Reluctant Desire [Desire, Oklahoma 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Leah Brooke

  Charity jolted as he used his fingers to pull the cheeks of her bottom high and wide, shocked at the firm touch exposing her forbidden opening. She couldn’t help but cry out at the first touch of his finger against the outer rim, the cold lube startling her, and making her realize just how exposed she was.

  Beau chuckled again, a low sound filled with devious intent, and a hunger she found irresistible. “I know it’s cold. It’ll be warm real soon.”

  Charity clenched her teeth to keep from crying out again as he continued to circle her opening. She tried to tighten her bottom, but couldn’t close against him. To her embarrassment, she found herself lifting her ass, the tingling awareness inside driving her mad. “Just do it, damn you!”

  His soft chuckle made her want to hit him. “You’re always so impatient for everything. Just relax, Charity. Let yourself feel. Just enjoy your arousal. We’re not in any hurry, are we, cher?”

  Another rush of moisture escaped to coat her inner thighs. She knew he could see her ass clenching, but couldn’t stop it.

  She didn’t even want to think about what she looked like, draped over his lap with her bottom sticking up in the air, her ass probably as pink as her face felt.

  Beau’s words came back to her.

  Everything I do to you is done with love.

  Under his hypnotic caress, she found herself loosening again, but the finger he kept moving over her puckered opening in slow, deliberate circles kept her tense and on edge.

  A whimper escaped when he pressed, her position and the slick lube making her instinctive tightening against his invasion useless.

  With his firm fingers holding her buttocks high and spread, it made clenching her buttocks even more difficult, and left her feeling more exposed. The feel of his cock pressing against her through his jeans told her that this excited him as much as it did her.

  She couldn’t stay still, a shiver going up her spine when he pushed the tip of his finger a little deeper inside her and began to move it.

  The intensity of it stunned her, the helpless feeling of having his finger inside such an intimate place making her tremble even harder. The sensation seemed even stronger since she had nothing else to focus on. In the past, he’d always touched her somewhere else at the same time, but this time, he didn’t touch her anywhere else.

  “That’s it. Relax your muscles there.”

  Charity sucked in a breath, soothed by his silky voice, stiffening again when he pushed his finger deeper. “Beau, I don’t know if I can do this. Oh, God.”

  How could something so intimate feel so good?

  “You’re doing just fine, cher. The way you’re gripping my finger has my cock throbbing. I know how tight it’s going to be inside you. Your ass is gonna grip my cock the way it’s gripping my finger. Do you know what that’s going to do to both of us?”

  She wished she could see his face.

  A moan escaped when he withdrew slightly, but she sucked in a breath when he pushed his finger deeper. It felt so tight, she couldn’t even imagine how his cock would feel. She drew in one ragged breath after another, each one ending in a moan. “It’ll never fit.”

  Beau groaned, his cock jumping against her hip. “It’ll fit, cher. Nice and slow, we’ll make it fit, won’t we?” He stroked her bottom hole, pulling his finger almost all the way out before sliding it a little deeper than before, setting off a riot of sensation against the inner walls of her ass. “That’s why I have to stretch you a little before, and get you used to loosening up these muscles for me. You trust me, don’t you?”

  “Yes. Oh, God.” Charity’s toes curled as Beau slid deeper, the decadence of having her ass impaled overwhelming her senses. The too-intense feel of it made her insides flutter, as every nerve ending in her ass tingled with awareness and a hunger for more.

  Whimpering with need, she pressed her face against his leg, tightening her fists in the material of his jeans. “Beau. Oh, God.”

  She found herself trying to part her thighs to give him even more access, but Beau appeared to have all he needed, thrusting the length of his finger inside her.

  “That’s it. See? You can take it. Yes, cher. Very nice. You have no idea how much it excites me to see you this way.” He slid his finger free, drawing another whimper from her and leaving her ass grasping at emptiness.

