by Lora Leigh
“We’ll discuss these later,” he told her softly.
She stared over his shoulder, her face pale now. He knew shame when he saw it, knew the fear in a woman’s face when she thought something about herself was unattractive.
Watching her, he lowered his head, letting his tongue follow first one faint line, then another.
At the first touch, she flinched. At the second, he felt her forcing herself not to respond. By the time he reached the sixth, her eyes were closed, fists clenched at her sides as she fought to hold on to the arousal and the control.
“Do you think those faint little lines are going to get you out of this, Sair?” He reared up on his knees, pulling her up, dragging the dress over her hips before pulling it over her head.
Surprised, she lifted her arms, staring up at him as he pushed her back to the bed.
“Hell. God have mercy,” he groaned, sliding from the bed.
He pulled her sandals off her feet, but left the little toe ring she wore. He toed off his boots and shed his jeans so fast it was a wonder he hadn’t scraped his dick with the zipper.
Fuck. His hands were shaking.
She was spread out before him like the sexiest little feminine banquet he had ever laid his eyes on. Gold rings pierced her nipples. Little rings that circled the tight, hard buds. Tightening around them.
“Oh, I bet that feels good.” He leaned over her, watching her eyes dilate as he lowered his head and licked over first one tight bud, then the other.
Sarah jerked, cried out. She felt the sensation clear to her womb, white-hot ribbons of pleasure striking at her, convulsing her lower stomach.
The gold rings that surrounded her nipples had never felt so good. Just the slightest pressure around the hard points. The rasp of his tongue over them. It was the most pleasure she had ever known.
Then, he covered a tip, sucked it into his mouth. Sensation slammed to her womb, arched her, convulsed her stomach. Her eyes went wide, and her fingers, almost of their own volition, rose until her nails were digging into his shoulders.
“There you go, Sair.” He breathed a rough breath over her nipple. “Enjoy me, baby. I fully intend to enjoy you.”
The rough sexiness of his voice destroyed her. Washed over her. Filled her senses and in the haze she forgot to be self-conscious. She forgot about the scars. Forgot about the past. All she knew was this. The man. The touch. And finally, the pleasure.
“Oh. Yes.” The words escaped her lips, escaped her soul as she felt his fingers touch her between her thighs now.
Her clit was swollen as it had never been before. The little metal ball of the piercing pressed against it, creating an incredible friction.
He wasn’t in a hurry. And she wished he was. She wished she could finally touch the ecstasy that always managed to stay just out of reach.
“Please,” she whispered as his lips moved to her other nipple, sucked it in, drew on it.
Her skin was so sensitive. Each brush of his flesh against hers was killing her. She needed him.
“Ethan, I hurt,” she panted, her head tossing, lost in the pleasure. “Oh God. I need you so bad it hurts.”
Cooper almost froze. No one called him Ethan. Not since he was a boy. They called him Cooper. He was Cooper. Even his lovers called him Cooper. Until Sair.
Until today.
His head lifted. Her eyes were dark, her face damp, with perspiration? He lifted his hand, his thumb stroking beneath her eye. Tears.
“Sair?” he whispered.
“Oh God, Ethan, I need to come.” She was trembling beneath him. “I can’t come. No matter what I do. No matter how hard I try. Please. Please. Make it stop.”
“Why haven’t you found yourself a man before now, Sair?” He touched the saturated, slick folds of her pussy. She was hot. So incredibly hot. Her flesh swollen, the extent of her need telling him how long she had held back. Years. She was a woman who needed touch, yet she hadn’t been touched. She hadn’t been held. And he wanted to know why.
She stared up at him. “I would have.”
“Why didn’t you?”
Her lower lip trembled. “I saw you.”
Cooper swore his cock swelled thicker, harder. Two years. He had met her the day she looked at the house. And he’d seen her eyes. The shy interest, that little hint of “want to?”
“Why me?”
He moved between her thighs. She was too hot. Too ready. For whatever reason, for him. Hell, his ego was as swollen as his dick now. No woman had ever waited for Cooper.
