Wicked Wild Fantasies

by Shiloh Walker

  He lifted his head, staring at her form under his lashes.

  Her lids lifted and she licked her lips, sucked on her lower lip.

  He thought nerve endings might have exploded.

  “Should I stop?” he asked roughly.

  “I haven’t told you to yet, have I?”

  The shy, nervous woman he was used to was gone and she met his gaze steadily. Holding her eyes, he reached up and tugged open the belt of her robe—a miserable excuse of a robe, he thought.

  A faint pink blush rode her cheeks but she didn’t look away, didn’t squirm.

  He trailed his fingers down her middle and she acquiesced when he shifted and nudged her thighs wider.

  He pushed one finger in and she caught her breath, her mouth parting.

  He did it again, and again, and when she started to pump her hips against his hand, he stopped.

  She made a mewling sound in her throat, the disappointment clear.

  Shifting his position, Alex stared down the length of her slim, pale body, her perfectly rounded little breasts, topped with dark pinkish-red nipples, her slender torso and narrow waist, slim hips. Tight brown curls covered her pussy and he wanted to go to his knees and lick her clean.

  Slowly, he began to kiss a path down the center of her body and her breathing went from high and breathy to low and rough. He cursed himself for being a fucking idiot. Six months of this. He could have had six months of it.

  Pressing a kiss to her hipbone, he flicked a look up at her and watched as she stared down at him.

  Six months…

  He stabbed at her clit with his tongue and she jerked against him, a harsh cry escaping.

  He just wanted one taste…

  But that was a lie.

  Surging up, he braced his hands over her head and bent down to growl in her ear.

  “I’m trying to tell myself I didn’t come here to fuck you. I’m trying…and I’m lying. Tell me to stay or tell me to go, Ali-cat, but decide fast.”

  She caught her lower lip between her teeth, tugged on it and then pushed him away gently.

  Alex wanted to haul her back, lift her up and bury himself inside her. He could change her mind—

  “The last time, you had me on a floor. Maybe this time, you can do better.”

  Then she stepped back up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  He felt something die inside him.

  Lost, helpless…dying…he boosted her up against him.

  She curled her legs around his waist and through his jeans, he felt the hot pad of her pussy.

  He made himself search out her bedroom. He knew where it was. He’d helped move her in.

  He put her down on the bed. Then he stepped back.

  “I can do better than a floor,” he said, his voice thick. Then he thought about the sleepy, sated look he’d seen in her eyes when she’d toy with that charm around her neck. Slowly, he moved closer and slid his finger under it, lifted it. “A man gave you this.”

  Her eyes flew to his.

  “He did better than the floor, I’m thinking.”

  Ali reached up and closed her hand over the charm, hiding it away.

  It didn’t matter. It was etched on his brain. As were those smiles. “He made you smile. Hell, you’re still smiling days later. Did he give you romance and soft words, Ali?”

  Alex bent over her now, murmured into her ear.

  She didn’t respond.

  “I want to fuck you, Ali, but whether it’s in a bed, against a wall, on the floor…” He straightened and glanced around, his gaze lingering on the fat, overstuffed chair by the window. “Hell, I’d love to bend you over that chair and take you there. I don’t do romance, Ali-cat. I want sex. I want it hard and I want it rough.”

  She was staring at him, silent.

  Feeling like a bastard, jealous for reasons he didn’t get, he caught her hands and jerked them together. “This is how I like my women, Ali. Did you notice that? I held you down. And you loved it.”

  “Since I was there, it would be hard not to notice.”

  It was the first thing she had said.

  Alex jerked back.

  She rose, casually tying her robe like this was something she did every day. “I was there, too, Alex. And I’m not so naïve and stupid that I didn’t get what we were doing. We were both asleep, although I woke up a little before you did. I could have said no.” She smiled faintly. “You would have stopped. I know you, Alex.”

  She rubbed her hands together as she moved over by the chair, smoothed one hand across the top as she glanced over at him.

  “Yes, the necklace came from a man. His name’s Niall. And he’s the one who told me why I got off on being held down.” She shrugged. “He did it, too. He also tied me up. Once he had me standing in the doorway of a closed shop while he…”

  Her face went pink.

  “While he what?” Alex rasped.

  Ali’s breath hitched.

  “Tell me.”

  She lifted her chin. “He used his fingers on me to bring me to climax. There were people less than ten feet away. I couldn’t make a single sound.” She paused and then added, “I liked it. And for the record…”

  She turned away and stared out the window. “I’ve known I liked that sort of thing for a long while. I just didn’t understand why.”

  Alex thought his head was going to explode. It could have been jealousy. It could have been sheer, barely contained lust.

  But he battled through and forced himself to ask.

  “Just how long have you known…and how did you figure it out?”

  She glanced back at him.

  The smile on her face now was coy. Coy, shy…and so fucking sexy.

  “It was at Mike’s,” she said softly. “He was out of town…”

  She cleared her throat. “I was just bringing you some cookies. For a cop, you’d think you’d be better at locking your doors, Alex.”

  His blood started to pump thicker, hotter and he took another step toward her.

