Rheya’s hand skimmed down her stomach, bunching the material of her shift and tugged it to her hips. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she remembered the way the firelight had played off his bronzed chest. Her mind’s eye greedily roved over the hard panes of his muscled body, over broad shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist. Black hair framed his manhood, standing erect and commanding her full attention.
Her hand ventured further, brushing her thighs and toying with the thatch of bright red hair. Even the memory of him was enough to leave her sopping wet.
“Undress,” he had said, his husky voice a firm command.
She did so, hands trembling at the laces of her shirt. She’d wanted him for so long, but when the moment had come, all she could think about was her lack of experience and how much his member might hurt as it entered her.
He would have none of it. Ryder grabbed her shirt by the collar and pulled, ripping it in half. Her doeskin leggings met a similar fate.
Gods, how nervous she had been as his ice blue eyes wandered over her naked body. He had licked his lips and grinned in a way that never quite reached his eyes.
Rheya’s finger dove into the nest of curls as she remembered the way he pushed her to the floor, his big body covering hers.
“Are you wet for me?” he had asked. She had been, though not nearly enough.
His large fingers pried her lower lips apart, much in the very same way hers were doing now. He touched something inside her that made her back arch as pleasure spiked through her. Rheya touched herself there now and moaned. Her free hand pinched her nipple, the same one he’d bitten that night.
Ryder flicked his finger back and forth across her nub, teeth intermittently biting her breast until she was nothing but a quivering mask of sensation beneath him. His fingers dipped lower, prodding deeper inside her.
“So tiny,” he murmured against her breast. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move. Would you like that?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but moaned instead.
Ryder bit her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she forced out between clenched teeth. “Please, Ryder, I feel like I’m going to explode.”
Rheya brushed the pad of her forefinger back and forth across her nub as she remembered the smirk he gave her.
Ryder reached between them and positioned the head of his member at her opening.
“Will it hurt?” she asked, hands settling on his shoulder.
“It always hurts the first time.” He pushed forward.
She felt the head penetrate her folds, forcing into her hole. A terrible fullness seized her and Rheya squirmed under him, closing her eyes.
“Stop moving or I’ll thrust inside you and rip you apart,” he growled down at her.
Rheya stilled at once. He was trying to be gentle, but she knew gentleness wasn’t in his nature.
She squeezed her own breast harder, hips bucking against her hand. Ryder had pushed further inside her as she clenched her eyes shut tightly.
“Open you fucking eyes. I want to see them when I take you.”
Her eyes popped open. Sweat beaded on his forehead and she knew he was using every ounce of self-control not to thrust that monstrous thing inside her all at once.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned, pushing more inside. Her nails dug into his shoulder and she bit into her lower lip.
“Is it in yet?” Rheya asked when he stilled.
“Just giving you time to adjust,” he said, “You still have several inches to go.”
“I… I don’t think I can do this.”
“Too late to turn back now. I’m fucking you one way or the other tonight.”
He reached between them, back to the nub and soon had her writing beneath him once more. He strained against her, forcing a little more inside. It hurt, but at least his fingers soothed away most of the pain.
“This is going to hurt,” he said right before he thrust all the way inside her.
Rheya screamed as he ripped something inside her. Moisture coated her hand at the memory.
Ryder remained still for a long time, allowing her body to grow accustomed to his titanic girth.
He pulled out slowly and worked his way back in while she whimpered beneath him. In an uncharacteristic show of kindness, he brushed the hair away from her forehead.
“Give it time.” He shuddered as he thrust back inside her. “You’re so fucking tight, Rheya. Never been with anyone so tight before. Feels so good.”
Warmth began to spread from her nether regions into her stomach. She stopped whimpering and gasped instead, feeling the first stirring of pleasure as he entered her.
Ryder seemed to sense this and increased his pace, grunts escaping his mouth. Rheya fingered herself faster, recalling the moment she’d wrapped her legs around his hips and felt him slide deeper.
She rose to meet his thrusts, back arching so he could feast on her breasts again. They had been bruised for weeks after that night, but she didn’t care.
Her inner muscles contracted, signaling her climax was near and Rheya slowed her pace so she could remember more of that night.
His muscled body plunged into hers hard enough to drive her across the cold stone floor. He fisted a hand in her bright red hair to keep her still.
“Going to fuck you so hard,” he growled as he bit her throat. “Until you beg me to stop. You’re mine, Rheya.”
Those words brought her to the edge faster than she would have liked. Rheya gasped as her muscles spasmed around her finger.
You’re mine.
She continued toying with herself until the last spasm died away.
Rheya sighed as she pulled her hand away and rolled over, tugging the covers higher. The release had certainly eased her tension, but sleep still wouldn’t come.
It wasn’t the same without him. Circumstances had only given the two one night together before he had to leave. That was three years ago and she still craved the feel of his large hands on her body, the way he stretched her almost to the point of pain.
Rheya closed her eyes, wondering if she’d ever feel so full again.
