by Jenna Jacob
The primitive demand of fight or flight took over. Kaitlin bit down on his bottom lip, gnashing the flesh between her teeth. Sky issued a grunt of discomfort but didn’t relent. Even when the copper taste of blood seeped over her tongue, he still held his mouth to hers.
When she tried to knee him in the groin, Sky finally released her mouth, but instead of letting go completely, he gripped her waist and swept a strong leg behind her knees. She issued a startled cry as they tumbled toward the ground, but like a knight in shining armor, Sky cushioned her fall with his elbows. Before she could kick out and roll away, he scrambled on top of her and pinned her arms high above her head with one strong fist. His stiff cock lay intimately nestled against her throbbing mound, hot and hard, as he positioned himself on his knees. Trapped and unable to move, her body trembled in rage and fear.
“Let me up, you cocksucker,” she angrily spat.
A wide, wicked grin speared his mouth. “My, my, Katie. Your vocabulary has gotten even more colorful over the years.”
“So has my temper. If you don’t like it, then you can kiss my ass,” she hissed.
“Oh, I plan to, baby. I plan to kiss it, bite it, and eventually slide my big, hard cock deep inside it, too.”
“In your dreams.”
Sky chuckled. “Yes. I’ve dreamt about that and all the things I want to do to you, for thirteen fucking years.”
“Get off me, or I swear…I’ll scream until your friend, the cop, shows up. Then I’ll have you arrested.”
Sky arched a brow. “Arrested for what? I haven’t done anything to you.”
“You’re holding me against my will. Now let me up.”
Struggling like a wild animal, she tried to buck him off her, but it was no use. He was too big…too strong…too everything. She should have been afraid of him…afraid of his power…his command, but she wasn’t. He wasn’t Doug and never would be. A truth she knew without a shred of doubt.
He leaned in and brushed a kiss over her lips. “Don’t scream, Katie, just listen. I’m not fully convinced that you trust me.”
She scoffed. “You’ve got me pinned to the goddamn ground and I’m not having a fucking panic attack. How much more proof do you need?”
“Oh, I think you trust me with your body, all right. It’s your heart that hasn’t caught up yet. If you trusted me fully, it wouldn’t matter how I found out what happened to you. See, I don’t think you’re mad that I stood outside listening—I think your pride’s been wounded. That’s really the issue here, isn’t it?”
“What are you, some kind of armchair psychiatrist?”
His gaze turned penetrating. “Your self-righteous pride is what’s always gotten between us. It’s the reason you can’t seem to tell me the truth, isn’t it? No. You don’t trust me as much as you claim, because if you did, you’d swallow your pride and confide in me.”
His accusation, though true, stung like a slap to the face. She’d never kept any secrets from him until that summer, and it tore her up inside. If either of them had a reason not to trust, it should be Sky. Yet he seemed to forgive her over and over again. Kaitlin felt foolish and weak, like she had years ago.
He cocked his head and studied her. “Even after last night…after I saw the marks he left on you, you weren’t going to tell me what happened, were you?”
His wounded gaze coupled with the guilt squeezing her heart slayed all her anger. “No. Maybe. I don’t know,” she whispered.
A chilling hardness lined his face. A dangerous, lethal expression she’d never seen before. “Throw away your pride, Katie, and trust me. I’ll keep you safe…keep your body, heart, mind, and soul safe from all things. You’ll never have to worry about being hurt again. Trust in us…trust in me, because if Doug’s stupid enough to come looking for you, I’ll kill him with my bare hands. I’ll protect you with my life, because I love you.”
Tears stung her eyes. She’d been so afraid to tell him the truth, confess her failures and her sins, for fear he’d turn his back on her. Kaitlin hadn’t realized that by cordoning off and trying to hide the ugly pieces of herself, she was building a bigger wall between them.
He bent and nudged his lips to hers with a kiss so tender and poignant she wanted to sob. Her body softly shuddered as she arched up and kissed him back. He gently traced his tongue over the seam of her lips, tempting her to open. She did and was swallowed up in an exquisite fire that was all Sky. A symphony of ravenous groans and desperate whimpers mingled in the sexually charged air.
