Wargasm

by Sosie Frost

  “But?”

  “Nothing but you. Tonight. This once.”

  “Once will never be enough.”

  “Then it’s not fair to you,” she said.

  Fair? A beautiful woman had her legs spread inches from my watering mouth, asking me to fuck her with no strings attached. The world was being goddamned merciful to me, for once.

  “I get to fuck a sexy little princess begging for my cock.” I tugged her close, teasing her quivering folds with a gentle lick along her slit. “I get to sink my tongue into this honey-sweet pussy and watch you writhe. Micah, I’d call that fair.”

  My kiss teased the inside of her thighs, close enough to her perfection to earn a soft coo.

  Her words trembled. “Can it just be…sex?”

  “What else would you call this?” I asked.

  She shivered as my words heated her delicate skin. “Complications. Confusing. …Commitment.”

  “Relax, princess. I’d rather tie you up than tie the knot.”

  “Christ.”

  “Shut up and enjoy this.”

  “You’re such a prick.”

  “And you’re gonna beg for that prick in a minute.”

  I never considered myself a lucky man. Not after the injuries and surgeries, losing the multi-million dollar contract, and forcing myself to return home to take care of a family that didn’t want my help.

  But with this woman?

  With her legs spread and slippery pussy begging to be teased, tasted, and taken?

  A man like me didn’t make his own luck. We just got lucky.

  One leisurely lick of her clit dissolved her into shivers.

  Surprise, surprise. No more complaints. No more hesitations. No more awkwardly crossing her arms over those lovely breasts to hide her beauty from me. She rested on the comforter and gripped the blankets, squeezing hard.

  I knew the damage those manicured nails could do to a man’s back. If I was lucky, I’d earn another set of stripes from her. Anything to make this woman groan, buck, arch, and cream on my tongue.

  She tasted of sugar, slipped like silk on my lips, and trembled with excitement. I sunk deeper into her petals, nibbling her clit with a gentle rub of my tongue and hum from my lips. The vibration earned a gasp. Taking her clit into my mouth and suckling on that sexy little nub wound her tight.

  Micah arched against the bed, her head thrashing side to side as I wove circles of intensity over that sensitive spot.

  “Better than doing this by yourself, huh?” My words mumbled.

  Micah groaned. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

  I smirked. “I can stop if you like.”

  “Just don’t talk.”

  “What would you rather I do?”

  Micah bucked her hips. “This.”

  “What’s this?” I gave a lick. “A little taste?” I sucked her clit. “Something rougher?”

  “Cowboy…”

  “Tell me what you like…” I wasn’t taunting her. The curiosity slayed me. “I was rushed before. We only crashed together to get off. So, tell me what you like. What you want me to do.”

  Micah gritted her teeth as I lapped at her once more, thick strokes of my tongue. “That. Do that.”

  “Do what?”

  “What you’re doing…” Her body clenched, shaking and hard. “Damn it, Jules…”

  “Tell me.”

  “Whatever you want…” Her words turned breathless. “Just take me. Do what you want. Anywhere you touch…anywhere you kiss…it’s all…”

  “Good?”

  “I’ve never felt anything like it before.” Her words weakened. “You are what I need.”

  That was all the encouragement I required. All the motivation. All the honesty.

  Because she was all I needed too.

  The only woman who’d ever driven me mad with lust. The only pain in my ass that made the day worth living. The only little hellcat that deserved to be pounded, fucked, and taken six different ways until she understood that she belonged with me and under me and coming because of me.

  One orgasm on my tongue would convince her. One good pounding with my cock would ensnare her. And one night together would completely destroy me.

  No one had ever tasted this sweet. No woman had ever hardened me to the point of pain. No pussy had ever delighted me with such intoxicating secrets.

  I needed her. I wanted her.

  I hated her. I loved her.

  She was the worst thing that could have happened to me, and she carried the greatest gift of my life.

  She didn’t want complicated? Fine. Then I’d give her what she wanted. What she deserved.

  Pleasure. Delight. Peace.

