My head tipped back, and I rode the rising wave of orgasm rippling through me. I'd never come just by fucking. Until this cowboy rammed me like a jackhammer. “Oh Jack!” As I catapulted over the edge, he slammed into me one last time and then pulled free, his juices spurting over my belly.
Thank goodness he was considerate enough to remember we'd launched into this without protection. He was a gentleman and a cowboy. He could ride me rough and still take care of my needs.
I wanted to shout out loud, to celebrate the best sex I'd had in a long time. Hell, the best sex I'd had, ever!
Jack dropped to the concrete beside me and leaned up on his elbow. “I didn't mean to take it this far."
I closed my eyes, a smile sliding across my face. “I did from the moment I saw you sitting on top of that huge horse of yours.” I opened my eyes and stared up into the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever encountered. Maybe they were even more intense due to the afterglow of our encounter. I didn't care.
The shade had moved across the deck to the position where we were beside the pool. Afternoon had moved into early evening. The tow truck from Alice Springs would be here any minute. My fling was coming to an end.
I reached out and ran my hand along his jaw line. “Thanks."
He captured my hand and kissed my palm. “Thanks for what?"
"For saving me from a fate worse than death.” Prudishness. I liked the way his lips felt against my skin. Strong, yet gentle. Like him.
Suddenly, I didn't want it to be our last moment together. But I'd already infringed on his hospitality for long enough.
A sound penetrated through my haze of longing. Tires rumbled along a dirt road toward the station.
Jack beat me to my feet and held out a hand to help me up. “That must be the wrecker."
My gaze whipped around the poolside, searching for my discarded clothing. When I moved to retrieve them, a hand on my waist stopped me.
Jack stroked down to my hip. “Stay."
"I have to go. You've done enough for me."
He pulled me to him, his hardening cock pressing into my belly. “I haven't done nearly enough."
"I really have to go.” What was wrong with me? A sexy man just asked me to stay with him, and I was running like a coward? Was I afraid I'd like it too much? With only a week left in my vacation, I'd be heading home soon and leaving him behind. He lived here, I lived in Texas. There was no future in our relationship. Why prolong the heartache? “I have to go.” I dove beneath his arm and grabbed up my clothing, slipping into the shirt and shorts.
As a truck door slammed around the front of the house, Jack slid up his zipper. Dressed in only his jeans and nothing else, he was so yummy, I almost said to hell with it and flung myself into his arms.
He held the French doors open for me.
When I stepped through, he captured me in his arms. “I've never met anyone quite like you, Lucy. I hope we'll meet again.” His lips closed over mine, and I lost myself in his kiss. His tongue pushed past my teeth and tangled with mine.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the contact, my calf hooking around his leg, my pussy riding his thigh. God, I wanted him again.
A knock on the front door shattered the moment, and my arms fell to my side.
He smiled down at me and whispered. “Please, stay."
Another knock made him turn to answer it.
I stood in the middle of the living area, torn between staying and going.
What did I have to go back to? A job I could care less about. Who was waiting for me in Alice Springs? No one.
"Hey, Jack.” A big burly man wearing grease-stained jeans and a uniform shirt with an A-1 Wrecker Service logo on it slapped Jack across his bare back. “Where's the sheila who smashed her car?” His gaze wandered around the room until it fell on me. “You coming with me to Alice Springs, or do you want me to handle it and give you a jingle later?"
Jack stared across the floor at me, his steady blue gaze giving nothing away. He'd asked me twice to stay. It was up to me.
Did I stay and risk falling for a man I'd ultimately have to leave, or should I go with the mechanic and see to my car and forget Jack?
My gaze held Jack's. “If you can handle it on your own, I'll be staying."
Jack's eyes lit and the corners of his lips twitched as though he fought a grin. “You heard her, Carl. She's staying here.” He gave him directions to the wreck and pushed him out the door.
My stomach fluttered, nerves making my hands shake.
