover her, to seat himself fully while he nipped the little patch of skin and claim her for his own.
It was an overwhelming feeling—completely foreign—and he forced himself to look away, focusing instead on his cock sliding in and out, her juices slicking his latex-covered shaft with an erotic shine. He slowed his tempo to a near stop and her curse barely registered. He pulled completely out and then pushed back inside, slowly burying inch after inch until his balls were flush against her skin. The feeling was pure heaven.
“Oh god please,” she whimpered, dropping her palms and upper body a little lower on the wall. The angle forced her body to tighten around his shaft and he quickly slid an arm around her waist for support, his vision momentarily blurring.
“Are you trying to drive me insane, woman?”
“No.”
He pulled free again, taking his shaft in hand as he shifted his feet and rubbed his slicked cock head over her clit. He tapped randomly against the swollen flesh, nearly coming from the duality of her soft folds and engorged flesh. He’d never felt a clit so pronounced. So hard. He couldn’t wait to see it up close. To suck the little nub into his mouth.
“What’d I say about you and the word ‘no’?” Her body quivered and he switched to a steady tempo that had her moving one hand from the wall. She reached down and grabbed the hand covering her hip.
“Please,” she moaned, squeezing his fingers.
“I like ‘please’. And I like to please.” He shifted and plunged into her hot pussy once again, thrusting with a steady rhythm that broke a fine sheen of perspiration along his spine. “Can I please you, Susanne?”
“Yes,” she cried, catching his pace and perfectly offering an alternate thrust that had him moaning as well.
“You feel so fucking good. Like you were made just for me.”
“I was,” she gasped. “I was.”
Trey felt the familiar gripping that heralded his oncoming orgasm and he thrust faster, the front of his jeans-clad thighs loudly slapping the backs of her legs. He knew his body well. He probably had less than a dozen strokes left before he came and he pulled her upper body toward him, nuzzling her neck as he brought their bodies tightly together.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he said with a mildly disheartened snort.
“Then come,” she panted harshly, turning her head so he could place a quick, intimate kiss on her parted mouth.
“After you,” he said, sucking the patch of skin he had found so tempting into his mouth. She writhed against him and he bit down gently.
Her orgasmic cry echoed through the room. He lasted two more strokes before he pulled out and jerked the condom off, tossing it toward the trash can. With a harsh groan, Trey closed his eyes and shot his hot seed over her lower back. He milked his cock until all that remained was a solitary drop of cum dangling from the tip. He watched it fall, his heartbeat backing down from its frantic tempo as he slowly forced himself back to earth.
“You didn’t need to pull out,” she said softly, walking her hands up the wall for better support. Her voice sounded a hell of a lot more alert than he felt.
“I’m one hundred percent clean, darlin’, and I’m willing to bet you are too, but I’m not much of a gamblin’ man…even with a condom,” he said, unable to help wondering if there was something else he could have done to make her totally incoherent. She continued to shift her hips as if tiny aftershocks might be rolling through her body and a trail of pussy juice was sliding down the inside of one of her thighs. “Where’re the tissues?”
“Just use my panties, I think they’re probably ruined anyway,” she sighed and he could hear the smile in her voice.
He bent and snagged her torn underwear, carefully wiping her clean. His knuckles brushed her over-sensitized labia and she sucked in her breath.
“I’m on the Pill.”
Her succinct announcement had his balls curling inward and his cock offering one quick flex.
“That’ll be good to know for next time,” he admitted with a surprised smile.
She flipped her dark hair over her shoulders and stood up straight. Despite the confident pose, her voice held a chord of apprehension. “When do you see this happening again?”
Her skin was like alabaster and he ran one hand from her
neck to the base of her spine, enjoying the contrast of his dark skin to her paleness. He hooked his finger around the fabric of her racerback bra and pulled her upper body away from the wall.
“In about twenty minutes.” He turned her toward him and kissed her softly, not questioning why having her secure in his embrace seemed like the most important thing in the world. He scooped her into his arms and headed toward the living area.
“That quick, huh?”