  Another rush of moisture coated her thighs, her pussy clenching and her clit feeling so swollen and heavy that it throbbed. Biting her lip to keep from begging for more, she gasped when Beau released the cheeks of her ass and she heard the scrape of the tube on the table.

  Beau rubbed her bottom. “Relax that ass, cher. I’m getting some more lube, and then I’m going to work two fingers into you.”

  His words caused a restlessness and slight panic inside her that had her wiggling on his lap. She tried to lift up, the thought of having two fingers inside her making her ass clench and tingle even hotter. “Beau, I don’t know if—”

  He caught her when she started to slip, a strong hand around her hip yanking her back into position again. “None of that. Be still.” His fingers, firmer and more demanding than before, lifted and spread her ass cheeks again. He didn’t even give her time to adapt, pressing the tips of two fingers against her puckered opening with enough pressure to force the tight ring of muscle to give way.

  Crying out with shock, Charity jolted at a sensation much stronger than before. “Beau! It stings. Oooohhh! It burns.” The tight ring of muscle burned as he stretched it, and to her utter mortification, intensified her need to have him fill her deep.

  “Yes. Oh, God. Please. More, Beau.”

  The words slipped out before she could stop them, but the need to have more proved too strong to deny.

  “A butt plug would help prepare you for my cock. My store sells dozens of styles. And sizes.” His usually silky tone had become so harsh and filled with tension that she barely recognized it.

  Charity shivered as he began to stroke her ass again. “Yes.” She wanted his cock inside her. She wanted her ass to burn even hotter. She wanted to be stretched there, to be filled in the most intimate way by the man she loved.

  She wanted Beau to take her ass, to bend her over and hold her with his firm hands. She wanted to hear him growl with pleasure, and to lose himself in her.

  “Please, Beau. I want you to take me there. Oh, God.”

  “No, cher. You’re too tight. I don’t want to hurt you.” He slid his fingers deeper, stroking her inner walls and sending sharp sizzles of sensation up her spine. “I’m going to stretch you a little tonight, but I won’t take you there until you’re ready.”

  Charity gritted her teeth, knowing that he rarely changed his mind about anything. “I’m fucking ready.” She kicked her legs, frantic to get more.

  She wanted him there. She wanted the friction against her inner walls, wanted the feeling of being filled in the most intimate way possible by the man who excited her like no other man ever had.

  She wanted the man who filled every erotic desire, and who took her places she’d never have imagined going—and making her love every step of the journey.

  Shivers raced through her, the hunger she felt like nothing she’d ever experienced as her bottom clenched on him, the wicked feel of being stretched in her most intimate opening sending warm waves of sizzling delight through her, even as it sent erotic chills up and down her spine. “Please. I don’t know what to do. I can’t stand it.”

  “Yes, you can.”

  Her juices ran down her inner thighs, the need she felt becoming so sharp, it brought tears to her eyes. “Please, Beau. Take me there. I need it now.”

  * * * *

  Beau gritted his teeth, his cock so hard it hurt. Pressing his fingers deeper inside her, he tried to scissor them, but her ass was too tight for it. The need to sink his cock into her tight ass made him dizzy, but he’d already promised himself that he wouldn’t do it tonight. He wouldn’t do it until she was ready.

  Mentally and physically
.

  He worked his fingers as deep as they would go, delighted that she pushed back against him. She fucked herself on his fingers in a way that spoke of experience, but knew she had none.

  To think that he could turn someone as straightforward and no-nonsense as Charity into a creature of need, who begged him to fuck her ass, made his chest swell, his cock throbbing to give her all that she asked for.

  A future of fulfilling erotic fantasies and creating even more loomed ahead of him.

  Her cries of pleasure and the way she kept clenching on him warned him that her orgasm was fast approaching.

  In a deliberate move, he yanked his fingers free, watching in fascination as her little hole, shiny with lube, clenched as she cried out in frustration. Her hoarse throaty cries, begging him not to stop nearly made him come in his pants like a fucking teenager.

