Sweet Charity

by N. J. Walters

  The slide of metal on leather ripped through the room as he yanked a lethal-looking blade from his boot. Adrian tossed back the covers. Her legs were bare, but the rest of her was covered in an oversized T-shirt. It was one of Adrian’s that she’d found stored in the closet. She hadn’t been able to resist sliding into it, knowing that it had touched his skin. Her heart hammered against her chest and her pulse pounded in her ears as he stared at her, pure sexual hunger in his eyes.

  One corner of his mouth kicked up. “As much as I love seeing you in my shirt, I’ll like seeing you without it a hell of a lot more.” Grabbing the neckline, he inserted the knife and slid the blade down. The fabric gave way, ripping all the way to the hem.

  He peeled back the edges, exposing her chest and her pussy. She glanced down, wanting to see what he was seeing. Her position lifted her breasts, exposing her nipples to the cool night air. They were red and tight. The curls at the apex of her thighs were damp with arousal. She could feel cream seeping from her core in anticipation of what was to come.

  He reached between her thighs and swiped two fingers over her swollen folds and brought them to his mouth. He sucked one finger, than the other, until all traces of her cream were gone. “Hot and sweet. Just the way I like you.”

  Charity moaned, her hips undulating on the mattress. The slight touch had only whetted her appetite for more. Adrian ignored her and went to work on the sleeves of the shirt. A few quick rips and he tugged away what was left of the garment and tossed it aside. The blade disappeared back into his boot. Then he stood, picked up the two remaining leather straps and walked to the end of the bed.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Her breasts swayed with every deep breath she sucked into her lungs. She licked her lips and felt a trickle of cream slip down between the cheeks of her ass as she slid her legs apart.

  Adrian attached the straps to the two posts at the base of the bed. Leaning over, he stroked his hand up her right leg from ankle to inner thigh. His fingertips were calloused and rough, stimulating the nerve endings beneath her skin. Her pussy clenched. She wanted to bring her thighs together to help ease the ache, but that was no longer an option.

  He slid his hand back to her ankle and picked up the loose end of the leather strap. He stretched her leg wide and bound her ankle. Lifting her left leg, he kissed her instep before placing her foot back on the bed. “Wider,” he ordered.

  Charity did as he asked, opening herself as wide as possible. He swiftly bound her ankle. She was tied to the bed, naked and spread-eagled. Vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to her.

  “If I had my way, you’d be like this all the time. Naked, strapped to my bed, waiting for me.”

  Sweat trickled down her temple as cream coated her sex. Her body was hot and not even the chill of the room could cool her heated flesh. Quite the opposite, in fact. The colder air stimulated her heated body, driving her arousal to a fevered pitch.

  One touch. She was sure that was all it would take for her to explode.

  He was watching her like she was some special treat that he was savoring before he devoured her. She tilted her hips toward him, not really able to move them, stretched out as she was.

  Adrian walked back to the side of the bed. Her eyes tracked his every movement. Her senses felt heightened. Every move he made was fraught with possibilities. She had no idea what he was going to do to her. She only knew that it would involve pleasure, never pain. She’d put her absolute trust in him.

  Reaching behind his head, he gripped a handful of his shirt and dragged it over his head, revealing his tight, muscled abs and broad shoulders. The man was built. Each muscle and tendon was sculpted by years of hard, physical work. He tossed the shirt aside and reached for the button of his pants.

  She licked her lips and he toyed with the button. “Take them off.” It was her turn to give some orders.

  He raised one eyebrow at her, but followed her instructions. The button came open and the zipper slid down. His cock sprang free. Hard and long and more than ready to fuck her. The plum-shaped head was dark red and wet. A pearly bead of liquid seeped from the slit as tangible evidence of his arousal.

  Adrian sat on the side of the bed and removed his boots and socks. He whisked off his pants, leaving him naked. God, he was gorgeous. Charity lost herself as she admired his perfect physique. He had an incredible body, but what drew her most was the man himself. The raw determination, the loyalty and the commitment he had to his people and their cause. He was special in so many ways.

