by Anya Summers
He captured her lips, taking her mouth in a heated duel as he pounded her flesh. Mia wrapped herself tighter around him. He reveled in how receptive she was, her hips canted and met his hammered strokes. Her arms wound around his shoulders, her feet dug into his ass and he fucked her without restraint.
The edges of his release tingled along his spine. Mia felt so god damn good without a thin membrane separating them. He trembled, fighting to maintain control. All the training, all his vaulted control, was being swiped away, one fluttering quiver of her sheath around his shaft at a time.
His strokes grew frenzied, harder. The slap of flesh, his grunts, and Mia’s mewls filled the confines of the shower. And then Mia’s body trembled.
“Cole,” she keened. Her pussy quaked around his cock.
And then he simply let go. His control slipped, and he hammered inside her quivering folds. Lightning arced along his spine. His balls drew taut. On the next thrust, his body catapulted into an ecstasy so profound, the force of his orgasm nearly buckled his knees.
“Ahh, Mia!” he roared as he pumped his shaft, hot jets of semen pouring from his dick, filling her clenching channel.
It sent her body over again so that she was crying, straining with another climax. Their hips moved together, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure. They thrust together, her cunt milking his cock until his shaft finally began to soften.
With a last groan, he buried his face against her neck and his knees finally did give out on him. But he protected Mia as he slid down, cradling her against his body until the water in the shower ran cold.
He shut off the water and shifted Mia from his lap. In the small confines, he stood, then gently drew her to her feet. With his arms around her, he opened the shower door and helped her out. He grabbed a towel and dried them off, then dressed her in the shirt he’d given her earlier. Mia didn’t protest as he fit it over her head. The material fell to her knees, reminding him again how small she was—and how fierce. She’d not backed away from the passion between them.
And then he towel dried her hair, since there wasn’t an electric hair dryer in the cabin. He loved her hair, the chestnut waves were like spun silk between his fingers. Taking complete care of Mia, he brushed the tangles from her hair.
She watched him through the vanity mirror but remained silent. Her normally expressive face was unreadable. When he finished brushing her hair, she turned toward him, slid her arms around his waist and laid her head against his chest.
Another fissure inside his heart cracked open as his arms closed around her.
“Mia,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her temple as he noticed his own expression in the mirror. The tension, the thin veil of pretense that hid his growing displeasure were gone. In its place was a satiated calm and contentment.
Mia shifted in his arms and he glanced down. Her face was turned up toward his, her gaze searching. And then her hands trailed down to his rear.
“Need something?” he asked, desire deepening his voice.
She bit her lower lip. And then said with consternation, “I don’t think once was enough.”
Cole felt himself harden as a ball of lust slammed into him. “No, it wasn’t.”
He cupped her face in his hands and brushed his lips over hers only to hear a slight rumble from her belly.
“But let’s get you fed first,” he said and ushered her out of the bathroom.
Seeing her dressed in his clothing, knowing she was just as affected as he, Cole found himself on unsteady ground for the first time in ages. Not since Lana had any woman touched his heart. It was likely why he’d fought his attraction for Mia as hard as he had. Because deep down, he knew she was different from all the others.
And he had no idea what to do with that knowledge. Mia would leave as soon as her time in Wyoming was up.
Chapter 16
Mia and Cole worked together in the kitchen, cooking. Cole constantly touched her in the small space. A caress down her back while she fried bacon. A brush of his lips against her forehead as she cracked eggs into a bowl. The stove wasn’t overly large, but for just the two of them, it worked. Cole even made buttermilk biscuits. Granted, they were the ones from the can with the doughboy on the side, but she was famished after their hike and out of this world sex, and they would work in a pinch.
Mia found it difficult to concentrate on the most mundane task since Cole hadn’t dressed after their shower together. He’d slipped off his wet boxers and was parading around the kitchen in nothing but his skin. The man had the most beautiful body. Not an ounce of fat anywhere. Her fingers curled every time she considered touching him. She’d not done much more than hold on for the ride.
