Pushing Limits (Fighting Love: Book 1)
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I wrap my arms around him to run my hands over two splendid rock hard cheeks. Kneading the orbs as my tongue glides over his abs, breathing in the mix of hay, fresh linen, and a spring breeze. Grazing his stomach with tiny kisses, the taste of his skin is a hint on my lips. His erection nestles between my breasts, nudging me in an attempt to get my attention. The heady mix of the heat of his skin, the taste of him, the feel of his skin on my lips sends a charge through me.
Damn, he tastes so good. I could lick every inch of him. The way his skin feels against my tongue is delicious. Some parts smooth, others not.
His hungry voice breaks through my thoughts, “Your lips are so hot. Those kisses feel like bites of fire.” My breath hitches from his words, from his tone.
The bed creaks, and I feel his weight next to me. The darkness forces my other senses to take over. I place my hand in front of me, running my fingers over hard, firm legs and knees. The touch from my hand leaves me wanting more. My lips flutter over his legs as the soft hair tickles my skin. I circle behind him and run my hands over his back and around to his front, my nipples graze against his back, sending a surge to my clit as I use my mouth to explore his body. I lick tiny kisses over his shoulder and end with a quick bite. I hear a sharp intake of air. I love that sound. My mouth spreads into an evil grin.
Moving down to his arms, I kiss his bicep, and nibble. My lips crawl through crevices and ripples, moving over his body in a leisurely stroll of touches and tastes. I find his neck. Shit his neck. I could live here. Nestled in the crux of his neck, I breathe in his scent. Kissing his warm skin, the taste of him intoxicates me. His soft moans and the sudden feel of his hand in my hair makes me wet. I nuzzle into that sweet spot, kissing and licking as the silk of the blindfold caresses my skin. The darkness shuts everything out but him. God, he tastes so good. Feeling his short beard with my hand, I slide my fingers through it, feeling the softness, like a cuddly bear. I bite the crux of his neck and that garners a growl. Lowering my voice, I ask, “Do you like that?”
“Too much.” He says through gritted teeth.
I bite the other side, licking the assaulted spot, and blowing hot breath against his skin.
“Darlin’, if you keep doin’ that,” he warns, “I won’t be able to sit still any longer.”
Hmmm, really? If I bite him again will he jump me? Better not…he’ll probably tie me down and I won’t be able to use my hands…it’s tempting though.
I kiss and lick my way up to his ear. Whispering against his ear, I ask, “Do you like it when I kiss you here?” My nipples pebble against his back, shooting heat to every part of my body, teasing him.
“Yes.” His growl is low in his throat now and my nubs harden more.
The unforgiving darkness behind the blindfold intensifies his moans. I can hear the hitch of his breath, feel the pumping of his heart against my chest, and I drown in the sensations. I lick his earlobe and whisper, “Do you like it when I bite it?”
“Yes.” He grinds the word out. The word sends pulses straight to my clit. The tiny bundle of nerves throbs as blood rushes and pulses through it.
I nibble his earlobe and whisper into his ear with my hot breath. “Do you want me to suck your cock, baby?”
“Ok, that’s it,” he says, his voice low and rough. My hands are flung above my head, taking my breath away. Silk slides around my wrists, I can’t move my arms. His hands are on me, hungry, running over my breasts, palming, kneading. “Let’s see how well you do when someone tortures you, little girl.” The low rumble of his voice sends chills up my back, the words sensually caress my skin.
I expect a full assault, his weight on me, hands rough and demanding. Nothing. For a few minutes, there is only the sound of his breath and the pumping of my heart.
His touch is feather light as the tips of his fingers glide over my nipples, my stomach, stopping at the top of my cleft. His kisses are light and jump from my arms to my legs, back to my neck, and down to my thigh. He’s everywhere and then gone. It’s fucking maddening.
His mouth slants on mine and I push against him with my body, desperate to create friction to spur an attack. My legs tangle with his as I grind my pelvis against him. The need pulses in my pussy, a tormenting hollow ache.
