by London Casey
She found herself spun around and eased back against her bedroom door. Mouths joined in a burning conflagration of lust, but she needed more than her lips on fire. She needed to completely go up in flames.
Chrys reached up to twine her arms around Rahn’s neck, pressed closer and relished his shiver when iron-hard pecs made contact with puckering nipples. His chest muscles jumped and flinched. The involuntary movement made her peaks harden faster, stiffer.
Her own soft moans sounded eager and oh-so erotic in her own ears.
Rahn’s arms tightened, totally engulfing her with his big beautiful body.
“Mmm, Chrys, baby,” he moaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss, tasting, savoring. Overwhelming. “God, you taste so good.”
Chrys broke away and rested her forehead against his chest, trying to get her catapulting emotions, not to mention her breathing, under control. But that didn’t stop him from exploring her body with a knowledge that should be forbidden to any man on earth. It was just too devastatingly delicious.
He lowered his head and licked her overheated skin from her jawbone down to her collarbone. It felt so good, she could think of nothing to compare it to. When his hands cupped her ass, she didn’t protest. As he teased and nibbled along her ear, her dress was hiked up past her hips to settle in silken rolls around her waist. Rahn’s strong fingers continued to knead the flesh of her sensitive round cheeks. She gasped when a single finger eased into the cleft of her ass, then lower to the slick folds of her cunt.
It dipped and played until it was completely coated with the juices making their way down the inside of her thighs. Her hips made a perfect figure eight as she sought more of the intense pleasure.
When he removed his hand, Chrys caught the scent of her own dewy arousal. Damn, what a turn-on.
Rahn ground his thick erection against her hip as two fingers slipped up into her juicy pussy. With a subtle curve, the tips hit an overly sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside she hadn’t known was there. He stroked once. Twice. Three times.
“Oh my god!” she screeched as that special little spot sent a crackling zing exploding through her womb. Every cell in her body screamed. Thigh muscles quivered while her ass clenched wildly and her fingers dug into Rahn’s chest through his shirt. Head thrown back, it hit the door with a thump as she came on the spot.
Rahn dropped to his knees, buried his head between her legs and lapped up the fragrant evidence of her release. All the while, he hummed his approval as he wrapped his tongue around her throbbing clit, gently easing it out of its cowl and into his eager mouth. The combined vibration and suction shot up her slit and kicked off a new round of quivers stronger than the first. The earth shattered around her until she expected the ground to open up and swallow her whole.
“Rahn, please. I need you inside me.”
He didn’t stop moving his mouth over her flesh. Didn’t stop humming over her clit. Didn’t stop tormenting her with the long laps of his tongue or the fingers buried inside her.
Oh, and it was good. But damn it, she needed to be fucked. Hard, deep and long.
Reaching down, she sank her fingers into his hair, clear to the scalp and pulled. Easing him away from her soaked flesh, Chrys looked down and her eyes went wide. The man’s mouth, nose and cheeks were covered with her own essence. His light brown eyes flashed with hunger and the hard set of his mouth told her she’d interrupted something he relished. And she’d better quickly replace it with something else.
He flashed a wicked grin while he massaged the backs of her knees. “You have interrupted my meal, Chrys.”
Her mouth opened and snapped shut on a silent plea. God, he was so damned sexy she couldn’t even form the words to describe his tousle-headed, handsome self. She tried to speak again just as his touch moved from the back of her right knee up to the juncture of her thighs and pressed into her swollen lips. Her breath hitched instead. Finally able to string more than two words together, they tumbled out as a strangled plea.
“Oh, Rahn, I need it. Please. Give it to me.”
She needed this. Wanted this. Wanted him more than…hell, she couldn’t think of anything or anyone that had ever made her feel so desperate. Not even the thrill of hunting and bringing down bad guys.
He grabbed a handful of dress and yanked. The sound of rending threads and popping straps resounded through the huge living room. The little scrap of soaked cloth partially covering her sex went next. Then she was underneath him on the floor.
Only one small problem. He still wore all his clothes.
