by S. J. McGran
What I want is Rico naked and inside of me, thrusting, making good on his promises of me screaming his name, and I want it all right now. I need it right now before I break, shatter with the need coursing through me.
The door slams behind me with a bang, and not for the first time tonight I find myself with my back against the wall. Only this time Rico doesn’t use his mouth to tease and torture. This time he uses his hands to strip me bare.
He makes quick work of the billowy top I had on, his calloused fingers gliding around my ribs to reach the clasp of my bra. There’s something insanely sexual and hot about the way the material slowly falls to the floor, when everything about tonight has been fast and heavy. The button and zipper on my jeans come down next, Rico drops to his knees in front of me as he shimmies them down my legs.
Not wasting a second of time he grabs one leg tossing it over his shoulder and before I can protest, before I can beg him to stop doing something I’ve never done, his mouth is on me. His delicious lips suck on my sex, his tongue tracing the edges of my folds. I want to be embarrassed, I want to be ashamed, but the pleasure is too good.
Especially when… “Oh, God.” Especially when his tongue laps at my clit, pressing hard and then easing into small circles. My hands seize the back of his head bringing him closer to me, keeping him where I never thought I’d let him go, but where I wish he’d stay forever.
The soft, wet sensation of his tongue on me is so at odds with the way his rough hands feel as they skate up the back of my thighs, clutching my ass and pulling my body impossibly closer to his mouth.
Over and over again he licks, sucks, and occasionally bites me until I can hardly stand on my own, until my body is shaking with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt. Until, as promised, his name rips through my throat in a breathless scream, “Rico, god, yes.”
My knees shake when I come down from my high, but Rico is right there to catch me. Standing quickly he wraps me in his strong arms and carries me into the other room, his magical mouth kissing my throat and shoulder all the while.
One arm leaves my body and a loud crash echoes through the apartment. Turning my head, I see a mess of books, mail and even a now broken vase scattered on the floor. Crinkling my eyes in confusion I look up at the man who just shattered my world, the man whose eyes are telling me he’s going to do it again.
The feel of cool wood startles me as Rico lies me down on the dining room table. Without words or preamble Rico grabs a condom out of his wallet, his own clothes ripped off of him with practiced precision. Damn, he’s a beautiful man. His wide chest is sculpted and hard, that damn V-muscle that makes all women crazy stares at me, making my mouth water.
I catch my lip between my teeth as I watch him stroke himself a few times before sliding the rubber down his impressive length. He’s dark and thick, the head is an angry purple color begging for release. My mouth waters just looking at him.
A tangy, metallic taste covers my tongue and I realize I was so caught up in the sexy sight that is a naked Rico Jones I bit my lip too hard, causing it to bleed. “Fuck, Riley,” Rico growls before leaning down to meet my eager lips. His tongue sneaks out, licking my lips and the tiny drop of blood there. “You’re so goddamn sexy.”
He keeps kissing me. His hands keep stroking, groping, burning my skin where he touches me. My body is high. It’s on fire.
“Baby, tell me this is okay. Tell me you want me.”
I let out a low groan as the sensations overwhelm me. His touch. His words. His body. “I want you, Rico. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
His large presence pushes me back onto the table until I’m lying flat on my back. The head of his cock pushes against my opening begging for entrance, slowly he pushes inside of me. My eyes close at the pressure—it’s been too long, he’s too big. Sensing my worries Rico does what he does best to distract me.
He uses his mouth.
This time those full lips close around my nipples. His teeth scrape lightly causing my back to arch and a hiss of breath to slip out. My breasts are a little more than a handful to the average size man, but they completely disappear when Rico’s hands cover them.
“I can’t hold back, baby. I’ve wanted you for too long.” At that, he slams into me until he’s fully seated against me. My vision blurs with the burst of pain he caused but the longer he moves inside of me, the faster the pain fades. It’s replaced by need, hot, heavy need. Wrapping my legs around him, I dig my heels into his ass urging him on—harder, faster, deeper.
