by L. C. Dean
“So noted.” He nibbled his way to the sensitive hollow at the base of her spine. “I promise not to disappoint.”
Strong teeth sank into her ass cheek. A sharp pain shot through her to coil around and tighten in her pussy. She cried out and tried to get closer to him, eager for more. “Quit playing and fuck me already!”
He laughed, the sound rich and deep, but did not hurry his explorations. The slight stubble on his cheeks raked her skin deliciously when he sank to his knees. Firm lips explored her legs with deliberate slowness. Her body screamed for him to get on with it, but he did not cease his gentle torture. Callused fingers drifted over her sensitized skin in a tickling journey. Fire sparked then roared along her nerves. When his tongue joined the play, her body quivered in anticipation.
She tried to turn, needed to see him, but the restraints kept her stretched out for his pleasure. “Faster. Damn it, I need you inside me.”
“In time. Don’t rush me.” He rose then and draped his solid body over hers, his cock thick and hot where it nuzzled her hungry slit. His breath smelled of whiskey and something spicy—masculine and enticing. He kissed his way up her neck to her ear, his breath warm. “When you come, and I assure you, you will, you’re going to fucking explode.”
Hating and loving the power he held, she pushed her face deeper into the cradle of her arms. He fisted her hair and tugged until she twisted to look at him. God, he was gorgeous, better looking than any other lover she’d ever had. Unfortunately, he knew it. “You’re kind of an arrogant bastard, cowboy.”
“Nope, just confident that I can make you scream my name.” His sexy grin softened his strong features as he bucked his hips against her. She gasped and tried to loosen the bindings, desperate for him to take her. Mischief deepened the laugh lines around his eyes. “I’m Jet by the way. Wanna tell me your name?”
“Not particularly. People call me Ink.”
“I don’t care what other people call you. Tell me who you are.”
“No.”
He slipped his hands beneath her and found her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers and thumbs, steadily increasing the pressure while he studied her face, seeking a reaction. Unable to resist, she lifted as far as she could, offering him a bit more room to play. Her body wept in silent betrayal, and she whimpered like a greedy slut.
“You like that, beautiful?” Shifting his hips, he stroked her higher; pinching her nipples with delicious, nearly painful twists; fucking her without entering her.
The skin on her back dampened. Heat and desire made them both sweat. A sob tore from her, and she wiggled for more. “Damn it. Make me fucking come, ya big bastard.”
With a laugh that clarified his own desire, he nipped at her ear. “Tell me your name.”
“I can’t…I don’t…I can’t take much more.” Her entire body throbbed, begging for his cock to ram into her—in her cunt or ass, anywhere she might find relief from the growing need.
“Give me your name.”
He traced her ear with the tip of his tongue then blew softly over the moist flesh. Every nerve ending pleaded for anything to assuage the relentless exhaustion and quiet the insecurities that would not allow her rest. If it took telling him her name, so be it. “Bella! No one realizes it’s my name. They think it just means—”
“Beautiful.” He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Beautiful Bella, would you like me to make you come now?” He slid back down her body, licking and kneading as he went.
Words would not form into a complete thought. When he spread her folds and tongued her from clit to anus, a plea rode an erotic sigh. “Please….”
His magic mouth teased her close to insanity, and his thumb rubbed her clitoris with increasing pressure. Still she needed…had to have him. Writhing beneath his attentions, she hovered on the edge. “Fuck me!”
“Condom.” Jet groaned and stood. “I don’t—”
“On the desk.”
He fumbled in the bowl before his hand stilled.
“I’m waiting.”
“You do this often?”
“God! Must we dance with your ego, right now?” When he still hesitated, she glared. “I roll the condoms over my stylus. They fit better than sleeves and are easier to grip. Satisfied?”
His grin flashed. “I will be the second you come around my dick.”
He dropped his underwear and stroked the snug protection over his hard cock. The passion his mental detour had weakened roared back to life. The man made her wet and impatient, kept her on edge when she felt ready to break. “That’s not going to happen until you—”
He stepped behind her and rammed to the hilt, his balls slapping against her. Whatever she intended to say vanished from her head. Her pussy stretched to welcome him, and she buried her face between her arms once more.
Strong fingers played over her hips while he fucked her in slow easy strokes. She would never come that way. The leisurely pace drove her nearly insane. Each inward glide, every sensual retreat, teased her G-spot. When he worked a hand between her and the bench to find her clit, she nearly lost it, but relief continued to hover beyond reach. “Faster—harder. Damn it!”
“Whatever you need.” His compliance caught her by surprise. He leaned over her and increased his speed. All complaints flew away. He slammed in and out, his cock head kissing her cervix with each thrust. His fingers rubbed her nub almost raw. “Let go, Bella.”
