Ride With The Devil (The Devil's Riders Book 2)

by Joanna Blake

  I was going to sleep with Slade Kinney.

  He opened the door. His damp hair fell over his forehead as he smiled at me. His hand felt warm on my back as he guided me inside.

  At this point, the warning bells in my head went completely silent, overwhelmed by lust.

  I would just sleep with him. Once. That would get him out of my system. Right? Yes, I told myself yes over and over again.

  Then I could go back to my safe, boring little life.

  But for now…

  I stood in my living room, watching while Slade shut and locked the door behind him. Then he pulled me into his arms. His eyes were dark and hot and concerned.

  "You're shaking."

  He pulled my shirt up and over my head, casting it aside. I was naked now, except for my underpants. This was new. The lights weren’t even dimmed. I’d spent every moment I’d ever been naked with a man trying to keep him from seeing me.

  Slade looked. I could feel him looking. My skin pricked with heat as his eyes slid over my flesh.

  But somehow he didn't make me feel exposed. He didn't stare, or ogle my large boobs. Instead he silently appreciated me. Just for a moment. Then he pulled me against him and kissed me again.

  Ohhh…

  He laughed a minute later, pulling away.

  "We'll never get dry this way. Do you have a towel?"

  I nodded and padded over to the linen closet. I turned expecting him to be watching me. Checking out my half naked ass. Instead, he'd followed me. He was inches away, his body giving off tremendous heat.

  He pulled the towel out of my hands and started to dry me off. I gasped as the circulation rushed to my skin, warming me from the outside in.

  It was the most sensual rub down of my life.

  His hands skimmed my sensitive places as he patted and briskly rubbed me with the towel. He bent down to address my lower half and rolled my soaking wet panties down my legs. He didn't give me a chance to be shy. He wrapped the towel around my back and in the front-

  In the front, he used his mouth the whisk the salt water away.

  Gently, carefully, he tasted me.

  Slade Kinney was eating me out while I stood in the hallway of my Gran’s beach shack. And he was doing a damn good job of it too.

  Oh my god.

  His lips were soft against my pouty sex. He licked, teased and nuzzled me there, all the while making appreciative, sexy little noises.

  Those noises alone were going to drive me insane. So was the way he was toying with me, never quite giving me what I wanted. What I wanted was more pressure, more contact, more speed.

  I wanted more. Now, dammit.

  But he just lazily traced the outline of my dewy slit with his tongue. Over and over again. Now and then he changed gears and flicked his tongue rapidly against my clitoris. Not enough to let me come. Never long enough to do more than turn up the dial on my arousal.

  And I was already very, very aroused.

  "Slade… Oh God, what are you doing to me?"

  He chuckled and kept going as I gripped his shoulders and hung on for dear life.

  "Please…"

  He murmured something against my dripping petals. I tugged on his hair. I was close to begging.

  "Slade!"

  I expected him to come up with a smug grin on his face. Instead he came up looking serious. And as desperate as I felt.

  "Bed. Now."

  I nodded breathlessly and pointed toward my bedroom. He scooped me up like I was a skinny little thing. He carried me down that the hallway and kicked the door open, tossing me on the bed.

  I watched in awe as he closed the door in a startled looking Basil's face.

  Then he peeled his shorts off and climbed on top of me.

  Chapter 12

  Slade

  Please give me the strength to do what I need to do.

  The writhing woman beneath me was going to drive me insane. Literally and completely insane. I felt like I was going to wake up in a mental institution, wrapped in a straight jacket.

  I didn't mind though.

  Jenny was worth it.

  I’d never been this turned on in my life. Not even close. I held my breath as I lowered my body so that it pressed against hers.

  Dear Lord.

  She felt so good, the woman was giving me religion.

  I kissed her again, unable to help myself no matter how badly I wanted to get on to the main event. My cock pressed tauntingly into her smooth belly, mere inches from where it wanted to be.

  Buried deep inside her.

  "Jenny? Do you have any protection?"

  "What?"

  "Do you have a condom?"

  "I don't have any."

  I groaned, my cock twitching in frustration. Neither one of us were in our right minds. I knew I was going to screw this woman senseless, condom be dammed.

  "Oh God- Jenny- are you on the pill?"

  She was staring up at me from beneath hooded lids.

  "No. There hasn’t been any reason to.”

  I moaned, realizing I’d been right. Jenny hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. In some way, it felt like she’d been waiting for me.

  Maybe I’d been waiting for her, too.

  "Fuck- listen- I'm clean. I want to do this. We'll just be careful."

  She nodded at me and I exhaled in relief. I’d been afraid she would tell me to go fuck myself. I wouldn’t even blame her if she had.

  "Christ- Jenny- I don't think I can wait."

  "Uh huh."

  "I can- I can pull out."

  "Yes. Okay. Good idea."

  I reached down and rubbed the tip of my swollen cock against her juicy little pussy lips. She whimpered in need. That was all it took.

  The thin thread of control I had snapped.

  "To hell with it."

  I pushed forward, easing into her sweet little pussy. She was so tight that it felt like a fucking Boa Constrictor was strangling my unprotected cock. In a good way though.