“More, Rico.”
His hands on my hips guide me to the edge of the table where he uses them for leverage. Holding onto me tightly he crashes into me over and over again. The table legs scrape against the floor beneath us, on particularly hard thrusts it creaks and a small part of my brain wonders if it’s going to break.
“Is this what you wanted, Kit? You want me to fuck you until you can’t think?”
My fingernails dig into the wood, my back arches higher at his words, at the sensations. “Fuck, yes. Rico. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
One thick finger finds its way to my clit, where it works circles over me. That one tiny touch sends me over the edge, my mouth opens in a silent scream, my eyes roll back and I’m blinded by a burst of color as the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced rushes through me.
“Riley.” Rico follows behind me with his own release. Chanting my name in a sweet prayer. A curse. A threat.
A promise of more.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Rico
Holy shit. This girl is going to be the death of me. I will never forget the way she screamed my name, the way she begged me to give it to her harder. Looking down at the sweet girl whose eyes are still closed, her chest heaving for breath and I already want to go another round.
And then, I notice the claw marks in my dining room table.
A smug as hell grin takes over my entire face. I did that. I turned this usually timid, innocent girl into a fucking vixen. My Kit, my feisty little kitten, brought her claws out tonight and left her mark.
On my table. In my heart.
Finding the last bit of energy I have, I scoop her into my arms and carry her back to my bedroom. Placing her down gently in the middle of my bed, I try to walk away but her smooth skin calls to me. My lips move from her throat, up her jaw, over her cheeks. That damn sound that drives me crazy leaves her lips lazily as she fights sleep. With one more kiss to her forehead, I force myself out of the room.
By the time I get back from the bathroom—from cleaning up and getting rid of the condom—Riley is fast asleep. Leaning against the doorjamb I watch her for a few minutes—it’s not often the tables turn and she gets to be the one scrutinized. I may ask her questions during my sessions, may push her to open up but she’s always holding back. She only gives me a little here and there, without ever fully exposing herself.
Watching her sleep curled into a tiny ball, naked as the day she was born, on my bed is as exposed as she’ll ever be and I find myself wishing there was a way to keep her, just like this.
When she rolls onto her back, giving me the most glorious view of her body, I become completely transfixed. I’ve always loved a girl with curves, I want something to grab on to and Riley has plenty of those. My eyes skate up her short, but strong runner’s legs and over the gentle swell of her hips. Her waist is narrow and her stomach flat, but it’s soft and feminine and I love that little imperfection. Her breasts are a little less than a handful but damn if I didn’t love the way they felt in my palm earlier.
For months I’ve tried—and failed—to envision what her clothes have been hiding from me, all the while obsessing over the only curve I actually have been able to see. The sensitive skin, where her neck meets her shoulder, has been tempting me for months to taste her. I smirk a little at the red mark starting to show there, evidence of just how damn good that skin tasted when I finally got my mouth on it.
A sigh filters through the
room as she relaxes further into the bed and I know I should let her rest, I know she’s exhausted –shit I’m exhausted—but the longer I stare at her, at all that smooth skin, the harder my dick gets and the farther back in my mind exhaustion gets.
Before I can think about it, before I can stop it my feet are carrying me across the room. Starting at her ankles I kiss my way up her legs and over those delicious curves, loving the sleepy noises she makes.
When I reach the juncture of her thighs, I find it in me to keep moving north. I want to show this girl how much she means to me. This girl that has been hurt and disrespected and violated—she deserves to know she’s worthy and beautiful. I want to show her how good we can be together, prove to her that I’ll take care of her, protect her. Cherish her.
My tongue laps at her breasts, teasing her nipples. Pulling back I blow on them gently causing blood to rush to my dick when they pucker and harden. Moving higher I use my tongue to soothe the red mark I left on her neck earlier, careful not to bite or suck on it again.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, Riley? Do you even know how perfect you are?” I whisper into the darkness, unsure if she’s awake enough to hear me or not, and not really caring either way. The words are for her, but they’re for me, too. Even if I only get tonight, this sweet, beautiful, perfect girl gave herself to me. How the hell did I get so lucky?
