by Anna Hackett
He knew she was skating close to the edge and she was liking it. “I give the orders, naughty girl.” He pulled his hand away.
She made a protesting cry, her wide brown eyes meeting his.
He cupped her jaw, tilting her head. “Get on your knees, Sienna.”
***
Sienna quivered. She was so turned on by Theron’s rough, raspy command. She was burning up.
She slid off his powerful thighs and knelt between his legs. She looked up at him and his face set in hard, unsmiling lines. His hazel eyes glittered.
“Take me out.”
Eagerly, she tore at the fastening of his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. She stared, her breath hitching again. He was so big.
“Touch it.” His voice sounded like gravel.
She circled his cock, running her hand over the silken hardness of him. She saw his body jerk and loved his reaction. She wasn’t the only one lost in the need.
“What else?” she whispered.
“You know what else. Suck it, naughty girl.” His big hand slipped into her hair, pulling her head gently to the side to give himself the perfect view.
Sienna leaned forward and sucked the big head of his cock inside her mouth.
She was fascinated with the shape and feel of him. The swollen head, the interesting ridges, the hardness. There was one thick vein running down the underside of his cock and she licked it, following it with her tongue. Then she moved back and sucked him back in.
She took more of him, forcing herself to relax. The way his big body trembled, the muscles in his thighs clenching, made her even hotter. She couldn’t wait to drive him over the edge and taste all of him.
“Goddammit,” he ground out. “You love it, don’t you? You love having my big cock in your greedy mouth.”
She sucked him harder and moaned around his cock.
Suddenly, he pulled her off him and yanked her up.
“No,” she cried.
“Be quiet.” He lay her back on the bed, his hand diving between her legs. His fingers filled her and her hips bucked upward. “There’s my naughty girl. You like it?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“This is mine now. Later, I’m going to lick you here.” He thumbed her clit and Sienna saw bright blotches of light explode in her vision.
“I’m going to suck this pretty little clit. I’m going to make you come over and over again.”
“No.” It sounded like the best torture. “More.”
“Which is it, Sienna?”
“More. I’m hurting, Theron.”
He climbed over her, his big, hard body covering hers. He nudged her legs apart, yanking one of her thighs around his waist. She felt his cock butt against her hot folds.
Then he stopped, and she thought she’d lose her mind.
“Your contraceptive implant still functioning?”
“Yes.”
“Beg me,” he growled.
“Please, Theron.”
“Please what?”
“Come inside me. Please, I want your cock inside me.”
“Not good enough.” He slapped her hip, hard enough to sting.
“Fuck me, Theron. Now!”
With a growl, he thrust into her, his thickness stretching her. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, naughty girl.”
He grabbed her hands and yanked them above her head, pushing them into the bed. And then his hips started thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her. He was so big, his penetration so all-consuming.
“Fuck, you are so tight and hot, Sienna.” His words were almost unrecognizable.
The sensations flooding her were driving her out of her mind. She bucked her hips up against him, trying to get more of him.
“Stay still.” He thrust into her harder, rougher than before.
Excitement coursed through her. She saw the control in his eyes, felt his strength. He was stronger than her, and that turned her on. He kept her pinned down, and that turned her on, too. His full lips, usually set in a straight line, curled with a harsh edge.
“Mine,” he growled. “To fuck as I please. Your mouth and pussy are mine.”
Excitement spiked, and she felt her body winding tighter. “No.” She made a few breathy, helpless sounds. The role-play ratcheted up her desire. “Let me go.”
“Hell no, naughty girl. I can’t wait to come inside you and shoot deep.”
Her breathless cries were punctuated by the slap of his flesh against hers as he thrust inside of her, deep and powerful. His breathing was harsh, perspiration covering them. She pushed against his wrists, gratified when his thrusts increased.
She felt her orgasm looming, bigger and stronger than ever before. “Theron.”
“That’s it, Sienna.” He slid one hand between their straining bodies, and she felt his finger graze her clit. She jerked and cried out. “Time for you to come all over my big cock.”
He tweaked her swollen clit again, and she just shattered. She felt tossed by a giant wave, and came with a sharp snap. He hammered into her now.
“Say my name,” he ordered. “Say it.”
“Theron!” She threw her head back.
He grunted, and she felt his body go tense. She watched his face as his release hit. Suddenly, he pulled out of her, and with two rough jerks, he came all over her belly.
“Fucking hell.” He dropped down onto the bed beside her and yanked her back against his side. She felt the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
She couldn’t move. Hell, didn’t want to move. She felt well-used, sexy as hell, and surrounded. Safe. She turned her head to look at his face. It had lost the hard edge, and looked surprisingly relaxed. She ran her tongue over her teeth feeling pretty pleased with herself. “So, did you get me out from under your skin?”
A sound vibrated through his chest. His fingers tangled in her hair, stroking. “Hmm, not sure. Thinking something still isn’t quite right.” Hazel eyes met hers, his fingers tracing down her cheekbone. “Think we’ll have to do it again.”
He sounded relaxed and content. That made her happy. “You weren’t…as rough as I’d imagined.”
Theron pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I was taking it easy.”
