by Kris Norris
He reached for her pants, tugging free the cord at the waist, smiling when the buggers simply fell to the floor. He used his foot to hold them down as she toed off her shoes and stepped free, leaving her pussy clothed in nothing but a scrap of white lace. He yanked at the side, vowing he’d get her more once his hunger had lessened, though the thought that day might never come only fueled his need to claim her. To bind her to him with the same frustrating need he already had for her.
Annie’s breath breezed across his neck as he ripped the other seam and tossed her panties aside, indifferent to finding them later. All he wanted her covered in was him.
He traced his fingers along her hips, dipping down to slide them through her folds. Warm, slick cream eased his way, and he groaned when two fingers slid into her sex. “God, you’re soaking wet.”
Her breath hissed into a breathy moan as he withdrew only to pump them in again, feeling her channel clench around his invasion.
“Dylan. God, what are you waiting for?”
He focused on her face, loving the tight press of her lips and the strain of the muscles in her neck. She was just as close as he was, and he’d never seen a woman more beautiful than her.
He lowered his mouth to her shoulder, nipping at the taut flesh. “I need this to be good for you. And somehow fucking you without so much as a taste doesn’t seem right.”
She cried out at the next pass of his fingers, her head knocking against the wall this time. “By all that’s holy, you can lick and taste to your heart’s content next time. Just please, don’t make me wait.”
The urgent quality of her voice snapped his control. He withdrew his fingers, cupping her thigh as he locked one leg around his hips. She responded by increasing her grip around his neck before levering her other leg up and cinching it around his waist. The motion snugged his cock against her mound, and it only took a tilt of his hips to position it at her sex. He gave her one last love bite then pistoned his groin forward, driving his cock fully inside her in one, firm stroke.
Annie shouted his name, convulsing around his shaft with a series of strong contractions. The rhythmic pulses skirted along his cock, making him impossibly harder. He grunted into her ear, muttering something about her holding on, as he balanced their weight then moved. His hips pumped in a frenzied motion he knew would drive him over long before he wanted but unable to stop the frantic grind as she clenched around him, coating his shaft with more slippery fluid.
His vision dimmed, his focus narrowing to the way her skin blended into the gray of the wall as he pounded into her pussy, using all his force to keep her suspended around his waist. She clawed at his neck, scratching his skin as she pushed her hips against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. The increased pressure sent a tingling sensation straight to his sac, and he knew he wouldn’t last.
Dylan shifted his hands, angling her pelvis back slightly so every pass of his groin would brush across her clit. The new position made her scream this time, his name bouncing off the walls as her breath hitched and held. He panted against her skin, trying to still the fire burning from his sac into his groin, but the constant rippling of her channel overloaded his senses. He yelled her name, biting the muscle of her shoulder as his cock flared, holding his release back by a sheer power of will. She needed one last push.
“Come for me, honey. Now.”
He rocked hard into her, the sharp thrust sending her over. A new set of contractions assaulted his shaft, and he bowed his head, giving in to the rush of need swelling his cock. His body stiffened then jerked, emptying into her in a series of rough strokes. His head fell back. A series of black spots dotted the ceiling as his orgasm drained his strength, and he fell forward, slouching against Annie as he fought to catch his breath.
A contented sigh rustled the hair beside his neck. God, he prayed he hadn’t been too rough. That she’d experienced the same mind-blowing release he had. He eased his head back, smiling as her eyelids blinked, finally prying apart as she stared at him, glassy eyed with a smug smile tilting her mouth. He bent forward, planting a lingering kiss on her lips before easing his cock free. She groaned as his shaft left the warm confines of her sex, clenching his shoulders when he helped lower her feet to the floor, holding her as she regained her balance.
Her fingers curled around his shoulders as he started to take a step back, urging him closer instead. A flash of worry shone in her eyes before she turned her head, resting it on his chest.