  She went back to staring outside at the bridges that spanned over the river.

  “You had a woman with you,” she said, her voice distant now as she remembered. “You had her cuffed and you were teasing her. I saw you spank her and then you fucked her.”

  She turned her head and their eyes met.

  “I knew then.” She shrugged.

  His eyes were so dark.

  Ali suppressed a shiver as he came toward her, fought the urge to back away.

  The intensity in his eyes was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Unable to handle it, she turned away and went back to staring outside.

  This surpassed anything—that first night and everything she’d done with Niall.

  He stopped behind her. Not touching. But so close she could feel his heat.

  “You watched me…” The words came out a low, rough purr, almost incredulous. “You saw me.”

  “Yes.”

  His hands came down on her shoulders.

  “Did you like it?”

  Slowly, Ali nodded.

  “Very dirty, Ali.”

  “Yes.” She smiled then. Nobody ever believed that Ali Ryan was capable of being a dirty girl. A bad girl.

  But she was.

  “I’m trying to decide how I feel about that.”

  She shrugged. “I don’t much care how you feel. I know how I feel.”

  He trailed a hand down her shoulder, cupping her breast. Her nipples were hard, just from the memory and he tugged. She gasped. “I can tell. It made you hot. You’re a bad, bad girl.”

  She swayed when he pinched her again.

  “I think I’m going to have to have you.”

  Ali turned her head and stared at him.

  And she felt almost insanely female when she smiled at him and calmly said, “I think I might let you.”

  His pupils spiked. Flared. An arrogant smile curled his lips and he somehow managed to shift them, moving them so that they ended u
p with her bent over the chair. He’d mentioned that, hadn’t he?

  He tangled a hand in her hair, pulling it into a loose ponytail and tugging on it as he drew her head back as a grip on her hair as he tugged her back. “Let me? Just what else do you plan on letting me do, baby?”

  She groaned as he nudged his cock against her ass.

  “What…” She shuddered and said, “Whatever you want.”

  “Whatever? Dangerous offer, Ali. You already saw some of what I’m into.”

  “I know.” Her mind went slightly numb just thinking about it and then, before she had a chance to realize what might happen, Alex shifted away and brought the flat of his hand down on her ass. It was a light slap, barely hard enough to be called one, but it sent fire screaming through her and she shoved herself back demandingly against him. “Again.”

  “We’ll see.”

  As much as he wanted to have her bent over, naked, vulnerable for him, Alex promised himself the next time would be a in a bed.

  And it was.

  With her hips propped up on a pillow and her knees hooked over his shoulders as he feasted.

  She choked out his name as he gave her pussy another long, slow, leisurely lick.

  She’d come twice and he still wanted more.

  But his cock pulsed.

  His shoulders were raw from where she’d scratched him.

  And he wanted her.

  Wanted to bury himself inside her and imprint himself on her so that she forgot the feel of anybody else.

  Crazy shit, stupid shit.

  Desperate…

  And he gave into it.

  As she bucked against him again, he levered himself up and grabbed the condom he’d thrown on the bed.

  Tearing it open, he unrolled it and put it on, almost fumbling in his haste.

  He’d undressed after he’d propped her up.

  Now he was going to take her the way he should have the first time.

  Her eyes were wide and unfocused, dazed.

  And when he brought his body in line with hers, a dreamy smile curved her lips.

  “Alex…” she murmured, her voice a low, sexy purr.

  He rubbed his mouth over hers, the rush of need fading away, replaced by a well of tenderness. She was…soft. She was here. She was wet and waiting and open for him. He fisted his hand around his cock and stroked the head of it against her entrance, dragged it up and down.

  She shuddered and rolled her hips up. “Please,” she whispered.

  The sound of her soft broken voice should have satisfied the beast in him. It should have made him want to drive and push for more. He bit her lower lip.

  She whimpered and reached for him.

  He caught her hands and drew them up, captured them in one hand over her head. Her breath caught and the sound of it inflamed him. “You like that.”

  She nodded jerkily.

  Pressing his mouth to her ear, he asked, “What else?”

  “Anything.”

  Dangerous…

  He could think of so many things he wanted to do to her. Do with her. But he wasn’t going to open that floodgate yet. Instead, he simply stretched her arms higher, forcing her back to arch. It lifted her breasts and he dipped his head, caught one tight, puckered nipple in his mouth. He sucked it until she was thrashing her head back and forth and then he shifted his attention to the other breast.

  He kept his focus there for several minutes and she was arching and rubbing against him, like a cat. When he split her thighs with his, she wrapped her legs around his hips.

  He drove in, impaling her on his cock.

  She screamed and rose to meet him.

  He buried himself to the balls and held himself still as she shuddered and worked herself against him.

  He didn’t move.

  Ali jerked against his hold and begged.

  He continued to hold there, his cock pulsing and jerking in the hot grip of her pussy.

  “Damn it, Alex, please!”

  “Please what?” he asked, bending down and licking at the entrance of her mouth.

  She opened up and bit him.

  He tensed in surprise and then growled, twisting his hand in her hair and cranking her head back. She cried out, but the sound was smothered under his lips as he took her mouth in a hard, punishing kiss.