Chrys sat up and pushed Rahn back on his knees. In a flash she’d unzipped his pants and pushed them down as far as they would go. Instead of taking his dark green silk boxers down with them, she bared his skin a scant bit at a time, nipping as she went. Her tongue flicked out and licked a spot just below his pelvic bone. He jerked, almost doubling over. So she tongued him there until he moaned nonstop.
“Chrys, god, baby! That feels so good.”
But it wasn’t nearly enough.
Finally her goal, his glorious hard cock, was completely uncovered. It bobbed in front of her face, the shaft a deep mottled caramel. The flared mushroom head wept. She could almost see the fat veins twined around it throbbing in time with her own rapidly beating heart.
The moment her fingers grasped the thick rod, a primal urge rippled through her soul. The need to mark herself with his scent. To be his, and for him to be hers. Leaning forward, Chrys gently rubbed the smooth hard length of him against her cheek. Then across her forehead and down the other side of her face before turning to take him down her throat in one gulp. His scent filled her nostrils even as he filled her mouth.
He yelled. Thighs shook, hands clenched wildly at his sides. The taut tendons of his throat stood out from his neck as he hissed through gritted teeth.
“Aaaah, shit! Chrys!” he pleaded, took in a large gulp of air and begged some more. Just as she’d begged moments before. “Woman, you’re killing me.”
Humming around his cock certainly wouldn’t make it any easier on him, but she felt particularly evil just now and planned to drive him as insane as humanly possible.
He must have caught on when she didn’t stop sliding her tongue over him, didn’t stop stroking him. She knew the jig was up when he eased her away from his cock. Pants were kicked off, shirt yanked over his head and hands reached out for her. In a split second, she was settled with her creaming slit directly over his hungry cock.
And just when she thought he would plunge to the hilt, he scooped her up in one hand and flipped them both until he was dominant.
Her pussy was so swollen, it throbbed to the point of pain. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she would lose it. Her lower lips were so puffy and wet, dew dribbled and pooled into the crack of her ass, making her cheeks clench spasmodically.
Finally he pressed into her sopping entrance.
Only the head of his cock dipped into her scalding pussy, yet it almost did him in. Rahn couldn’t believe how close he was to totally losing control and coming right then and there. Gritting his teeth, he reined in the wild urge to surge to the hilt and camp out there for the rest of the night.
Then she moved.
Shit. So much warm slick flesh slid against his, while her cunt pulled on him, begged for the very thing he was trying to hold back. Lowering his head, Rahn sought her lips and poured all his desire and every downright nasty inclination into that lip lock. Her tongue boldly tasted his, joined in a magical dance that sent his head spinning as he slowly eased deeper into her body.
The walls of her sweet channel closed in around his length and squeezed. The woman was absolutely delicious. So wet, tight and his.
The exquisite friction of sliding his hardness into her hot, sopping flesh sent a tremor clear down to the fine hairs on his toes. Rahn couldn’t let another second tick by without having them joined lip to lip, chest to chest and cock to pussy.
The inside of Chrys’ strong thighs rubbed against hi
s hips as she wrapped her legs around him. Settling her heels into the base of his spine, she tightened her grip and urged him deeper. God, the woman squeezed him everywhere—cock, waist, spine. Not to mention the arms wrapped firmly around his back, holding him so tight, he struggled to breathe. Then again, the demanding rhythm of Chrys’ hips keeping time with every thrust of his rod may have had something to do with the lack of air in his lungs. She sucked the very life out of him. And damn, he liked it.
“God, love, you feel so good wrapped around my cock.” Rahn eased out slowly, his throbbing erection coated with her dewy juices. “Come for me, Chrys.” A ruthless, balls-deep plunge back into her depths. “Come around my cock. Milk me, love.”
Her eyes were glazed over with passion. Her answering pant and moan preceded a gentle nudge against his shoulders. Reluctantly, he eased his weight off her and pushed up on his palms. Rahn sucked in a shallow breath at the rush of air flowing between them, cooling the heated flesh of his pecs. That single breath remained locked in his airway after Chrys’ hand disappeared into the space between their bodies.