“Make me feel it,” she whispered then, staring up at him, her gaze tortured, her eyes dark. “All of it, Ethan. I want to feel all of you.”
She was twisting beneath him, her little nails digging into his biceps now. She was going to blow off his head if he didn’t do something now.
He gripped her wrists and slammed them to the bed. Held her there. She arched, moaned.
“Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you?”
And he liked it. But he’d be damned if he’d ever seen a sweet little thing like Sarah go for it so easily. The restraint, the wild need clawing between them now.
Hell, how had this happened so fast?
He pushed the head of his cock against the folds of her pussy. Sweet heaven and God have mercy on his soul. Hot. Like silk, like syrup coating the head of his cock.
He blinked sweat out of his eyes. Hell, he himself had never gotten this hot this fast. What the fuck was she doing to him?
He pressed his hips closer, gritted his teeth as he felt the engorged crown of his cock press to the tiny opening of her vagina, felt the piercing tug at his cock with relentless pleasure. She was little. He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t small. A fucking bruiser. Dammit, she needed someone gentle.
The piercing beneath the head of his cock lodged into the tender flesh, stroking her and him, and knotting his balls with pleasure.
Then he watched her breath catch, her nipples darken and harden impossibly as he all but shoved the thick crest just past the entrance to her pussy.
He gritted his teeth, watched her eyes.
“Ethan. More.” A breath of sound. A flush of deepening arousal. Her breath catching.
Fuck. She said she’d have a short fuse, he just hadn’t believed her.
Leaning over her, he grinned. The best he could do.
“You’re not gonna last long, are you, baby?”
Her pussy was clenching, tightening, spasming around his cock head. Fuck. How long, was he going to last?
She was breathing hard, her eyes dilated until only a thin ring of pale blue color remained.
Oh, he knew what his little Sair needed. Right there, in that instant. Because it was his greatest fucking fantasy. Pushing in hard and deep, first stroke, and feeling his lover come from the excitement of his touch.
Every man’s fantasy. His, for damned sure. A pussy so tight it was like a fist knotted around him, flexing and milking, coming and vibrating around him because she wanted him so damned much.
“Sair,” he groaned her name. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
It was the first time in his life he had ever cursed the size of his dick. Which wasn’t enormous. She was just so fucking tight.
Her lips parted. “This kind of hurt, I’ll survive.” She lifted, tightened, and for the first time in Cooper’s life, he lost his cool with a woman. Lost his control. He lost everything but that last fragile thread of sanity that helped him pull back on his strength.
But not his dick.
He pushed into her. One hard stroke, pushing past slick, slick tissue, gripping muscle, powering into her until she screamed his name and he felt her coming around him.
Milking him. Flexing around him.
Ah, fuck. He buried in full length and son of a bitch, he was fucking coming. Pouring into her. Spurting hard and heavy without the benefit of latex, and dying with each hard flex and jet of the semen erupting from his cock.
And she was still vibrating around him, arc
hed into him. Her clit grinding into his pelvis, her body shuddering, jerking, her eyes dazed.
Little Sair had just come apart in his arms like no other woman had ever dared. And Cooper had a feeling he might have just lost a little piece of his heart. Not to mention his sanity. Because he knew he’d forgotten the latex, and son of a bitch, he was starting to wonder if he cared.
chapter 5
“i didn’t use a fucking condom.” Ethan fell to his back, but he dragged her to him, draped her over his chest, and forced her to stare at him.
He should have just let her lay against him, because the look on her face was dangerous to a man who had held on to his heart for so long.
Or had he? Hell. He was starting to feel the fucking noose and it felt comfortable.
“I’m protected.” A frown flitted across his brow as she lowered her lips to kiss him, and his fingers tangled in her hair to hold her back.
“How do you know I’m safe?” He narrowed his eyes back at her.
There came the dimple. A little shy. A whole lot too damned sexy.
“Your friends used to talk when I’d drop off the food while you were recovering,” she admitted. “Really, Ethan. You’re like a condom fanatic.”
He had been.
