Going Down: Holding Out for a Hero, Book 1

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by Shelli Stevens


  She was almost glad he wasn’t bringing up the wild sex they both knew they were about to have. It was the distraction she needed.

  “I had such a wonderful time. You have an amazing family. I wasn’t sure Trevor cared for me much at first, but he seemed to warm up.”

  “He’s like that with everyone. Trev’s got some demons and doesn’t trust easily. But he liked you. I could tell he approved one-hundred-percent.”

  “And that’s a good thing?” she murmured and glanced over at him as the truck bounced down the dirt road of her driveway.

  He tore his attention from the drive, and looked at her. “That’s a very good thing.”

  Heat slid through her body, gathering heavy between her thighs at his softly spoken words.

  Want. I want this man.

  A moment later, Tyson slowed to a stop outside her house, putting on the parking brake.

  Her hands shook as she reached for the door handle, tugging it open and climbing out of the truck before Tyson could open the door for her.

  He was right behind her though, climbing the steps on her heels as she moved across the porch. But, before she could enter the house, he slid an arm around her ribcage, pulling her back against him so her ass brushed his hardened cock.

  “We were almost inside,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

  “I need to touch you. Now.” His lips found the nape of her neck, caressing the skin before he bit gently.

  Her ass clenched and she gasped. “Tyson.”

  “Jesus, Ellie, when you were leaning forward earlier, swinging that mallet…your little sundress rose high on your thighs and I got so damn hard just watching you.”

  With his free hand, he lifted her dress, rubbing his palm over the backs of her thighs.

  “I wanted to pull you off behind the trees, away from the family. Get you alone,” he muttered. “I wanted to lift your dress like this, and slip my hand between your legs. Feel how fucking wet you were.”

  He kicked her legs apart and urged her to lean forward, as if he were about to frisk her. But then his hand went straight between her parted thighs to cup her sensitized pussy.

  Ellie cried out, a shudder racking her body as her palms lay flattened against the door, holding her weight up.

  “’Cause you were wet earlier,” he went on, his voice hoarse as he massaged her mound. “I know you were. Just about as wet as you are now. Weren’t you, sweetheart?”

  “Yes.”

  She didn’t bother to deny it. To deny that she’d been thinking about him all day and what was about to happen.

  “Good girl. No lies between us, Ellie. No lies.”

  Closing her eyes, she bit her lip, trying not to let the no lies comment drag her back to reality.

  And then she didn’t have to think, because he slid the hand around her ribcage up to close over her breast through the dress.

  “I want your tit in my mouth again, Ellie. And then I want my face between your legs.” He ground his pelvis against her, so she felt the press of his hard cock against her ass. “I want you to beg. To scream my name. I want everything.”

  Her knees trembled, and she couldn’t do more than let out a gurgle of a moan.

  Tyson maneuvered his hand beneath her thong, and stroked one finger into her soaked cleft.

  “But I also want you on your knees, sweetheart. I want to watch you undo my jeans and pull out my cock, then take me between those pretty red lips of yours.”

  “Yes.” The vision swept through her, so hot and powerful, that her thighs clenched around his hand.

  “I want to fuck your mouth. Come down your throat.” He moved his finger up to rub her clit, slow and steady, while the hand on her breast pinched the nipple. “And you’d swallow me, wouldn’t you, Ellie?”

  She didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer, because the pleasure was so intense.

  “I know you would, because you’re dirty like that. You’d swallow every last drop of my come. Tell me you would, Ellie,” he ordered thickly, bringing his finger, soaked with her juices up to her mouth.

  He traced her lips and she tasted herself, felt her tongue sliding out to flick over the tip before she knew what she was doing.

  He groaned. “Or better yet, show me.”

  Chapter Ten

  Tyson’s hands moved to her shoulders, spinning her around and pushing her to her knees in front of him.

  The rasp of his zipper sounded and her gaze finally focused on his hand, freeing his cock from his jeans.