Her eyes flutter open slowly trying to blink away the sleep. She brings her hands up to palm my face, using them to pull me down to her mouth. Every single kiss we’ve shared tonight has been laced with red, hot desire. They’ve been fast and hard and needy.
This kiss, this tender caress we share is sweet and emotion filled. I have no idea where this is going to go with Riley—I know what I want, I want Riley. For a long damn time. I want her to be mine. But, I have no clue where she stands. Not really anyway.
Pulling back I reach over to the nightstand for a condom. “Let me,” Riley’s voice is quiet, unsure but her eyes are begging me to let her do this. Sitting back on my heels I give her the room she needs. My eyes close when her small hand wraps around my cock, she gives me a few good pumps before sliding the condom on.
The first time was about release, finally doing something about the sexual tension bouncing between us for so long. My hips moved fast, her nails dug into the table, her heels into my ass. It was not pretty and it definitely wasn’t sweet and tender.
This time I want to take my time, to savor the way she feels wrapped around me. How perfectly her tiny body fits underneath mine. Loving the stark differences in her pale skin and my darker complexion when my hands brush over her.
Gone is the wild need, the fast thrusts. Lowering over her I slide into her gently, my hips rocking into her slowly, deeply. Her own hips tilt up to meet mine, meeting me thrust for thrust. Earlier her hips were greedy, but at this moment it’s like she can’t get close enough to me. She wants to feel us, this energy, this connection we have just as much as I do.
Her eyes close as pleasure runs through her, a moan starting deep in her throat.
“Riley.” Her name is no more than a whisper begging her to come back to me, open up to me. “Open your eyes, baby.” Blinking them open she pins me with her hazel eyes that hold so much emotion. I feel like I’m drowning in her, sinking, barely keeping my head above water.
Every single emotion her eyes are telling me I feel, too. Lust. Need. Desire. Want. More. I don’t love this girl yet—I couldn’t possibly—but damn it if my heart isn’t fighting me on this one. Fighting me hard to let her in, to give her all of me.
Words bubble out of me, I’m unable to hold them back as an overwhelming need to let her know how I feel takes over. “I’m going to fight for you, Kit. I’m going to fight until you break down and let me in completely. I want you, all of you.”
Her lips quirk in a tiny smile, her eyes getting glossy with unshed tears. “It’s not going to be easy.”
Brushing soft kisses across her face I whisper against her skin, “I know, but it’s worth it. You’re worth every single scratch and bruise, baby. I’m not giving up on you.”
For long moments, we just stare at each other, no words, no sounds. Just the gentle rocking of our hips joining us in ways our hearts are too afraid, too stubborn to do.
Her eyes fill with tears and for a moment I’m afraid I’ve pushed too far this time, but then her words hit me, “I need you, Rico. Promise you won’t stop fighting?”
“Never.”
We both fall apart at our whispered promises. Our orgasms slow and calm, overwhelming in their own way.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Riley
“Mmm.” There’s that scent again. That Rico-scent that makes me crazy. Rolling onto my back I stretch my sore, overworked limbs. It’s been a long time, a long time since they’ve been used and Rico worked them over good last night. A sated smile plays at my lips as I replay scenes from last night.
It was good. So damn good.
The rough, needy, greedy sex was delicious and much needed after the months of sexual tension between us, but the way he made love to me afterward was breathtaking. The words love and Rico bounce around in my mind a few times and I wait for the panic to overtake me but it never comes.
There’s no other way to describe what that was other than lovemaking. He was slow and gentle, sweet. He made promises to me that I intend on holding him to. I didn’t realize how alone I felt, how badly I needed someone to care for me until Rico held me in his arms and promised to fight.