Jack finally turned my direction, and I didn't have the least idea what to say. I didn't need to say anything.
His arms opened wide, and I fell into them.
"I'm afraid,” I said against his chest.
"I'll be brave enough for both of us."
"What about when I leave?” I looked up into his eyes.
"Who said you were leaving?” His smile broke through, and he kissed me, his hands rising up beneath my shirt to cup my bare breasts.
I'd think about tomorrow another day. For now, I wanted to love my Aussie cowboy. My fingers made short work of the zipper on his jeans, and soon we were both naked on the floor.
Jack's lips covered me with kisses, working his way down. Deep down to that special place I never knew could be so good.
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Sultry Saudi Nights
by
Allie Standifer
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Dedication
To Rhonda & RJ: Regardless of the gossip—
you two rock!
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In a remote portion of Dahna Desert
Saudi Arabia
"We're not having sex."
"You're right.” The husky voice assured her. “We're going to have married sex.” His breath whispered hotly against her neck. “We're going to have lots and lots of hot, mind-numbing, toe-curling, soul-stealing sex. We won't stop until I'm drained and you can't walk for a week."
Hot waves of heat coursed through Ariel Lake's body. If she had to get married at the end of a goat staff, held by a smelly man, why couldn't the groom have been anyone but her ex-lover, Sheik Damon E'Darvue. The one man on the planet capable of making good on each of those erotic promises. Promises that would leave her heartbroken and saddle-sore for a month.
She spun to face him. Her loose fitting white linen pants and matching halter top stuck to her skin in the desert heat. Her nipples defiantly pressed against the thin material. “Not going to happen. As soon as my crew gets here, I'm leaving and forgetting about you and this sham of a marriage."
Ice-black eyes burned fire. “You try that, wife, and I'll ensure your visa is revoked. You'll never leave this country without my permission."
"Why are you doing this? You don't want to be married to me anymore than I want to be stuck with you,” she argued. “We were married by a damn glorified militant goat herder."
"You ran from me that night. No one walks away from me without a word.” His tone was quick and sharp. “And our marriage is legal no matter what country you run to. Besides if it hadn't been for me showing up at the right time, you'd now be Hasmir's seventh wife."
"You're pissed because I didn't say good-bye after a one night fuck? And this is your revenge? How petty can you be?"
"Oh, I can be much more petty, I assure you, my darling. Now, shall you remove your clothing, or do you want me to rip it off?” His eyes scorched the thin material to her sensitive skin. She prayed he wouldn't be able to see the dark triangle of hair through the pants. If she hadn't had to pee so badly she wouldn't have lost her underwear. But how was she to know Hasmir's fifth wife liked purple silk and now wore Ariel's underwear proudly wrapped around her forehead, the two leg holes acting as ear cuffs for her idiot head.
This was not the same man she'd met and made love with three years ago. That Damon had been sweet, gentle and loving. She'd run from him that night because she knew if she stayed p
ast the dawn, she'd never leave his arms. Sheik E'Darvue's reputation had preceded him.
He loved women, but he always left them. And Ariel wasn't going to wait for her kiss off papers.
But after all this time, he'd found her and he remembered. Instead of the fear that should have pumped through her body at his words, Ariel's body grew moist and wet, her breathing shallow and loud in the silk covered tent.
Maybe one more night with him wouldn't hurt. She could finally get the memory of his body thrusting and pulsing within hers out of her mind and heart, once and for all.
"Fine,” she said, surprised at the level tone of her voice when her hands were shaking. “One night, no questions, no demands, and we both go our separate ways in the morning."
A predatory gleam shone from his eyes. “Agreed, one night with no rules, no borders, no limits, and I'll be in charge. In the morning, we'll both go where we belong."
The words sounded like a threat instead of a sensual promise, but it was too late. Her body made demands only this man could fulfill. One night hadn't been enough before, but this time Ariel would ensure she stuffed herself on the banquet of his body. Sex, hard, fast and frequent, with Damon would finally put her memories to rest. As for him being in charge, she didn't see what difference that would make.
