Her eyes open slowly, as if she’s stunned. Those green eyes are clouded with lust that sends my heart into overdrive. I have to have her. Fuck control. I need her. I need this. Consequences be damned, I’m going to have her.
Chapter 20
Emma
There’s a desperation in his lips. A demand. A promise that he’s going to brand me, make me his, even if it’s only for a little while. But there’s something else, too, something that I’m not sure he knows is coming across. A vulnerability. Like he’s scared I’m going to push in away, or that someone will get hurt.
But as I open my eyes and look up at him, wondering why he’s stopped kissing me and is just holding me captive and watching me, I see control hanging by a thread in his eyes.
Then, that thin line snaps.
His lips meet mine again, this time they’re rough, demanding in a way that leaves me certain I’ll be sporting bruises tomorrow. I whimper, submitting to the excitement pounding in my blood. This is what I expected. Unbridled lust. Wild passion. A disregard for space or time.
Kieran Knight is savage.
And I decide that this is going to happen, but on a few terms of my own.
Pulling back, I see the shock in his eyes that I dared pull away. But I touch a finger to his lips like I’m shushing any argument he might have. His lips press against my finger in a kiss that tingles from the point of contact, up my arm, down my body right to my core and a smile lights my lips.
“One second,” I whisper, knowing what I’m going to do next. With lightning fast steps, I get inside and grab a blanket and hurry back out to him. Taking his hand, I lead him to my favorite spot. Near enough to the creek that we can hear the water, far enough away that the chill of it isn’t able to sink into our bones.
The summer warmth is still clinging to the air, but it’s cooling quickly, and I know that we’re racing Mother Nature in a way that we’ll surely fail.
But it’s perfect.
I spread the blanket on the soft grasses that I’ve not been mowing because I simply can’t keep up with the chores. It’s not like mowing the lawn is high on my list of priorities, and now I’m glad it’s not.
I turn to Kieran and see he’s watching me, his lips curved in a sinister smile that’s almost unnerving.
“What?” I ask.
“You planned this,” he says, nodding toward the blanket.
“So?” I ask, not caring that he has the wrong impression. It’s not like planning for sexual encounters is something I’ve done often. Not that he knows that.
Taking off my shoes, I step on the blanket and turn to face him again. His lips meet mine and I find myself helplessly bound by his arms. They lock around me like steel and my heart cries out. This sensation, being held so close, so tight, aches to my very bones and I realize I’ve needed this. Craved it.
“I need to see you,” he growls, and my heart thumps so heard I feel faint.
Still locked in his embrace, I work off my shirt, then my sports bra. The warm air caresses my skin and I feel free. We’re out here, under the trees, near the river I played in as a child. Out in the open, yet so secluded and private. It’s like the world is huge, yet our little spot in it is tiny, intimate somehow.
Past him, a billion stars twinkle and shine like they’re telling secrets about us.
Then his lips are on my chin, my throat, my chest. When he pulls my nipple into his mouth, I yelp in shock at the hot, wet, suckling sensation. His tongue teases the tip and the gentle pressure of this teeth is exhilarating and somewhat scary at the same time.
Then I realize, he’s not going to hurt me.
At least, not in a way I won’t like.
My knees tremble and threaten to dump me at his feet. As if he can feel it, he eases onto his knees and pulls me onto his lap. I feel his hardness pulsing under my ass and spread my legs to straddle him. It feels so fucking good, so sexy to press the warmth of my pussy to the hardness of his cock.
It’s breathtaking.
His hands press flat to my naked back as his lips leave my nipple. He blows on it a bit, the air chilling his saliva. I feel the skin tighten up and leave my nipple a tight bud of over-sensitive pleasure.
My fingers tangle in his short, dark hair as he takes the other into his mouth, teasing and tasting like he had the first. My hips desperate for more, begin to rock against his hardness, and I feel myself panting in pleasure and excitement at the incredible shockwave of pleasure building up low in my belly.