Dylan gathered her in his arms, inhaling the musky scent of their lovemaking. It was sweet and spicy, with a hint of sin. He smiled at the enticing aroma, content to simply hold her. Her breath caressed his skin, sending a new wave of heat spiraling through his body. He dropped a kiss on her forehead as he eased her back, shaking his head in feigned exasperation.
“I’m afraid I lied to you, honey.”
To her credit, she didn’t do more than inhale at his words, leaning against the wall once again, as she eyed him from behind a flutter of lashes. “How’s that?”
“That was simply the best damn sex I’ve ever had. But I seem to remember promising not to have sex with you.” He shrugged. “That can only mean one thing…we need to try that again. Can’t have you thinking I’m a man who breaks his promises.”
A wicked smile graced her lips. “No. We wouldn’t want that.”
He backed up, extending his hand to her. “Game on.”
Chapter Six
Annie stared at Dylan’s hand, her heart skipping a beat as the reality of the night sank in. She’d just had sex with Dylan Smith. And if the gleam in his eye was any indication, it was the first of many encounters tonight. She probed her heart, afraid she’d find overwhelming regret. But only a warm sense of contentment filled the usually empty space, relinquishing any lingering doubts. She didn’t know if this would go beyond the first light of dawn, but she refused to shy away from the first real sense of love she’d ever felt.
Love.
It was far too soon to entertain the word, though she had to admit, it felt good. Dare she say, right?
She took his hand, weaving her fingers through his as he led her to the middle of the room. She frowned, glancing at the blanket spread out in the other corner. “Wouldn’t we be more comfortable with something softer beneath us?”
“All in good time. But first…”
He signaled her to stay put as he moved in behind her, running his fingers along her shoulders then down her back. “This is one of the sexiest bras I’ve ever seen. God, when I realized it was all you were wearing in that house…I swear I haven’t been soft since.” He pressed against her, accentuating his point with a tilt of his hips. His erection lengthened along the side of her ass. “Makes me wonder if I ever will be. But as much as I love it.” He thumbed the clasp, dropping a kiss between her shoulder blades as he flicked it open, gently easing the sides apart. “I’m afraid it’s got to go.”
She held her breath as he smoothed the straps forward, dropping the bra at her feet. Her nipples puckered as the cool air beaded her skin, making them painfully tight. The pads of his fingers grazed her chest, drawing small circles around the taut buds. Her head fell back against his chest, dipping to the side, as his fingers brushed the tips, drawing a breathy moan from deep inside.
“God, Annie. I could spend days touching you. Discovering every sensitive spot. Learning which places make you laugh, which make you twitch, and which make you scream my name.” He pinched the buds, taking her to the brink of pain without ever pushing her over. His thumbs rolled them firmly between his fingers, only to release them as he placed feather-soft flicks around her breasts. “I get the feeling these belong in the last category.” He kissed her shoulder. “Do me a favor? Wait here.”
His feet padded toward the corner, and she fought the urge to turn, watch his body move in the gleam of the candlelight. He was unlike any man she’d ever seen. Strong, ripped, but with a sensitive side he hid beneath layers of pain and guilt. She suspected there was a story behi
nd his friend’s death—the real reason he kept the flag and the fatigues. But she could wait until he was ready to tell her.
The rasp of a zipper echoed through the room, and she was just about to turn when his fingers brushed across her hip. She jumped. Damn, she hadn’t heard him move.
He chuckled, his warm breath skirting across her shoulder. “Easy. I didn’t mean to startle you. Guess I’m just used to being silent.”
“Not a bad trait, unless you’re standing in the basement of a deserted building waiting for a ghost to jump out and yell ‘boo’.”
“Point taken.” He kissed the base of her neck. “Open your legs wider for me.”
A tap to her hip followed the raspy command, making a new pool of moisture coat her cleft. God, his voice. There was no doubt he enjoyed being in charge, and she couldn’t help but wonder how far he’d take it.
He tapped her hip again, slightly harder. “Are you challenging me?”