  He crawled over her, lying between her spread thighs. He rested most of his weight on his forearms as he loomed over her. “Now, it’s time to keep my promise.”

  Chapter Ten

  The muscles in his arms shook as he braced himself over Charity, not with physical strain but with the overwhelming desire bubbling up from deep in his core. Her eyes were half closed, her skin dewy. There was no doubt she was ready for him. Her nipples were ripe, hard berries just waiting to be plucked and tasted. Her pussy was hot and wet. But more than that, there was her acceptance, her absolute trust. Adrian was humbled by it.

  Lifting his right hand, he skimmed his fingers over the scar that marred the perfection of her face. She didn’t shy away but met his gaze without flinching. He hated that she’d been hurt. He saw the scar as a badge of bravery, of survival. She’d have another one on her upper arm now, a symbol of her sacrifice to help bring about a new world order.

  “You are so fucking beautiful.” Adrian marveled as a flush of pink ran up her cheekbones.

  She looked away and nibbled on her lower lip. He couldn’t ignore the sensual provocation. Swooping down, he captured her mouth in a leisurely kiss. He traced her lips with his tongue before making short forays into her mouth. He loved the sweet, desperate sounds she made as he deepened the caress, the restless movements of her body, a sharp reminder she was at his mercy.

  He could spend half the night kissing her, but her arm was still sore and he didn’t want to leave her tied up for too long. He left her mouth behind and worked his way downward, spreading kisses over the delicate line of her jaw.

  She was breathing rapidly now. He could feel her pulse pounding against his tongue as he licked the tender column of her neck. Her skin was soft, her bones so much more fragile than his larger, thicker ones. He nibbled on her collarbone before shifting lower.

  He cupped the plump mounds of her breasts, teasing the taut nipples with his thumbs. A low moan of desire broke from her lips. Charity strained against her bonds, arching her chest toward him. He stared at her, enraptured by the picture of sexual desire she presented him. He needed to claim her, mark her as his.

  Leaning down, he lapped at one nipple, then the other. Returning to the first, he blew gently, cooling the heated, damp flesh. Charity gulped in a deep breath as he captured the hard nub between his lips and sucked. He could smell her arousal flowing deep from her core. It was more enticing than any perfume could ever be.

  Unable to resist the lure any longer, he kissed his way down her torso, trailing his tongue over her hipbones. Her pubic hair was wet and curly, the same brown as the hair on her head. He scooted down the bed, making a place for himself between her parted thighs. With her legs spread-eagle, he could see every sweet inch of her cunt. The pink folds were swollen and damp. Her clit peeked out from beneath its hood, begging for attention.

  “Please.” Her voice was little more than a breath.

  Adrian touched the tip of his tongue to her clit. Her legs stiffened, the muscles in her thighs tensing as he lapped at the tender bundle of nerves. “I can’t get enough of your taste.” He slid his tongue over the slick folds, capturing her essence. It went to his head faster than the most potent liquor. He lost himself in her, tasting, licking, touching.

  He pressed one long finger into her, testing her readiness. Her inner muscles closed around him. She whimpered and moaned as he added a second finger to her channel. She cried out and her cunt rippled. Her orgasm con
tinued as he slid his fingers in and out of her welcoming heat. He didn’t stop until she heaved a huge sigh and relaxed. His cock, which he’d almost successfully ignored until now, roared to life, demanding to be sated.

  Adrian sat back on his heels and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of sexual completion. He wanted to fuck Charity, but he wanted her mouth on him first. Growling, he reached down to the floor and grabbed the knife from his boot. There was no time to untie her. He slashed the bonds holding her feet and then leaned over her, cutting the ones holding her hands immobile. The leather was still wrapped around her ankles and wrists, a reminder of her submission to him.

  “On your knees.” He climbed off the bed and helped her onto the floor in front of him. He’d had this fantasy since the moment he’d laid eyes on her. “If you want me to fuck your sweet, hot cunt, you have to suck me first.”

  He tangled his fingers in her curls, tugging her mouth toward his straining cock. “Taste me, Charity.”

