Best of 2017

by Alexa Riley

  “Not a chance, Red.” He gripped my upper arm and yanked me onto my back. Pinning my arms above my head, he glared down at me. His pulse thundered in his throat, and his eyes were wild, the pupils huge.

  He straddled me, his strong thighs keeping my legs pressed together. Transferring my wrists to one hand, he used the other to grab a handful of my t-shirt.

  “I won’t let you go. I can’t. Not now.” He yanked the shirt, and it ripped at my shoulders. “Call black.”

  “No.” I tried to pull my wrists free, but his grip was like an iron band.

  He yanked again, and the shirt came apart. Cold air assaulted my exposed skin, and my thin bra was no match for the frigid temperature. He leaned down and bit one of my nipples through the material. I arched and whimpered as he tongued me, then bit the other nipple.

  In one rough movement, he ripped my bra down, one strap shredding against my skin with a sting. He bit the inside of my left breast hard, and I squealed at the sharp burn.

  “Call black.” He growled and ran his hand to my jeans.

  “Fuck you!” I wriggled, a stick poking against my right shoulder blade.

  He tugged at my jeans so hard my hips lifted from the ground. The button popped off and the zipper ripped. When his fingers snaked inside my panties and down to my clit, I threw my head back onto the hard ground.

  “Jesus, your panties are soaked.” He rubbed my clit, then sank two fingers inside me.

  I yelped at the sudden intrusion. In answer, he bit my other breast hard enough to almost break the skin.

  “Garret!” I struggled, arching my back and trying to yank free. Did I want to get free? Lust infected every one of my thoughts as he handled me roughly.

  “Call fucking black.” He leaned back and released my hands only to grab the hem of my jeans and rip them and my panties down my thighs.

  I instinctively flipped onto my knees and tried to crawl away. His large palm slammed into my upper back and pressed me into the cold ground. I clawed at the dirt and the leaves, but got nowhere as he yanked my jeans all the way off, my sneakers pulled off right along with them. I was naked except for the red coat.

  His hand came down hard on my ass, and I shrieked. The sharp ache cut through my haze, and I fought against him. He hit me again and again, each slap as unforgiving as the last. The cold amplified the pain to almost unbearable levels. My ass burned and tears welled in my eyes as he beat me. When the slaps stopped, I heaved out a breath, but then he bit my ass, tearing another scream from me.

  “Fuck!” He roared and bit me again, then flipped me onto my back.

  His hair hung in disarray, and he was every bit as wild as the forest around us. Danger and desire mixed.

  “Call fucking black.” He surveyed my body with a hunger that made wetness pool between my legs.

  “Never.”

  “Wrong answer, Red.”

  Spreading my legs, he dove onto my pussy, his hot mouth licking and sucking. He pressed my thighs painfully wide with his palms. I ran my dirty hands through his hair and yanked. He growled against my skin and bit my pussy lips. I cried out, and he sank his tongue inside me, fucking me as his upper lip pressed against my clit. He dug his fingers into my thighs as I moved my hips against his face. My body was drawn tight, ready to be shot like an arrow. Each stroke with his tongue, each rough touch of his hands only made me burn brighter.

  He returned to my clit, lashing it with his tongue as I writhed on the dirty ground. Just when my hips began to seize, he stopped and rose to his knees.

  “Don’t fucking move.” He unbuckled his belt.

  I stared at the bulge in his jeans, then up into his dark eyes. Fuck him. He would have to fight for it. I scrambled back and tried to get to my knees. He was on top of me before I could even contemplate my next move. His weight pressed down, and his cock was like an iron rod against my pussy.

  He gripped my chin and forced me to meet his eyes.

  “You’re mine, Red. Where the fuck did you think you were going?” He ground his hips into me, and I moaned. “You asked for this. For my cock. I’m going to give it to you. Your dripping cunt is mine.”

  I tried to slap him, hit him, do anything I could to have one more chance at running. I wanted him angry, hungry, and past all reason. And I wanted to be caught.

  He laughed as I struggled, then dropped his mouth to my neck and bit me again.