The world shifts as he lowers me onto my back, his lips still sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure shooting from my nipple straight to my core.
“Kieran,” I whisper, wondering if I should tell him the truth.
“Hmm?” he responds, the humming vibration sending a bolt of pleasure through me that makes my breath leave my lungs in a whoosh. His free hand finds my pants and he works them down just a bit as his lips leave my nipple and begin to tail a line of damp, quickly cooling kisses down the line of my ribs to my belly.
I work with him, lifting my hips so he can free me of the confines of clothing. To my dismay, he leaves the lace underwear I’d worn in place. “You’re so beautiful,” he says softly and my heart skips a beat.
His lips find the slope of my belly between my hips, and his tongue marks the spot like an x on a treasure map. Then his lips find the delicate heart of my sex over the lacy underwear. Through the thin layer of protection, I can feel his kiss.
And I can’t help the moan of pleasure that leaves my lips.
“Kieran, please,” I beg, not sure what I’m even begging for.
“Please what?” he asks, hesitating a second before kissing me again. With the lace between us, I feel his tongue work gently down and touch the top of my clit. The material is abrasive, but his tongue is warm, soft, and so sexy I see dots of white exploding in my vision like I sometimes do when I stand up too fast.
“Please,” I repeat pathetically. I’m not sure what I’m begging for. More? Everything? Stop?
No, not stop. Definitely not stop.
His fingers hook into the top of the lace as if he’s considering peeling them away, but he simply holds there, his tongue still tickling as it slips between my folds, dragging the material with it. It’s exquisite torture, absolute perfection.
But I want more.
I want everything.
Chapter 21
Kieran
She’s delicious. Even with the bit of sexy fucking lace between us, I can taste her. And the way she’s bucking her hips into my face, begging me with pathetic little pleases, she’s going to fucking destroy me.
And something in me snaps.
I pull back and pull the lace so hard the fabric rips in my hands. There’s shock in her eyes as she looks up at me, but there’s something darker, sexier, an arousal that’s more important than I’ve ever known.
I’ve always expected woman to be turned on by me. Not because I’m stuck up, but because they all are. Either because of my money, my body, my drive, my power, something speaks to all of them.
But Emma seems so delicate, so pure. She’s genuinely excited by me, not faking it for fun, not telling me she’ll do anything not to get fired, not playing fucking mind games. She’s just in too deep, too excited and turned on to think straight.
And I need more from her.
I need everything she can give me.
First, I want her to come on my lips, my name springing from hers.
Dropping the shreds of her ruined panties, I plunge my face into her sweet, hot, wet little pussy, desperate to taste her wholly, without the barriers between us.
She cries out as my tongue finds her clit and turns rough circles around it. My hands slip under her thighs and find her perfect, pillowy breasts. They’re so much larger than that stupid bra led me to believe. She’s easily a D cup, but that stupid thing bound her up to look like a B cup at most.
Not that size is all that important. They’re beautiful, pink-tipped tit
s that clearly pleasure her very much. Which I love. My fingers roll her nipples gently, bringing them to stiff peaks as she whimpers her pleasure and excitement. Her body is shivering as my tongue demands a response from her clit.
With her legs over my shoulders, I feel her body tense up as I put too much pressure on her clit. Good. I want to make her squirm.
“Kieran…” My name leaves her lips like a prayer, and I dip my tongue inside her. She’s so god damned tight. So sweet, so perfect. Every bit of her is wet, silky, responsive. Her belly twitches as I run my tongue from her entrance to circle her clit again.
Her fingers find my head, my hair, and she holds onto me like the Earth might swallow her up if she lets go. Then, her hands drop to her pussy, and she spreads her lips for me. My cock surges so hard I feel beads of moisture building up. There’s something so sexy about her hands on herself, parting her for me, allowing me deeper into her inviting depths.
My tongue attacks her clit as my fingers tug her nipples and release them. She’s perfect, an instrument tuned perfectly to my fingers and tongue.