And what a ride.
Her gaze kept dipping to his cock—the one she’d convinced herself after their fishing trip couldn’t be that big. But it was, long and thick, and holy moly, just beautiful. She’d never thought a man’s dick could be attractive. She’d always considered them rather funny looking.
Until Cole.
She couldn’t believe she’d slept with him. Although, sleeping was the wrong term. More like they’d had stupendous, passionate sex that left her feeling a whole lot unsettled and a little bit unsteady.
She’d never had sex like that before. Joe had been predictable and boring. They had never done anything more exciting than missionary, and she certainly had never had three orgasms in one session. With Joe, she’d sometimes had to go into the bathroom and use her vibrator to finish the job.
Not with Cole though. Her sex throbbed at the memory of his intense and thorough lovemaking.
After setting their plates brimming with hearty fare on the kitchen table, Mia sat on one of the two chairs.
He was a pleasure just to watch. The way his muscles rippled with each movement. That wealth of muscles bunching, and flexing. Mia’s body responded, turning to heated molasses. She sighed. Then there was his most impressive cock. Her face flamed. His shaft was still at half-mast. An image of her gripping his dick, caressing him and feeling him lengthen before she put her mouth on him made her throat go dry.
Cole ambled over with a pair of glass tumblers and a bottle of Jameson. He poured them each a dram of whisky and then joined her at the table, lowering himself into the other chair.
Mia licked her lips.
“What?” he asked, eyeing her as he bit into a crispy slice of bacon.
“Whisky with bacon and eggs?”
“It will keep you warm and help loosen you up for what I have planned next for you,” he said with such nonchalance, it was like he was mentioning that they were about to have tea.
Mia nearly inhaled her bite of eggs. She cleared her throat. “Really?”
And the passionate stare he gave her made every single one of her erogenous zones whimper in anticipation. She pressed her thighs together as her pussy quivered.
“Yep. Eat up, city girl, because I plan to shortly,” he replied, his voice a seductive, husky murmur that made her nipples ache.
Cole was a potent drug in her system. One taste and she was hooked.
Her hand trembled as she took a bite of biscuit. She tried to focus on her meal when all she wanted to do was stare at his body. She’d never been with a guy like Cole. What with his bold as brass ease at being naked, the way he stared at her like he had every intention of making love with her all night long, and the way he seemed to anticipate her every need, Mia knew she was in real danger. Danger of falling for him even as she yearned to reach out and touch the bright flame of his desire once more.
Every time she glanced across the table, caressing his body with her gaze, a blush spread up her neck and she wanted to fan her face with her hand.
“Out with it. Why aren’t you eating more?”
“I’m a little distracted.”
“By what?” he asked, a glimmer in his eyes.
“Well, for starters, you’re naked,” she said, gesturing toward his chest with her fork.
A totally male grin
spread across his face. “I didn’t see the point in putting anything on again.”
“Why?” Her voice caught.
“Because as soon as we’re finished eating, I plan to fuck you until neither of us can move,” he said with utter calm and surety, like he was discussing the weather. Then he sipped his whisky, studying her reaction with his intense gaze.
Mia’s breath shuddered out in a whoosh and her hand shook.
Cole chuckled darkly. “Eat up, city girl. You’re going to need your strength.”
Mia pressed her thighs together. Pleasure hummed in her body. She nodded and then ate in earnest, focusing on the meal in front of her and not her sexy surly cowboy.
They ate the rest of their meal in companionable silence. At the distinct rumble of thunder, Mia glanced out the window. The world beyond the cabin had darkened. Snow rained down in thick showers so dense, the land beyond the meadow seemed to disappear in blinding white. It made her feel like they were in their own little universe.
“I didn’t realize it could thunder during a snowstorm,” she murmured, setting her silverware down on her empty place and lifting the glass of whisky to her lips.