His rough possession slammed her forward though there was nowhere to go. The world lost its sharp edges. Her mind hummed and screamed and danced and…. “Oh God, Jet. Yes, like that. Don’t stop!” Everything blurred, soft and sexy, before it exploded to white then faded to black.
When Bella went limp, Jet pulled from her fist-tight channel and groaned at the loss of her wet heat. He removed the belt around her legs and slowly massaged the blood back into her thighs. His entire body ached for release, but he fought to keep the orgasm at bay. She smelled and felt like a goddess in his arms, and he never wanted to let her go. Like I have a choice. Come morning she’d be gone. He intended to make sure she never forgot him.
Moving to the head of the table, he trailed his fingertips up her spine, and she whimpered. “Shh, I’m not going anywhere.”
As he untied her, she rolled her head to the side so she could study him. “You didn’t come.”
“Not yet.”
“Yet? I don’t know how much more I can take.”
Her open stare took his breath away. He scooped her into his arms, unable to resist touching her. “One more, my way.” Hooking his toe under the base of her work stool, he rolled it close and sat down, arranging her on his lap, face to face, her long legs wrapped around his hips. She leaned into him, tension gone, and his pride rose at having given what she needed.
With her mouth against his throat, she rocked her wet slit up and down his cock. “If you don’t hurry, I’m gonna fall asleep.”
Pressing his middle finger into her dripping pussy, he searched for her tiny inner trigger. When she shuddered and jerked, he chuckled then worked his cock inside her once more. His knuckle scraped his sensitive dick, and the added thickness made her opening even tighter. He set the rhythm he favored, slow enough to savor the moment. Anxious to make her come again, he found her clit with his thumb and flicked it back and forth, urging her to let go. Bella whimpered and sighed while he played her.
“Have you ever squirted before, beautiful?”
She looked at him then rested her head back on his shoulder. “That doesn’t really happen.”
He took that as a no—and a challenge. He tapped his finger against her G-spot, firm and steady, in time with each inward drive of his dick. She writhed, her color heightened, and her breath gasped from her lungs in shallow puffs.
“You’re so close, you’re leaking. Can you feel how much wetter you are? Give in, Bella.”
Still she thrashed, trying to hurry him, but he would not rush. Refusing to blend with her other lovers, he had to feel h
er come his way. He ground his fingertip into her nerves while his thumb paid homage to her clit and his cock worshipped her quivering pussy.
Then it happened. Her back arched and she screamed his name. Another orgasm swept through her. Cum gushed over his thighs in a warm, satisfying surge. He held her close, bracing for his own orgasm. Then it slammed into him. He pulsed with blissful release. So hot, pure, and consuming.
When Ink’s tremors faded to a few random shivers, he slipped from her body and stood to carry her to the bedroom. The ability to speak seemed to have deserted her. She could only cling to him as he stripped off the condom and stood her in the shower. Every muscle refused to answer even the slightest command. Normally she would kick a man out immediately after sex, but normal or ordinary did not apply to the Nordic god in her tiny bathroom. Rough yet efficient hands soaped them both before rinsing the suds away. Still she held on to him, her lifeline in a world too hazy to be controlled.
“Hush, I won’t let you fall.”
She fought to control the weariness sweeping through her. Soft terry cloth rubbed water from her skin, and strong arms lifted her briefly before laying her down on the unmade bed. An unrelenting hand cupped her head and snuggled her cheek against a broad shoulder as fatigue finally gave way and she lost conscious thought.
Early morning sun shone in Jet’s eyes, and he rolled from the bed to pull the curtain. Bella remained limp—sexy, relaxed, and…naked. Grabbing the rumpled sheet from the end of the bed, he tucked her in so she wouldn’t miss his warmth. His cock rose and the need to rouse her with his tongue on her tempting pussy weakened his resolve to let her rest. Quietly, he went to the main room to dress.
Erotic thoughts of the night before flooded his mind, but she had made it clear she didn’t want him around when she woke. He slipped one of her business cards into his hip pocket and started for the door before the urge to kiss her one more drove him back to her side. His hand looked big next to her delicate features, pale from sleep. Careful not to wake her, he brushed a feather-soft kiss over her mouth.
“Good-bye, my beautiful Ink. Sleep well.”
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Although L.C. currently resides in Minnesota, South Dakota remains home on many levels and will forever hold a place in her heart. She loves to write but her day job keeps her from it more often than she would like. If you get a moment, drop her a note. She always loves to hear from readers.
You can visit L.C. at:
http://lcdean.blogspot.com
Contents
Title page
Runaway Virgin
Whipped Puppy
Public Adoration
Beautiful Ink