  Her mouth went dry at the sight of him. Thick and long, with the blue ridges of veins throughout. The head of his shaft was purple and engorged, a tiny pearl of moisture gathered at the small opening.

  “Suck me,” he commanded huskily. “Taste me.”

  Hypnotized by his seductive order and the complete change in him, she reached out and curled her fingers around his cock. Hot. Silky. Steel.

  Her womb clenched and she licked her lips. The hard wood of the porch bit into her knees and it aroused her further. She knelt in front of him, knowing there was about to be a huge power shift. Her mouth watered for the taste he’d ordered her to take.

  She leaned forward and let her tongue flick over his mushroom-shaped tip. Caught the salty drop of semen and savored the taste of him.

  “Fuck.” He groaned, his fingers sliding into her hair to hold her against him. “Take me inside, sweetheart.”

  Ellie parted her lips and let him slide deep into her mouth.

  “Oh, God. Yeah, Ellie, just like that.”

  She moved her mouth on him slowly to start. Letting Tyson’s cock rub against her tongue as her teeth lightly grazed him. She curled her lips over them to protect him, worried about hurting him.

  But he gave a low growl in his throat, his fingers tightening in her hair as he took over.

  Ellie closed her eyes, rubbing his balls as she relaxed her jaw and let him take control. Let him fuck her mouth.

  She felt him tighten in her hand and then he groaned, long and loud. The first warm burst of his release hit the back of her throat and she sucked his length, milking his climax, wanting more. Wanting it all.

  A minute later, Tyson pulled from her mouth and leaned forward above her, his palms against the front door of the house in a perfect imitation of the position he’d had her in moments before.

  Ellie licked her lips, savoring the last taste of him, and a little shocked at what had just happened.

  “Damn,” he muttered. “I am so sorry.”

  “Sorry? Why?”

  “I lost control. I was a jerk—”

  “Umm, that was hot as hell,” she murmured, coming to her feet and sliding between him and the door. “So don’t you dare apologize. Besides, you were right.”

  His chest rose with each uneven breath he took, and he stroked a thumb over her lower lip.

  “Right about…?”

  She nipped at his thumb and watched him from beneath her lashes. “You going from vanilla to red velvet in under ten seconds.”

  He laughed, even as his gaze darkened. “Still, I lost control. Here on the front porch, where anyone could’ve seen us.”

  “No one saw us. This house is up a long driveway. Besides, is losing control really such a bad thing?”

  “Guess not. Besides, I had an ulterior motive when you were going down on me.”

  “You have a filthy mouth, Sheriff.”

  He grinned. “And you like it.”

  “You’re right. Now what was your ulterior motive?”

  “Well, sweetheart, I needed the edge taken off.” He trailed his thumb down to the pulse in her throat that she knew was beating incredibly fast. “Because once I get you inside this house, I want to take my time enjoying that tight little body of yours.”

  Her heart thumped so loud, she was certain he could hear it.

  “Oh yeah?” Her voice cracked.

  “Yeah. I want to touch it,” Tyson murmured as he slid his hand down to cup her breast. “Taste it.” He pressed h
is mouth against hers, his tongue sliding inside for a brief moment to flick against hers, before he lifted his head. “And then I’m going to fuck it.” His pelvis ground against hers, pressing her into the door. “Every way possible. Again and again. Because we have all night, sweetheart, and I intend to use those hours.”

  Every nerve in her body went taut with need. Her thong, which had slid into the folds of her pussy, was thoroughly wet.

  She wanted to make some seductive reply, or at least try for witty.

  Ellie opened her mouth, but the only thing that came out was a strangled, “Please.”

  Tyson watched her body tremble, saw the glaze of arousal in her eyes, and couldn’t wait another second to make good on the statement he’d just made.

  He slid his hand down the door, grabbing the handle and turning. Since it wasn’t locked, the door swung inward.

  Ellie’s eyes widened as she started to fall backward. But he caught her, and instead of just steadying her, he swept her up into his arms.

  Moving into the house, he kicked the door closed.

  “Where’s the bedroom?”

