SocialPreyAllRomance

by Trista Ann Michaels

  She watched as Keith set the tray beside her, then climbed onto the bed on top of the covers.

  Her lips twisted. Damn. Fully clothed and two layers of blankets separated them. Not very seductive.

  She could deal with a little bit of discomfort if it meant she could feel his naked body next to hers. This morning had been just a taste. She liked the way his big body fit so perfectly against hers, making her feel warm and safe.

  She looked down at the food and almost chuckled. “What did you do? Get every appetizer on the menu?”

  “I happen to like appetizers,” he replied as he took a bite of the calamari. “Besides, we had dinner earlier, so I thought this would be good TV watching food.”

  She giggled softly. “You did good.” She picked up one of the potato skins and took a bite. It was hot, and she moaned, looking around for something to drink. “Hot,” she said.

  “I put a glass of wine on your side of the bed. It’s on the nightstand.”

  She grabbed it and took a larger sip than she should have. She’d already felt a bit lightheaded from the wine earlier. Now a tingling warmth began to settle in the pit of her stomach. She really needed to eat before she drank any more wine.

  “There’s a bottle of water over there too, if you want it,” Keith said, but there was a spark of devilment in his eyes that made the butterflies in her stomach come to life.

  “Now you tell me,” she said as she set the glass down. “Trying to get me drunk?”

  Keith chuckled as he grabbed a chicken wing. “I prefer to seduce a woman sober, thank you. If she’s drunk, it’s too easy.”

  “So you like a challenge?”

  “The chase is fun,” he replied with a wicked smile that made her heart skip several beats.

  She swallowed and looked down at the plate, searching for a napkin. She found one and unfolded it in her lap.

  “So, what else is there about the handsome former Navy Seal that I don’t know? Are you as kinky as Scott?”

  His lips twitched as he met her gaze. “Maybe.”

  “Interesting,” she murmured, before taking another bite of the potato skin.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Keith had to admit, he was enjoying this back and forth between the two of them. Her skin was all flushed, her nipples showing through the thin material of her robe. Did she know? It was all he could do to keep from staring at them as they poked through the satin.

  She had nice breasts; perky and full with erect nipples he was dying to get his lips around. If he didn’t stop looking at them she was going to catch him. She was hurt; she was vulnerable; she was a friend. He had no business letting his mind drift to sex, but damned if he couldn’t keep from it.

  Every time he’d looked at her today he could image himself kissing her, touching her, licking every inch of that delectable body. Sighing, he grabbed the beer he’d pulled from the fridge and downed half of it in one gulp.

  Yeah, that’s a smart idea. Get a good buzz going so you have even less self-control. Real smart.

  They finished eating in silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they watched the movie on the television. At one point, they both reached for the same thing and their hands touched. They froze and looked at one another. Keith could swear he saw longing in her eyes, but she quickly covered it.

  She surprised him by slapping his hand away. “That’s mine.”

  “What?” he exclaimed. “I don’t think so.”

  He reached for it again, pushing her hand away this time.

  “Hey,” she exclaimed, laughing. “I’m the hurt girl here.”

  He held the chicken wing just out of reach. “Oh, so that means you get everything you want?”

  “Well, yeah,” she drawled. “I thought you were my rescuing Prince Charming. My prince would never let me do without.”

  He held the chicken even further away. Her lips puckered into an adorable pout. He pointed a finger at her. “That’s playing dirty.”

  She kept the pout, and he not only fought a smile, but a very strong desire to kiss her senseless.

  “What will you give me for it?” he asked.

  She sat back slightly, her pout now gone and replaced with a look of startled surprise. “What do you want?” she murmured.

  Keith opened his mouth to tell her exactly what he wanted. Her flat on her back, her legs spread, his face buried in her pussy. “This is probably going somewhere it shouldn’t.”

  He handed her the piece of chicken, and she stared at it briefly before taking it. She met his gaze as she lifted the piece to her mouth. “You’re such a wuss,” she said just before taking a bite.

  Keith snorted. “Wuss?”

  “Yeah, you heard me,” she replied around the bite on her mouth.

  “Wuss, huh,” he mumbled as he shook his head. “Okay, fine, miss smart ass. You know what I want?” Paula swallowed as she stared at him. “I want you naked, your legs spread, my cock buried between them. How’s that for wuss?”

  They stared at each other for several seconds. He wasn’t sure if he’d offended her, shocked her, or excited her. Or maybe he’d done all three. All he knew was if he didn’t kiss her he would combust. He wanted to taste those plump pink lips, feel her tongue dance with his, feel her hands roam over his body.

  Keith quickly grabbed the tray that sat between them and set it on the floor. Glancing back at Paula, he noticed she still held the chicken wing, so he took it as well and set it on the tray.

  Climbing in beside her, he cupped her neck and tilted her chin up with the pad of his thumb.

  Her eyes were so expressive, so beautiful. He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, tugging it down slightly, and they parted, just like he wanted. Before she could protest, he covered her mouth with his. Her moan vibrated against his tongue as he slid it into her mouth, exploring, tasting.