And as I suck her clit gently between my lips and tickle the tip of it with my tongue, I feel her muscles bunching up, gathering like she’s a spring about to burst. Her panting breaths become little whimpers and moans of pure pleasure and excitement. Under my wrists, I feel her heart pounding at her ribs.
She’s there, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
With a quick change of pace, I bear down on her, needing to taste her orgasm. And she explodes, her whole body shuddering as she lets out a long moan of pleasure. A flood of sweet moisture coats my chin and I enjoy how warm she is, how sweet. There’s an edge to her sweetness, a tart flavor that’s uniquely hers. It’s perfect, and I’m so fucking hard I feel like I’m about to burst. Never has giving pleasure been so pleasurable to me.
As her jolts become fewer, I feel her relaxing into the blanket, melting into a puddle of contentment and joy. With one last kiss on her still-pulsing clit, I enjoy how she whimpers and struggles. Of course she’d be too sensitive to touch. That’s part of the fun of kissing her again.
As I lift up over her, she looks up at me, a tired smile on her lips. I unbutton my shirt with quick fingers while she watches me, a sudden shyness in her eyes. My pants follow my shirt, and I lower my weight on her. Her arms come up and her hands grip my shoulders. The shyness in her eyes bothers me, until I realize what she’s doing.
She pulls my head down and her lips meet mine. I kiss her back as her tongue slips out to trace my lips. She’s tasting herself. The thought of it makes me groan in pleasure.
My cock pulses and I adjust the tip of it against her. Her hips tilt, welcoming me as I slide in just a bit. She’s warm, wet, impossibly tight, and I see something like fear in her eyes. But I’m too far gone to ponder why she might be afraid. I’m big, but she’s soaking wet. Her body is ready for me.
With my lips on hers, I kiss her hard.
As I slide home, I feel the resistance of her body and something nags at me. But I push, gently, loving how her body widens just enough to accommodate me. Her heart pounds against mine as her arms come around my shoulders as she holds me tight.
She feels like a dream, wet and hot, tight perfection. But when she leaves my kiss to talk to me, I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Your cock feels amazing,” she mumbles, planting another little kiss on my lips. As if my cock knows, it pulses inside her and she lets out a little yelp of pleasure and shock.
“You taste so good,” I tell her, needing her to know how close I got while just licking her pussy. Impossibly close, actually. And now, struggling to push home in her, I’m closer and closer with every passing second.
“It’s so much,” she moans, her eyes closing as I push deeper. Her face twists in pain, then relaxes as I ease off a bit. She’s soaking wet and I push again. Her body opens enough to allow me to sink fully home. Her eyes open again, and she looks up at me, shock and that shyness building up again.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her tongue following the curve of my lower lip.
“Don’t thank me yet,” I tell her, needing to stop a moment so I don’t lose it. I’ve got more control than this. This sweet woman’s pussy isn’t going to destroy me.
I pull back, needing a better angle. “On your knees,” I tell her. She obeys, her perfect ass in the air as she stretches her arms before her in a position of total surrender. When she looks back over her shoulder, I’m lost.
With her perfect ass in my hands, I push into her pussy, feeling the tightness ease a bit as I push all the way to the hilt. She yelps, the sound all pleasure with an edge of shock.
“Play with your clit,” I tell her, needing her to enjoy this as much as I am.
I feel her fingers as she does as I told her. Her motions are quick, desperate, and I know she’s already on the edge, teetering once more.
And I begin a punishing pace, one that’s designed to put the perfect amount of pressure on her g-spot. She’s crying out, mewing with pleasure, her mind gone as she listens to her body. It’s beautiful, watching her glance back at me as if assuring herself this is really happening.
This is what I needed. This. Her, wild and free, at the mercy of her body and my cock. She tosses her head back, still mewing with every thrust of my cock into her tight little pussy. She feels like a dream, hot, wet, silky, perfect.