She sat behind the bar of the empty tavern, idly playing with strands of her red hair. If business continued like this, she’d find herself out on the street,
As if the gods had heard her, the door opened. Rheya sat up suddenly, her heart in her throat, fervently hoping it might be Ruder. He said he’d come back when he could.
But it wasn’t. The brown-haired man that entered was considerably smaller than her gigantic lover. He crossed the room in long strides, lips pulled into a lopsided grin. Rheya answered with a smile.
“Good evening, sir. What may I get for you?”
“Ale, if it please you,” he replied, sliding into a chair as the bar. “I’ve just arrived in town and travel dust has made my tongue thick.”
She nodded and rose from her seat, retrieving a tankard. Rheya filled it with ale from the cask and placed it in front of him.
The stranger took a healthy drink before he sat the tankard down with a satisfied sigh. “That’s the thing, right there. Nothing like cool ale after a long journey.”
“Where have you come from?” she asked, returning to her seat.
“Lanwyn, from the east. Tracking bandits that attacked a merchant caravan.”
“Did you catch them?”
“Indeed, I did.” The man took another drink. “My name is Collum. What may I call you?”
“Rheya.” He seemed friendly enough and she could do with a pleasant conversation to help the time pass.
“Rheya. A lovely name, though not nearly as lovely as the woman.” He grin
ned. She noticed he had bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle when he smiled. “Are you here alone, Rheya?”
“Yes. I own and operate this place myself.”
“A dangerous time for a woman to be alone. Any old brigand could wander in here and have his way with you.”
If only, Rheya thought to herself. Perhaps it would help drive Ryder from her mind. “Lucky for me, you aren’t a brigand.”
Collum laughed. “Why don’t you have a drink with me, Rheya?”
“Oh no,” she shook her head quickly. “I never drink while I’m working.”
“And I never drink alone.” His expression turned pleading. “Share a drink with me, fair lady. I don’t think your other customers will mind.”
Rheya hesitated. Truth be told, she’d never been able to handle her alcohol well. But Collum seemed friendly and she wasn’t likely to see any more business tonight.
“Oh, very well.” Rheya rose from her chair. She’d never acclimated to the taste of ale, so instead she selected a bottle of wine and filled two glasses.
She filled the glasses and deposited one in front of him. Collum abandoned the ale for the wine. “Strawberry. Good choice.”
Rheya took a healthy drink of her own, hoping the wine would dull her thoughts and allow her to sleep tonight.
Collum kept up a steady stream of conversation, telling her about Lanwyn, which she’d never visited before, and regaling her with tales of chasing bandits and outlaws. He filled her glass whenever it looked slightly low, asking her what sort of people came into her tavern. That stream of conversation soon had both of them laughing as she told him some of the odder people she’d encountered.
A warm glow spread through her and Rheya soon realized she’d drunk too much. Her chest and face felt flushed. The wine had the intended effect of dulling her thoughts, but it almost made her hot at the apex of her thighs. Every time she shifted her legs, a thrill shot through her body. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to feel Ryder’s fingers thrumming against her nub as he forced his way inside her. Rheya’s eyes fluttered closed at the thought.
“You’ve a scratch on your clean bar,” Collum said, jerking her to attention.
“Where?” Her eyes snapped open and leaved over the bar to look.
Collum’s hand shot out, wrapping around the back of her head. He pulled her forward and kissed her full on the lips.
Rheya was so surprised she didn’t pull away as his tongue traced the outline of her lips. He prodded them gently until she parted them.
He groaned against her mouth as his tongue plunged inside, one hand cupping her breast through her linen shirt. Her nipples hardened instantly and his thumb brushed over one taunt peak.
Rheya pulled away from him, panting softly, “I’m sorry, I can’t.”
His bright green eyes searched her face. “Are you with someone?”
“Yes. No.” Rheya shook her head. “I don’t know. I was, but it’s been three years since I last saw him.”
“You haven’t been with another man in three years?”
She shook her head, choosing not to reveal that she had only been with him one night.
“That’s entirely too long,” he murmured, eyes dropping to her lips. “Don’t you miss it?”
The hand on her breast stroked her nipple again. Her lips parted on a gasp and her body leaned into his touch of its own accord. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
“Three years is too long.” He gripped the nipple between two dingers and rolled it gently. “I think he’ll understand.”
When he tried to pull her forward again, she resisted. He frowned. “I’m not asking you to love me. Just to fuck me. Just one night that no one ever has to know about.”
Ryder wouldn’t have tolerated her hesitancy. He would have kissed her anyways, would have had her flat on her back with his cock buried halfway inside her before she could protest.
But Collum wasn’t Ryder.
Maybe Ryder would never come back. For all she knew, he was dead. Or had lost interest. And Rheya desperately needed to feel release beyond what her own hand could give her.
She settled her hand on her shoulders and leaned in to kiss him.