  “Stop!” I screamed and raked my nails down his arm.

  “I like your fight, but I’m still going to do whatever I want to you.” He tugged my hair until I had to arch my back, my breasts jutting into the air and my ruined bra hanging to the side. “Don’t move.” Rising to his knees, he whipped his belt free.

  He gripped my hips and wrenched me over onto my stomach. With two hard pulls, he stripped my coat off and threw it aside. I tried to push up, but he took the opportunity to loop his belt around my throat and pull it tight. Panic blossomed in my mind.

  I reached up to work my fingers between the leather and my skin so I could breathe easier.

  He yanked on it, cutting off my air. “Try that again, and you’ll regret it.”

  I nodded as he pulled me onto my knees.

  He eased up, and I gulped in a breath.

  The sound of his zipper was loud in the quiet woods. I curled my toes in anticipation, needing to feel him, to feel everything he kept hidden, but also afraid of what I’d find.

  “Last chance, Red.” He ran his hand up my back and gripped my hair. “Call black.”

  “Fuck you.”

  His low laugh seemed to chill the air even further. “You sure?” He pressed his cock against my pussy, and a shudder went through me.

  I surged against his hold, still fighting, still pushing him. The leather tightened, and my scalp stung.

  “Scream for me.” He shoved inside me.

  I howled from the sudden shock of pain and the sensation of being full to bursting. He didn’t stop, only reared back and slammed harder into me, using the belt to keep me in place. Releasing my hair, he slapped his palm onto my lower back and pushed down, forcing me to bow my back as he began a relentless pace.

  My breath vanished, and I clawed at the ground as the pain sizzled away like water droplets on a hot pan. Raw pleasure shot through me, and I shook from each impact. Our bodies slapped together, and the slippery sounds from our union made an illicit soundtrack.

  I’d never felt so alive. He slapped my ass, but the pain morphed into something different. Something with wings. I flew higher, each cruel stroke setting my body on fire and tightening the coil in the pit of my stomach. His grunts grew louder as he pulled on the belt. I could barely take a breath. He bent over me, his chest against my back as he pressed me into the ground. My cheek met the cold leaves as he snaked a hand to my clit.

  I tried to buck, but he was too big. I was caught beneath him, his cock owning my pussy as his fingers strummed me roughly.

  He pressed his lips to my ear. “I’m going to come deep in your cunt. That’s what you want, what you need.” He ran his teeth along the shell of my ear. “I own you, Red.”

  My entire body shook as he ground me into the dirt. All of it was wrong, but I reveled in it. My body seized, he tightened his hold on the belt, and the hardest orgasm of my life ripped through me. He plunged deep and roared as my pussy convulsed around him.

  “Fuck!” He slammed harder, his cock thickening even more.

  All thought was blasted away as the purest form of bliss filled my veins. I let my forehead rest against the hard earth as electricity skittered across my body.

  He didn’t let up, still fucking me deep. His erotic groan filled my mind as his cock kicked against my tight walls, and he surged hard against my cervix. He dug his fingers into the side of my ass as he came. I welcomed the pain and breathed in the dirt, the sweat, the sex.

  He collapsed onto my back and loosened the belt. I gasped as the aftershocks of my orgasm shot through me. He panted in my ear, his heart beating str
ong against my back. I floated down slowly, see-sawing back and forth like a feather on the breeze.

  My eyes fluttered closed as he removed the belt and stroked my neck with his long fingers. I couldn’t move, every bone in me melted. He pulled out, and I clenched my thighs together at the loss. My body trembled. From shock. From cold. I didn’t know.

  He moved around in the leaves, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I felt untethered, surreal. His hands, so violent only moments before, gently pulled my shoulders and turned me toward him. He eased an arm behind my back and one beneath my knees and lifted.

  I snuggled closer to his chest as he knelt, then tossed my red coat over me. My eyes closed, and I entrusted myself to him. He carried me to the house in silence, up the familiar stairs, and into my bathroom.

  Sitting me on the edge of the tub, he kissed my forehead, then peered into my eyes. “You’re coming back down, Red. The bath will help.”