His stomach muscles clenched wildly as her fingers traipsed over the ridges. But she didn’t stop there. The woman teased past his abs and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock just as he pushed forward into her pussy again.
“If I go, you go…oh, oh,” she squealed.
The inviting “O” of her luscious lips made him wish he had two cocks, one for her mouth and one for her pussy. Eyes closed, he knew the moment her fingers reached her clit. The quiver and pulse of her sex was immediate.
Death was imminent. There was no way he’d survive such exquisite pleasure. The sensation of her cunt encircling him, combined with the fingers traveling from her clit back to the base of his cock over and over again, shredded any bit of imagined control.
“Oh god, fuck me!” she demanded.
He drove into her, then pulled back until just the flared head remained inside. Then buried himself again. Fast. Faster.
She panted and moaned, mixing an occasional “Oh my god!” with Rahn’s own wild grunting.
Just before he went up in flames, Rahn lowered his head and sank his teeth into the soft flesh between Chrys’ shoulder and neck. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to still the wild thrashing and clawing as she sought her own release.
With a final thrust of his hips, he slammed into her cervix with a mix of pleasure and pain. Sleek pussy walls pulsed around his erupting cock and they came together with an intensity that yanked a roar of completion from his throat and a sensual scream from Chrys.
His arms gave out and he collapsed on top of her. He sighed while her fingers lazily traced the bones of his spine through the light sheen of sweat cooling on his skin. Sliding toward what he knew would be the sweetest sleep he’d had in a while, he was taken by surprise when Chrys flipped them over, her sweet cunt still clasped around his softening cock.
Mimicking his behavior of only moments before, she bit into his thick trapezius muscle between neck and shoulder. The sting of the bite sent a blazing rush of blood to reawaken his cock. He’d never recovered this quickly before, yet here he was instantly hard and just as hungry for the woman as the first time.
Thank god Chrys was already impaled on his flesh. There was nothing to delay him pumping like a madman while she kept a grip on his neck.
She bit down harder. He bucked like an unbroken bronco and she rode him like the most experienced cowgirl until they once again fell apart in each other’s arms.
Chapter Eight
Rahn rolled over with a groan. The goofy grin on his face disappeared when his hand made contact with a cold pillow where Chrys’ head should have been.
“Damned woman. Why can’t she stay where I put her?”
Mahpiya yawned big in his head. *It will take more than a bite on the neck to tame that one. Then again, perhaps you do not wish to tame her at all.*
Hmm. Well, maybe not. After all, the whiny doormat type had never appealed to Rahn. Chrys was his equal in every way. She was a hell of an undercover agent, educated, honorable, loyal. She didn’t take any crap off anyone for any reason, but also knew when to negotiate. And she’d try her best to kick his ass if he ever pissed her off enough and then was stupid enough to let his guard down. Yes, she was a challenge. A worthy mate.
Their mating was far from complete, but last night had certainly been a fabulous start. Now all he had to do was get her to accept him completely, to accept what they were to each other. And he was certainly up to the task.
He ducked back into his bedroom for a quick shower. Dressed in nothing but a pair of comfortable jeans, Rahn grabbed his secure satellite phone off the nightstand and spoke into the voice recognizer.
“Dial Mother Hubbard.”
After a few clicks, ringing sounded through the earpiece.
“Stud, here.”
“Hey, Geri. Just checking in.”
“How’s the investigation going?”
“The captain has provided me with more good information. And since I can’t get him to stay out of this, we’ve come up with a plausible excuse for him to accompany me here and yon. He’s going to play tour guide.”
“And how’s Chrys?”
“A handful if ever she was, Geri.”
“Has she figured out anything since the last time we talked?”
“Hell, no. But if I know Chrys, she’s just not saying anything.”
“You’ve got that right, Rahn. Just be careful. If you get hurt on this mission, Chrys will have your head. If she hasn’t, er, had it already.”