She shook her head, certain her voice would crack if she spoke. That, or it’d sound husky and raw, betraying the fact she found his order just a bit too arousing.
Annie took a deep breath, slowly moving her feet apart until there were as wide as her shoulders. He nudged her side. She huffed, but inched them slightly farther, wondering what he had planned when a light smack landed on her ass.
She snapped her head around, staring at him over her shoulder. “What was that for?”
“For making me ask three times.” He held up a finger, silencing any protest. “Are you denying it?”
She tilted her head, studying him when it hit her. This wasn’t merely about a playing some roles. It was about trust. The man was trained. She hadn’t missed the subtle comment Avery had made earlier—how Dylan could be deemed a lethal weapon in his own right—and she knew if Dylan had any intentions of hurting her, he would have done so from the start. While he came across as tough, fierce, it was no different than this game. A role he played to keep his demons at bay. To keep those he cared about alive.
Calm settled over her. The fact he wanted to play, that he was seeking her trust, meant she’d broken through the first few layers of his defense, and this was the test. If she cried foul, he’d most likely retreat in on himself again.
She gave him her best provocative smile, loving how her body clamored for more of his play. Already her nipples had beaded into tight peaks, and she could just catch the light scent of her arousal in the air.
“I don’t deny it. But I enjoy being in control, as well. So don’t think you’ll always get your way.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. And it’s good to know.”
She frowned. “Excuse me?”
He leaned in, molding his chest to her back. “That this turns you on so much you’re practically coming. Don’t think I can’t smell your excitement. Which reminds me…”
The hand on her hips disappeared, only to reappear at the top of her mound, a soft cloth pressed against her skin. She jumped at the wet feel of it, relaxing as he drew it through her slit, thoroughly cleaning away the evidence of their first encounter.
“Guess the Boy Scouts were right…it’s wise to be prepared and carry a bottle of water with you at all times.” His tongue licked a path along her skin, ending in a kiss at the side of her neck. “Better?”
“Much.” God, every word sounded more desperate than the last, and she nearly groaned when her pussy clenched as he drew the cloth back.
“Damn. You are dangerous.” He moved in behind her again, his cock resting between her buttocks as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “You’re so small and yet so strong. It’s been a long time since someone got the better of me. Kneeing me in the groin…that was impressive.”
She watched him over her shoulder. “You still caught me.”
Something flashed in his eyes as he sighed, brushing his lips across the back of her shoulder. “I’m sure as hell trying.” He glanced away for a moment, and the emotion was gone when his gaze returned. He inhaled, looking down her body. “So pretty.”
His fingers danced along her skin, moving from her hips to the vee of her mound. She followed his movement, hissing out her breath when one hand opened her silky lips, exposing the hood of her clit. It fluttered in the cool air, and he groaned against her ear, using his other hand to circle it.
Her body tensed, the intimate touch coiling desire tight in her belly. He grinned against her skin, sliding his finger through her slit, teasing her with a hint of penetration.
“So fucking wet. God I love that. Now be a good girl, and stay still.”
He moved back, and she bit back a pang of disappointment at his desertion. But he quickly returned, kneeling in front of her as his hands caressed her thighs.
He moved them down, using his thumbs to bare her to his gaze. “You smell so good.” He dipped his head forward, swiping his tongue through her folds. “And you taste even better. Get comfortable, honey. This could take some time.”
She wanted to protest, but she couldn’t make the words form on her tongue. He looked up at her between her breasts, giving her a cocky wink, before wedging his head between her thighs and sucking her clit into his mouth. Lights flickered through her vision, threatening to drop her to the ground. She lowered her hands, anchoring them in his hair as he teased her clit, nipping and sucking as the knotted bundle of nerves. Pleasure arced through her body, spiraling outward in an ever-increasing circle as he probed her sex with his fingers, finally sinking two inside her.
“Yes. God. More.”