“Give me all the shattered pieces of you, Katie,” he murmured, skimming kisses over her jaw and down her neck…adding to the mounting desire screaming inside her. “Let me inside your walls…to all those secret places inside you. Let me keep you safe, warm, and loved.”
A sob rolled off her lips. Sky’s heartfelt plea was like a battering ram, decimating all her defenses. “Take me…all of me. Let me love you and make you happy,” she begged in a hoarse and desperate tone.
The tension melted from his body as he lifted his hand from her wrists and loosened the knot of her robe. Parting the fabric with his fingers, the cool night breeze and the heat of his gaze sent a ripple through her. She watched him drink in every inch of her naked body and trembled when his calloused hands rasped over her flesh.
“Still so fucking beautiful. Christ, you’ve always made me happy,” he murmured. “Now it’s my turn to show you how happy I’ve wanted to make you.” Sky bent and claimed her mouth once more with a kiss so potent she dug her nails into his back to keep from floating off the ground.
He cradled her breast in his palm, careful to avoid her injured nipple, then benevolently began kneading her flesh with his hands. Their kiss grew urgent and wild as Kaitlin writhed beneath him, rocking her hips, silently begging for more. She needed his fingers, his mouth, his cock on her sex…anything to put her out of her misery. Sky slowly inched from her lips and drew back. Locked in a torrid gaze, their ragged breath billowed in the night air.
Awareness slowly seeped through her sensual haze, and Kaitlin wondered if she’d actually stepped off the ledge of sanity. If she made love to Sky, there would be consequences to pay… big ones. The path they were on led to destruction. She had to stop this now, before too much damage was done. Her brain implored her to get up and leave, but her body refused to budge.
“Don’t,” Sky ordered with a scowl. “Stop analyzing this, sweetheart. We both know it’s what we want. We’ve waited a long time to feel good together. Don’t ruin it, Katie. Just close off your thoughts…your doubts…and feel me again.”
Starting at her throat, he glided one finger in a tingling trail to the patch of curly, cropped hair at her mound. Her mouth went dry as she watched him stop and slowly peel off his shirt. The moonlight spilled over his dark skin in an irresistible glow of temptation as she trailed a gaze over his copious and bulging muscles. She wanted to sit up and slide her tongue over his hairless and sculpted body, but as he moved his fingers to the button of his jeans, she decided to lie still and enjoy the view.
Her palms itched to reach up and slide the zipper down to free his prominent erection, but she wasn’t sure if she should touch him or not. Her uncertainty seemed strange. Sky had always enjoyed the feel of her hands before, but something about him was different. He carried a strange commanding force that left her feeling as if she needed his permission. That only seemed to heighten her anticipation. The bizarre sensation turned her on even more.
To her dismay, he didn’t release his cock. Instead, he placed his wide, capable hands over her flesh once more and gently massaged her body. Kaitlin closed her eyes and savored the warmth of his generous affection.
“Does that feel good?” he taunted in a whiskey-smooth voice.
“Mmmm,” she moaned in answer.
“Keep your eyes open. Focus on me,” he instructed before gathering her hands and drawing them to his chest. “Touch me. I’ve waited an eternity to feel your hands on me again.”
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rgy arced up her arms as she feathered her palms over his sculpted shoulders, across his firm pecs, and down his rippled abs. His muscles bunched beneath her fingers. Kaitlin wanted to sing at the sheer perfection of his scrumptious body. Physical labor had sculpted him into a walking, breathing statue. While she explored his flesh, Sky reacquainted himself with hers. His fingers stroked the undersides of her breasts, caressing the swells with a feather-light touch. Each delicate glide only added to the growing fire inside her.
Clutching his sides, she lifted from the floor. Sitting up, she slid her tongue over the heated flesh of his pecs. Sky sucked in a hiss as she licked one hard, brown nipple, then the other. His salty, masculine flavor burst over her tongue, igniting the memory of the first time she’d taken him into her mouth…a time when she was brave and bold.
You still can be. You’re safe now.
“Sky…” she begged. The unrestrained hunger in her voice surprised her, but she was long past caring. Her foolish pride had been decimated. Need and desire filled her now.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Katie? Truly ready?” he asked in a hoarse tone laced with hesitation.