And as I feel her body begin to clench, I know that her orgasm is going to drive me over the edge. I’m going to come with her.
She’s going to give me something new, something I’ve never enjoyed before, a tandem orgasm.
She lets out a little shout as her body gives and her pussy pulses. Every clench of her pussy milks my cock, and I feel the warmth spread through my balls before exploding through me and into her, like I’m transferring the very sense of my being into her.
Her body is begging for more, squeezing me like she’s desperate for every last drop. Now, and only now, do I think about the lack of protection. I broke my main rule, never without a condom.
The pleasure of the moment is ripped away and I pull back, out of her, my cock sill dripping beads of come.
“What’s wrong?” She’s looking back at me, no doubt reading my absolute horror as something to do with her.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill and clean,” I say, suddenly angry with myself. I’m a fucking idiot. I don’t know this girl. She could be a walking VD for all I know. And what if I knock her up?
Shit.
The look of hurt on her face is like a strike in the face. “I’m on the pill.”
“Clean?” I ask, hating this. But I need to know.
And she pulls away, retracts in every way possible, physically, mentally, emotionally. “Yeah,” she mutters quietly as if to herself.
“When were you tested last?” I ask, needing to know, really know, not just hear the words.
She looks at me, anger sparkling in her eyes. “Never,” she says, and my heart sinks to my toes.
“Then how… do you know?” I ask, but I know the answer. She was so tight. So very, painfully tight…
Oh Shit.
I reach out to touch her, but she shrugs me off.
“Don’t.” her voice is cold. “Just go.”
Fuck.
I get dressed, watching her as she stares up at the stars, her face unreadable. Without a word, I get up and make my way to my truck. I’m not going to apologize. I regret nothing. I didn’t know she was a virgin. Sure, I screwed up and didn’t use a condom, but she’s on the pill. No harm, no foul.
So why doesn’t it feel right to be walking away like this?
Chapter 22
Emma
As he drives off, I begin to gather up my clothes. But instead of putting them on, I hold them in a fist and gather the blanket around myself. Everything was so amazing. Right up until he asked if I was on the pill. That was responsible of him. That was smart. But pushing me about being clean?
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nbsp; That hurt.
That hurt a lot.
Fuck him.
Still, even with him gone, I wish I could feel his lips on mine again. Sure, he’s a dick. A total jerk. But damn if sleeping with him wasn’t exhilarating.
I’ve got to put him out of my head.
I’ve got to move on.
Forward and up.
The early morning sun washes away most of the anger. An idea pushes the rest out of mind. Sure, I slept with Kieran Knight. But that doesn’t define me. I’m still Emma Astor, tough as nails, like daddy raised me. That’s how I define myself.
And I’ve had a great idea – while Kieran can’t buy my ranch, maybe he’ll be happy investing in me instead. After all, he’s seen Olivia open up and blossom after a handful of riding lessons.
With a stretch and yawn, I get out of bed. There’s an odd soreness deep between my hips, and a smile teases my lips even as my cheeks sting. I don’t feel different. Not really. It’s odd how much emphasis is put on virginity when, once it’s gone, it’s hardly missed.
The smile curves my lips as I head down to the kitchen. I’m hungry, and I’m going to have breakfast.
A glance out the window is enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. There’s a glare, like the sun reflecting off metal out there. Not up by the house, no, down by a turn in the driveway.
But who the hell would be here?
Dressing quickly, I pull my shoes on on the porch and begin to walk down the drive. But as I approach the vehicle, a car with darkly tinted windows that stops me from seeing who’s at the wheel, pulls out and spits gravel as it backs down the drive.
I break into a run, needing to know who’s messing with me, spying on me.
But I’m pretty sure I know.
I can only imagine one person has something to gain from spying on me.
Kieran.
I watch the car turn around quickly and tear out of the drive so quickly the tires spin and kick up enough dust to choke an elephant. With a growing sense of dread, I stop and stare after them, committing the license plate to memory.
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