He chuckled at her request, the tiny vibrations adding another layer of sensation. She splayed her thighs slightly wider, wanting him to exert more pressure. If he’d only make a few more passes, she’d explode.
He tsked her as he drew back, keeping her suspended on the edge. “Now, honey. I’m no mind reader, but damn, even I can tell how desperate you are to come. But surely you don’t want it to be over yet?”
“Not over. Just another turn.”
He looked up at her, his mouth glistening with her juice, his eyes black against his skin. He shook his head, still easing his fingers in and out of her hole. “Damn, I love the way you reason. Fine. You win this round.”
He moved back to her pussy, licking and sucking as he pumped her sex, building the pressure growing inside her. She felt full. Overfull as if her impending release expanded outward, threatening to burst through her groin. Her head tilted back, the air too heavy to breathe. Her fingers clenched around his hair, holding his head firm as heat rolled through her body. The muscles in her stomach tensed, contracting in sequence as her orgasm flared and held, keeping her suspended on the edge.
Annie groaned in desperation. So close but so damn far. She panted out her breath, not sure what she needed when Dylan ran his finger along the cleft of her ass, sinking one cream-coated finger inside her puckered opening.
She broke, the combined sensation of his mouth on her clit, and his fingers in her sex and ass more than she could handle. Her body convulsed around his mouth, her thighs trembling with induced fatigue. She thought she moaned his name, but it was lost in the pounding of her heart in her head. Her vision blurred then faded, and she didn’t realize she’d collapsed until she felt the warm press of his chest against her side as he caught her, lifting her into his arms.
Her head lolled against his shoulder as he carried her across the room, gently laying her across the blanket. Soft cotton brushed against her skin as he positioned her in the middle, rising over her as he gathered her in his arms, slipping them beneath her shoulders as his hips wedged between her thighs. She used what little strength she had to pull him closer, peppering frantic kisses along his jaw. Her body was wired, despite the almost numbing orgasm, her muscles quivering in burning need.
“Easy, Annie. I’ve got you.”
She forced her eyelids open, needing to see his face as he shifted slightly, caressing her pussy with the head of his cock.
“God, yes. Dylan, I need…”
You.
The word stuck on her tongue, the honesty of it soul deep. It held more weight than this one act, and she knew once he’d loved her, she’d never be the same. Never feel this safe, this connected to anyone.
Dylan lowered his body, covering hers as he nuzzled her nose, making her look at him. Understanding shone in his eyes, and he leaned in, gently taking her lips in his. Her eyes misted at the tenderness in his touch, and she had to blink back tears when he eased up.
He whispered her name as he slowly thrust forward, sinking his shaft inside her, inch by glorious inch. Her channel contracted, fighting to take his width as he continued to push into her until he was fully seated.
His breath washed over her shoulder. “So tight. You’re amazing.” He kissed her again. Deeper. Harder.
She arched against him, wanting every part of her body to be touching his. He slid one hand lower, keeping her groin pressed to his as he began a steady but slow rhythm, claiming her channel then easing out, leaving only the plum-shaped head inside her. She squeezed her thighs tight around his back, keeping him close as he moved along her body, possessing her in a way she never dreamed possible.
His harsh grunt had her clenching around him, another release building in her core. She pressed her head into the blanket, using her legs to meet each thrust, knowing it was only a matter of time before he upped his pace, taking her like he had against the wall.
Dylan seemed to read her mind, his hips slamming harder into hers as he rose onto his elbows, broadcasting his intentions. She nodded, gripping his arms, loving the feel of his muscles as they flexed beneath her touch.
He gave her three more controlled passes before leaning his head back, the cords in his neck straining as he gritted his teeth and let loose. His motion blurred, his massive form obscuring the view beyond his shoulder. She held on, striving toward release as he pounded into her, making her breasts shimmy with each punishing stroke. Fire laced through her veins, consuming every inch of her skin as her pussy spasmed, teetering on the edge.