The fact that he’d even bothered to ask, that he cared enough to question if she were in a safe mental place, filled her with even more love for the man.
With his heady scent filling her senses and the taste of his flesh freshly branded on her tongue, Kaitlin nodded.
The air around them crackled like lightning as the heat of desire surged. With a silky soft stroke, Sky caressed his thumb across her stiff, aching nipples. Kaitlin sucked in a shuddering breath before leaning in to press an equally tender kiss over each of his own.
Cinching a fist in her hair, Sky squeezed. Pulses of pleasure raced to her clit as he tipped her head back and left a trail of smoldering kisses from the pulse point on her neck to the lobe of her ear. With a hungry growl, he nipped her fleshy lobe before cupping her chin and rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip. He gazed into her eyes.
“I’m going to take it all away, Katie. Kiss away the memory of his pain. Heal the wounds so you will open up and let me in again. Starting here.”
Settling his lips over her heart, Sky pressed firmly, as if drawing out the tortured ghosts trapped inside her. He worshiped her injured nipple before gently cupping her breasts in his palms and sliding his tongue over the bruises marring her flesh.
His desire to try and heal her physical and emotional damage touched her to the core. A tear slid down her cheek. And a bittersweet smile tugged the corners of his mouth as he stretched up to sip her tear between his lips. “It’s going to be all right, baby. I promise,” he murmured softly.
Enveloped in his reassurance and love, Kaitlin clung to the lifeline of hope Sky offered. For the first time in a long time, she began to believe she might actually survive the wreckage.
With slow, methodical strokes, he laved his way down her body, licking, sucking, and nibbling as he inched lower and lower. His long, inky hair whispered over her hot skin like a fan of tickling silk. Pausing, he nipped the thin flesh of her hipbone before laving his tongue to the patch of curls between her legs. Kaitlin held her breath, waiting…anticipating the feel of his warm, slick tongue delving in deep.
Without a word, Sky moved away, taking his heat and temptation. Kaitlin’s body and brain revolted until she realized he was holding out his hand. She didn’t know where he intended to take her, but it didn’t matter. She’d willingly follow him to the ends of the earth. Placing her hand in his palm, she let him lead her to the wide wicker couch in the gazebo. He helped her onto its thickly padded cushion. As he stared at her naked body, a glazed look of desire permeated his eyes. His massive chest heaved with labored breaths, and his cinnamon-colored flesh rippled in the moonlight. He looked like the warrior he was, virile and strong, and she wanted him…wanted him more than her next breath.
The bubbling, burning lust thrumming within felt as if she were being reborn. She’d spent so many years isolated, protecting herself, that Kaitlin had forgotten the delicious burn of sexual desire. Demand buzzed within as he crawled deeper and deeper inside her. It was almost frightening.
“This is crazy. What are we doing, Sky?” A lusty hoarseness laced her anxious whisper.
“Just getting reacquainted, darlin’.” Dropping to his knees, he inched his wide shoulders between her thighs.
“But what happens when—”
“Shh.” He cut off her question and brushed his fingertips over the curls between her legs. She watched her dark hairs sway, like wind rustling the leaves on a tree. “Sometimes all we’re given is a minute at a time. I’m going to grab hold of these moments with you…here and now for as long as they last.”
Working his roughened hands up the insides of her thighs, he awakened all the dormant desires inside her while erasing the questions and anxieties that plagued her brain. Spreading her legs open, he inhaled a deep breath. He licked his lips and pressed down, driving her knees toward her shoulders and lifting her backside off the cushions.
He brushed his lips up the insides of her legs. Kaitlin writhed and exhaled on a blissful sigh. She watched him place a finger in his mouth, coating it with saliva before gently swirling the wetness over her puckered opening. She gasped in surprise and bucked at the wicked sensation.
“He hurt you here, didn’t he?” Sky asked in a soft, cajoling tone.
Unable to find her voice, Kaitlin simply nodded, crying out when the slick, silky heat of his tongue replaced his finger. Tingles careened through her veins, blasting away her initial embarrassment as Sky licked and kissed her dark, crinkled flesh. Her sensitive nerve endings pulsed in a strange but euphoric prickling sensation. Her needy pussy contracted, grasping at nothing but air, and a pitiful whimper rolled off her lips.