Nobody could be that fantastic in bed.
* * * *
It had to be fate. No other explanation made sense. Damon said a mental prayer of gratitude for being in the same place at the perfect time. Also, he asked for forgiveness in the small lie he told. Ariel looked desperate when he'd shown up in the camp. Face pale, her normally vivid green eyes dulled, she looked the picture of despair.
Hasmir had wanted to make her his wife, but the elderly tribe leader would never have forced her. Damon's old mentor meant the offer as an honor, but Ariel hadn't understood the older man's intentions.
Too bad for her, but extremely good for him.
Since the night she'd snuck from his bed like a thief in the dark, Damon hadn't been able to remove her from his mind. She tempted and teased him in his dreams.
Maybe she had been a thief that night they shared. Ariel certainly left with something belonging to him. His heart.
And now Damon had her exactly where she belonged. Once he made Ariel scream his name a few dozens times, she'd understand they belonged together as well.
"Take off the clothes, Ariel. I won't ask nicely again.” He wanted her naked, open and ready for him.
The look she shot him would have turned a lesser man away, but Damon had more than sex to lose. He had only this one chance to ensure Ariel would stay by his side.
"You agreed to the rules,” he reminded her.
His words took the fight out of her. Slowly, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. A soft, tanned belly came into view. Damon swallowed hard. He was more turned on seeing that one bare strip of skin on Ariel than he'd been with any other fully naked woman.
Full, plump breasts came next, hugged tightly by emerald scraps of silk. The hard pebbles of her nipples pushed against the material, begging for his attention.
"The pants."
Without looking at him, Ariel hooked her thumbs into the material and ungraciously shoved them down. Desire flooded his body with raging heat and barely controlled lust when he saw she wore nothing else.
"Get on the bed.” Damon's voice came out husky and low. If he didn't get inside Ariel soon, he'd likely come in his boxers.
With no hesitation, she walked to the silk and satin covered pillow bed, hips swaying in the gentle rhythm. He said another quick prayer of gratitude for the support poles on each corner of the bed. Who knew Hasmir still had it in him?
Damon quickly snatched up four scarves he had spotted when first coming into the tent. He leaned over to gently kiss her.
Her response was immediate. She opened her lips and sucked his tongue into her mouth. Damon let himself rest against her lush curves while devouring her mouth, running his hands up and down her sides. He shifted his weight to one side and sought out her feminine heat. Relief washed through him when he found Ariel wet and hot.
Lifting his lips a fraction, he whispered. “You want me, too."
Opening her eyes slowly, Ariel answered, “I've always wanted you, Damon. Sex has never been the problem."
What in the hell had been the problem? He wanted to shout at her, but her lips reached up to capture his again and all thoughts left his head.
* * * *
He tasted hot and spicy. His flavor had never really left her. His scent and flavor were etched for all time in her psyche.
Those clever and quick fingers were now probing between her legs, searching and seeking her heat. Without consent, her hips raised to get closer to his elusive touch. Damon would push her to the very edge of desire, making her mad for his cock and only give her the release she craved when he wanted.
This time would be no different.
His hot lips traveled from her mouth to her ear then lower to nibble on her neck and finally made their way to her aching breast. He pulled one taut nipple into the heat of his mouth while his hand teased and plucked the other.
Ariel cried out. “Now, please, Damon. I don't want to wait."
She didn't think he'd listen, but when he raised his head to look at her, she saw hunger burning in his black eyes.
"I swore I'd make you beg,” he told her, ripping off his shirt. “But I can't stop myself. If I don't get inside you within the next sixty seconds, I'll explode."
He moved quickly to drop his pants. There he was. Standing in front of her, gloriously nude. His sex jutting out, thick and hard. Ariel licked her lips, and he swelled under her gaze. Slowly, she raised her eyes and met the flaming passion in his.
