Claimed by a Stranger (Craved Series #2)

by Kelly, Hazel

  I smiled. “Nothing a second mortgage can’t cover.”

  Her lips curled up at the edges. “Well in that case, I won’t worry about it.”

  “Good,” I said, walking over to the canopied lounger beside the bucket of beer and sitting down.

  “Jack?” she asked, following me.

  “Yes?”

  “Do you have plans tomorrow afternoon?” she asked.

  I slipped my shoes off and scooted to the back of the lounger so I could lean against the pillows under the canopy. “Besides drinking banana smoothies?”

  “Yeah.” She slipped her sandals off and made her way to the back of the lounger.

  The sight of her walking towards me on her knees was enough to make my mouth water. “Not really. Why do you ask?”

  “The hotel gave me a free voucher for a couple’s massage to apologize for the fact that I had to fend for myself- or rather, that you had to fend for me- when I got hurt.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “And I was wondering if you’d be interested in going with me.”

  “Will Megan mind?”

  “No,” she said. “Megan doesn’t really like to be touched by strangers.”

  I raised my eyebrows.

  “Not like that anyway.”

  “That sounds great,” I said. “I’d love to join you.”

  “How’s eleven sound?”

  “Perfect. Thanks for thinking of me.”

  “No problem,” she said. “To be honest, I’ve been having a hard time thinking of anything else.”

  I looked at her and then at her beer. “Finish that.”

  “What?” she asked. “Like right this second?”

  “Yeah,” I said, downing the rest of my own.

  “What for?”

  “Cause you’re going to need your hands in a second.”

  She drained the rest of her beer, keeping one eye on me the whole time.

  When she was done, I took the bottle from her and scooted forward so I could put the empties back in the bucket.

  “What am I going to need my hands for?”

  I stood up and looked at her. She was so fucking gorgeous. And the way her curves looked as she laid back on the lounger was something else. I had to have her. I couldn’t wait one more second.

  “Well?” she asked, lifting her palms. “What do I need them for?”

  “You need them to hold on,” I said, grabbing her ankles and pulling her forward until she was flat on her back under the lounger’s canopy.

  Without wasting a moment, I crawled over her, pushed her hair out of her face, and kissed her like it was the last time I would ever kiss anybody.

  Chapter 12: Audrey

  The weight of his body on mine filled me with desire, and he kissed me like no one ever had before, like he was going to kiss me forever.

  I could feel how bad he wanted me as he lowered his hips against mine, letting me feel how rock solid he was already, just from kissing me.

  I dug my fingertips into the cushion below, sinking further and further into it as he lowered his body down on me.

  And then he pulled away and rose to his knees, pulling his shirt off as he knelt over me.

  My eyes followed his rippling abs up to his face. I couldn’t believe a man that sexy had me pinned between his knees, his raging hard-on poised over my stomach.

  “Audrey, Audrey, Audrey,” Jack said as he looked down at me.

  “Jack, Jack, Jack,” I said smiling, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath.

  “I like the sound of my name in your mouth.”

  “Me too,” I said. “I mean, the sound of my name in your mouth that is.” Maybe I shouldn’t try to talk sexy. Maybe I should just leave that to him.

  He smiled and sank down a little so his cock was pressed right up against my pussy, keeping his eyes on me like he was thinking about fucking me right then. He felt so hard I was surprised he didn’t tear right through both our clothes, and I was starting to ache all over with how bad I wanted him inside me- how bad I needed him there.

  He leaned back over my body, his torso and shoulders as mesmerizing as the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel… and not nearly as uncomfortable to look at.

  “I’m glad you like it when I say your name,” he said. “But I won’t be able to say it for a while.”

  I furrowed my brow at him, pinned down by all three of his arms. “Why’s that?”

  “Because my mouth will be too full,” he said with a devilish flash in his eye.

  I swallowed.

  “Put your arms up.”

  I did as I was told.

  He wrapped his thick fingers around the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head before tossing it to the side near his.

  Then he feasted his eyes on my bra and clenched his jaw. “God you are all woman,” he said, running his hands down my arms slowly from my wrists to my elbows to the mounds of my breasts.

  I couldn’t have answered him for anything. I was too hypnotized by the way he was looking at me, like I was mouthwatering and he fully intended to overeat.

  He laid down on me, pinning my wrists above my head and placing his mouth on my neck, sucking my thin skin through his lips as his five o’clock shadow sent tingles through my body.

  I exhaled a shallow breath as his hard chest crushed against my soft one, making me feel so feminine I almost felt like prey.

  And it was exhilarating, being held beneath a millionaire in a secret location where no one would hear me scream while every part of my body was telling me I was going to have to very soon.

  He moved his head to my heaving chest, and I felt the warm tip of his wet tongue along the top edge of my bra, so close to my nipple and yet painfully far away. I watched his head rise and fall as he moved to my other breast.

  “Is this the part where I beg?” I breathed.

  He raised his head and looked at me. “No. But if you want to start practicing, be my guest.”