She froze. “You weren’t yourself?” She rolled over onto her belly. “You held back—?”
“Hey.” His hands slid down her side, curving possessively over her hip and buttock. “Sienna, I fucking loved it. I loved touching you, hearing the noises you made, the way your tight body clutched my cock.”
“But you weren’t—”
He gripped her chin. “I’m teasing you. I’m not a damn monster. You saw me get off. It’s covering your belly.”
She wrinkled her nose, her panic easing, and gave a little smirk. “Actually, it’s smeared all over my bed covers.”
“I’ll clean up the mess.” He climbed off the bed and headed into her bathroom.
Sienna rolled onto her back. When Theron returned, he was holding a washcloth. He stroked the cloth over her skin, cleaning her off. Her heart clenched.
“Theron, I don’t want you to hold back next time.” She wanted him to find some new pieces of herself.
Something flared in his gaze. He reared up, flipped her onto her belly and pushed her into the covers. She tried to move but he held her down with a big hand in the middle of her back.
She felt him looming behind her. His lips grazed her spine, his stubble scraping over her skin. He moved upward and by the time his lips brushed her ear, she was writhing. Slow and thorough. That was Theron.
“Don’t move.” A dark growl.
She couldn’t help herself, she giggled. He nipped her ear and she giggled again.
Suddenly, she felt his palm crack against her ass. She gasped, the shock and sting taking her by surprise. His hand smoothed over her cheek.
“Keep it up, naughty girl, and I’ll fuck you harder than you ever have been before.”
Chapter Ten
Sienna struggled beneath him.
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God, Theron loved holding her down, seeing how soft she looked compared to his strong hands. He slapped her ass again, and she tried to hide her moan in the covers.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“No,” she cried, but she was lifting her ass up to his palm.
He spanked her again and again. Between the sharp cracks of his palm, he caressed her, sliding his hands down her thighs and between her legs.
“You lying to me, naughty girl?” He growled the words, running his fingers through her wet folds. “You’re soaking wet.”
“No.”
“Yes.” He teased her. “Your clit is swollen.”
She got into the spirit of their play, wrestling against him. “Stop.”
He spanked her again, liking the pinkness of her ass cheeks. “You want this. You want me to force you?” He slid his hand between her thighs again. She parted her legs, pushing back, her breath coming in sharp pants. “Oh, yeah, my naughty girl likes it.”
“No, stop.”
“Shut up.”
“Stop, please.” She struggled again.
He leaned down, nipping at her shoulder, then her earlobe. “Keep struggling. It makes me harder.” He pressed against her, the dampness of his cock rubbing over the skin of her ass. “I can’t wait to take you, put my big cock in and shoot inside you.”
He grabbed her hips and yanked her up to her knees. He nudged her thighs apart with one of his own, then, without warning her, he slid inside her.
Sienna let out a long moan. God, she was so tight and hot. He started driving into her, brutal unforgiving thrusts.
“Say my name,” he demanded.
“No,” she choked out, even as she shoved her ass back against him.
He slid a hand into her hair, fisting it in her curls, and forcing her head back. Damn, desire was stamped on her face and she was lost in it. He slowed down, fucking her deep and thoroughly.
With each thrust, he heard her whimper.
“God…move,” she begged.
“Say. My. Name.”
“Theron. Please, move faster, Theron.”
He did, starting to lose his rhythm as his release grew in his body like a growling, hungry beast. He knew she was riding the edge, about to come. He slapped her ass one more time, and felt her explode. Her back arched and she screamed.
Theron pounded into her a few more times before he thrust deep and finished inside her.
He collapsed down beside Sienna, an arm and leg thrown over her prone body. What the hell had that been? Sure, it had been a while since he’d had sex, but he’d had some pretty varied and creative sex in his time.
No one had pushed him to the edge like his sweet Sienna, though. He looked at her and saw she’d pressed her cheek into the covers. Her eyes were closed, and she was panting.
He swallowed. Was she regretting it? Had he been too rough? He gripped her chin, pulling her face his way. “Okay?”
She smiled at him, her eyes opening, her gaze a little bit dazed and unfocused. “Better than okay. I…do you think you can be a little rougher next time?”
He sucked in a breath. God, she was perfect. He’d thought she wouldn’t want him like this, but she’d matched him step for step. “Sienna.”
She giggled now. “I loved when you spanked me. No one’s ever done that before. When you were fucking me, I could feel the scrape of your skin on my sensitive ass. And when you pulled my hair…” She nibbled on her lip.
He cupped her jaw. “Tell me.”
“The sting was only slight, but it made me more aroused.”
Hell. Some emotion bloomed in him. One he didn’t recognize, but made him feel damn good. One that pushed back the darkness he usually struggled with.
“We should get a bit of rest,” he told her.
“Oh.” She looked disappointed.
He tugged her closer, settling on the bed. “Even I need a bit of a break before I can fuck you again.”
She snuggled into him. “Okay. How do you like to sleep, Big T? Spooning? On your own side?”
“Don’t know.”
She lifted her head. “What do you mean?”
“Never shared my bed with a woman. I…usually leave after the fun’s over.”
Her brown eyes flickered. “Do you want to go?”
