by Denise Marie
She nodded. The ability to form actual words more absent than usual.
“And stop thinking negative things while you’re agreeing to my every wish.” His tone grew serious. “I’m right where I want to be. Believe it or not, I need you, more than you know.” He leaned down and kissed her with tender passion.
A tirade of emotions shortened her breath, so she placed her hands on his chest to counteract the lightheadedness he often created. “I don’t know how you could tell what I was thinking but yes, I have a hard time believing a man as gorgeous as you would be the slightest bit interested in me. That is my problem to overcome, not yours. I need to remind you, no attachments. Can you do that, for me?”
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He fisted the sheets on either side of her head, didn’t like the doubt she had about her beauty. Not get attached? Too late. The image of her leaving killed him. If he didn’t find a way to accept her as is, she’d go elsewhere to fulfill her list, and he wasn’t cool with that. He could do this. After all, he could put on a convincing show.
He stilled himself and focused on her lips, refused to show her the weakness in his eyes. “How many lucky bastards get to have sex with women, no strings attached? You’re every man’s fantasy.” That sucked.
She smiled when he leaned down and rubbed his nose on hers and stole another kiss. He monitored her gaze for any indication his little white lie hadn’t succeeded. He swallowed hard and his arms shook, unaware until now how much he needed her.
“It’s okay.”
She laced her fingers behind his neck and guided him down on top of her. Their bodies trembled together and he kissed her with every ounce of the desperation that overwhelmed him. He skimmed his hand down her outer thigh to the back of her knee, directed her leg around him. She moaned into his mouth when he used his hard length to rub her swollen nub as the movement opened her to him. She was so wet the silky friction would undo them both.
As he thrust through her folds, he let go of her leg and roamed up her body with his hand. Goose bumps formed on her skin while he massaged his way to her breast. With light, feather touches, he outlined her breast with his fingertip, worked his way to the center and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes glazed over with the small amount of pain.
He closed the distance between their bodies, placed more pressure on all the points he stimulated and licked her neck, just below the earlobe. She rocked her hips, sought out her own satisfaction, and coated him with her pleasure in the process. He loved it.
“Cole.”
He smiled into her neck, loved the desperation in her voice. He needed to see how far he could take her, what heights she was capable of. He kissed down her neck and collarbone, latched onto her nipple, and sucked, hard.
“Oh yes.”
Cream flowed from her body and she rotated her hips enough that the crown of his hardened length slipped inside. He froze, overwhelmed by the desire to thrust forward, into her heat.
“Isabelle.” He closed his eyes and felt the heat of his own breath on her breast. “Now would be a good time to push me away. God, you feel like heaven. The idea of claiming you bareback makes me hard as steel.”
She smoothed her hands down his back, shifted her hips, and forced him in deeper.
“Uh, I have a condom in my pants pocket. Several, actually.” He rested his forehead on her breast, a little embarrassed but still determined to use each and every one of them.
She stroked her fingers through his hair. “Cole. David was my only and we were tested. I’m clean, with an IUD. The doctor wouldn’t let me leave his office without protection. I couldn’t risk getting pregnant before surgery.” She writhed beneath him. “Unless you pull out, I’m not stopping you. I want you.”
Her tight passage stretched as she used her legs to urge him in. He put his hands on either side of her head and held her in place while he kissed her through another inch. They both moaned.
An unexplainable sense of emotion washed over him; the offer was so desirable. “I’ve never taken a woman without protection, ever. I get tested regularly just for my own peace of mind. I’m clean.”
He slid free from her body and she growled. He drove back into her, a little deeper than before. “Are you sure?” He needed to hear her say it.
“I’m sure. I want you. I want to feel you, feel alive. Just promise me one thing?” She closed her eyes and her breath paused beneath him.
“Anything. I think we’ve already established that I will do anything for you.”
Her smile touched her eyes before they opened. “After I get used to your—” She half coughed, half laughed. “Size. I don’t want you to hold back. Don’t be gentle with me, okay?”
A gush of moisture coated him. The added lubricant made it easier for him to drive into her passage, and moan in sheer ecstasy. “I promise you. I have never experienced anything more amazing in my life. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back. I want to fuck you so hard. When I’m deep inside you, I’ll only want to be deeper.”
A quiet gasp escaped her, but the lust in her eyes spurred him on. He kissed her hard, overwhelmed with a need so strong his body ached to touch her. She wrapped both legs around his waist and flexed to force him forward, balls deep inside her.
He broke the kiss first and leaned his forehead against hers. “Vixen.”
She massaged around his muscled body and scratched her nails up his back. He closed his eyes and let the feel of her heat swallow him at a slow pace.
“I won’t break. You fill me more than I have ever been filled. Make me scream. I want to feel you explode inside me.”
“Fuck.”
He knelt between her spread legs and slid his hands under her ass to lift her. The spot that would make her see stars was in perfect alignment. He pumped into her slowly and swirled his hips, until her body informed him he’d hit the right spot.
“Oh yes. Right there.”
Her half-lidded eyes and her body gave her away. No need for words, her walls swelled around him, and squeezed him out. The cream that flowed from her body with each stroke enabled him to demand his way back in. He buried himself so far into her his body tingled at the brink of release.