  The floor was hard beneath her knees and Charity was very aware of the leather ties that still encased her wrists and ankles. She felt like some slave girl at her master’s feet. Strangely enough, the thought didn’t bother her. Not when it was obvious she had as much power in this relationship as he did.

  His fingers tightened their hold on her scalp as he drew her head closer. His cock was long and impossibly thick. She licked her lips as a bead of liquid seeped from the tip. His cock head was red and wet. She wanted to taste him, to pleasure him as he’d pleasured her.

  Her body was still humming from her orgasm. It had sneaked up on her and hit her hard and fast, leaving every cell in her body feeling extra sensitive and poised for a repeat performance.

  He tugged gently on her hair and she leaned forward. Using only her tongue, she licked him from base to tip, swirling around the head. He tasted musky and salty and potent. She stroked the slit in his cock head, gathering more of the liquid that seeped there.

  “Tease,” he grated out, shoving his cock toward her mouth.

  She laughed, the sound low and sexy. Adrian took advantage, pushing the tip past her lips. She widened her mouth, taking the head and several inches inside. He tensed and she could feel the sexual excitement building in him. It triggered something deep inside her and her pussy began to throb. She tried to close her legs, but he thrust one leg between them, shoving them apart. “No. You don’t come again until my cock is buried in your hot cunt.”

  His blunt words sent shivers down her spine and made her pussy throb. In retaliation, she licked his shaft, feeling the pulse of the blood vessels pounding in his cock.

  “More. Take more of me.” His fingers flexed in her hair, but he didn’t push his erection deeper, leaving it up to her.

  Charity cupped his balls with one hand and with her free hand, wrapped her fingers around the base of her shaft. Adrian swore long and pungent. She smiled as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard. His thighs tensed, the muscles rippling as he steadied himself.

  She glanced up at him, wanting to see his face. His blue eyes practically glowed with heat. His lips were parted as he drew in a deep breath. The cords of his neck stood out and his shoulders were rock-hard.

  “Suck,” he commanded.

  She did, sliding her mouth to the very tip of his cock before taking as much of him as she could back into her mouth. She used her teeth, scraping them over his sensitive shaft. His balls grew tighter as she rolled his sac gently between her fingers.

  “Enough.” He tugged her away, lifted her off the floor and had her flat on the bed in a split second. The man could move incredibly fast. Breathless, she stared up at him, feeling his scorching gaze on her front and the cool sheets against her back. Her skin tingled and her toes curled. She sprawled on the mattress, legs splayed in welcome.

  Adrian grabbed several pillows and shoved them under her lower back, raising her pussy and opening her even further for him. He knelt in position and guided his cock head to her slit, pressing slowly.

  The inner muscles of her channel tightened and then relaxed as he pushed deeper. He captured her hands in his and leaned over her. The backs of her hands hit the sheets on either side of her head. He surrounded her with his large body as he filled her with his cock.

  “So good,” he groaned when he was seated to the hilt. He was so big he filled her completely. It bordered on pain, but was all pleasure. She lifted her right leg, wrapped it over his hip, urging him closer.

  He groaned and circled his hips, grinding his erection even deeper. She gasped, feeling him so incredibly deep. He pulsed inside her and her pussy tightened and relaxed, picking up the sexual rhythm.

  Adrian released her hands, shoved his arms beneath her legs and began to fuck her. Slow and shallow at first, gradually getting harder and deeper with each thrust. Sweat trickled down her temples. She gripped his wide shoulders, holding on as he pounded into her. She was so close.

  Charity could feel her orgasm building. Her breasts swayed and tingled, her inner muscles clutched him harder, tighter. He thrust deep and the world exploded. Lights flashed behind her eyes, blinding her as she tipped her head back and screamed. Her pussy rippled around him, dragging him deeper still.

  He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down, but kept pounding into her. Unbelievably, she felt herself coming again. Shivers racked her body. Her limbs trembled. She lost track of time as she floated on a sea of contentment.

  Her eyes fluttered open when she felt something cool and wet pressing at the opening to her ass. She moaned as Adrian slid the tip of his finger past the tight muscles.