  “In the back.” Her words were unsteady and she clung to him as he strode through the small house.

  The bedroom door was open and his gaze immediately landed on the queen-size, perfectly made bed.

  He laid her down on the mattress and then quickly disposed of his clothes, grabbing the condom out of his jeans and setting it on the table next to them.

  Then he climbed on the bed after her, covered her body with his and let his hand sweep down the length of her body as he took her mouth in a hard kiss.

  Ellie moaned, thrusting her hands into his hair as she kissed him back, her tongue sparring with his, her body arching beneath him.

  Wedging his hand beneath her, Tyson found the zip at the back of her dress and tugged it down. He quickly realized that the style of the dress would have to be removed by tugging it over her head.

  He eased his mouth from hers and then sat up, encouraging her to her knees.

  “Take it off, sweetheart,” he commanded softly. “I want to see you.”

  She nodded and reached for the hem of her dress. Her arms crossed in front of her as she lifted the black skirt over her thighs and up her body.

  The tiny black thong he’d felt earlier showed more than it covered. The lace front was a small triangle that disappeared into the swollen lips of her pussy.

  His cock went just as hard as it had been on the porch, and he groaned, raising his gaze to follow the removal of the dress.

  Time seemed to stop as she lifted off her dress inch by inch. Her pale stomach was toned, and a small gem glittered from a piercing at her belly button.

  Fuck. That was so damn hot.

  Then her small breasts, wrapped in a black strapless bra, appeared, before the dress cleared her head and she tossed it to the floor.

  “Now the bra,” he ordered, his gaze on her chest, waiting for the hard, red nipples he knew she’d soon expose.

  She didn’t hesitate, but reached behind her to unfasten the bra. The black strip loosened, before she plucked it free and tossed it aside.

  “Damn,” he muttered thickly and stroked his cock, which still hung free from his unzipped jeans. “Now you just relax and let me do the rest, sweetheart.”

  With Ellie still on her knees in front of him, he slid a hand around her back and pulled her forward.

  Her perfectly sloped breast dangled in front of his face, and he flicked his tongue over one taut nipple.

  She drew in a sharp breath and swayed against him, reaching for his shoulders.

  “Like that?” He smiled before closing his lips around the tip and drawing it inside his mouth.

  Ellie’s breathing grew ragged as he suckled her, and he grabbed her other tit, squeezing it, plucking the nipple as he enjoyed its twin with his mouth.

  When he eventually pulled his mouth away, his breathing was a bit irregular too. With a low growl, he pushed her breasts together and buried his face between them, flicking his tongue over each nipple in turn, using his teeth, and alternating which one to suckle.

  “Tyson,” Ellie whispered, her head tilting back. “Oh God, you’re making me so hot.”

  Though he didn’t need her words to know how aroused she was—the scent of arousal grew stronger by the minute—he loved hearing her say it.

  Catching the sides of her thong between his fingers, he tugged them down. But with his mouth on her tit, it was like unwrapping a Christmas present without looking.

  He lifted his head from her breasts and watched the black thong slide over her hips and down her thighs.

  “Jesus,” he muttered and rocked back on his heels for a moment, just to take her in.

  A tiny triangle of black curls was the only hair that rested above the smooth, pink folds of her pussy. The hint of moisture gleamed between his legs, and lust surged through him, knowing he’d brought her to this point.

  Tyson reached out and palmed her mound, groaning at the wetness that met his hand.

  “I want to taste you, Ellie,” he said, and then slid two fingers deep inside her. So hot and wet. His cock jumped. “I want my tongue where my fingers are right now.”

  “Then do it,” she said raggedly, her pussy clenching around his fingers. “Or are you just all talk, Sheriff?”

  He laughed softly, lifting his gaze to hers while he fucked her with his fingers.

  “I’ll make you eat those words in a minute, sweetheart.”

  “I’d rather you just eat me.”

  His laughter grew, as he was genuinely amused by her dirty challenge.