“I’ve seen it plenty, living here. The problem with a storm like this is how much of a wallop it can pack. I know the weather channel said we should expect a foot, but seeing what’s coming down out there, I’d say we’re going to get double that, if not more,” he said, his gaze trained on her.
“If that’s true, how will we get back tomorrow?”
“We won’t. The most likely scenario is that we’ll be stuck here for at least the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours. Mason will contact me on the SAT phone if anything changes with the weather. And, worst case, once the storm clears, we’ll have Mason and Alex drive our snowmobiles up here and have them ferry us back down. We can’t do anything or make a decision how to proceed until the storm stops. So for now, it’s just you and me.”
“I see,” she replied, her skin breaking out in goosebumps. Just the two of them without any interruptions or interference.
“Problem?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I just didn’t think we’d be here more than one night.”
“Why? Regretting it already?”
She laughed, more at herself than at him. “No, if anything, I’m glad we’re stuck here and that you won’t disappear on me.”
It was silly and an old wound. She couldn’t help being afraid of being abandoned.
“Is that right?”
“Yeah.” She nodded, glancing in her cup and contemplating whether that last swallow of whisky was a good idea.
“Mia, look at me.”
She lifted her head and her breath hitched in her throat at his hungry expression.
“Not only am I not going anywhere, but I’m about to show you what it means to be with a Dominant.”
Her pulse spiked, and her blood simmered. If that was anything like what she’d experienced in the shower, she wondered if she would expire from the pleasure. She swallowed the last sip of whisky. It burned a heated path all the way into her belly. Cole stood, desire etched on his handsome visage, and the proof of his need bobbed in her line of sight. The whisky burn spread throughout her limbs, making them heavy.
Cole approached. His wide, thick cock jutted from his groin. And like a moth to the proverbial flame, her hand slid around the base. The velvety soft skin was warm to the touch, the mushroom head darker than his shaft. His cock was so thick she couldn’t circle him with her hand.
“Mia,” he growled.
“Let me,” she pleaded, her fingers tracing the vein along the underside of his dick all the way up to where it met the ridge of his crown. Joe had never let her explore his body. In her limited sexual experience, not one of the guys she’d slept with had lingered long enough to feed her curiosity.
Cole nodded his assent.
She explored his cock. Caressing his length with the tips of her fingers. Running her nails over him lightly and watching his response. One hand cupped his heavy sac, rolling and squeezing his balls, while her other stroked his shaft, learning how he liked to be touched.
She rubbed the small slit on his crown and a drop of moisture appeared. She looked up his body, over his trembling stomach muscles, until their gazes met. Lust darkened Cole’s face and everything inside Mia responded. Where anxiety once existed, now all she felt was desire and need—for him.
With her gaze trained on his face, she leaned forward and her tongue darted out over the crest, catching the milky drop of pre-cum. Cole hissed. Flicking her tongue over the crown, she enjoyed the salty, musky flavor of his skin. His jaw tightened at her ministrations.
Laving her tongue flat over the head, a flood of feminine power unlike anything she’d experienced suffused her being. Who knew that she could make a man strain with pleasure? She spent time on his head, her tongue tracing the circumference, curling it around the underside of the mushroom tip.
Then, with her hand circling the base of his cock, she opened her mouth and lowered her mouth over him.
“Mia,” he groaned.
His wide girth stretched her mouth. His dick was a good solid eight inches and she could only take about half of his impressive shaft inside. But she used her mouth in conjunction with her hand as she sucked his manhood. Mia never thought she’d enjoy giving head. It was Cole. He made her feel wanton and decadent. She craved the salty taste of him. Hollowing her cheeks as she sucked more and more of his cock into her mouth, she kept her gaze trained on his face, studying every flash of pleasure and reading his body language.
His hands gripped the sides of her head and he thrust between her lips. Moisture slicked her thighs as he fucked her mouth. Her breasts ached. Her nipples were hard points beneath his shirt, and her pussy throbbed in time with his thrusts. Mia wondered if she would orgasm without penetration.