  “No.” His own voice, much harsher than usual, made her still. “That’s it for tonight.”

  Since the heightened awareness he’d created in her ass wouldn’t be satisfied, he held her steady, prepared to deal with her temper. “Easy, Charity. I’ll make sure you’re satisfied before we’re done here, but I’m not taking your ass.”

  “Bastard!”

  He smiled, knowing his lover well. Because he denied her, she’d want it even more now, something he could use to his advantage in the near future.

  Lifting her from his lap to stand in front of him, he held her waist until she steadied herself. The sight of her bare pussy and the shine of her juices on her inner thighs nearly sent him over the edge.

  Her eyes had a glazed look to them, so dark with passion they appeared almost black. She swayed slightly, her small hands reaching out to grip his shoulders. “Beau, please.”

  “No.”

  Sliding his hands up her sweater, he teased her nipples through her bra, hiding a smile when she arched toward him and moaned. “You look like a little girl who’s been punished. I should make you stand in the corner like this while you think about what you did wrong.”

  Her face flushed even more. “You wouldn’t dare.”

  Smiling, he got to his feet. “No, but it’s fun to imagine.” Taking her hands in his, he prevented her from pulling her jeans and panties back up. “By the way, if you ever do anything so stupid again, I’ll shove a butt plug up your ass before I spank you.”

  Knowing that her hunger had reached a level unlike any before, becoming a primitive hunger that would make her want it hard and rough, Beau deliberately softened his expression, determined to make sweet, slow love to her.

  Even if it killed him.

  “Come on, cher.” Lifting her in his arms, he held her high against his chest and kissed her. Keeping his kiss soft and romantic, he carried her into the bedroom, pretending to ignore the way she pressed up against him and fought to get him to take her mouth harder.

  Once in the bedroom, he placed her on the bed, and with slow deliberation, began to strip her. “No games, cher.” He smiled, pretending not to notice her look of shock and frustration. “We’ll go nice and slow.”

  He’d satisfy her, but on his terms. He’d give her the loving without the play, and drive her straight up the wall.

  Once he’d stripped both of them and donned a condom, he turned off the light, not wanting her to witness his own torment.

  Making a space for himself between her damp thighs, he gathered her close. “Slow and sweet.”

  * * * *

  Charity couldn’t believe it.

  The son of a bitch she’d promised to marry seemed determined to torture her.

  On top of that, he made it so that she couldn’t even complain.

  Gripping his wide shoulders as he covered her body with his, Charity spread her thighs eagerly. Sucking in a breath when his cock brushed against her mound, she moaned in frustration and lifted against him when he settled over her instead without entering her.

  His position prevented her from touching him, which frustrated her further.

  He had to know she wanted it hard and fast, but he seemed determined to drive her crazy.

  Gripping his hair, she rocked her hips in invitation, need clawing at her.

  The swipe of his tongue on her nipple sent even more heat through her, but it wasn’t enough. “Beau, you’re killing me.” Gritting her teeth, she threw back her head and groaned, tightening her hands in his hair when he chuckled against her breast as his mouth closed over it again, and began to suck.

  Hard.

  Finally.

  Using his teeth to scrape over her nipple, he slid his hands under her and gathered her closer. He held her nipple between his teeth for several heart-pounding seconds, the pressure more intense than it had ever been before.

  Her pussy and ass clenched, the need to have him inside her a living, breathing hunger that clawed at her, the primitive demands of her body destroying all inhibitions. She tried to dig her heels into the mattress for leverage, but his hold prevented it, leaving her sliding her heels on the soft sheets. “Fuck me, damn you!”

  The awareness he’d created in her ass threatened to drive her wild, a raw purely sexual need that had her writhing against him in the need to get his cock inside her. The warmth from his spanking seemed to get worse and spread, the friction against the soft sheets reigniting the heat.

  Releasing her nipple, Beau ran his tongue over it, easing the slight sting. “With pleasure.”