"The first time is going to be quick and hard. It can't be helped.” He shook his head as he walked to her. “The second time I might be able to go slower, but I make no promises. It's been too long since I've had you."
Reaching into the pocket of his pants, Damon withdrew a long packet of condoms. “This should get us through the next hour."
Ariel felt her eyes grow wide. Surely he couldn't mean to use half a dozen condoms in sixty minutes. She shook her head at him. “You're crazy."
"No, I'm horny and in lust,” he disagreed.
With careful and deliberate movements, Damon rolled the condom over his hard erection. A small shudder worked through him at the action. He shot a scorching look her way. “Ten seconds tops."
Then he was on her. His body sweat-slickened, his mouth urgent and his hands searching her heat. He found her wet and hot. Damon groaned into her mouth. “Damn. You're going to burn me alive, woman."
"Now, Damon,” she pleaded with him again. His game had gone on long enough. She wanted him in her body, pushing and thrusting her into the perfect orgasm.
"Now,” he agreed, rising on his elbows. His knees shoved her legs apart, and he settled the head of his cock against her core.
"Look at me,” he demanded, his voice rough with passion.
Ariel dragged her eyes away from his massive erection and met his searing gaze.
"I want you to watch me come inside you. To feel and see how we belong together.” Holding her gaze, Damon drew back his hips and impaled her with one long hard thrust.
Ariel yelled at the pain and pleasure of his intrusion. He felt so big and hot. She'd forgotten the sheer size of his cock. How he stretched her beyond any other lover. The tip brushed the center of nerves hidden within her body, and she screamed again.
"That's it,” he moaned hoarsely. “Come for me, Ariel. Squeeze me. Take it all. Take all of me.” He begged the last.
His movements went from fluid and fast to desperate and jerky. The breathing inside the silken tent was harsh. Smells of sex and sweat permeated the air.
Damon thrust harder and faster. Her body flew higher and higher with each stroke. She was on the edge, desperate for the release only he could give her.
"Pl
ease,” she begged. She needed the release, the final thrust that would push her over. “Now, now, now,” she chanted.
"Now,” he whispered back, and all rhythm was lost. His body took over. There was nothing but the race to completion. One, two, three strokes and Ariel felt Damon's release. With a hoarse cry she felt him stiffen further inside her.
Quickly, he reached between their bodies and stroked the tight bundle of nerves hidden behind Ariel's pleasure-swollen flesh.
That touch, that simple meeting of flesh against flesh, sent her over the edge. She screamed once more and clawed Damon's back. Her teeth sank into his shoulder, and her body shook with the ecstasy tearing through her.
Her legs dropped from his waist, and she planted her feet against the softness of the mattress to push herself against him. She wanted to ring every possible drop of satisfaction from his body.
Damon growled and threw back his head. “Ariel,” he shouted as he came.
Watching Damon's surrender, Ariel felt another orgasm building within her. When he slowed his movement, and she felt him start to pull out, she cried in dismay. “No, Damon, stay with me. Stay."
She once again wrapped her thighs tightly around his waist, not taking the chance of letting him go. Rapidly she thrust herself against him, pushing and pulling him into and out of her body.
So close, she was almost there. Just a little bit more.
"Ariel.” She vaguely heard Damon's voice above her. “Honey, you can let go of my cock now."
She refused. Not when she had the perfect orgasm waiting just around the next plunge. Instead, she moaned, shook her head and shoved her own hips faster.
Ariel knew she had turned wild, but nothing mattered except Damon and his body. She used her teeth, hands and nails to keep him from moving. She panted over and over. “More, more, more. Fuck me, damn you."
When he started to move again, she almost cried out in relief. Finally, she would come. “Harder,” she urged him. “I need ... harder ... faster ... yes, oh right there, Damon. Now, now, now."
"Ah ... Ariel ... oh, damn, sweetheart ... that's it. Squeeze me.” He gave a sharp groan when she followed his directions and clamped her inner muscles tight around him. “Oh, fuck me. That's it, baby."
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