  I didn’t know if I could handle the speed of his seduction. He didn’t have to do this, to take it so slow. I was sopping wet with my need for him and he hadn’t even taken off my bra. I was worried if he didn’t hurry up, I might burst into tears from my pent up sexual energy.

  And then his hot breath was on my ear. “Arch your back.”

  I lifted my chest as best I could considering his hand was still pinning down my wrists.

  He reached around me and undid my multi-hooked bra strap in one swift motion. “It won’t be the last time you do that for me,” he said, releasing my wrists. “Now take it off.”

  He sat up and watched me as I pursed my lips and slipped my arms through my bra straps.

  With his eyes still on me, he grabbed my breasts with both hands and squeezed them. Then he lowered himself back down and took one of my nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue around it like a flame. He rolled the other in his fingertips before pinching it too hard, the sharpness of it shocking my body.

  I didn’t know whether to moan or yelp. The contrast of the two sensations as he groped me was overwhelming. And just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt one of his hands slide in the top of my pants and go straight to the heat between my legs.

  “You’re so wet,” he said, releasing my nipple from between his teeth.

  I didn’t know what to say or where to look.

  “Why didn’t you tell me you were so wet?”

  I attempted a shrug.

  His eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “That’s not the kind of secret you should keep from me.”

  He kept his eyes on my face as he slipped his fingers in the front of my underwear and pressed them against my hot clit. Then he shook his head like he’d just eaten something delicious.

  “What to do about this..” he said, moving his fingers in gentle circles, watching my face as he warmed me up.

  “Is it time?” I asked under my breath.

  “No.” He smiled. “But I can see now that you’re hurting.”
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  “So bad,” I said. “Not having you hurts so bad.”

  “Let’s get one thing clear,” he said, positioning his fingertips over my opening. “I’m the one that’s having you.” And then he thrust his fingers deep inside me.

  My eyelids fluttered as he pushed his way in, my lips falling open as I squeezed around him.

  “Fuck me,” he said, letting his fingers dive even deeper. “You’re so tight.”

  Every churn of his fingers sent waves through my body, each one hotter than the next.

  “I can’t wait to slip inside you,” he said, finger fucking me until my arms writhed against the pillows.

  “Please,” I said. “Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please fuck me now,” I said. “I need you to fuck me.”

  He removed his fingers, leaving me horribly empty and hornier than hell and grabbed the top of my pants with both hands. Then he pulled them off me, leaving me lay right where I was.

  I leaned up on my elbows.

  I was completely naked on a rooftop bar in Thailand, and a sexy man I just met was lowering his head between my legs.

  I wanted to ask him what he was doing, but I wasn’t an idiot. It just hadn’t occurred to me that he would fuck me like that. And then I remembered what he’d said about saying my name and his mouth being full and it all made sense.

  I craned my neck up so I could see him.

  He kept his eyes on me as he pushed my legs apart. “Relax,” he said, wrapping his hands around the back of my thighs and digging his fingers into my flesh.

  Then he pressed his warm tongue against my pussy, and I melted.

  Chapter 13: Jack

  Her pussy was fucking gorgeous.

  And I couldn’t believe how wet she was. If I’d known, I’m not sure I would’ve been able to take my time lingering over her voluptuous tits like that.

  Not that I regretted it. Her body was heaven, soft in all the right places and begging to be explored.

  She shuddered when I laid my tongue against her, the heat from her pussy almost burning me as I flicked her clit gently.

  “Jesus, Jack,” she panted. “Is it time now?”

  I didn’t answer her verbally. Instead, I stuck my tongue out and shook my head back and forth.

  “Please,” she moaned. “I’m begging you.”

  I stuck my tongue inside her and her pussy closed around it.

  She was so tight- almost impossibly tight- and the pressure in my dick was painful at that point. But I wanted her dripping, needed her hot enough to take me. Because whoever she’d been fucking lately, they hadn’t sized her up for me.

  And I didn’t want it to hurt too bad. I knew it would hurt a little. It always did. But I lived for that, the look in a woman’s eyes when she discovered how thick I was, the fearful expression on her face as she realized I wasn’t all the way in and braced herself for more.

  I couldn’t wait to see that look in Audrey’s eyes, to watch her face as I filled her with everything I had, burying myself to the fucking hilt.

  But first I needed to make her buck against my face like an animal so I could satisfy the thirst I had for her sweetness.

  I wanted her to fill my mouth with her silky juices until she was spent and dripping down my tongue. And then I would fill her up, bringing her back to life with my own energy until she dug her fingers into my back and screamed for pleasure that wouldn’t stop coming.

  I looked up over her gorgeous curves as I lapped at her honeyed snatch. Her arms were above her head and her eyes were closed. I could see her hardened nipples, standing erect as my cock as I darted my tongue in and out of her. Then I moved my tongue to her clit and stuck my fingers inside her.

  She groaned her loudest groan yet, and I knew I had her. She couldn’t control herself anymore. She was mine to take, mine to bring to the edge.

  I could feel her clit buzzing against my tongue as her pussy choked my fingers.

