by Em Petrova
He waited for some sign that he should go on, that she accepted this dirty side of him and wanted to continue.
She slid her hands inside his shirt, skimming warm fingers over his skin. She found his nipples and tweaked them hard.
A harsh groan issued from him. “Amaryllis, say the word now if you want to stop. Because once I start, I’m not sure I can.”
She leaned upward, her lips brushing his. “I want you,” she whispered.
With need raging through his system, he tore off her clothes. She unbuckled his belt and jeans and got as far as easing her hand inside his boxers. He gripped her wrist, stopping her.
“I’ll tell you when you can touch me.”
Her eyelids fluttered. “I want to taste you.”
Gulping back a growl, he counted to ten. Backward. Once he had some semblance of control, he said, “I’ll feed you my cock as soon as I’ve had my fill of you.” Then ducked his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She bowed off the bed, crying out, her fingers tangled in his hair as he tormented her with hot passes of his tongue. The scent of her arousal flooded him with need, and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold back.
He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same bathing with his tongue. “So fucking beautiful even if you’re a pain in the ass.”
She giggled, and it cut off on a gasp as he ran his tongue down the flat of her stomach toward her pussy. “Such a charmer. I don’t know why I’m letting you touch me this way.”
He lifted his head and pierced her in his gaze. “Because we’re like a cat and dog going at each other. Then at the end of the day, we curl up as friends.”
“Is that what you call… this?” She sucked in sharply when his tongue struck wet honeyed gold. He lapped over her clit and down the seam of her pussy to her opening. Juices soaked his tongue, and he swirled it, lapping them up. Tasting her essence, his cock rock hard, barely harnessed by his underwear. Good thing his fly was open—he would have busted the zipper otherwise.
He burrowed his tongue into her folds, dipping into her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched on him, but he withdrew, teasing her. She yanked his hair, and he rumbled his amusement against her sensitive tissues.
One small heel beat the mattress in frustration. “Roshannon!”
“Aiden to you when I’m between your thighs, Amaryllis. Say it.”
Her eyes shot dark brown sparks. Whether lust or annoyance, he had no idea. With her, it could swing either way. He ran his tongue to her clit again, circling slowly while she moaned, “Aidennnnn.”
* * * * *
She’d lost her damn mind, and she’d never get it back at this rate. He was doing things to her clit with his tongue that no man should ever know how to do. Did men even understand a woman’s body this way? Aiden seemed to.
He licked in small circles and then spread them wider, like rings rippling on a pond. Her pussy squeezed hard, juices sliding down her body. When he sucked her clit into his mouth using strong pulls, she threw her head back and let her first orgasm sweep over her.
Shaking, her belly muscles jumping. Need lashing her like the spanking he promised to give her with his belt. The thought only shot her higher, wringing more contractions out of her.
When he raised his head, she met his stare. His eyes were hazy with passion, and damn if she didn’t want to see him in the same throes of ecstasy she’d just been in.
She grabbed his shoulders and guided him back up. His kiss was wet with her release and he shared her flavors for long seconds. “My turn,” she whispered.
He clutched her wrist and moved her hand over his cock. “Can you take that in your mouth all the way?”
He was big. Maybe not. “I want to.”
“Get on your hands and knees.”
She rolled slowly over, trying to find equilibrium after that mind-shattering orgasm. Wetness leaked down her inner thighs as she assumed the position he’d commanded her to get into.
He moved to his feet at the side of the bed, and never shifting his eyes off her, stripped his clothes off. She watched the way his hands moved, veins snaking down his forearms. His eyes smoldered, and her breath was coming too fast. Dizziness hit her, and she had to slow her breaths to keep from hyperventilating.
He didn’t move toward her, even when she wet her lips invitingly.
He seemed content to stand there looking at her.
“Arch your back for me, doll.”
Dear God, was she seriously taking commands from a man this way? She was a strong woman, and she was letting him treat her like a plaything.
Yet she fucking loved every minute of it.
She arched her back, breasts thrusting up, ass in the air.
“More.”
A shiver ran through her. “Like… this?”
“Good.” That single word wove through her psyche. The praise something she hadn’t known she craved until right this minute. On the surface, Aiden Roshannon was a man who liked to be in control, but she’d never guessed he was like this in the bedroom.
“Now wet your lips. Run your tongue over them.” His gaze locked to her mouth.
Feeling strangely confident under his stare, she did his bidding, teasing him with her movement.
He grunted, and she felt a heady wave of power at how she was affecting him. Her nipples felt so heavy, aching for his touch and the bite of his teeth.
He cupped his balls in one hand and fisted the base of his impressive length with the other. As he stepped up to the bed, knees digging into the mattress, he ran his cock head over her lips. Back and forth, smearing his pre-cum over them.
She stuck out her tongue and lapped at the juices, pulling another rough moan from him. When he eased the tip of his cock into her mouth, she closed her eyes to savor the warm velvety steel on her tongue. He pushed deeper.
“Look at me. I want to see your eyes as I work into your throat.”
Jesus, this was really happening. His dirty talk meshed with her submission sent her whirling with bone-melting desire.