  Their tongues mated, teased, twirled around one another in a dance that set his whole body in fire. He couldn’t remember ever having such a strong reaction from just a kiss.

  Her hands moved to his shoulders, where her fingers kneaded the tight muscles at the base of his neck. He shifted forward just a little, pushing her to her back as he settled over her. Her startled gasp of pain as his chest made contact with hers had him pushing off her instantly.

  He broke the kiss and dropped his forehead to hers. What the hell was he thinking? “We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m going to hurt you.”

  She shook her head in disagreement. He rose up so he could see her eyes. She stared at him with lust shining in them. Lust that made blood rush through his veins and need tighten his balls. God, he wanted her, and she wanted him too.

  While keeping his eyes on hers, he used his fingers to separate her robe, exposing her breasts.

  He used the back of his hand to push it further aside so he could see her ribs. He flattened his hand gently against the bruise, running his palm slowly over the discolored skin.

  Her breathing became more shallow and quick as he slowly worked his touch over the

  damaged area. That was a bad bruise, all black and purple. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her more. Leaning down, he placed a kiss against the bruise. He felt the quick intake of breath as his lips moved higher along her ribs, touching just under her breast.

  He knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t stop. Not now. He pressed his lips to the underside of her mound. Turning his cheek, he rubbed his whiskers along her sensitive flesh as he moved upward toward her pert nipple.

  He opened his lips, engulfing the tip as he passed over it. Paula moaned and arched her back slightly, until pain caused her to hiss through her teeth and drop herself back down.

  Keith pushed up and stared down at her, searching for any sign it was too much for her to deal with.

  “If you’re going to stop every time I wince in pain, this is going to take a really long time,” she murmured.

  Keith tilted his head, his lips thinning in frustration. “I could hurt you more.”

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nbsp; Her fingers fisted in his shirt, pulling him down so their mouths were less than an inch apart.

  “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve had sex?” she growled.

  His lips twitched slightly as he fought a full blown smile at her spunk.

  “Do you have any idea how rough I can get?” he countered. “I can’t guarantee I won’t hurt you, Paula.”

  “I trust you,” she whispered.

  “You can’t move,” he said as he reached down to untie her robe. “Not your hips, your back.

  You can’t arch, I think we’ve just proven that.” He got her robe open but stopped before pushing it wider and exposing her entire body. “You have to remain perfectly still.”

  Her eyes widened. “Are you kidding me?”

  “Nope. You move, I stop.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “It is what it is. Take it or leave it.” He bent down and placed a kiss in the valley between her breasts. “Do we have a deal?”

  “What happened to negotiating?”

  “I don’t negotiate.”

  Paula stared into his stern, beautifully dark eyes and realized he was dead serious. He was so afraid of hurting her or her hurting herself that he would stop if he had to and leave both of them wanting.

  “I’ll be still,” she whispered.

  As hard as that would be, she would rather be still than him leave her in this burning state of need. She’d couldn’t remember the last time she was this horny. She wanted him so bad, her whole body ached with it.

  “Let’s see how well you do,” he whispered just before moving to her other breast and engulfing the tip in his mouth.

  Paula’s whole world spun off its axis as his tongue swiped over her hard nipple, sending little currents of lust to her core. He sucked, then scraped his teeth over the nub, making her gasp out in shock and pleasure.

  She let her hands fall to her sides and fisted her fingers into the sheets to keep from arching her back. Instead, she let her head fall back and moaned as he bit down on the tip of her breasts.

  The sharp bite of pain sent a ripple effect through her whole body.

  “Good girl,” he murmured as he worked his kisses down her stomach.

  “You’re still dressed,” she panted.

  “For now. I want to see just how long you can keep this up.”

  Paula held her breath as his kisses moved lower along her body. Her hips moved from side to side, seeking something…anything. Keith put his hand on her lower stomach and pushed down, forcing her to keep still.

  “You’re faltering,” he teased as he used his palm to push her thigh to the side.

  She was wide open to him, her pussy exposed and literally burning for his touch—a touch he seemed to be deliberately holding back.

  “You’re teasing,” she said, her voice breathless.

  “No. I’m enjoying,” he said as he grinned up at her. “Now be still.”

  Paula groaned and fisted her hands tighter into the sheets. His breath was hot against her labia as he placed soft, tender kisses along her mound. “I like how smooth you are,” he purred just before using his tongue to separate her labia.

  She sighed and dug her fingernails into her palms, fighting every instinct to lift her hips to his face. Maybe if she talked…

  “I used the razor the hotel had in the bathroom.”

  “Nice,” he whispered, then gently sucked one of her labia lips.

  “Keith,” she sighed.

  “Shh, relax.”

  “I can’t,” she panted.

  He slid his palm under her hip, lifting her just a little. “If you can’t be still during this, how are you going to be still when we actually have sex?”

  He drew his tongue achingly slow along her slit, and Paula thought she might scream. When he circled her throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue, she did.

  “Forcing you to be completely still is actually kind of fun,” he murmured as he again licked his tongue along her slit.

  She must’ve moved because the pressure of his hand holding her down increased.

  “It’s making you crazy, isn’t it? Not being able to move?” he purred.