  He twisted the squeaky knobs, and water began splashing behind me. He stood and stripped his navy plaid shirt off, the sleeves covered with dark dirt. His jeans, the knees black, went next. I gripped the edge of the tub to stay upright. Had he drugged me when I wasn’t looking?

  “I feel…” I couldn’t mold my thoughts together enough to continue.

  “It’s called subspace. So many endorphins in your bloodstream that it’s like you’ve taken a hit of heroin.” He stripped off his shorts, and I stared at his thickening cock. Fuck, it was gorgeous. A thick mushroom head and a straight, lickable shaft. “But you’re about to crash.”

  He stepped into the tub and hissed, then tinkered with the knobs. Once satisfied, he gripped me under my arms and pulled me down with him.

  I moaned at the hot water, my skin prickling at the onslaught of comfort and warmth.

  Garrett’s erection twitched against my ass. “Do you have any idea what the noises you make do to me?” He wrapped his arms around me, and I relaxed against his chest.

  “I can guess.” I wriggled my ass.

  He growled. “You’re playing with fire, Red.”

  “Burn me, then.” I sighed, contentment coating every corner of my mind.

  His hands smoothed down my sides, lingering at the curve of my waist and then skirting along my upper thighs. “What am I going to do with you?” He turned me sideways, our legs tangling under the water.

  “I think you’ve already figured that out.” I stretched up and nipped at his throat.

  “Red.” The warning in his tone didn’t deter me, but my fatigue did. He wrapped his arms tight around me, pressing my softness against his hardness. I sank down and laid my head on his chest.

  “Are you…” He coughed. “Sorry, are you on birth control?”

  I snickered. “Yes. Maybe you should have asked that before having your way with me in the woods.”

  He squeezed me. “You didn’t really give me a choice there, Red. You ran.” He said it as if those two words explained everything.

  “Hang on a sec.” I grinned. “You’re cuddling. This is cuddling.”

  He shrugged, sending a small wave sloshing over the tub’s edge and slapping into the tile floor. “You make me do things that don’t make sense.”

  I traced my fingertips around the barbell in his dusky nipple. “Like what?”

  “Like cooking, like playing doctor without any of the pervy benefits, like cuddling, like not using a condom, or like taking baths with an angel in my arms.”

  If I weren’t already melted, his words would have done me in. “Smooth talker.”

  He laughed, the water trembling. “That’s the thing, I’m not. You’ve done this to me.”

  “I like it.”

  “Of course you do.” He shook his head, his beard whispering against my hair. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. I want you warm and in bed with me.”

  “Cuddling?” I grinned up at him.

  He smirked and ran his hand between my legs. “Something like that.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  “THAT WORD IS MISSPELLED.” I peered over Garrett’s shoulder at the book he was working on. The text had been written in a harshly slanting hand, each letter seeming to lean on the next for support.

  “This is a seventeenth century manuscript that once graced the shelves of the largest monastery still standing in Britain.” He dropped his quill into the ink pot, spun in his chair, and dragged me into his lap. “I think they knew what they were doing.”

  He pressed his lips to my neck as thunder rumbled outside. The weekend had arrived cold and wet. Ever since our time in the woods the previous day, Garrett and I hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other. I had no doubt the worries about my father were waiting for me on the front porch, ready to pounce once I left the comfortable cocoon of Garrett’s arms. So I staved them off and planned on restarting the survey Monday morning.

  “Where’d you go?” He stared into my eyes and cleared a few strands of hair from my forehead.

  “Nowhere.” I smiled and kissed him. “Just here with you.”

  He slid a hand under my shirt and up my back. Kissing down to my throat, he ran his teeth along my skin and sent goose bumps shooting down my arms.

  “Is that your ink hand?” I wriggled against the hand at my back.

  “Yep.” He sucked my jugular.

  I tried to lean away from his grip, but he held on tighter. After our time in the woods, I learned the quickest way to get close to him was to push away.

  He used his other hand to yank my tank top down. His hot mouth pressed against my nipple, and my breath hitched as he rubbed the flat of his tongue along the stiff peak.