She heaved a heavy sigh and tilted her head backward against his shoulder. He looked down, saw her half-closed eyes and satiated smile and stopped dead. He staggered as a sharp pain in the vicinity of his heart struck him.
That’s not good, son. You’re supposed to be detached, remember? Could just be an irregular heartbeat. An unknown medical condition would be preferable to feeling guilty over fulfilling his promise to his uncle. And there was no way he was ready to consider that she had somehow touched a part of his soul that had been buried for a very long time.
He sure as fuck didn’t want to head down that trail now but with his brother’s recent engagement Trey had come to the realization that they had possibly wasted a good number of their prime years—years that should have been focused on fidelity-based relationships rather than various forms of taboo delights. In their minds, they always assumed fate would offer them the perfect woman who could share in the ménage lifestyle they oftentimes enjoyed. Their dreams had never included Trey being alone or their brotherly bond nearly severed.
Susanne reached up and cradled his jaw in her small hand before slowing tracing the lines of his mustache and goatee with one slender finger. He turned his face into her palm and nipped at her skin. He needed a distraction and he needed one quickly.
“Country boys are resilient…when we need to be,” he finally said, offering her a wink. “Grab the Jack and tell me which bedroom is yours?”
“To the left,” she said, unscrewing the bottle and taking a healthy sip.
“Easy now. I’ve got plans for you, missy.”
“Do you now?” she teased, nuzzling his chest.
He couldn’t wait to get his shirt and her bra off so they could be skin to skin. He’d never had such a strong desire to show a woman exactly how good of a man he could be. He’d always been a considerate lover but with Susanne he had the overwhelming urge to pull out every sexual trick he had learned and every technique he’d perfected over the past twenty years, just in case that’s what it would take.
Take? For what, son?
More than a night or two of random loving? More than being a man who was willing to share his chosen woman? That had worked out nicely until his sibling had met the love of his life and turned suddenly possessive. Trey had been pissed at first. Pissed and hurt. But now he couldn’t blame Gabe. Not one bit. While the sharing over the past four years had been fun, it wasn’t realistic from a let’s-settle-down-and-raise-a-family standpoint. And with the Ryder clan, it always came back to family. And wasn’t that a kick in the ass?
“Why are you smiling?” Susanne asked as they walked through the doorway to her room. “You looked really far away for a second but now you just look diabolical.”
He lowered her feet to the floor and took the bottle from her fingers.
“Speaking of diabolical—I forgot the berries. And the cola. We keep swiggin’ this straight and no one’s going to remember what happened, come morning.”
“Would that be a bad thing?” she asked in a demure voice that didn’t remotely go with the image she presented.
Trey tossed her the silky cord that had been looped around his wrist the entire time they’d been making love and took a step backward to study her half-naked body.
“You look totally hot, standing there with your upper half covered and your pussy bare. You’re runnin’ that rope through your fingers like you can’t wait to feel its soft restraint.”
She quickly tossed the rope on the bed and set the bottle on the nightstand before reaching for the front clasp of her bra.
“No, no, no. I want to strip you the rest of the way. Just stand there until I get back.”
“Is that an order? One that will be punishable if I disobey?”
“Yes…and yes,” he said, swallowing hard. He was more than adept at all manners of discipline but doubted she knew what she was hinting at. “Are you up for the punishment?”
“If it feels as good as it did a little bit ago? Maybe. As long as it’s not to the point that I’m crying in pain.”
Her gaze darted to the rope that lay on top of the comforter and Trey felt his sac give a slow, lazy roll that set his teeth on edge.
Trey snorted, unable to stand not touching her when she was so damn appealing. He wrapped his arms low around her waist and pulled her roughly against his body, marveling at the little jump his dick gave.
“Oh, there’ll be cries. And there’ll be pain of a certain sort,” he said, taking her face in his hands and kissing her deep and slow, not stopping until her little mewl of pleasure echoed through his mouth. He pulled back and ran his hands up the sides of her body until he was cupping her breasts.