  “I know you can’t take all of me, not yet. But this salve will help you take some of me.

  All she could do was nod and moan with pleasure as he pushed a fraction of an inch deeper.

  “Good.” Satisfaction was etched on his face as he worked a second finger in to join the first. She hissed out a breath at the pain of being stretched. His cock was still buried deep in her pussy and the dual penetration was hard, yet at the same time it was arousing. She tried to relax, wanting his hands and his cock in her.

  A study of patience, Adrian worked his fingers in to the first knuckle, then the second, until he had both fingers in as deep as they could go. She was stretched to the limits, yet she wanted more. She moaned and shimmied against his hand.

  “I knew you’d like it.” Leaning down, he dropped a quick hard kiss on her lips. “Stay with me.” He pulled his cock from her pussy. Her inner muscles tightened around him in protest. She felt bereft when he left her. His cock was still massively aroused, slippery with her cream. There was no way he’d fit.

  As if she’d spoken aloud, he rubbed his thumb over her clit, sending a stream of heat to her core. “Don’t worry. It will fit.” He carefully pulled his fingers from her ass and coated his cock with some of the thick salve he’d used to help prepare her for his entry. He tossed the bottle of lubrication aside, his total concentration on her and what he was about to do.

  He pulled her thighs over his and fitted his cock at her back entry. Easing the cheeks of her ass apart, he pressed his cock head against her opening. The muscles protested and Charity gasped as he pushed through. She was breathing rapidly now, almost gasping for air, as pain and pleasure warred with one another.

  “Relax,” Adrian gritted out. A bead of sweat rolled down his chest. All his muscles were tense, a testament to the amount of control he was exerting over himself.

  Charity felt her muscles softening as she obeyed him. He wouldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want him to. One word from her and he’d stop. She could see that knowledge in his eyes. Because of that, she wanted to give him this.

  Raising her hand, she touched the side of his face. He turned toward it, pressing his lips against the center in a kiss so sweet it brought tears to her eyes. “Not too deep,” she cautioned.

  He nodded and pressed his cock into her channel. She tightened around him. He tilted back his head and sucked in a breath. “I’m
not going to last.”

  She was shocked he’d lasted this long. She’d had three orgasms while he hadn’t come at all. Yet. “Then don’t,” she answered softly, rocking up slightly to take him deeper. It didn’t hurt as much now as her body accepted his sexual invasion. In fact, it was starting to feel good.

  Charity moved again, rocking ever so slightly. This time her groan was one of pleasure. Adrian began to move, short, shallow thrusts that sent sparks of sensation from her ass to her pussy up to her breasts and back down to her ass in a circle of pleasure.

  He felt huge when in reality only half of his cock was inside her. He worked his shaft in and out of her body, careful never to push too hard. She felt the ripple of his cock and the tightening of his body, as he tilted his head back and roared his release. His hot seed flooded her, sending pulses of pleasure through her. She shivered and when his finger touched her clit, she let loose a small scream as she came again. God, she loved this man. The way he made her feel. The way he was. His strength. His integrity. She lost herself in her orgasm, free to enjoy every second of it. Trust was a powerful thing.

  She was so exhausted, she couldn’t even muster a groan when he pulled out of her, collapsed on the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms. His fingers played over the length of leather still wrapped around her wrists and she could feel him smile as he buried his face against her temple and kissed her.

  “So, you love me?” Adrian pushed a damp curl off her forehead.

  Charity froze, her mind rewinding. She only thought the words, hadn’t said them aloud, had she? She had. As she’d orgasmed, she’d whispered the words she’d meant to hold in her heart forever. A sense of inevitability washed over her. What was done was done. It was the truth. He could deal with it how he chose.

  She shrugged, refusing to look at him. She wasn’t sure what she’d see on his face, but didn’t want to chance seeing pity, or worse, obligation. “It’s no big deal.”

  He stilled and the tension rose in the room, growing until it totally encompassed them. The relaxed, flushed sense of well-being brought on by several mind-blowing orgasms dissipated.