  Then she flung her hands out to her sides and sank her nails into the cushion beneath her. “Jack,” she panted. “I’m going to come.”

  A moment later, her back arched, her tits moving towards the sky as I pulled my fingers from her and covered her with my mouth, sticking my tongue inside her so I could funnel her come past my lips.

  Her whimpers were high pitched and breathy as I drank from her, her legs tensing in my hands, and each time I knocked her clit with my lips she shook again like I was shocking her.

  And she tasted so good. Better than a banana milkshake, better than pineapple, as sweet and light as fucking sunshine itself. And I felt so lucky to be the guy with my tongue buried inside her.

  Finally, her legs relaxed in my hands, and I lapped at her for the last time before wiping my mouth on the inside of her thigh.

  “Jesus, Jack,” she said, lifting her head. “That was- that was-”

  “Only the beginning,” I said, standing at the end of the lounger with my hand on my belt.

  “Oh god,” she said, her head falling back on the cushion.

  “He can’t help you now,” I said, unzipping my pants.

  She raised her head at the sound of my zipper and stared shamelessly at my crotch.

  I pulled my pants down with my boxers in one go and stood up.

  “Fuck me,” she said when she saw my dick.

  “I fully intend to,” I said, kneeling back onto the cushion.

  I was tempted to plunge myself into her, especially knowing how hot and wet she was down there, but her eyes on my dick were doing things to me that I couldn’t resist.

  I walked forward on my knees until I was straddling her and put my hand around my dick, stroking myself while she watched, my eyes on her parted lips.

  “You’re huge,” she said, reaching for me. “I’ve never seen anything so-”

  I watched as she wrapped her hand around me with wide eyes. Then she spread her fingers and ran her palm up the underside of my dick like she’d never seen one before, like it was a fucking unicorn’s horn.

  “I don’t know if you’ll fit,” she said, her other hand cupping my balls.

  I raised my eyebrows. “There’s only one way to find out.”

  She sank her fingers into my balls, the pleasure ripping through me until I was almost afraid I might lose control of the situation.

  “I’m not done having you, Audrey,” I said, eyeing her fingers as she wrapped them around my head.

  She swallowed, stroking my shaft just hard enough that she was fucking making me crazy but not nearly as hard as I was going to make her pussy stroke it.

  “You tasted good,” I said. “Fucking great actually. But as you can see, I have a bit of a situation here,” I said, nodding towards my cock.

  “We,” she said. “We have a situation.”

  “What are you going to do about it?”

  She licked her lips. “I’m going to beg you to fuck me.”

  I smiled, watching her grip tighten with her growing excitement.

  “Go on,” I said, swelling in her hands.

  “And I’m not going to stop until you put me out of my misery.”

  I narrowed my eyes at her.

  “Cause if I don’t feel every inch of you inside me I’m going to go crazy.”

  I clenched my jaw.

  “Because I’ve never needed to get fucked so bad by anyone.”

  I smiled.

  “And I don’t care if you tear me open,” she said. “All I care is that you come as hard as I just did.”

  I put a hand on her cheek. “You’re pretty good at this,” I said. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you liked begging for it.”

  She blushed.

  “Or maybe you’re just trying to make the best of the situation cause you know there’s no way you’re leaving here without getting fucked.”

  Her face looked pained as she whispered. “Please, Jack. Give it to me.”

  I took two steps backwards on my knees, watching her hands drop from
me and her breath grow shallow.

  Then I grabbed my dick and pressed my head against her pussy.

  She tilted her hips up to welcome me.

  “You really want it, huh?” I asked, rubbing her clit with the tip.

  “Every inch.”

  I pushed my head in and she tightened around me so hard I thought she might squeeze me right out, but I pushed in a little further.

  Then I let my hands fall forwards at her sides, keeping my eyes on hers, waiting for that moment of surprise. “Tell me if it hurts,” I said, driving my hips in a little more.

  She bit her bottom lip.

  I sank deeper inside her and her mouth opened again.

  “Give it to me, Jack,” she said. “I can take it.”

  She was too tight and wet for me to ignore the invitation so I plunged into her until she gasped and closed her eyes, her pussy strangling the base of my dick.

  I began to rock my hips, massaging every inch of her nice and slow until she opened her eyes again, revealing something that almost looked like fear.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, maintaining the rhythmic movement of my hips.

  She parted her lips and nodded. “Just take it slow,” she said. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”

  I buried myself in her as deep as I could, grinding my hips against her.

  She wrapped her hands around my wrists on both sides of her head and squeezed them hard, anchoring my hands to the cushion.

  Then I sped up slowly, and when I saw that she could take it, I sped up a little more. Soon I was fucking her so hard that my balls were slapping against her and her tits were bouncing with my every thrust.

  “I’m gonna come,” I said, looking her in the eyes.

  And she smiled the sexiest fucking smile I’d ever seen in my goddamn life.

  And then I sank balls deep inside her and held myself there as I pumped her full of my lust for her, relishing the feeling of her body squeezed around me.