From the gleam in her eyes, and grasps at his sweaty skin to hold him in place, the sensation was too much and she held back. He leaned into her ear and whispered, “I don’t think so,” as he maneuvered his hand down between them. Her nub was so swollen with need that the second he touched it, her hands loosened. She threw them over her head and gripped the edge of the mattress. Let him have his way.
The spotted blush that surfaced on her skin after her surrender, told him she needed to let go. He played with her nub with the determined precision he stroked a guitar string and pumped into her hard.
“Oh. Cole. Don’t stop.”
Her deep, fixed gaze compelled him beyond the boundary of her rules. No other experience would ever compare.
His gaze roamed to where their bodies joined, mesmerized by her spilled juices with every back and forth motion. The sight alone aroused him, the need for relief unbearable. Before she could come back down from her high, he flipped her over. “Hands and knees beautiful, this one’s for me.”
Only just into position, he captured her by the hips and slammed into her from behind, hard. He kept an eye on her for any indication he’d hurt her. Nothing. In fact, she anchored herself with the bedding and propelled back on him, thrust for thrust.
“One more beautiful, give me one more, now.”
“Asking a bit much, don’t ya think?”
She laughed but he caught her off guard, used his thumb to gather her cream and circled her puckered, virgin hole.
“Ohhh.”
“Mmm, like that do you? I can’t wait to fill every inch of you, even here.”
The second he eased his thumb inside, she rocked back for more. “Touch yourself.”
She followed his direction and the added stimulation relaxed her tight hole. He slid his
thumb in a little farther. She writhed as if she had no say over her body’s actions, a complete loss of control. He swelled to an unbearable size; he couldn’t tease it out any longer.
With his arm out to brace himself, he fell over her back and plunged into both of her holes. Her body shook along with his while he erupted deep inside her. Marked her. When his orgasm subsided he closed his eyes and held himself still, buried to her core and with no intention of leaving.
Ever.
She collapsed onto the bed and he on top of her, too weak to hold himself up. Sweat covered their bodies, and their breaths panted in rhythm to one another.
“Cole?”
“Hmm?”
“Can’t. Breathe.”
He lifted his upper body to rest on his elbows. “Sorry, honey.”
She giggled face down into the mattress.
Did he really want to know? “May I ask why you’re laughing after sex? That’s not quite what a man wants to hear.”
She twisted, extended her arm behind in search of his face, but he bit her fingertip.
“I laughed because I had a brief flashback to all the wicked and dirty ways you touched me, and still, you call me, honey. I am lost for words. No one has ever made me feel more alive than you have in the last, oh hell, how long have we been in here?”
He could only think of more perverted things to corrupt her with, but yes, she was still precious. He bit her shoulder and she yelped. “Would you rather I call you minx? Sex fiend? Insatiable? I am pretty sure half the floor heard you scream, so maybe rock groupie?”
They both laughed, and he pulled out of her body.
She winced.
“Sorry, baby.”
She buried her face into the bed again and her body vibrated. He swatted her ass and her muffled laugh altered into what sounded like, a moan. He glared down at her with raised eyebrows. “Interesting. New bucket list item?”
She flipped onto her back and opened her mouth, with some smartass comment in mind from the cocky tilt of her head. He stepped back to give her room, tripped over his pants and tumbled to the floor. They both curled up in hysterics. She stood before he could regain his composure, with that spark of challenge in her eyes. The defiant one he’d seen every morning for days now, before she’d shove him aside and beat him to the bathroom.
“Fuck. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She followed his gaze and shook her head with a smile. His cum dripped down her inner thighs. The sight of it held him in a trance as he imagined all kinds of territorial innuendos. Mine.
“Knowing you put it there, is even hotter,” she whispered.
His gaze met hers, and he bit his lip. The words of commitment he held in could very well ruin the moment. Something about the way she spoke with such enchantment in her eyes, made every heartache along the way worthwhile. He’d found her, in the end.
She broke eye contact and held her hand over her heart. Panic replaced the enthusiasm he’d acquired an instant addiction to. She rushed for her bag and sprinted to the bathroom. Did she regret what she said, what they just did?
He lay back on the floor naked supported by his elbows and stared at the spot she vacated, caught in a whirlwind of emotions he never expected. The evidence of his claim on her opened something in him that would never close. How was he going to pretend to be okay with letting her go?
He wasn’t.
Chapter Ten
Dear Diary,
There was no net to catch my fall…
Isabelle knelt in front of the toilet with one hand on the seat and the other clutched around her hair. She closed her eyes and swallowed several times. A distant buzz rang in her ears, and a cold sweat beaded on her skin. Tears streamed down her face while her muscles contracted with each retch, to the point of pain.
Her name echoed faintly in the distance before he rushed to her side and brushed her hand away, so he could hold her hair back. When the last of the heaves subsided, she folded her arms on the toilet seat and put her head down. He shuffled around the room but she didn’t raise her head. The hair at the nape of her neck was swept aside and a cold cloth placed to her skin.
“I never wanted you to see that.”