  Beau thrust into her, threading his fingers with hers and raising them over her head. “You’re soaking wet, cher.”

  Pressing his body against hers, he held in her place, effectively subduing her struggles with ease, and making it impossible for her to touch him the way she wanted to. “Do you know what it does to me to know that your tight little bottom is lubed and desperate for attention?”

  Tightening her hands on his, Charity moaned, her pussy clenching on his cock. Now that the nerve endings in her ass had been awakened, the lack of his attention there drove her crazy.

  By his own admission, he knew it.

  With a growl, she fought his hold, bucking her hips to get him to move faster, and frustrated that she couldn’t budge him. Throwing her head back, she dug her heels into his tight butt and rocked against him. “You son of a bitch! You knew what that would do to me!”

  Beau’s lips touched her hair. “Of course I knew what it would do to you. I know your body, cher, as well as I know my own. You want it fast and hard. You think you need it that way. Your ass wants attention. You don’t think you can come without it.”

  Bracing most of his weight on his elbows, he bent to nuzzle her ear. “You can. You’re close now. That velvety pussy is gripping me, trying to suck me in.”

  Charity gasped as he changed the angle of his thrust. “Beau!” The feel of his warm hand covering her breast sent her higher, her breath catching as his fingers closed over her nipple. Her body tightened, the pleasure magnified by the awareness still lingering in her ass.

  “Come for me.”

  The hunger in his soft demand sent a thrill through her, sending her over in a shower of inner sparks.

  “Ahhh! Oh, God! Yes. Yes.” Arching, she cried out as the pleasure washed over her in wave after wave of sizzling heat. Her toes curled as she dug her heels harder into his butt, lifting into him to prolong the pleasure.

  He kept moving, creating a delicious friction against her nipples, his cock filling her over and over with heat. Murmuring to her in guttural tones, he fucked her faster, his need for her fulfilling a need for feminine power that she hadn’t realized she’d needed. Gripping her hands tighter when she fought to get them free, Beau bent low, his voice a deep rumble in her ear. “Not escaping this, cher. You’re not getting away from me. Ever.”

  Beau groaned, thrusting deep and hard, sending another thick wave of bliss through her, and making her tingle all the way to her toes.

  Thrilled at the way his big body shuddered over hers, Charity tightened her legs around him, turning her head to kiss his neck. With
her face buried in his hair, she breathed in his scent, tightening her legs around him to hold him as close as possible.

  Charity reveled in his warmth and the closeness she felt with him. As soon as he released her hands, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, smiling against his neck as she caught her breath. “I love you, Beau.”

  “And I love you. Very much.” He bent to touch his lips to hers. “Hmm. Nice and slow just might kill me.” He rolled to his back, taking her with him. “You okay, cher?” He reached out to turn on the light at the bedside.

  Draped over his chest, Charity ran her hands over his upper arms, struggling to catch her breath. “Peachy.” Her bottom still clenched, but her orgasm had left her completely sated.

  Beau traced his fingertips up and down her spine, pulling the covers over her when she shivered. “That didn’t sound peachy. Something wrong?”

  Lifting her head, she tried to glare at him, but didn’t have the energy. “You did that on purpose.”

  Beau closed his eyes, his lips twitching. “Of course I did.”

  “You’re sneaky.” Running a fingertip over his chest, she circled his nipple.

  Beau pursed his lips as though considering that. “Hmm. Possibly.”

  Charity tried to work up anger at the smugness underneath the lethargy and satisfaction in his tone, but she was too lethargic and satisfied herself to make the effort.

  “I really do love you, you know.”

  Beau lifted his head, opening his eyes to meet hers. “I know. I love you, too.”

  “Why didn’t I ever see this side to you before?”

  His smile held a tender affection that warmed her heart. “You did, cher. It just made you nervous, and I wanted to keep it light until you were ready.”

  She tapped his nipple. “I’m ready.”

  “I know.” He wrapped his hand around her fingers and brought them to his lips.