He pushed deeper, gliding on her tongue all the way to the back of her throat. “Angle your head, doll. That’s it.” He edged farther in.
She swallowed on reflex, and he snapped his hands into fists. Was he battling for control? She swore she felt his shaft pulsating, ready to explode. But a man like Aiden wouldn’t let that happen. He’d get everything he wanted from her and then some.
“Now suck.”
She squeezed her thighs together as he fucked in and out of her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks. He closed his eyes and bucked into her for several more strokes before yanking free.
“You’re fucking good at that. Great. Too fucking great.” He clamped the head of his cock in one fist as he placed a knee on the bed. “Keep your ass in the air. Like that, yes. Fuck.”
He was speaking in short, jerky bursts, testimony that he was close to losing it. She reached back and caught his hip, pulling him to her. He moaned as his cock slipped easily into her soaking pussy.
“Fucking hell, you’re so hot and wet.” He sank balls deep.
* * * * *
Sweat dripped down Aiden’s temple as he battled for self-control. He wanted to take it slow, but Amaryllis wasn’t having any of it. She pushed him to the brink. He swore if she tightened around him one more time, he’d—
He clenched his jaw and breathed through his nose. In for five, out for five. Her long hair trailed down her spine, caressing her pale skin. At her throat, her pulse flickered. He ducked his head and placed his mouth over that spot, tasting sweet woman and the tang of her own perspiration dewed on her skin.
“Take me, Aiden. Don’t hold back.”
He swallowed. “You don’t want me to let go, doll.”
She squeezed his fingers digging into her hip. “I know what I’m asking for.”
Ffffuck. Did she?
He gave an answering rock of his hips, burrowing his cock against the entrance of her womb. She cried out. He withdrew
slowly, lapping circles around her rapidly-beating pulse point with his tongue. Anything to distract himself.
But she felt so fucking amazing, clenching around him so perfectly, like she’d been made for this.
For him.
Hell, he was thinking of having her as a permanent fixture in his bed. It happened that way for some. He had a buddy in the military who’d come home on leave, met a girl and married her the same week. They were still happily married, last he’d heard.
But then there was Judd. His twin had been head over boots for Cassie, and in the end, she’d left him broken. He refused to speak of it, so Aiden knew it pained him.
Was he on the same slippery path, falling in lust with the first woman who’d stimulated his brain and his libido? He wasn’t lookin’ for more than a taste of the stunning woman. And maybe to shut her up for a bit.
He grinned at that and slid deep into her pussy again. She hung forward in his arms, rasping her pleasure as he fucked her with slow, measured movements. As he bottomed out, she’d push back and grind. The sweetest torture in the universe.
He lashed an arm around her middle and held her fast to his body. “You think you want my belt on your backside.”
“I do.” She whimpered as he pulled out almost to the tip.
“What about my palm? My paddle? Can you stand it if I tie you up and blindfold you and make you take me into your throat?”
She breathed out in a rush. Then nodded. “Yes.”
“Fuck, Amaryllis.” He knew her well enough to realize she wasn’t easily frightened. Maybe—just maybe—she could handle him. So far, she hadn’t backed down from anything he’d thrown at her, even the commands.
He stroked her breasts with one hand while inching the other down her body. He cupped her pussy hard, applying pressure to her clit. She was swollen, and he knew if he had that little bundle of nerves beneath his tongue, he’d feel it pulse as if with its own heartbeat.
“Oh God, Aiden. Yesss.”
He massaged her pussy as he fucked her faster. She was climbing, juices slicking his cock and creating a soft sucking noise.
“You can’t come until I say you can.”
“I can’t hold back.”
He deliberately slowed, edging her away from the cliff of pleasure. In her ear, he rumbled, “You only come when I say so.”
“Please. Aiden!”
He stroked her clit, trapping it between his fingers and rubbing up and down. He pushed into her body again and felt her contract. So close.
“Focus on my voice, doll. Only on me, not what your body’s telling you to do.”
“I don’t know if I can.” Her voice trembled.
“If you pass this test, I’ll reward you. Generously. Now listen to me. Do not come.”
She seemed to still in his arms and he continued to torment her with his cock and fingers. Drawing deep moans from her that grew more guttural with every caress. Her body shook.
How far could he push? He couldn’t have her losing faith in him, but he had to know her limits and take her half a step beyond.
She clamped down on his cock, and need flooded his body, pressure on his lower spine increasing. His balls aching to blow.
“Easy, doll. That’s it. Listen to me now. You want to come.”
“Yes!”
“You’re so close.”
“Oh my God. Fuck.”
He grinned. Dirty mouth and all, she was a gem.
“Feel my cock glide into your pussy. Tighten your muscles around it.”
She obeyed, limp, breathing hard.
“Now feel your clit under my finger. So swollen.”
She cried out. She couldn’t go on much longer.
He lifted his fingers from her body one by one until he was no longer touching her. She trembled against him.
“Think of my fingers there.” He pushed in hard.
“Yes!”
“Now come, Amaryllis. Come on my cock.”
She did with a scream of pleasure that probably rattled the windows of the rest of the B&B. He fucked her fast as she clenched and released around him. He issued a growl, cum rushed up his shaft. The first splash on her inner walls made her tighten around him again.