He yanked her so she sprawled against his chest. “Nope.”
She settled into him and Theron decided he could spend every night drifting off to sleep to the sound of Sienna’s quiet breathing.
***
Sienna woke up balanced precariously on the edge of the bed.
Theron wasn’t lying when he said he’d never shared a bed. He was taking up the entire thing. The only thing stopping her from tumbling to the floor was the hard band of Theron’s arm around her waist.
She heard a soft beeping from somewhere in the room. She remembered that he’d set an alarm, so they wouldn’t miss the barbecue. That was after he’d finished fucking her on the table. She licked her lips. He’d pressed her down on the surface and kept her hands clasped in the small of her back while he’d taken her. Almost like she’d been tied up.
And she’d loved every second.
“Hey, Big T, time to get ready for the party.” She nudged him and heard him grunt.
She slipped out from under his arm and headed for the bathroom. She was more than a little sore, but she loved it. From the ache between her legs to the slight burn on her backside.
After a quick shower, she stepped out and watched him shaving with her razor, only a white towel around his hips. She let her eyes linger on the muscles in his back.
“You keep looking at me like that—” his gaze met hers in the mirror “—we won’t just be late, we’ll miss the party entirely.”
“We can’t miss it. They’ll be waiting for us.” She made a shooing motion. “Go, get dressed and I’ll meet you in the hall.”
He turned, took a step in her direction. She went damp, wondering what other magical, sexy, and dirty things he could do to her.
He cursed under his breath. “See you in five minutes.”
“I need fifteen.” She set her hands on her hips. “I’m a woman.”
His gaze drifted down her towel-clad body. “Yes, you are.” When his eyes met hers, the gold in them looked molten-hot. “After the party…”
The suggestion hung there, taut, and hot. She nodded, her voice breathy. “After the party.”
Once he’d left, she rummaged through her closet. She yanked on some pretty blue underwear. She needed something pretty, but secretly sexy. She paused, smiling. Theron was hers. Her smile widened.
She pulled out a white dress with a cinched-in waist, a fuller skirt that hit just above her knees, and thin straps. It was simple, with a neckline that dipped enough to give a hint of cleavage, and the color was a perfect contrast with her dusky skin. She swiped on a tiny bit of makeup, left her hair out in a mass of curls, and spritzed on her favorite perfume.
Sienna twirled in front of her mirror. Not bad.
Theron was leaning against the wall in the corridor. “Ready?”
She closed her door. “Ready.” Heat bloomed inside her. That seemed to happen whenever she looked at him. It didn’t matter if he was wearing his armor or casual clothes. He’d pulled on well-worn jeans that hugged his mighty-fine ass and legs, and a navy-blue cotton shirt that stretched over his broad chest. He was mouthwatering, and all hers.
His gaze raked over her as he pushed away from the wall. He fingered the thin strap of her dress. “Pretty.”
Where his fingers brushed against her, her skin tingled. “Thanks.”
All of a sudden, he dropped down on one knee, his face level with her belly. Her breath hitched.
“What are—?”
He circled one of her ankles and slid his hands up her leg—calf, knee, thigh. The desire that slammed into her was shocking. Anyone could walk into the corridor and see them. How could she feel this much again, so soon? The man had spent sever
al hours inside her, and had made her orgasm so many times she’d lost count.
His fingers brushed her inner thigh, and then across the satin of her panties. He looked up at her, hooking one finger in the elastic. “I want these.”
Sienna knew it wasn’t a request. Her belly fluttering like it was filled with butterflies, she let him slide her panties down her legs. She pressed a hand to his shoulder, as he helped her step out of them. He stood, brought the panties up, stroking the silky fabric for a second before he stuck them in the pocket of his jeans.
“Now we’re ready to go,” he told her.
They headed down the corridor. She’d always known that there was more to Theron, something a little darker. But over the last year and a half, she’d never guessed at the sexy man beneath his tough, solid façade.
They reached a tunnel where the small carriages that led up the escarpment to the Garden waited. They settled in, side-by-side, and the autonomous vehicle moved along the tunnel, heading upward.
The tunnel was dark, lit at intervals by soft lights on the wall. There were signs of the original purpose of the tunnels here—pipes strung along the roof, patches of dark coal in the wall.
A second later, a big hand started bunching up the skirt of her dress, and Sienna closed her eyes. His hand stroked her thigh again, and then he wasted no time sliding a finger through her curls.
“I want to know you’re wet for me while we’re at the party.” His voice was deep. “So wet that it’s making your thighs sticky.”
So dirty. She licked her lips and let her legs fall apart.
He rubbed her clit before sliding a thick finger inside her. He worked it in and out, before sliding in a second one. She controlled a gasp. Theron had very big hands.
Then, she felt the vehicle slow, and his fingers slid out of her. Her eyes popped open, and she made a small cry to protest the loss of him. She felt empty, wanting.
He was smiling at her. “We’re here.” He smoothed her dress down.
Ahead was the door leading into the Garden. Sienna composed herself as best she could, and prayed her legs would hold her. Walking beside Theron, the two of them entered the Garden. And damn the man, her thighs were sticky.