  And I’d fuck those feelings away until we were both sweaty, exhausted, and too spent for any other thought but burying within each other once more.

  Her body quivered against my tongue. Her hips shook. Once. Twice. A heat washed over her pussy, and she cried out in utter delight as a rush of cream teased her petals. I sucked hard against her clit as she bucked, the orgasm tensing her beautiful slit. Her heat sucked in my tongue and demanded something harder, bigger, and greater than a soft caress.

  Micah gasped on the bed, breasts heaving, eyes heavy. I pulled away from her, but she grabbed my hand, tugging me close.

  “Was there anything else I could offer you, princess?” I asked.

  Micah guided me to the bed, but she pushed me down so she could carefully edge between my legs. Her hair fell from the pony tail, gracing her shoulders with dark curls. Her eyes narrowed on me, but I didn’t know if that smile was playful or a warning.

  It was worth dying to find out.

  “Saddle up, cowboy…” Her words teased with lust. “I wanna go for a ride.”

  11

  Micah

  What was it about this man that made me act so recklessly?

  He was a bastard who destroyed my inhibitions, liberated my shame, and encouraged my pleasure. Every tease was rewarded, every passion fulfilled, every taboo broken.

  I’d never felt like this with anyone. Never let myself climb over a man’s chest, lick a path of desire from every unbuttoned inch of his shirt. Never thought I’d be so overwhelmed by the sheer excitement of unfastening a belt and taking his solid, uncompromising length in my mouth.

  I wasn’t a girl who gave head.

  I wasn’t even a girl who had that much sex.

  Career first. Pleasure second. Men a distant third.

  So why did Julian Payne make me shed those reservations and descend into utter madness with the mere touch of his hand, a flick of his tongue, or the pulse of his cock?

  I had to taste him again. A kiss. A brush of his salty flesh. A swallow of his length.

  “Goddamn…” Julian’s hand curled into a fist as I kissed his entire length. Did he want to grip the bed, or would he grab my hair and guide my mouth? “What’s gotten into you, princess?”

  A good question. I never liked to be out of control. But as the frantic, clenching, uncompromising heat coiled me into a mess of slippery desire and desperate need, going feral felt right. Like it was the only way to survive. Crazed. Reckless. Impulsive.

  This behavior was everything I usually avoided. Especially as the only time I ever let those defenses down, I’d surrendered to my lust and ended up with a baby in my belly and the most arrogant man in the world invading my life.

  What would happen if I gave in to Julian this time?

  What else could I surrender?

  I knew the answer. So did he. That was the reason I didn’t speak. Didn’t let myself think. I stuffed my mouth with his thick cock and groaned over the velvet hardness that teased my tongue.

  If only sex could always be this way. No questions. No problems.

  No feelings.

  No ache in my chest and words on my lips that would only end in regret.

  I needed Julian Payne more than I’d ever admit. And each minute that passed trapped in his arms, quaking on his tongue, a
nd swallowing his cock made it harder to hate this man.

  “Fuck me…” Julian sucked in a harsh breath. “If you had done this before, we wouldn’t have gotten into trouble.”

  “You never asked…” I licked the head like a lollypop and sucked it down like it was the last bit of sugar on earth. “You just wanted to fuck me like a damned animal.”

  “And you wanted to get fucked like a little—”

  I hummed and trapped his cock between my teeth. “Careful, cowboy.”

  He dazzled me with that chiseled jaw and country dimples. “What’s wrong, princess? Too good to get taken like a little slut?”

  “I’m not a slut.”

  “You’re panting over my cock.”

  “Last time I do you a favor.”

  “Don’t always have to be so prissy and perfect…” He flexed his hips, burying his cock deeper in my mouth. “Have a little fun once in a while.”

  “I’ll be having fun for the next nine months.”

  “And anytime you need to get off…” A grunt shadowed his words. “I will never let a desperate woman suffer.”

  I took another deep taste of him. “You think you’re so cute, don’t you?”