“Your pussy is going to be throbbing, each little pulsation of desire begging for my touch. And these…” He brushed over the center of her lace-covered breasts, back and forth until her nipples hardened. “You’re going to offer me the world to make the ache in these tight little buds go away.”
“Am I going to need a safeword?”
“Safeword?” He looked down and studied her eyes. They were filled with a combination of curiosity and desire and he offered her a throaty chuckle before he forced himself to back up. “Trust me. You’ll never use it.”
“You don’t know that,” she replied, reaching for him as he stepped away.
“I do, for a fact. When it’s all said and done, sugar, you’re going to be pleading with me not to stop.”
Chapter Three
Overbearing men did nothing for Susanne. Egotistical statements and invisible me-Tarzan-you-Jane chest thumping normally sent her into complete ice-princess mode.
So why am I letting Cowboy Sexy slide?
Maybe it was the utterly confident tone of his voice. Maybe it was the way he looked down, eyes twinkling with promise as he held her loosely in his arms. Maybe it was the way his unzipped jeans rode low on his hips as he turned and walked out the bedroom door. Maybe it was none of those things. Maybe it was as simple as her being a totally horny woman looking for a night of possibly the best sex ever.
Too late…that just happened in the hallway. Yeah. Braced up against a wall, half undressed. What sad testimony to my recent sexual encounters.
She’d had men make her pussy tingle before. But not like Trey, aka Lucifer. She hadn’t drunk so much that she imagined, through all the thrusting and moaning and slapping of flesh against denim, that level of respectfulness he exuded. There was no doubt in her mind that the man was pure authenticity. A gentleman.
He’d thrown the sexual ball into her court. He gave her the opportunity to obey or disobey—one way or another—so there would be no mixed signals. She took one last glance at the small coil of silky rope and her pulse spiked. She didn’t want to overanalyze why she inexplicably trusted him. All she wanted to do was simply embrace the moment and feel. She heard him walking toward the bedroom and quickly undid her bra and tossed it aside.
He ambled into the room, sexily barefoot, carrying the bowl of berries, a can of cola and a glass of ice.
“You took off your boots,” she blurted when she noticed his bare feet.
“And you were a very naughty girl and took off your bra. Even when I asked you not to.”
He walked up to her until their bodies were nearly touching and then leaned around her right side to place the bowl on the nightstand. His chin grazed the outer edge of her shoulder and she shuddered. He automatically reached out and slowly ran his palms up and down her arms, barely touching her flesh.
“Cold?” he asked, hands hovering just below
her shoulders. His large thumbs drifted to the sensitive crease of skin between her upper arms and the outer curve of her breasts and Susanne shivered once more before a rush of heat rolled through her body.
“No. I’m hot.”
“Don’t I know that?” he barely whispered. His gaze traveled over her exposed skin as if he were memorizing something of great import and Susanne fought the urge to squirm.
She was about to tell him there wasn’t anything there worth looking at for that long when he grabbed both her wrists and pushed them behind her back. The quick movement forced her breasts to jut outward.
“What should I do to a woman who can’t follow a simple instruction?” His voice was a low, seductive caress that had her nipples beading.
He caught both her wrists in one of his hands and moved to her side. She tested his grip and the pressure slackened just enough that she realized he’d let her go if she wished. He slowly lowered his mouth toward one nipple, his breath leaving a warming trail along her cleavage and she knew what she truly yearned for.
With a wide, open-mouthed caress he covered her nipple, his tongue tracing lazy circles around her areola until her belly coiled and a trail of wetness slid down her inner thigh. She arched her back, trying to silently guide him to the other side but he wouldn’t be detoured. He licked and sucked and licked and sucked, his mouth never losing suction. She tried to shift her upper body from side to side but he trapped her distended nipple between his teeth.
“You want a little more?” he asked around the hardened flesh, looking up at her through long lashes.
“Yesss,” she hissed, unable to pull her gaze away.
He covered his teeth with his lips and took hold of the turgid peak, biting down with a slow, steady pressure that had her rubbing her thighs together in a futile attempt at stopping the shot of electricity that rocketed straight to her pussy.