  “You bit me.”

  “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll do it again.” She glared up at him.

  He stared down at her. And then, slowly, he smiled. “I think I will have to punish you, Ali.”

  He said it softly, watching her face to see how she reacted. He could be wrong. She could be wrong.

  But her mouth fell open and excitement seemed to burn through her—through her and into him.

  “You wouldn’t.”

  Ali bent over the side of her bed.

  Her hands were bound behind her, secured with a loosely knotted scarf Alex had found in her closet.

  Face hot, lungs burning, she pressed her face into the mattress.

  She’d dreamed of this—okay, not this, but something like this—a hundred times.

  But she’d never thought it would happen.

  She’d never dared to.

  But he was…

  She swallowed as she felt his fingers trace down her spine. “Final chance, Ali-cat. All you have to do is say you’re sorry and I won’t have to spank you.”

  She turned her face and glared at him. “All you had to do was stop teasing me and I wouldn’t have bitten you.”

  A wicked grin lit his face and her heart slammed hard against her ribs.

  He bent down, the smile fading. He brushed her hair back, a serious look coming into his eyes. “If you want me to stop, at any point, say kitten.”

  “Kitten?” She blinked up at him, confused.

  “Kitten.” He stroked a finger down her face. “At some point, you might think you want me to stop, but then you’ll want me to keep it up. You might not know which one you want or you might want both at the same time. But if you really want me to stop, the word is kitten. It’s called a safe word. Understand?”

  She nodded slowly. She understood. She’d only briefly talked about that sort of thing with Niall and they’d only played lightly at anything that might have needed one and he’d just told her to say stop.

  Her heart trembled.

  She almost told Alex to wait.

  But he had already disappeared from view.

  She sucked in a breath and then he stole it away as he brought the flat of his hand down on her ass.

  It was a light slap. She let the breath out. Okay, so—

  He spanked her other cheek. The same.

  Her body jolted from the impact and relaxed, swaying slightly with the rhythm, falling into it. Right up until he changed it, a harder blow, one that brought a startled cry from her lips. She tensed.

  “You were a bad girl, Ali. Are you going to say you’re sorry?”

  She opened her mouth.

  He slapped the other cheek.

  Heat bloomed on her ass and throbbed in her pussy.

  “Say you’re sorry, Ali.”

  She whimpered instead as the heat spread, threatening to consume her.

  He stopped and thrust his fingers inside her, twisting them and pressing hard on her G-spot. She started to quake. “Dirty little girl…you like being spanked, don’t you?”

  She didn’t answer and he caught her hair in his hand, dragging her up.

  This was…okay.

  This was way more intense than anything she’d done with Niall.

  Another blow on her ass and she bucked.

  “Are you sorry?”

  “No!”

  Alex swore at the hot, red color that covered both cheeks of her ass. Narrow, trim and tight, he thought Ali just might have the best damn ass he’d have had in front of him.

  He went to bring his hand down again, but abruptly, he stopped.

  Instead, he bent down and pressed his lips to her skin.

 
She was silken and soft, her flesh hot from his hand.

  Gruffly, he said, “I’m going to fuck you now, Ali.”

  She trembled.

  His cock jerked, hard and demanding, as if to tell him, About damn time.

  Wrapping his hand around the base, he moved in and tucked the head against the open, wet heart of her.

  The thin shield of latex had never been such a nuisance.

  He’d strip it away if he could, but he’d messed up once. He wasn’t going to put her in that position again.

  Slowly, he pushed inside, filling her.

  Her spine bowed and a low, keening noise escaped her.

  It was music to him.

  He took his time, let her stretch, adjust to him.

  Then, just as slow, he withdrew.

  She sobbed as he started the slow process all over again.

  One hand fisted in her hair, the other low on her hip, he held her steady.

  Her bound hands fisted and flexed, strained for him. The sight filled him with hot, potent satisfaction and it only grew when she whimpered his name.

  Her climax came rushing up. He felt it, in the tremors that racked her body, in the spasms that had her pussy gripping his cock. He could have delayed it, considered it.

  But he wanted to feel her come and then he wanted to cuddle her against him, hold her.

  “Come for me, Ali.”

  She came and the intensity of it grabbed him by the balls and tore his own climax from him.

  Chapter Nine

  Ali woke with a smile, stretching her arms overhead even as she winced at the various aches in her body.

  That had been one hell of a dream—

  “Eeep!” She yelped at the sight of Alex, leaning up against the headboard next to her.

  He cocked a brow.

  Okay.

  Not a dream…?

  He slid his tongue across his lower lip as his gaze dropped down to linger on her breasts.

  Naked breasts.

  Yeah, definitely not a dream, she realized, looking down to see the red marks on her breasts and the faint, lingering bruises visible on her wrists.

  “Last night wasn’t a dream, was it?” she said slowly.

  “No.” He slumped a little lower in the bed, eyes heavy lidded, hair rumpled from the bed. “I guess maybe we could pretend it was, but what’s the point?”

  She swallowed.

  He rolled onto his knees and crawled over to her, his mouth just a breath away.