  “Says the girl with her mouth around my cock.”

  I shifted over his muscular body—hard, packed strength rippling over his legs, abs, pecs. “You do realize that I’m only using you, right?”

  He shrugged, a lazy smile tugging his lips. “Use away.”

  “You are just a means to an end…” I tickled my fingers over his chest, amazed at the pure strength tensing beneath. “I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to get off, and then I’m going to go about my business.”

  “No.” Julian shook his head, slow and deliberate. “You’re going to fuck me. We’re going to get off. And then you’re gonna spend the rest of the night with my cum dripping out of you.”

  “Sounds like fun.”

  “You have no idea.” Julian seized my hips in his monstrous hands. “You’re gonna get off thinking of me. Gonna go to bed fantasizing about me. Gonna sleep dreaming of me. And then tomorrow morning?” He winked. “We’re gonna do it again so you spend every minute at the office slick with me.”

  I shivered. “You’re gonna have to work pretty hard to earn the right to spend the night.”

  “You’re the one on top, princess.” He slapped my ass. “Getty-up.”

  The son of a bitch took joy in degrading me. Unfortunately, so did I. My core—clenching and hot—begged for the chance to imbed itself on his cock.

  All I wanted was to bounce on that length until up was down, wrong was right, and Julian was anyone else in the world.

  I didn’t say a word. Didn’t tell him he was right. Didn’t reveal how badly I needed him or how much I ached just thinking about the few inches of separation between my soaked pussy and his thickness.

  I pumped his length three times with my fist to watch him groan with clenched teeth. Then I knelt over him, welcoming the thrill of delight as the puffy head of his cock stroked my wet, swollen slit.

  I’d already come once tonight. I’d never been a greedy girl. Hell, I’d never had any lovers who’d were skilled enough to deliver more pleasure. But if Julian was offering, I’d be crazy to not seize the opportunity and grind against his hips until my only concern would be falling asleep as the sun was rising.

  With a trembling breath, I threatened my little pussy with his massive length.

  I sunk down.

  His cock imbedded within me to the hilt. One solid strike through my core. A desperate slide into my tightness that reduced us both to eager shivers and revealing murmurs.

  He was more than big. Julian was perfect. A superheated villain and hero that struck through my wetness and sizzled my aching core. We barely fit together, hips against hips, my pussy ground against his body.

  It was everything I needed and more. His raging cock enthralled me, forcing me to the brink of a pleasure-fueled madness—a dangerous place where the truth shadowed every whimper. Revealing words, terrible words.

  I’d never been fucked like this before. Never wanted anyone has badly as him before. And worse secrets waded in the lust-freed depths of my soul. Dark and desperate thoughts swirled within the ecstasy.

  I’d never want another man except him. I’d never come so hard unless he delivered the pleasure. I’d never feel whole unless I was with Julian, taking him, wanting him, offering myself to him.

  I rested my palms on his chest and ground hard circles over his cock. Julian’s thick hand clutched my breasts, squeezing until my lips parted and he’d earned my squeal. His enraged desperation tormented me, pawing hard at my chest so sensitive from the pregnancy. I arched anyway, offering more of my breasts for him to take and maim and so gently tease with his tongue that the world crashed around me.

  Julian loved it, flexing his hips to impale his cock deeper inside me. He grinned, dark and sweaty.

  “Bet this is the only way you ever fucked before me,” he said.

  It was, but I played dumb. “You mean, sleeping with the wrong man?”

  “On top. In control. Playing it safe.”

  I took him deeper, humping my clit against his body. Every slide of my nub against his skin wound me in tight, delicious shivers.

  “What’s wrong with safe?” I whispered.

  His hands settled on my hips and squeezed hard, slamming me against his cock. “What’s wrong with going wild? Being spontaneous? Letting yourself go?”

  I bounced higher, torturing myself with delight. “I let myself go with you before. See what happened?”

  “Yeah. We didn’t go far enough.”

  Dangerous man. His cock twitched within me, growing harder, thicker. My eyes fluttered closed as a crash of pleasure stole my voice.