And, through it all, her gaze stayed trained on him. Passion etched lines on his face. He strained, pumping his dick in her mouth, and she was surprised that the garbled moans she heard were coming from her.
His member lengthened and swelled and she knew he was close to climaxing. She wanted to taste him. All of him. She’d never had a man come in her mouth before.
His control slipped and he ruthlessly thrust, his head thrown back, neck muscles corded.
“Ahhh, Mia,” he bellowed, his body straining.
Hot liquid jets of semen flooded her mouth. His dick jerked as he climaxed. Her throat worked, swallowing his salty seed. Cole shuddered and groaned as he came. His thrusts slowed. Bliss riddled his frame until she’d finally milked every drop from him.
Mia released his shaft from her lips and sat back on her feet, panting. Her thighs trembled. And she very much believed that a simple swipe against her clit would send her over the edge.
Cole hauled her into his arms and kissed her. And, holy hand grenade, what a kiss. Passionate didn’t even begin to describe the depths of this man’s kiss. It was raw and unfettered. Ravaging her soul, he claimed her. His lips made her feel wild and wicked, as if she were standing on the edge of the world and daring it. By the time the kiss ended, it was as if he had plundered the very fabric of her being and planted pieces of himself inside her.
He hoisted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
“But the dishes…” she said.
“Will be fine. Because right now, I want to see how many times I can make you scream.”
“Oh.” It was a good thing he was holding her, otherwise she would have melted into the floorboards.
Cole laid her on the bed, then tugged his shirt off over her head. He padded away and came back holding a leather belt. Fear washed over her. What did he plan to do with that?
“Give me your hands,” he commanded.
“Cole, I—”
“You will call me Sir or Master for the rest of the night. Deep breaths, city girl. I’m just introducing you to some light bondage. Since I don’t have my goody bag with me or a set o
f cuffs handy, we’ll use my belt. With me so far?”
Tingles zinged along her spine and she nodded, her voice a breathy whisper. “Yes.”
“Good. If anything I do is too much or hurts, I want you to use the safeword pearl. Can you remember that?” he asked, his dark gaze nearly a caress.
“Pearl. Got it. But you’re not going to hurt me, are you? Because if you are then I think we should just stop now. I don’t know…” She shook her head.
Cole cupped her chin and drew her gaze up to his. “Tonight’s about pleasure, Mia. One of the main tenets of a relationship between a Dominant and submissive is trust. I’d be a piss poor Dominant if I promised to see how many times I could make you come, only to turn the tables on you and do a different scene entirely. Some people like pain with sex—need it, in fact, to be fully satisfied. I don’t necessarily need to flog or cane a sub, but I do enjoy tying one up. I’m only going to restrain your arms, all right? We can adjust as needed. That’s why there is a safeword.”
Mia expelled her pent-up breath and held out her wrists. Maximum pleasure with Cole. That she could do.
“That’s it, city girl. I promise you won’t regret it,” he murmured, caressing her cheek with his thumb before he removed his hand.
Then he wrapped the soft leather belt around her wrists. He positioned her arms above her head and fastened the belt around one of the slats in the headboard, effectively trapping her arms there and making it so that she couldn’t move.
But it was the look on Cole’s face, the lust and pleasure at viewing her bound, that waylaid any fears she harbored. He seemed to know precisely how to temper her anxiety so that it was almost nonexistent. He was better than any drug her psychiatrist had prescribed.
He positioned his big body between her thighs and her breath backed up. She was already so wet, so ready to feel him inside her. He lay snug between her splayed thighs. Her legs wrapped instinctually around his waist as he propped himself up on his elbows. She rubbed her pussy against his turgid shaft. Pleasure lanced through her and she moaned.
Cole hissed. “Not yet, city girl. I made you a promise. One I intend to keep.”