Sky moaned, sending a decadent ribbon to vibrate outward that engulfed her clit with a sweet and depraved kind of torture. “Oh, god,” Kaitlin groaned, clutching his inky hair in her fingers.
He raised his head and met her gaze. Like twin torches of conquest, his eyes blazed with a fiery need. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Good in a nasty sort of way.”
“Yes,” she panted.
“I want to take all your dirty inhibitions and set them free,” he growled before dropping his head and swiping his tongue all the way up through her dripping folds.
Kaitlin cried out in delight. She nearly levitated off the couch as Sky lapped at her pussy and wrapped his lips around her swollen clit.
“Mmm,” he groaned. “You taste exactly as I remember…like the juice of a sweet, ripe peach,” he praised before wrapping his lips around her sensitive nub once more and lashing it with his tongue.
The flames inside climbed higher, and in seconds, she felt as if she were going to explode. But she wasn’t ready yet. She didn’t want these heavenly sensations to end this quickly. “Wait,” she gasped. “Stop. I can’t… It’s too much.”
A roguish grin spread across his glistening lips as he lifted his head. “I’m just warming up,” Sky taunted. “I’m going to make you shatter all night.” To prove his point, he inched two fingers into her fluttering core.
The muscles of her tunnel stretched. She let out a low, languid moan while she greedily milked and sucked his fingers. Thunder and lightning collided within, as the surge inside her grew violent and threatened to destroy her.
Circling her clit with his tongue, Sky eased a finger past the tightly drawn rim of her ass.
An explosion of sensations…wicked, wanton, and wild, assaulted her. Thrashing and writhing, unrestrained, she threw back her head and cried out in bliss. Pleasure ebbed and flowed, lashing her like an ocean wave that slammed against a jagged shore. Still, Sky delved even deeper while his relentless tongue worked her clit. She ground herself against him as she helplessly clung to the weakening threads of her control. Sky lifted his head. His mouth and chin were coated in a glistening sheen of her nectar.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers. Suck them with
your hot, silky walls. Fuck, it feels so good when you squeeze around me. It makes my cock scream to be inside you.” The desperation in his voice left her wanting him there, too. “I want all of you, Katie…want to feel you come apart for me. Give it to me. Shatter for me like you used to.”
His words scorched the already furious demand roiling inside her. Whimpers of desperation and need rippled from the back of her throat.
“Yes. That’s it, gorgeous. I can hear how close you are. Feel your soft, smooth walls fluttering all around me.” Sky bent and swiped his tongue over her clit, just once, before locking stares with her, licking his swollen, red lips. “Remember when we used to watch each other get off? I always loved watching you come. Do it for me, my love. Let me watch you fly.”
Wrapping his lips around her clit, Sky suckled deep. She sank her nails into his thick muscles as lights exploded behind her eyes. He ate at her like a man possessed as she lurched and rocked against his face. Dragged into the abyss, she bore down as each brutal wave crested and pulled her down further. Every muscle in her body went taut, and she trembled with the strain. Bowing, her shoulders drove into the cushions as violent explosions detonated through her entire body. Spasming in uncontrollable waves, her pussy clutched and released his imbedded fingers. Launched out of her body, she soared to the white-hot heavens as breathless cries ripped from her throat.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Failure is not falling down, it’s staying down.
-Renee Yohe
Sky’s cock grew impossibly harder, the skin stretching painfully beneath the rough denim. No amount of agony could draw his attention from the sublime feeling of Katie’s sweet pussy, convulsing, gripping, and kissing his buried fingers. The bite of her nails scoring his flesh only made him want to give her more. Pulling from her pussy and ass, he cupped his hands around her butt cheeks and raised her to his mouth. Slamming his tongue into her creamy, quaking center, he drank down her warm, slick cream and scraped his teeth over her distended clit. The sounds of her pleasure rang in his ears. Sky closed his eyes and savored the taste of her spicy nectar…the feel of her coming apart in his arms and all over his tongue.