I melt into him as he kisses me. His tongue explores mine, and his lips brush kisses up my neck, between my tits, down my stomach. Hot. Wet. My back arches trying to entice him to do more, to settle between my legs. I crave his touch. Ignoring my body’s demands, he kisses my hips and knees, delicious tiny licks, teasing me. Bastard.
The agonizing ache burns through me. My skin heats with every kiss, every lick. “Tommy, please,” I plead.
“Sit still. I am going to have you beggin’ a lot harder than that soon enough.”
“Don’t’ you want to taste me? I’m so wet. Please?”
“No.” His resounding voice agitates my pussy. It begs for his attention. I squirm and wiggle hoping to create some friction. “Sit still for me, darlin’. I’m not above anchoring your legs to your elbows. I’ll spread your pussy wide open, so I can play, and you won’t be able to move a muscle.” His sexy baritone slides over me like a shiver on my spine.
My mind draws the picture and when it does, I murmur, “Fuck, that’s so hot.”
“Oh, darlin’, don’t tempt me.” His hands move over my tits, and they’re gone. His finger brushes over my areola, with the lightest of touches. Something cold touches my nipple, and his warm lips encase it. The groan is out before I realize it. Fuck, what is that? I push my nipple up higher. More cold and wetness. His tongue circles around my nipple, forcing it to pucker in anger. His lips are gone and I whimper at the loss. Cold, wet, followed by heat on the other side.
My back arches, begging for a reprieve. “Tommy please. Bite it. Please.”
“Would you like that, darlin’?” His voice darkens, sinister and harsh.
“God, you’re driving me crazy. Bite it. Do you like hearing me say it? That I need you to suck my nipples, to bite them? It makes me so hot, so wet. Please, baby.”
“Your nipples are such a pretty shade of pink. Let’s see if I can redden them up a bit.” His tone is low and menacing, and I arch my back in a silent plea. A swift lick and he sucks it to the roof of his mouth, and finally…the bite. My back arches as I scream out. He leaves me hovering as he continues using his mouth on the other side. I can’t get enough air, my mouth is gaping. It’s too much and it’s not enough. My head twists back and forth. My nipples are pulsing, but I don’t want him to stop.
“Baby, please. I can’t take any more.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own. “Put your hands on me, anything. Fuck, I need you inside me.”
There’s a quiet in the room. Darkness. No touch, no breath, no lips. I feel his weight next to me. I know he’s not gone but he’s too still. I strain against my restraints, pulling my hands and arching my back, trying to lean into him. His weight shifts on the bed and the mattress rocks as he moves lower. Two fingers enter me and I sigh as heated longing envelopes me. Fuck, it’s so intense. All I feel is his fingers inside me. I spread my legs and rock my hips forcing him to move them in and out. The fullness is exquisite. I try to move my pussy against his palm, but it’s out of reach. The slight friction builds my need. Curling his fingers inside me, he rubs my special spot, and I come undone. “My God, it feels so good.” I moan as those two fingers drive me up and up. Arching my back, I push my ribs up and stretch my legs, pointing my toes, languishing in the feeling. “My God, please don’t stop.” I breathe out in a whisper. I’m rewarded with another finger and the fullness stretches me, and it feels fucking fantastic.
“Taste me. Touch my clit.” My voice aching in a long desperate plea. “I’m so close.”
“Uh, uh,” he whispers in my ear. His voice is a vicious taunt, pulling my nerves tight.
He continues pumping his fingers into me, curling them and tapping the spot. Harder. Faster. I pull my legs up in a moment of inspiration and start to
buck my hips harder against his hand. His hand is gone, and his voice rumbles. “Legs down, or we’ll do some calf roping, darlin’.”
My heart stops. I lower my legs. Fuck, I’m so close. My skin prickles, and I lick my lips. “Please, baby. I need you inside me.”
“You are not playin’ fair, darlin.” He sighs. “But, this is too much fun. Your face has a nice pink glow to it.” His voice is reverent as he whispers, “It’s beautiful, simply beautiful.”