He let her lower her lips to his. Damned if he could help it.
“I didn’t get to go down on you,” he growled, pulling at her hair with one hand as the hand around her neck held her to him. “You need to pay for that.”
He made her pay, with her mouth. Her lips, her tongue, a kiss so deep he felt it in his balls. Hell! He needed to get away from her. She was fucking dangerous. She was stealing every fantasy he had of a woman, as though she could see inside his head and knew how to give him exactly what he needed.
Her lips were eager, her moans washing over him. Her lithe, incredible little body stroked him from breast to ankle, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t harder than he was when he took her minutes before.
“I want to touch you.”
He let her pull back. His head dug into the pillows when her lips moved to his jaw, his neck. She might be inexperienced, and hell yes he knew she was. He felt what he had pushed past on that first stroke. She’d been a bit wrong about that hymen. It had been weak, easy to break, but it had been there.
Now, his adventurous little virgin was running her lips over his neck, his chest. Her lips covered the flat discs of his nipples, one at a time, sucked and licked and, fuck him, burned him alive.
Then she was going down. Licking. Kissing. The closer she got to the thick shaft of his cock, the more he felt her distress. Her need. She wanted to go down on him. He could feel it, or hell, maybe he just wanted it that damned bad.
She paused, her breath washing over the head of his cock as she lifted her eyes to him.
“Help me,” she breathed, her breathing hard and rough now, the need in her eyes brushing him with heat.
“Oh baby,” he growled, pushing up on the pillows, reclining back. “Just love it with your mouth. A dick is pretty damned easy to please. Suck it, lick it, let it know it’s loved, and it will perform all night for you.”
That little dimple again. It flashed at her cheek.
“I love it a lot,” she breathed, dipped her head, and licked over the heavy crown. “A whole lot, Ethan.”
God, help him. She made love to his cock. With a little encouragement here and there, and a whole lot of gut-torn moans from him. He was tortured. Paying for his sins in the worst way.
This sweet little virgin was sucking his soul out of the head of his cock and he was loving every second of it.
“Yeah, baby, suck it deep.” His hands bunched in the long corkscrew curls of her hair. “Christ. Yeah. Suck it like that.” She tucked the head against the roof of her mouth, worked her tongue beneath it, played with the curved ball that pierced the foreskin, as he told her, and he almost lost it.
Her hands stroked, caressed. She knew the rudiments, and what she knew, she learned how to work. She loved his cock like chocolate, and he was dying from it. She licked, sucked, moaned around it. She played with the piercing beneath the head the same way he wanted to play with hers. With torturous pleasure. Until he knew, one more touch and he was going to lose it. He was going to fill her mouth when he wanted nothing more than to fill her hot little pussy again.
He lifted her away from him, pushing her back on the bed despite her erotic struggles. She was panting, breathing heavily. And when he jerked her hips forward and laid his lips to her clit, she froze.
She tasted of sweet hot woman, and himself. He wasn’t a man who normally got into the taste of himself on a woman, but with this woman, hell, however he could get his lips on that hard little clit, he was all for it.
And the taste of them together—damn, it shouldn’t be exciting. It shouldn’t make his dick harder. But it did. And the feel of her response ripped through his senses.
Sarah bent her knees, unashamedly parting her thighs and allowing Ethan access to her intimate flesh. What he was doing was threatening to destroy her. He was playing with the little ball at the end of the curved metal piercing the hood of her clit, rolling his tongue over it, stroking it against the little bundle of nerves.
Sarah found herself so lost in the pleasure, the spiraling, the incredible hot sensations, that she could do nothing more than writhe and moan beneath him.
It was so good. Better than her dreams.
He was rolling the hard little gold ball against his tongue and stroking her clit at the same time. He sucked both into his mouth, laved around them. Sensations piled inside her. Her heart raced. Blood thundered through her veins. She felt herself—inside and out—twisting with hot licks of such incredible pleasure that she could only cry out against it.