  A very, very good way.

  "Unnnffffff…"

  Her slick walls massaged my sensitive shaft as I inched forward. The girl was tiny to begin with, true, but I could tell she hadn't done this in even longer than I’d thought.

  A long while.

  Something about that made me even more excited if it were possible. She wanted me. After all this time, it was me who she'd allowed inside her.

  Inside her, to heaven.

  I grimaced and slid forward a bit more, being careful not to hurt her. She was so tiny, so tight, I knew my cock would hurt her if I let loose. So I kept myself in check, opening her, holding back from ramming into her the way I wanted to.

  Not yet anyway.

  But soon.

  Easy boy.

  I was about halfway inside her when I heard it. It was so faint, the softest of whispers. I froze, staring down at her beautiful face. She was breathing heavily, looking me straight in the eye.

  “Please…”

  “What is it Jenny?”

  "Slade, would you please fuck me now?"

  I groaned as my hips jerked involuntarily, sending my cock deeper into her sheath. She wrapped her long, silky legs around me.

  That was it, I was gone.

  Game over.

  Long deep strokes that made my entire body flex as I pistoned my shaft in and out of her. Slow at first, but picking up steam until I was fucking her like a freight train. But still I held back.

  At least until I felt her sugar walls start to undulate against me.

  Jenny was coming. And it was a beautiful thing. A beautiful, insanely sexy thing.

  "Oh oh oh!"

  The feel of her combined with the sweet, sexy noises she made were too much. I lost it.

  I was thrusting wildly into her when I felt my cock start to spurt. I moaned and tried to stop but I couldn't. There was no way in hell I was pulling out now. I literally couldn’t.

  We’d waited too long, gone too slow, I was coming inside her and the
re was nothing I could do about it. My shaft was pulsing hot slippery streams of come straight into her pussy.

  "Ahhhh- fuck!"

  I pinched the base of my cock and yanked free, covering her belly with my seed. I was still coming. At least I hadn’t left it all inside her.

  But I knew that plenty had ended up inside her. I’d had an unusually large load. Massive, really. More than enough to impregnate her.

  Much more.

  It had been a while for me too.

  I gasped and rolled onto my back, stroking the last of my cum out into my hand. I grabbed some tissues and wiped her soft belly clean.

  Shit. Jenny is going to kill me.

  I was an idiot. I’d just blown the best thing I’d had in my life. A shot at something real.

  Not that I minded the idea of getting this girl pregnant. I loved that idea. But I did mind the idea of possibly pissing her off enough that she might not want to do this again.

  Because I wanted to do it again. A lot.

  More than anything.

  In fact, I was already getting hard again.

  "Jenny?"

  "Uh huh."

  "Can we- do that again?"

  "Uh huh."

  Well then. I smiled and started kissing my way down her body. If I kept her turned on enough, and coming until dawn, maybe she’d forgive me for making a mess of things.

  I’d do my best to make her want me back, for good.

  Chapter 13

  Jenny

  Oh my.

  I stared at the ceiling, still trying to catch my breath. It was near dawn when we were finally finished with round three. That had been the marathon round, the long, slow fuck that would leave us both sore in the morning and for days to come.

  I’d started out on top that time but by the end I was on my back. That had been a particularly interesting position, with my legs thrown over Slade’s shoulders while he slowly ground his magnificent prick inside me.

  And it was magnificent. Perfect. Beyond anything I’d imagined.

  Slade had the blue whale of cocks. It was the eighth wonder of the world. It was a freaking skyscraper.

  He’d been tireless, one hand gripping my hip while the other had danced lightly over my clitoris, sending me into orgasm after orgasm.

  Good lord, the man knew what he was doing.

  Finally we’d wound up tangled in the sheets, each feeling like a melted puddle of goo. There hadn't been much talking so far. There hadn't needed to be.

  It was the best night of my life.

  Too bad it could never happen again.

  He was tracing his finger tips over my hip when I caught his eye.

  "That was amazing."

  He smiled at me tenderly.

  "You're amazing Jenny."

  "Slade- this was just what I needed. Thank you."

  He laughed and kissed my neck.

  "You make it sound like I did you a favor."

  "You did. But it can never happen again."

  "What?"

  I’d stroked his cheek softly as my eyelids fluttered shut. I was nearly asleep. He sounded annoyed. I felt him sit up in bed beside me.

  But it didn’t matter. I meant it. I wasn't going to open myself up to a fling with him, no matter how tempting it might be.

  I had to protect myself better than that.

  "Just this one time. Thanks for making it count…"

  Then I rolled over and went to sleep.

  A soft tickling on my nose woke me up a few hours later. I opened my eyes and grimaced. The sun was up. I must have overslept.

  I tried to roll over but I couldn't. I stared at the open window, confused. I turned my head and could see Basil happily eating his breakfast through the open bedroom door.

  I heard footsteps and then he walked in and sat down.

  Slade Kinney was sitting beside me on the bed, fully dressed.

  Sipping a cup of coffee.

  Meanwhile, I was still naked. And tied up. I tugged on my hands, realizing this wasn’t a prank.