He increases his torture by kissing me down my thigh, still moving in and out, slowing to a steady pace, keeping me hovering there. I spread my legs wider, hoping to invite him to put his mouth between my thighs. My breathing echoes in my ears. The air moves in and out of my lungs, the cool air hisses through my lips. I feel his lips inch closer to my apex and move away. Geez, I can’t do this much longer.
“Baby, please. I need to feel your mouth.”
His fingers are gone. I whimper, and his gentle assault begins. His tongue slides unhurried down my labia. Venturing inside, I sigh as his talented tongue goes to work, licking my juices. He does that thing I love, sucking my clit into his mouth, softly nibbling it and moving the hood with his tongue. My God, it feels so amazing. I hear my breath coming quicker, and it sounds like someone else. His torment lifts me higher up a cliff, edging me over, threatening to crash me to the ground below. “Oh, baby, fuck!” His tongue flicks my clit in hard quick juts, pushing me over. “God, where did you learn that? Shit!” My back arches, and I thrash against his mouth, exploding into tiny pieces. My world shrinks to a bubble where the only things I feel are the pulses of my walls and the ringing in my ears.
He licks my clit with tiny strokes of his tongue, hoping to entice another orgasm out of me, too soon after the last. I push away, pumping my legs, turning my hips, trying to get away. I can’t take any more. It’s too much. Hands clamp down on my thighs, holding me still. I hear a soft hum and a low rumbling on the bed. The vibrations pulse on each side of my clit. Both sides? It’s fucking wonderful. Such a strange sensation, vibrating fingers pinching the sides of my clit. My body protests at first, I’m soaring, sent into orbit again. Higher, higher, higher. I scream, “No, no, no, please, baby, I can’t take it.”
His answer is a single word, dark and low. “Hush.”
The orgasm hits like a bat against my head. Stars on black, thundering of blood rushing in my ears, and I cry out.
Foil ripping. His cock slides through my juices. “Damn, darlin’, your pussy’s beautiful. All wet and glistening. Swollen up to an angry red. Ready for a good hard fuck.”
With a forceful thrust, he’s inside me. The jar of his thrust forces my body to milk him. His onslaught is hard and relentless as I gulp the air. My hands quiver and buzz in their restraints as I lick my lips, gasping, joining him. He pounds my pelvis into him with each thrust, fucking him hard. I whisper, “Oh baby, your cock feels so good.” My legs rise and my feet find the bed. I ram forward hard, trying to fuck out all my aggression, all my need. My urge is met and we climb higher and higher, fucking harder and harder. I find my release and I hear myself scream. “Fuck, baby. Oh God! Fuck!”
I feel his back arch as he sinks further into me, grinding harder into me a few more times before he collapses.
“That went straight to top ten of the best fucks in my life.” He groans, pulling the scarf off and loosening the slip knot around my wrists. My hands are free, and I melt into the soft sheets.
“That was fucking amazing.” I smile shyly murmuring, “I’ve never been that vocal before.” I avert my eyes and lift the sheet to cover my red face while murmuring. “It’s a little embarrassing.”
“Darlin’, stop.” He pulls the sheet down, grazing my chin with his index finger, “It was hot. I thought I was going to explode watchin’ you come so many times.” His eyes zero in on mine. “I love hearing you say you want me. It’s quite a boost to the ol’ ego. Now, I just have to get you to talk dirty without the blindfold.”
“What was the vibration?” I smile kissing his chest.
“I told you I got you a present. It’ll keep you busy while I’m out at the ranch. Scratch your itch so to speak.” He holds up a strange pink vibrator with two prongs vibrating independently.
Giggling, I study the strange implement with a smirk, marveling at my new toy. The deep blush crawls up my neck as I put it into the drawer next to the rabbit. I think I just met my new best friend.
“Why are you putting it away? We’re not done yet. I need a little rest. Later, I want to watch you play for a bit.” His lecherous grin causes goose bumps to rise on my naked chest.
“Play?” My eyes widen.