I have to remind myself this is the second time he’s promised that and he didn’t do much fighting the first time. Something about last night felt different though. The walls came down, the fears and doubts were left behind. We both opened our hearts and our eyes to what is really here, what we could have and I think, I truly believe this time when he says he’ll fight he means it.
And, I’m done waiting around. I’m going to fight for him, just as hard as he’s going to fight for me.
After taking one more hit of his scent that lingers on his pillows I push up to a sitting position, only then realizing I’m alone. Grabbing a discarded t-shirt from the floor, I throw it on, loving the way it falls almost to my knees when I stand up.
Lazily I shuffle my feet down the hallway. The closer I get to the kitchen the stronger the smell of syrup and coffee gets. Just as I start to pass the dining room on my quest to the caffeinated goodness, I notice something unusual about his table.
Stopping in my tracks I take a step toward the table to examine the wood more closely. There are nail marks, claw marks in the wood. Holy shit. The insecure, jealous girl in me rears her ugly head the longer I stand there and stare.
I knew Rico was much more experienced than me, and I could only guess at the type of girls he’s brought home in the past, but this just proves it. He’s so far out of my league. I can’t compete with… that.
Rico’s arms wrap around me from behind causing me to jump, his lips caress the skin just below my ear as he whispers, “Just add that to my list of reasons for calling you Kit.”
I stand there completely immobile as shock and confusion course through me. “I did that?” The disbelief is clear in my voice.
His warm chuckle vibrates down my back. “Yeah, baby. That was all you.” With one more kiss to my neck, he spins me around in his arms so I’m facing him. “Wait, who did you think did it?”
My eyes go wide as I take in his words, really take in his words. I did that. I left claw marks on his table. Holy shit. Who am I? Embarrassment floods me, my face burning with it. Bringing my hands up, I cover my face, wishing more than anything I could crawl into a hole and never come back out. “Oh my god, Rico. I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you a new table, or get this one fixed. Something.”
This time he doesn’t hold back. His laughter rings out loud and unrestrained causing my blush and humiliation to grow. I let out a groan at the situation; my eyes watering with unshed tears at the absolute mortification of ru
ining some guy’s table and then having them laugh at you about it.
Rico’s hands tug on my wrists making me drop my hands from my face, still I refuse to look at him instead dropping my chin into my chest. But, of course, he’s having none of that. Gripping my chin between his fingers he tilts my head up until my eyes meet his. He’s still smiling but it’s not with humor or malice, he’s looking at me like I’m… everything.
“Kit, baby. Don’t be sorry. That,” he gestures to the table behind me, “Is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You made me feel like a goddamn king when I saw those last night.” Leaning down he takes my lips in a sweet, but steamy kiss letting me know with his caress how much he means what he says. Pulling back he looks down at me, the playfulness back in his chocolate gaze. “Every time I sit here I won’t be able to see anything but you absolutely crazy with pleasure. Pleasure I gave you. I’m not going to be able to eat at this table ever again without getting a fucking hard on,”
I’m still slightly embarrassed, but I do my best to shake it off. He said those claw marks made him feel like a king, but the pleasure he gave me last night and the way he’s looking at me right now, make me feel like a woman and that is something I haven’t felt in a very long time.
“A king, huh?” I try to flirt back with him in all my awkwardness, to show him I can laugh about this, too.
“Royalty, baby.” He gives me that crooked grin and flashes me a wink, and I think I might have just swooned a little bit.
Leaning up on my tiptoes I whisper in his ear, “You made me feel beautiful.” I know it’s not particularly flirty, or sexy but it’s the truth.
He growls low and hungry before picking me up and placing me on the table, my hands resting on the claw marks I left there. His brown eyes stare into me willing me to believe him, to hear him. “You are beautiful, you’re so damn beautiful it hurts.” He drops his forehead to mine, his voice rough with a tinge of anger, “I hate him for making you believe you’re not beautiful, Riley. I’ll do whatever I can to make you see yourself the way I see you.”