He pounded into her, stars bursting in his vision. But all he could think was that he’d fucking achieved more with her in one short session than any of his lovers had with him after months.
Not many could be his lover, as submissive as he needed.
But Amaryllis was.
Chapter Ten
“They just finished questioning Fitz. He wasn’t anywhere near Brown’s place last night,” Amaryllis said as she stuffed her phone in her pocket.
Aiden threw her a look. “How do they know?”
“Because he spent the night in jail in the next county for drunk driving.”
So he couldn’t be responsible for the crime they were about to investigate. Ed Brown’s place was on the county border and during the entire drive here—in Aiden’s truck—he’d wanted to reach over and feel up Amaryllis’s leg. She was doing her best to keep their relationship all business, though.
Her sweet ass swayed with every step she took across Brown’s ranch.
“Holy fuck,” Aiden said as they walked a bit farther and he spotted the entrails of a cow, a bloody, gruesome streak that led to the carcass.
Amaryllis sped ahead of him and bent to stare at the ground. She was most likely checking for tracks. The ground was muddy and bloody. There had to be some evidence left behind. Trouble was, in these parts, everybody wore boots that were purchased at the same store in Crossroads. They all left behind the same tracks.
The rancher’s face was grim as he stared at the loss of his cattle. At least thirteen-hundred dollars butchered right here in his field. A big loss.
Aiden asked him some questions to nail down the timeline while Amaryllis circled the bloody scene, sometimes peering close at something. Once she used a forefinger to probe a bit on the carcass.
Aiden watched her closely while trying to keep his mind on his conversation. He could see the woman’s brain working, and damn if he didn’t want to hear what was going on inside it.
“We’ll take some pictures and then help you clear this mess,” Aiden said to the rancher.
He rubbed his craggy jaw and nodded. Loss was always hard, even to seasoned ranchers like Brown. “Appreciate it.”
Moving to Amaryllis’s side, Aiden felt her start as if she hadn’t realized he was even there. When she looked up at him, her eyes were far away.
“What are your thoughts?” he asked, low.
“Whoever did this has a taste for more than beef or selling beef. He took the heart.”
He straightened. “You sure?” He went to the carcass and stared down at the place the heart would be.
Sure enough, the big arteries were severed.
“This is fucking sick,” he said before he could stop herself.
“Really fucking sick. It’s almost like a ritual, isn’t it?” Her voice was thoughtful.
Aiden’s skin prickled, but no way was he going to admit that to anyone, least of all Amaryllis, who seemed completely unfazed by the gruesome detail. “Or it could just be a man who’s got a taste for heart. Some do.” Hell, his pa did. He liked it cooked nice and slow so it was tender.
Amaryllis chewed her lower lip, white teeth moving over the plump tissue. His cock stirred.
The rancher walked over to pull a shovel out of the back of his pickup.
“Take the photos, Roshannon. I’m going to check the woods.”
He threw her a look. “Alone? Like hell.”
Her brow crinkled. “Why the hell not? You think the guy who butchered this cow is lurking in the woods waiting to leap out and attack me?”
He flexed his shoulders. Put that way, it sounded unlikely, silly even. But he didn’t like the thought of her going off on her own.
“You’re not going alone.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What is this? Som
e odd show of protection toward me? Just because your dick was inside me doesn’t mean you need to protect me.”
Glaring, he stepped up to her, so close that her body heat washed over him. Her beautiful face was twisted in annoyance, and damn if he didn’t want to kiss her pretty mouth.
“I’ll go with you. End of story.”
“Good Lord, Roshannon.”
He shot her a deadly look at the use of his last name. “What happened to Aiden? Last night you were panting my name, begging my name, screaming my name.”
She set her hands on her hips, eyes shooting bullets. “I knew I should never had let you touch me. Damn fool doesn’t know when to separate work from pleasure,” she muttered.
He reached out and slid a tendril of her hair behind her ear. “What I do know is you aren’t going to those woods alone. I know you want to look for ATV tracks.”
“Of course I do.” She batted his hand away from her face.
“We are a team. We stick together.”
“Meaning you think I’m incapable of going alone because you filled me with your cum.” Her voice was pitched low, furious.
He grabbed her waist, anchoring her in front of him in case she wanted to move away. “You’re more than capable, Amaryllis. But maybe I want to go with you because you’re starting to mean something to me.”
She went dead still, all but her jaw, which dropped. She stared up at him. A heartbeat passed in silence.
He released her waist. “We’ll go in a minute. Let me take some photos.”
To his surprise, she waited for him. He wasn’t one to dominate outside the bedroom, but when it came to her safety, he would damn well take the upper hand. At this point, the crimes were getting closer together and the rustler obviously bold and uncaring of his moves.
After taking the photos, the rancher began to dig the hole to bury the remains. Amaryllis took off for the woods. Aiden kept stride with her.
“I can’t lie. I want to throw you against one of these trees and have my way with you.”
She shook her head. “We’re on the job.”
“Didn’t say I was going to. Not yet, anyway. I have a little self-control.”