“I want to see you make yourself come,” he says, his wicked eyes dancing, “Oh, and I want to make sure I tell you one thing.” His eyes darken as he strokes a finger over my nipple. “I love it when you call me ‘baby’ - makes my dick hard every time. Shit, I feel like going at it again thinkin’ about it.”
I look down and apparently he is telling the truth.
His phone beeps from the floor. Wrestling his phone from his jean pocket, he studies the display. “The first calf is coming.” His soft smile, full of regret compliments his sad eyes. “He needs me out at the ranch. I’m sorry, darlin’. I have to go.”
“I understand. Go, I’ll be fine.” I smile, trying to reassure him. “We’ll be able to talk on the phone or text, right?”
“Most of the time I’ll be in a pasture so leave me messages. I’ll call you back. It might be at some mighty strange times. I’ll try to text but it may be a while before you hear from me. The reception out there isn’t reliable.”
“Ok, it’s going to be fine, right? It’s only two months.” I smile while trying not to cringe at the same time. Reality closes in. I won’t be able to see or talk to him whenever I want.
“Calving season will be over before you know it.” His leer is back. “I’m sure gonna miss that sweet ass of yours.”
He kisses me and slides his jeans on, pulling his t-shirt over his head. He kisses me thoroughly and whispers, “It’s only a few months. We’ll talk and text. It’ll be fine.”
I give him my bravest smile and wave goodbye as he walks out the door.
Chapter 14
“Hey, have you heard from Tommy?” Sally asks.
“Yeah, I sent him a text this morning.” I look down, embarrassed. I study my eggplant bedspread, sliding my hand across the top remembering our last night. The heat rises up my neck, and I smile.
“Amber, look at me.” Her voice is soft, compelling me to look at her.
“What?” I look into her eyes trying like hell to keep my best poker face on.
Sally studies my face for a moment and says, “You like him. I mean, you really like him, don’t you?”
“It’s too soon for all that. Please.” I feel the heat on my face as I glance away. Damn it! I am so busted.
“You do!” she says. Her girlish giggle surprises me, sometimes she is so silly.
“Whatever. So now you want to braid each other’s hair and sit up talking about boys all night?” I say, picking up my phone willing myself not to look at it in front of her to see if I have a text from him.
“Oh my God. You should see your face. You are itching to look and see if he’s sent you a text. Aren’t you?” Snatching my phone, she holds it above my head, easily keeping it away from my reach.
Man, I fucking hate tall people.
“Give me my fucking phone, Sally!” I say, as I vainly try to jump up for it…snatching it at the same time…and failing miserably.
“Maybe you need a little help from your friends, Amber,” she says as she types something in, easily typing despite my tugging and attempts to knock my phone out of her hands. When she’s done, she hands me my phone.
My phone pings:
I miss you, too, darlin’
***
“What are you doing this weekend?” Karen asks as we gather our books. “Jerrod and I were going to ask a few p
eople to The Hole in the Wall. Sally’s going. I don’t know if she’s bringing someone or not. Some of Jerrod’s friends might come, too. We’re heading over about eight on Friday.”
“Sounds good.”
After a long, dry lecture from the professor we walk out to the quad. The soccer team is leaving the field, and Jerrod jogs over. “Hey Babe.” He kisses Karen and slides into step beside her, his long legs slow to almost a crawl. Karen’s tall, but Jerrod makes her look tiny.
Grinning, I say, “Hey Jerrod.”
“Hey Amber.” He looks at me expectantly, “You’re coming with us on Friday, right?” His mouth forms into a grin, and his hazel eyes crinkle as he nudges me. “I think Bobby might swing by.”
“So?” I challenge him.
Bobby jogs up to us, flashing me a white smile. “Hola, pequena.”
Rolling my eyes, I mutter, “Uh – hi, Bobby.” Glancing at Karen, we lock eyes. Really? So, now he knows me? What a douche.
Bobby smiles and asks, “You’re going on Friday? I guess I’ll see you there. Did you start the paper for political science yet?”
“No.” I glance away. What now I exist?
“Have you decided which topic you’re writing on?” he asks.