He chuckled and rubbed his warm hand down her back. “You’re on tour with a bunch of rockers. Do you think I haven’t seen anyone hurl before?”
She lifted her head up, intended to smile but the florescent light in her eyes stung her head. She winced, snagged the wet cloth from his hand, and scooted back to sit against the wall. “I’m sorry. Nothing like a little brain tumor to get in the way of an otherwise perfect night.” She dabbed at her face and sighed.
He rummaged through her bag while she spoke and that word—perfect—apparently put a little bounce in his concerned steps. Turns out even when not on the bus with the Scandals, there was no privacy. The smugness on his face deepened to worry, the longer his search progressed.
She bent her knees up and put her forehead down. The amount of time and his lack of coordination riffling through her bag made it impossible to hold her head up and watch without a snicker. His movements and huffs of breath sounded panicked, as if he’d never tended to anyone other than himself before her. It was cute. She didn’t want to laugh at his expense when he tried so hard.
She lifted her head when he tapped her arm. He crouched with pills and water held out to her. She caved and glanced up to his proud smile.
“Perfect, hey?”
She allowed the corners of her mouth to lift a little, and plucked the pills from his hand. The second the water filled her mouth, she closed her eyes and swirled it to rinse away her embarrassment at the same time the pills washed down. “Yes, perfect. You, without a doubt, know your way around a woman’s body.” Her smile grew and her grip on the glass tightened in jealousy, about the practice he’d had before her. “I’m just going to brush my teeth and get my pajamas on. I’ll meet you in bed?”
He shook his head, stood up, and offered her his warm hand. His strength guided her up in seconds, but still gently to not to jostle her.
“No pajamas.” He held up two fingers like a Boy Scout, but nothing about this man screamed Boy Scout. His voice softened and he tucked her hair back over her shoulder. “I promise to restrain myself from molesting you the rest of the night, so you can rest.”
She closed her eyes and reveled in the compassionate stroke of his delicate fingertips along her collarbone.
“I want to feel you next to me. Besides—”
Her pulsed raced again and she opened her eyes in time to see him wink.
“I like to sleep nude when I’m not on the bus.”
A shiver traveled from her head down to her curled toes.
“Don’t worry, baby. I give off enough heat, you won’t even need blankets.”
She laughed and steadied herself with the sink to brush her teeth. The urge to peek at him in the mirror ate at her, but she ignored it. And him. When she tossed her brush back in her shambled bag, she stole a glance at him and hugged her Scandals T-shirt in front of her.
He leaned against the door and shook his head. She didn’t know whether to be amused or troubled by the fact he hadn’t left her side. She’d never considered how the truth of her illness would worry him. Well thought out, Isabelle.
When she held the shirt out to fold it, he snagged it from her and threw it over his shoulder. She stood firm with her hands on her hips, but he scooped her up into his arms.
“What are you doing?” She laughed and the heat of embarrassment surfaced on her face.
“You’re still weak, I can see it.” He flicked the lights off and carried her out of the bathroom.
She was weak, too weak to fight with him, so she conceded and leaned her head on his shoulder. He tore back the covers with one hand and knelt on the bed, to place her with gentle care in the middle. It took a few seconds, and a couple of tries, for him to get the covers tucked just so around her.
“I’ll be right back. Just
gonna go get cleaned up a little. My little sex fiend had me doing all kinds of dirty things tonight. I loved it.” He kissed the tip of her nose and strutted to the bathroom.
Serenity washed over her at the sound of the rainfall from the shower, tempted her to dim the lights and go to sleep. The pain subsided with the softness of the bed he’d cocooned her in, but she couldn’t relax yet, not without a text to the girls. She snatched her phone off the nightstand.
Have multiple orgasms during sex…check. OMG, I didn’t think it was possible. I’ll give you details when I get home. Not feeling very well right now so I’m going to bed. Sweet dreams, I know I will.
Send.
She startled when the bed dipped behind her as she set the phone down again.
“Bragging to the girls about the big three already?” He folded his arms behind his head, so sure of himself.
“As a matter of fact, yes.” When she faced him, she froze.
“What’s wrong? Are you going to be sick?” He scrambled for the covers, but she placed her hand on his arm.
“No. I was just a little star struck for a moment. You do things to me.” Her words faded to a whisper.
He waved his arm around until he hit the switch on the lamp. Her body vibrated with his chuckle. “You have the same effect on me. I know you think little of your beauty, but I promise you, it’s not just me who’s attracted to you. You’re gorgeous. I’m a little nervous about bringing you back on the bus tomorrow after the outfit you wore tonight. I think all the guys were stiff around you.”
Relief washed over her when the room shaded with darkness. Her muscles relaxed and she sighed.
“The dark make it hurt a little less, baby?”
He enveloped her with his arms and the smell of his just showered body stirred her desire once again. Not being able to act on it sucked. She rested her head on his chest instead and put her hand on his abdomen, loving the feel of him. “Yes it does, thank you.”
He kissed her forehead, and the last tense muscle in her back let go. She melted into his side. In such a short amount of time, they’d found easy ways to comfort each other before she could stop it.