  With a gentle shove, he pushed her backward so she fell with her head against the pillow. Then he pushed her thighs wide and smiled down at her.

  “I can’t wait to hear you beg.”

  “I don’t beg,” she replied, her gaze rebellious, even as watched her ass clench and lift off the mattress.

  “Really?” He arched a brow as he moved to lie down, urging her legs over his shoulders. “We’ll just have to see about that.”

  She seemed ready to let the argument die, but with his face not even an inch from her pussy, he wasn’t all that surprised.

  He took a second to breathe in the spicy scent of her arousal, and rubbed a thumb through her folds. Then he dropped a light kiss on her inner thigh.

  Tyson watched her stomach clench and her chest stop rising and falling. She was holding her breath. He smiled, knowing Ellie wasn’t nearly as composed as she’d want him to believe.

  He kissed her other thigh, before turning to lazily nuzzle her warm slit. Her strangled whimper made him bite back a soft laugh.

  And then his amusement died when his tongue caught the taste of her essence. Hunger, savage and raw, ripped through him, sending his blood raging through his veins.

  With a low growl, he forgot the notion of teasing her and gave in to his primal instinct. Needing to taste her completely and to make her lose control like he knew he was about to.

  He slid his tongue through her folds, before making it rigid and plunging deep into her core, burrowing in her musky slickness.

  Oh, yeah, he was a goner.

  Ellie gasped, any intent she had at keeping calm and controlled when Tyson was going down on her vaporized.

  Oh God. Oh God.

  Her head spun and her heart pounded as he began to slowly fuck her with his tongue. Her thighs tightened around his head, her heels digging into his upper back.

  And then he moved his tongue from the channel, dragging up through her pussy, before honing in on her clit a moment later. At contact, her body jackknifed and she cried out. Pleasure screamed through every inch of her being as a film of sweat broke out on her skin.

  He suckled the small bud, making quiet masculine growls of approval. And then his hands slid up her body to massage her breasts, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh.

  “Tyson,” she whispered, clutching blindly at the bedding. “Oh God…”


  His mouth moved over her faster, his tongue flicking and swirling, creating havoc on her mind and body. And then, it was too much, even as she needed more.

  “Please,” she begged, just as he’d predicted. “Tyson, oh God, please.”

  Tyson’s hands slid from her breasts and she groaned in disappointment. But then he caught her hands in his, weaving their fingers together as he slowed his tormenting tongue to hard licks against the button of flesh.

  Her thighs gripped his ears as the release built low in her body. Then it spread to every inch, leaving her tingling and on the edge. She just needed that little…God!

  He lightly bit her clit and she went flying. Her body shook through the orgasm, gasps of pleasure spilling from her lips.

  She was vaguely aware of Tyson shifting, moving to his knees, even as her legs stayed on his shoulders. Then she felt the thick prodding of his cock between her thighs.

  “I know I promised you slow, sweetheart,” he muttered hoarsely. “But I can’t wait another minute to be inside you.”

  Before she could catch her breath, his grip on her ankles tightened and he thrust deep.

  Her body arched and she moaned, the lingering pleasure of her orgasm sparking up again tenfold.

  “Tyson,” she gasped softly and closed her eyes, letting herself adjust to his quick invasion.

  Incredible. It felt so absolutely incredible. Her entire body tingled as he made slow thrusts inside her. Her nipples hardened and her breathing grew strained.

  But she wasn’t the only one. She opened her eyes again when she heard ragged breaths. His face was pinched, the pleasure so clearly sketched in each line on his forehead and the heat in his eyes.

  Tyson must have sensed her watching him. He’d been focused on where they were joined, his thumb rubbing her clit as he fucked her, but then he lifted his head and their gazes collided.

  “Ellie,” he rasped. “Oh God, you’re amazing.”

  She tried to reply back, “Likewise.” But it came out more as a gurgled moan.

  And then any ability she had to think vanished when he began thrusting harder into her, rubbing her clit faster. Her breasts jiggled and she pinched the tips, heightening her excitement.

 

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