  “Know what you are?” Julian had enough teasing. He wrapped an arm around me and hauled himself up. I circled my arms around his neck as he pulled me into his lap, cock still buried inside me. “You’re afraid.”

  “Of what?” I asked.

  “You’re afraid to let someone get close. To open up to them. You’re afraid of anything that isn’t done by the rules and proper.” He pulled me to his chest as his lips traced my chin, my cheek, my ear. “Not everything fits neatly into a regulated ordinance or law. Sometimes you have to let go. Fuck a stranger. Realize everything you ever wanted is nine hard inches of inhibition.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “Maybe you’re right.”

  “I know I am.”

  “Or maybe…” I gripped his arms and ground against the flexing of his hips. “Maybe those rules keep us safe. Maybe that’s why I never got into trouble before I met you.”

  “I’m more than trouble, aren’t I?”

  I hummed. “Yeah. You’re a bastard. A prick. A pain in my ass.”

  “I’m the only man who has ever made you come.”

  I gritted my teeth. “Maybe.”

  He laughed, his voice husky and confident. “I don’t need your gratitude, princess. Only thing I’m after is that soaking wet pussy.”

  “You’re an arrogant jerk, Julian Payne.”

  “And that’s just what you needed, Micah Robinson.”

  I gasped as Julian flipped me onto my back. I didn’t have time to adjust before he settled over me, his body hard, sweaty, and tense. One remorseless thrust, and he’d bottomed out in me. He fucked a steady, uncompromising rhythm, enjoying how my breath turned to whimpers and my breasts swayed and slapped.

  “You’ve never surrendered to a man, have you?” Julian growled with a perverse, intoxicating excitement. “You’ve never let anyone get this close. Never let anyone see the real you. No one has really touched you or tasted you or given you the pleasure you deserve.”

  A desperate, clenching need pulsed inside me. “And you think you’re the man to do it?”

  “You already know what I can do for you…” Julian rolled his thumb over my clit as he moved within me, a steady aching touch that shocked me with
shivers. “You can’t resist me.”

  He was right.

  And it terrified me.

  “This is just sex, cowboy,” I whispered.

  “But I’m gonna make it the best you’ve ever had…” That cocky confidence returned, shadowed with desire and punctuated with a grunt as he slammed inside me. “And you’ll never want me to stop.”

  Julian fell over me, his thick arms propped beside my shoulders. My hips instinctually rose to welcome his deliberate, feral strokes into my wanting pussy. Every pump, every spine-shattering thrust drove passionate whimpers from my lips. Words I’d never imagined whispering to a man.

  More.

  Yes.

  Harder.

  Please.

  Within seconds, the pulse-pounding, body-clenching tension wove over my tender body. Another promise of pleasure. Another threat of utter destruction.

  How was I supposed to resist a man like Julian? He understood my body. He’d fucked me how I’d always dreamed I’d be taken. Rough, but not harsh. Fast, but not over quick. Julian devoured me whole and ravished me from the inside out, and all I could do was arch and clench and wait for the wonderful extravagance to overwhelm my senses and reduce me to oblivion.

  His movements quickened. Breathing turned harsh. Eyes flashed a warning, a serene green that promised everything and threatened even more.

  “You’re gonna come for me,” he whispered. “And you’re gonna remember who gave you this pleasure. From this moment on, if you want to get off, it’s gonna be because of me. Fingers. Tongue. Cock. Doesn’t matter. You belong to me.”

  I nodded as the pressure threatened to burst me from the inside out. “Think you can handle me, cowboy?”

  “Think you can live without me, princess?”

  No.

  Absolutely not.

  And that was a problem.

  And that was fantastic.

  And that was terrifying.

  And it was the thought that made me explode for the only man who had ever driven me to such pleasure.

  I gripped his arms, squeezing tight on his biceps, his shoulders, then finally around his neck. Julian rammed inside me again and again, falling over my body to wrap me in his arms and seize my moans in a perfect kiss.