Collum met her advance with more force this time, which made the ache between her legs even worse. He kissed her hard, plunging his tongue inside her mouth. He grasped her by the arms and led her over the bar. Collum guided her into a sitting position on the bar top and nudged her knees apart, wedging his body between them.
She moaned as something thick and hard brushed her core. His quick fingers unlaced her shirt, deftly parting it until her breasts were bare. With a last nip at her lips, he kissed a line down her jaw and throat, over her collar bone until his warm mouth settled over one nipple. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Her lips parted on a silent gasp as she rocked her hips against him.
While he suckled on her breast, Collum thrust his length against her. She quivered on the bar every time the outline of his cock brushed against her womanhood. She quickly found herself panting as he ground himself against her.
Collum switched to the other breast as his hands made short work of the laces of her beeches. She lifted her hips so he could slide them off, leaving her bare.
Maybe he would touch her as Ryder had that night. When he began to kiss a line down her stomach, kneeling on the floor, she arched a brow. Yes, his kisses felt nice, but she didn’t see what he-
Rheya’s hips jerked off the bar as he licked her center. Both brows shot straight to her hairline. Collum grabbed her hips to settle her back down, a wicked grin in his lips. “Liked that, did you?”
She would have answered him, but all that came out was a moan as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue laved her nub in slow circles, hands on her thighs to keep her on the bar. Soft panting sounds escaped her lips. Her hand scrabbled across the bar to find something to hold, finally curling in his thick brown hair.
When he began to flick his tongue up and down, Rheya thought she might die on the spot. Her hands tightened in his hair as she rocked her hips against his face, desperate for release.
His tongue slowed and she nearly cried out for the loss of it, but one finger moved to her sopping hole. He inserted it slowly, licking her nub every so often. That finger slid in and out of her slit. The desire which had been pounding inside her like a rampaging beast turned into a slow burn that was no less sweet.
A second finger soon joined the first, stretching her wider. Rheya looked down to find him watching her while he fucked her on his fingers.
“Do you want to come, Rheya?” he asked, voice low. She nodded, teeth sinking into her lower lips. “I want you to come on my hand. I want to feel you squeeze my fingers.”
His lead lowered and he tongued her again. His fingers picked up speed at the same time as hi tongue, banging into her so hard it nearly hurt. She writhed against his face, heart hammering out of control.
His teeth grazed her nub and she exploded. Her inner walls clenched his fingers tightly as she rode his face, her entire body coming apart under his hands.
Her tremors died away and she expected him to pull back, but he didn’t. Instead, his wondrous tongue and fingers worked her back into a frenzy. He didn’t stop until she felt a second orgasm building.
Collum pulled away and rose to a stand, hastily undoing his breeches, his green eyes suddenly dark and fixed on her mound.
“Wanted to make you come again, but I can’t wait,” he asked, shoving his breeches down until his member sprang free.
Collum wedged himself between her knees again, the tip of her sensitive nipples brushing the rough cotton of his shirt. He grabbed his cock in one hand, feeding it slowly into her body, groaning as it penetrated her.
Rheya felt herself spread for him, the moisture on her lips easing his passage. He wasn’t nearly as large as Ryder, but he still had to push hard to enter her. Soon he was seated to the hilt. Her head fell back in pleasure at the feeling of being filled again while h
e trembled above her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked her hips against him, urging him to move. Collum took the hint a withdrew, then thrust inside her once more.
Rheya came so hard she screamed, her inner wall clenching him tightly. Collum fucked her straight through her orgasm, prolonging it. He grunted above her as his cock slid in and out, one hand fisting in her hair.
He pulled until she arched her back, baring her breasts for his mouth. His lips locked around one nipple, sucking hard. Every time he withdrew, she used her legs to pull him forward again, hard against her. He slid one hand under her rear, lifting her so his thrusts went deeper. This caused her nub to brush against him with every thrust. Rheya cried out, feeling the approach of yet another orgasm.
“Come for me, Rheya,” he breathed against her breasts. “Come now!”
She complied, her hips bucking against him wildly as she came harder than the previous two times.
“Oh fuck!” Collum yelled as he pulled out of her, hot jets of semen shooting onto her stomach,
Rheya rested her elbows on the bar, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her entire body felt deliciously heavy and more relaxed than it had for the last three years.
After several long moments, Collum kissed her gently. She opened her eyes to find him smiling down at her.
“Was it as good as you remembered?”
“Yes,” she replied. It was only half a lie. Rheya had forgotten just how good a man’s body could feel, but she doubted anyone could measure up to Ryder.
“I need to be going,” he said, his eyes turning serious. “I did not mean to tarry so long here. Will you… Will you be alright?”
“Of course,” she said. “You told me this was just one night.”
His expression darkened with something she couldn’t name. “One night. Right.”
Collum bent to retrieve his breeches. Rheya still hadn’t bothered to move, so when he rose, his eyes roamed over her naked body. He licked his lips.
“Mayhap… If I am back in the area, I could call upon you again?”
She smiled. “Mayhap.”
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