  He’d freaking tied me to the damn bed!

  "What- what are you doing?"

  He smiled at me patiently.

  "Waiting for you to wake up."

  "I thought you'd be gone by now."

  He narrowed his eyes. He looked… annoyed with me. Really annoyed.

  "You did? That's interesting. Well, you were wrong."

  "Slade- this really isn't my thing. Can you untie me now please?"

  He shook his head slowly.

  "No, I don't think I can. Not until we have a little talk."

  "About what?"

  "I don't want just one night. I want you."

  "Slade- this is crazy!"

  "Is it?"

  He started inspecting his fingernails.

  "Yes!"

  "Are you saying you didn't enjoy last night?"

  I had the grace to blush.

  "No but-”

  “So you did enjoy it?”

  “Yes, of course but-”

  “I like you Jenny. A lot. I know you like me.”

  “I do but-”

  He leaned forward and stuffed something in my mouth. My panties. Oh god, it was a pair of my panties. They were clean thankfully, not that it made this any less humiliating

  "No 'buts' doll face. It's my turn to talk. And convince you that my way of thinking is best."

  He smiled at me and rolled his sleeves up.

  “I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement.”

  Chapter 14

  Slade

  I’m not going to make this easy on her. Why should I?

  I stared down at the buxom beauty spread out on the bed. She wasn’t going to kick me to the curb, dammit. I wasn’t a one night stand.

  I was boyfriend material dammit.

  More- I was husband material!

  I might seem calm on the outside but inside I was burning with indignation. I’d never been rejected in my entire life and it made me angry. Even worse, I was afraid.

  I’d never been afraid to lose anyone before.

  But I was afraid to lose her. Terrified really. I’d just found Miss Jenny Cakes. She made me feel alive in all sorts of unexpected ways.

  Not to mention the very expected ways.

  I couldn't lose that. I couldn't lose her.

  So I’d just have to convince her.

  I smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile. It was the smile of a predator. A lion who had just spied a particularly juicy gazelle.

  With precise movements I rolled up the sleeves of my button-down shirt.

  And then I got to work.

  I slowly pulled the sheet down off of her very nude, very spread eagle body.

  Jesus, but she looked good. Her body was poetry in motion. I’d thought that the first time I saw her, and it still rang true. Curves on curves.

  I pulled up something I’d kept hidden just out of sight on the floor. It was an oil. I smirked as I looked at the label. Organic coconut oil.

  So Jenny was health conscious. That was adorable.

  It was also perfect for my purposes.

  I’d found it in the cupboard and had all kinds of ideas… She must use it for baking. I shook my head. Little did she know, it had many, many other uses.

  I slowly unscrewed the cap and scooped out a handful with my fingers. Then I knelt at her feet and started to rub it in.

  "Hmmmffff!"

  She wiggled this way and that, clearly ticklish. I was methodical though. Using both hands to hold her still as I rubbed every inch of her.

  She moaned in ecstasy as I worked her arches. Then she grumbled angrily at me again. Then another moan.

  I ignored her, slowly massaging my way up her legs to her thighs. For a long time I worked on her thighs, coming close to, but not touching her plump little pussy lips.

  Well, maybe a little. Just a light skim with the back of my hand, my fingertips. Enough to make her jump off the bed. Enough to make her tight little slit start to drip.

/>   I licked my lips while staring at her petals.

  I knew she was watching me like a hawk.

  I leaned forward and blew on her.

  Her hips jerked and she let out a little moan.

  I started rubbing her hips and belly, bypassing her pussy altogether. I was going to play with her until she was out of her mind. She knew it too.

  Oh yes, Jenny had just figured out my plan.

  I smirked at the furious look in her eyes. Soon, she'd look different altogether.

  She'd look desperate.

  I worked my way up and over her rib cage, brushing her nipples once, twice, three times. I moved upward stroking her neck, shoulders and scalp.

  And then I started back down again.

  Now she was whimpering softy, her body arching under my tender ministrations. This time I caressed her breasts, fondling them and tweaking the nipples, but only for a minute. When I got to the secret place between her legs, I leaned forward and slid my tongue against her.

  Just once.

  Then I started on her legs again. Finally I knelt at her feet, lightly running my hands up and down the soles. She was writhing on the bed. I knew I should take pity on her, let her speak.

  I could at least give her a chance to beg.

  But not yet.

  I was too pissed off that she’d wanted to dump me. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to make her suffer a little.

  And more than that, I wanted to prove a point.

  Again, I started massaging my way up her legs. This time when I got to her sopping wet pussy I spent a bit more time licking her. She was whimpering by the time I stopped, lifting my eyes to hers.

  I smiled and lowered my head, sucking her clitoris into my mouth. She screamed as I danced my tongue against it rapidly. When I stopped after a few minutes the sound she made was one of pure animal desire.

  I smiled as I worked slowly up to her tits again. Now I caressed them fully, suckling one nipple and then the other. She was making urgent sounds, muffled by the panties I’d stuffed in her mouth.

  I knew what she wanted and I was not going to give it to her. Instead I spent ten minutes playing with her luscious breasts, driving her to the brink and past it again.