“A gentleman wouldn’t dare go there. But I will say that I certainly have a better reason to be on this ship than finding a serial killer.”
“Is that reason about five-foot-nothing with a muscular build, short wavy hair and brown eyes?”
“Actually, yes. I’ll call you when I have something more to report, all right, boss?”
“Right. Mother Hubbard, out.”
He snapped the phone closed and stuffed it in the back pocket of his jeans. Barefooted, he padded to the kitchen, pulled some fresh greens from the fridge and sat them on the built-in chopping board on the counter.
Suddenly, he wasn’t in the mood to cook. In fact, he didn’t want to eat either, not unless Chrys was on the menu.
Leaning against the nearest wall, Rahn reached out along the bond with his spirit guide.
‘Mah?’
Her ears perked forward. *Yes, hoksila?*
‘Where is my mate?’
*Shouldn’t you know?* she teased.
But, yeah, he should know. And if he had anything to say about it, he would know from now on.
‘Mah, would you mind…’
*Yes, I know, my dear. Would I mind asking my Adonei where she is?*
He felt like a little kid again, but smashed down his pride and muttered, ‘Uh, yes, ma’am.’
After a moment of silence, Mah’s thoughts filled his head along with the images she’d borrowed from Adonei. Chrys was in the exact spot he’d found her yesterday morning—in their private hot tub.
He picked up the phone and dialed the food service people.
“Hello, this is Rahn Benson in 15E. We require the service of the personal chef for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I have a menu in mind. If you can have a chef arrive within the hour, he can fix all the meals and we’ll reheat them later. Oh, and I’ll leave the front door unlocked. We’ll be busy.”
Rahn hung up the phone, strode to his room and dropped his jeans in the middle of the floor. The glass doors that led from his room to the balcony moved on silent tracks. He stepped out and there she was. Arms spread wide, head thrown back and resting on the edge of the tub, Chrys looked to be asleep. Then a forearm moved, bent at the elbow until a hand settled on her right breast and caressed with care. Her head rolled from one shoulder to the other. She sighed and dropped her hand back to the side of the tub.
Damn, she had such lovely breasts. Rahn could see
the outline of her nipple straining against the fabric of her royal blue bikini from here. And the stiff little peak called his name, begged him to come set it loose so it could greet the morning sunshine.
Rahn padded to greet his mate.
My god, what was she going to do? How the hell was she supposed to make it through this whole vacation with both her heart and pussy intact with a virile man like Rahn sharing her apartment?
Did she want him? Absolutely. But what if it didn’t work out again?
The man seemed to be all into her right now, but what if he changed his mind?
Chrys tilted her head back to rest against the ledge of the hot tub. She tried to relax and let the hot bubbling water melt away her troubles. A glass of her favorite juice sat at her fingertips. A wisp of smoke from her favorite Kahlua mini-cigar floated up and mingled with the steam of the hot tub. And she hadn’t taken a single sip or puff. None of it appealed, given the butterflies dive-bombing her stomach.
Then she thought of how she’d tiptoed from her own bed in the early hours of the morning, and the butterflies were driven off by a band of ravaging ravens. She really needed help here.
‘Adonei?’
*I am here, Chrysalyn. Shall I come to you?*
Her throat clogged with unexplainable tears. ‘Yes, please.’
Adonei’s powerful tawny body shimmered into view next to the hot tub just within arm’s reach. Chrys stretched her arm toward him and sank her fingers into the thick dark mane. He turned questioning brown-sugar eyes on her, and suddenly she wanted to hide, to sink under the turbulent water until it was over her head.
*Why are you so upset, Chrysalyn?*
‘Because I don’t know what to say or how to act the next time I see Rahn. Sure, he did the you-my-woman thing last night. In fact, he did it quite well.’ Her womb fluttered at the memory of what a fantastic lover Rahn had been. Every touch had brought her pleasure. No awkward moments. No missteps or blunders. It had been, in a word, perfect. ‘But that doesn’t mean he’ll be as sure about this, this…whatever it is between us now that morning is here.’