  “Garrett.” I ran my hands through his hair and gripped the strands as he leaned me back, holding me at his mercy. He sucked and bit my bare nipple before trading up for the one still imprisoned behind the fabric of my top.

  Kissing back to my mouth, he murmured, “You taste good enough to eat.”

  He claimed my mouth with a roughness that spoke to some inner part of me. One that I had never considered, much less explored. I eased my hand down his shirt and stroked his hard cock through his jeans.

  He groaned into my mouth and gripped my hair until I whimpered from the sting. Pain told me the game was starting, and I was eager to play.

  “On your knees.” He pushed me to the floor, my knees hitting his rug as he kept a strong hold on my hair. “Do you want my cock?”

  I licked my lips and stared up into his stormy eyes. “Please.”

  “Fuck.” He dragged me closer until my face hovered above his belt buckle. “Take it out.”

  I made quick work of his belt and button fly. When I flipped his boxers down, his cock pointed at my face.

  “Suck it.” He pulled me forward and gripped the back of my neck with his free hand.

  I opened wide, and slid him as far into my mouth as I could. It wasn’t far enough for him, because he yanked me onto his cock, the tip pressing into the back of my throat. I gagged and sputtered. He pulled out and thrust again. I dug my nails into his thighs and tried to pull away from him. But, as with everything else, if I tried to escape, it only made him tighten his grip.

  He forced his cock head into my throat and held me in place as my tears ran and I beat at his thighs. “Fucking take it, Red.”

  I needed air. But the only way to get it was to give in to him. I stopped struggling. He pulled my head back and let me take a breath.

  I went back in, sucking on his head and taking his shaft deep. He grunted, the sound masculine and sexy. My panties stuck to me, but I wanted to please him more than anything else. I rose up higher on my knees and pressed my elbows along the tops of his thighs as I bobbed on his cock. He guided my strokes, holding my head in place as I rubbed his cock against my tongue.

  Wet sounds echoed around the library as he began thrusting, fucking my mouth.

  “I’m going to shoot down your throat.”

  I’d never taken a man into my throat before, but I wasn’t about to stop. G
arrett groaned and grunted, each thrust harder than the last. I took in noisy breaths around his cock, but didn’t stop sucking and licking.

  He tensed and yanked me onto his cock again. I couldn’t breathe, but he held me in place as he thrust once more. I closed my eyes and concentrated on him. His hands, his cock, his scent. I wanted it, all of it.

  He groaned as his cock thickened in my mouth and his come coated my throat. I pressed my tongue to the bottom of his shaft and swallowed.

  “Fuck.” He pushed me off his cock, then shoved me to the floor.

  I gasped as he yanked my jeans and panties off. Before I’d gotten my breathing back to normal, his mouth covered my pussy, and I arched my back.

  He grabbed my ass and raised me to his face as if he were feasting on a sumptuous meal. I moaned as he devoured me. Every lick, every bite was like a spark against a fuse, each one flirting with an explosion. I yelped when he dug his teeth into my mound and used his tongue to stroke my clit in hard, inexorable passes. My hips met his rhythm. He moved one hand to my pussy, then trailed the wetness to my asshole.

  I dug my nails into the rug as he teased me, his finger caressing the ridges. He increased the pressure, and the sparks began to rain down. When he pressed his fingertip inside me, the fuse lit and my orgasm exploded. His name ripped through my lungs as my legs tightened around his head. Each wave of release shook me, and I moaned until my lungs burned. When I finally came back down from the heights he’d shot me to, he lowered my hips to the floor and kissed the spots where his bites would leave marks.

  “Holy shit.” My heart thumped roughly in my chest, and I slung my arm over my eyes because everything seemed too bright.

  I lay boneless as he dotted soft kisses on each hip and his gentle hands massaged my thighs. He crawled up my body and nudged my arm away to kiss me, giving me a taste of myself. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pressed another kiss to my lips then rested his forehead against mine.

  “Damn, Red.” A smirk crept into his lips, the fine lines next to his eyes crinkling. “You get so aggressive when you’re horny.”

  I snorted out a laugh, and he grinned down at me.