  “Yes,” she hissed in response.

  “Me too,” he whispered.

  He didn’t say anymore. Instead he put his full attention into licking her pussy, teasing her with his tongue until she thought she might explode. Every part of her fought the need to move, to buck her hips, to force his tongue deeper. By some miracle, she was able to keep herself still…for the most part.

  Until her release began to weave its way through her body. God, he was so good at this. The way he teased, the way his tongue delved and swirled, flicking ever so gently around her clit.

  He prolonged it until every part of her hummed with lust and sexual stress.

  “Keith…God,” she groaned, fighting to not come but at the same time wanting it so badly.

  He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it, making Paula shatter into a million pieces. Light exploded behind her eyes as wave after wave of pulsing pleasure soared through her veins. Keith didn’t slow, he kept going, kept licking until every throb had been rung from her body.

  She relaxed against the sheets and stared up at the ceiling in awe. Not one man in her life had ever been able to get her off that way. Not one. She felt as though her eyes had been opened to a new world of wonder and excess. She wanted him to do it again.

  Keith moved to his knees. Too weak to move, she stared as he removed his shirt. She’d seen him shirtless before. She and Kiley had stopped by his apartment to pick up something. He and Scott had just come back from running. A thin sheen of sweat covered his muscular chest and his sweats had hung low in his hips. She’d wanted to grab the hem, tug them down so she could see the prize that lay beneath. Just like now.

  In her mind, he was taking entirely too long to undress. She wanted to see him naked. His stomach muscles bunched, outlining the six pack just under his skin as he moved his hands to the waistband of his jeans. She licked her lips as he unzipped his pants and quickly shoved the jeans and boxers down together.

  She stared in fascination at his thick cock. It was long too, almost to his naval, the head purple in color from being so hard. Precum glistened on the tip, and she wished she could sit up and lick that moisture away; let the salty taste of him fill her mouth.

  “Stop looking at me like that,” he murmured.

  She jerked her gaze to his.

  “If you don’t stop, I won’t be able to keep this slow.”

  “I can’t help it,” she whispered.

  “Close your eyes.”

  Taking a deep breath, Paula closed her eyes. She could feel him moving on the bed and assumed he was removing the rest of his clothes. While he settled in, Paula slid her arms out of the robe. Keith jerked the covers and shoved them to the foot of the bed, getting them out of the way. She opened her eyes and watched as he grabbed a pillow from the other side of the bed.

  Frowning, she wondered what he was going to do with it. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Using one hand, he lifted her hips and slid the thick pillow under her. Now she understood and her whole body heated in anticipation of him entering her.

  He lowered himself over her, placing himself between her elevated splayed thighs but not entering her yet.

  “Do I need a condom?” he asked as he braced himself on his palms above her.

  She shook her head. She had that implant in to prevent pregnancy, so she wasn’t worried about that. Medically she was good, and she knew Keith was too. Kiley had talked about what a fanatic he was about that sort of thing.

  “Remember,” he said softly as he lowered his mouth to hers. “Be still.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Paula drew in a deep, steady breath as his mouth covered hers. She loved the way he kissed, the slow leisure exploration of his tongue against hers. He was careful to keep his weight off her, but he kept his cock presse
d against her pussy. The grinding motion of his hips against hers had her moaning and panting for more in seconds.

  She lifted her hands above her head, but it pulled at the muscles over her ribs so she set them back down. As she lowered them, she feathered them along his upper arms. Muscles bunched and quivered beneath her touch, making her feel sexy.

  His patience amazed her as she lowered her hands to the bed, grasping the sheets beneath her hips. She would’ve already lost it. Her fingers ached they were fisted so tight around the soft cotton.

  “Keith,” she moaned against his lips.

  Her hips lifted in reflex and although it hurt the muscles around her ribs, the added pressure against her mound overrode any discomfort.

  In answer to her plea, he set the head of his cock at her entrance. Pushing slowly, he pressed into her. He was so thick, his girth at first stretched her too much, and she gasped.

  “Damn, you’re tight,” he growled as he pulled back.

  She gripped his hips, holding him inside her. “No!”

  “I’m not stopping, sweetheart,” he panted as he nibbled along her jaw. “Just going slow.”

  He pushed deeper, and Paula moaned, digging her nails into the flesh of his ass.

  “Slow,” he whispered as he went even deeper.

  Paula swallowed at the pressure pushing against her walls. She’d never been with anyone this big, this thick. Even his length at first seemed a little overwhelming as he pulled back slightly, then thrust in again, this time going so deep his balls pressed against her ass.

  He kept himself deep inside her, pulling back just a little before pushing back in. She could tell he was giving her body time to adjust, to accept his size as he gently worked himself in and out with short, deep thrusts.

  The stretching discomfort soon morphed to pleasure. Her walls adjusted and quivered around the invading, pulsing rod. Every movement of his shaft against her sensitive walls made the muscles in her legs tremble and her stomach tighten.

  She tried to move her hips, but hissed at the pain when her stomach muscles over her ribs screamed in retaliation. Keith put his hand under her ass and lifted her as though he knew exactly what she needed.