“Easy does it, baby.” Callused hands gripped her hips, held her in place against the bed. “Just let it feel good, Sair. That’s my girl.” He kissed her. Kissed her clit. Flicked his tongue over it. “So damned pretty. Just let me play a minute and then you can come all over me, baby. Just a minute.”
She didn’t want to wait a minute. Sarah whimpered out against the pleasure, her hands threading into his hair, pulling at it, trying to drag him closer.
“Come on, Sair,” he whispered devilishly. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come.” Her head thrashed on the bed.
“Tell me how to make you come, baby. Come on, tell Cooper how to make you feel good.”
“Ethan,” she panted, a protest and a cry of need. “Oh God, Ethan, suck my clit. Suck it. Let me come.”
He sucked, he lapped, but he only threw her higher, made the pleasure hotter, brighter, the need like jagged forks of electricity racing over her flesh. His tongue played with the little ring and gold ball piercing her clit. He sucked and loved it.
He teased her. Tormented her. Left her sweating, pleading, and when he began to suckle her, firmly, rapidly, his tongue playing over the little gold ball above her clit, she exploded.
She flew. She felt herself melt and went willingly into the rainbow of explosive, torrential heat.
The hard thrust of his cock inside her, the feel of his cock ring stroking her flesh, dragging over it, left her shaking, arching. Crying. And sent another orgasm crashing through her.
“Yes!”
“Fuck, Sair.” He dragged her closer as he knelt over her, his hips thrusting.
The pleasure-pain. The stretching burn. The exacting, incredible ecstasy of this. How had she waited? How had she stood back from him for so long, knowing instinctively, to her soul, what being with him would mean?
Her arms wrapped around his neck, her nails bit into his flesh. She lifted and raised, cried his name, and then felt herself unraveling again.
It was too much. The pleasure. It was like dying inside and being reborn. It was like being filled with life.
Above her, inside her, she felt Ethan’s release. Deep, hard spurts of his semen filling her and her breath caught at the realization that
once again, he hadn’t worn a condom. Hadn’t one of his friends laughingly said that all his women complained because no matter how protected or safe they were, Ethan always wore latex?
Until her.
Until now.
“Oh God! You just sucked the life out of me.” He collapsed beside her and once again dragged her across his chest. “Go to sleep, you little wildcat. I’ll feed us later. We’ll have to eat before I can giddyap and go again.”
His hands were on her back. Stroking her, easing her. He was holding her. Sarah let her lashes drift closed; she let the weariness set in. Just for a minute, she told herself. She would get up in a minute. Because she didn’t want to wake up in his arms, screaming in pain.
Sometimes, the nightmares were as brutal as the past itself had been.
* * *
“What did you find out?”
Cooper stood on the deck, cell phone in hand, a bottle of beer in the other as he watched the kitchen. Evening was darkening over the house, and Sarah was still sleeping. And Cooper wanted answers.
“You’re not gonna believe this shit,” Jake, his bartender, stated in surprise. “Man, when I finally tracked that little girl down and cut through all the bullshit, I ’bout flipped my wig.”
“Fine, now flip mine,” Cooper ordered him.
Jake sighed. Cooper could almost see him running his hand over his bald head as he sat back in the leather chair of the office of the bar.
“Remember that Italian mafia guy? Oh, ’bout eight years ago. Suddenly turned himself over to the Italian authorities, spilled his guts and his evidence on all the families, which caused that split through the crime families?”
“Fredrico or something like that,” Cooper nodded.
“Well, man, get a load of this. What the news services didn’t get an earful of is what I found out when I contacted a few friends over there at the embassy. Seems ole Giovanni Fredrico, alias Gio the Giant, had a pretty little sixteen-year-old daughter who was kidnapped when she slipped out to meet with a rival’s son. She was taken, held for Gio’s good behavior as they set through Italy killing off some of his strongest allies. Each time good old Gio tried to get back his baby girl, they sent him a video. A video of this tiny little teenager held down, naked from the waist up, a razor blade slicing across her breasts. The old man was going insane. Turned to the authorities. Promised them everything, but they had to get his daughter, like pronto.”