Taken by Him

by Red Garnier

  “Yeah?” he groaned, watching her, “You like that? Makes you hot?”

  His expert hands stimulated her breasts in a way that clenched her pussy walls with hot little ripples of anticipation, and Peyton could barely suck in a breath. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he pinched and thumbed her aching nipples. “Yes, Luke, hot, so hot,” she gasped.

  “What if I tug them like this? You like that?”

  Yes, yes, yes! But she couldn’t speak, could only make needy sounds that managed to make Luke torture her more. Her blood swam heady and thick in her veins as the pressure in her body tripled.

  Shifting his weight above her, Luke tasted languorously from her breasts as he nudged his cock against her slit. He teased her with little jabs of his hips until she thought she’d go crazy from the need to feel him sink deep inside her.

  “Oh…oh…please,” she cried, clutching him to her, his skin so smooth and male under her palms. He was so strong. Hard, to her softness.

  He drew back a moment. His nostrils flared and his chest expanded at each rapid breath. “Are we ready to come so soon, baby?” His voice was coarse with desire, his eyes half-mast and intently watching her.

  Nodding jerkily, Peyton sucked in a breath that sounded like a sob. Luke’s usual mischievous smile morphed into a look of complete and utter hunger.

  He didn’t wait for her to say more but lifted her by the hips and wrapped her legs around him. He rammed his cock into her cunt, balls deep, and her head rolled back on a sob of pleasure, her nails raking down his arms. “Like that?” he rasped thickly.

  “Oh yes, yes.”

  His growls came fierce and fast, punctuating each plunge of his cock. “Harder? Slower? How do you want it, Pey? Tell me. How do you want me to give it to you?”

  “Hard! Hard and…fast. God, so deep and fast, please, Luke…”

  With a rumbling male sound, he reached around her waist to grab her ass within his fingers. He tilted her pelvis up toward him and pounded into her with ramming force, her cries of ecstasy tearing into the night, joined by a groan of his own.

  She came in a mass of sensation, screaming out his name before he drowned it out with his mouth. Her channel squeezed his length and she felt his cock jerk, mercilessly pulled with each of her powerful contractions. They shuddered in unison, moaning and groaning into each other’s mouths, then she sagged beneath him and he dropped his weight at her side, both of them panting to recover.

  Reaching around her, Luke dragged her up against his body and whispered hotly in her ear, “I’ve never let myself come inside a woman before. You have no idea how good it feels. I can feel your heat around me, how you soak me up, milk me up—you’re fucking delicious, Peyton Lane.” He kissed her, sinuously grinding his wet cock against her sides, and when she felt him grow fully erect, he rolled her almost to her stomach and took her again.

  Peyton reveled in his exquisite caresses, moaning in utter bliss every time Luke took her that night, ignoring the pang of guilt she felt in knowing that whatever they were sharing was destined to be flipped away into the back of their minds by Monday.

  Tonight they were lovers, and yet in less than two days, they would become to each other a distant memory of a fling.

  But she wasn’t going to think about that now.

  He felt too good, too right, this weekend too special.

  And she would glory in the time they had left.

  Luke was on a fucking sex spree, and after the six-week sex drought he had been in, he couldn’t be more content. Frankly, sex had never been this good.

  Sexy Miz Peyton Lane was rocking his world like he couldn’t remember it being rocked since he lost his virginity, and even then, his closet-pervert nanny hadn’t been even half as good.

  He stared down at his iPhone this Saturday morning and read the new message that had just popped onto his screen.

  Coast clear, your man is in the can, see you back home. DL

  Hmm. Good deal. Luke clicked on the attachment, and brought up a news article detailing the capture of one Xavier Alibris, forty-two-year-old male asshole motherfucker, now charged with attempted manslaughter. Also, apparently, the dude already owed fifty years in prison for several previous drug trafficking convictions, and he’d been running from the law ever since. The woman Luke had been pounding was apparently the dude’s lover, even though the bastard also apparently had a wife. Fuck, after having a gourmet meal like Peyton, Luke felt nauseated just remembering that chick.

  Shitheads. And he was talking about both himself and fucking dickhead Xavier.

  Good thing was, the dude was done for.

  Now Luke could leave whenever he wanted to. But his jet could stay parked at Cancún’s little airport for a whole year, as far as Luke was concerned. And his friends could wait as well.

  “Who are you texting?” Peyton swam up to the edge of her private pool to where Luke was lazing around under the sun. She glistened with water like his very own mermaid, and he wanted to lick every last rivulet off her skin.

  “Just my buddies.”

  Her smile was bright and beautiful as she rested her elbows up on the ledge and propped her head in her hands. “Do you have a lot of buddies?”

  “I party with a lot of people, but good buddies? Only a handful.”

  She nodded, still wearing that adorable smile. “Me, too.”

  “Get out of the pool so I can take a picture of you.”

  “What for?”

  “I want my pals to eat my shit.”

  Her eyes rounded, and her jaw hung open for a moment. “You are so not going to boast about me, Luke.”

  “I am, too. Have you seen yourself, woman? Come on. Pose for me.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “I’ll go down on you again, Pey Pey. In fact I’ll go down on you either way. Come on, give me a profile and give them a boner.”

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

  When she swam around to the pool entrance and walked out of the water toward him, his cock jumped at the sight of her luscious curves in that black bikini.

  “Luke. This is foolish.” She shook her long, dripping hair from side to side but continued ambling over.

  He grinned and lifted up his iPhone. “I love it when you say my name like a headmistress.”

  “Seriously, I can’t believe I’m considering this.”

  “Come on, woman! You’re harder to bend than my banker.”

  “You have a banker?”

  “Hush and pose. You look prettier quiet and submissive.”

  “Yeah, right. Just don’t let my face show. Only my butt.” She turned around so he’d see her lovely, perfect, fuck-me butt, and he clicked the button, his cock throbbing down to his balls.

  He stared down at the picture he’d taken, getting all sorts of aroused, and even as he searched for his friends’ e-mails to attach it, he just couldn’t fucking share it. He’d thought of adding something like: Say hello to my cock’s new BFF.

  But he couldn’t. He went back to the picture, and his chest sort of…cramped. His wound stung like a new bullet had just pierced straight through, and it was all because this woman was so darned cute. Instead, he saved the picture under—Peyton—somehow feeling endeared that Peyton had posed for his shitty antics, then he closed his phone back up.

  “What did you write to them?” she asked as she came closer.

  “Something insensitive and perverted.”

  She rolled her eyes and flung her arms in the air. “Luke! What on earth did I get myself into?”

  Setting his phone aside, he pulled her down to his lap, feeling serious now…hot for her. Anxious for her. His voice dropped to a low, thick rasp as he nuzzled her ear. “You’ve got me all hot and bothered again. How do you do that, Peyton?”

  “You’re always hot and bothered. How old are you, eighteen?”

  “No, baby, you’re aging me fast. I’ll be a hundred by the time we get out of here.”

  She laughed, bu
t her laugh was cut off when Luke framed her face between his palms and slammed his mouth on hers. He tongued her fast and hard and voraciously, and when she tongued him back, her taste flooded him, of sugar and lemons, making his jaw hurt and his balls ache. “Get out of that bikini,” he growled against her mouth. “I really want to fuck you now.”

  His voice was odd with thick desire, but he wasn’t the only one turned on here. Peyton shuddered against him as soon as he’d said the word “fuck,” and he could see her nipples beading against her bikini top.

  “Are you hard for me, Luke?” she shakily asked him, slowly standing up as she obediently started working on the back knot of her bikini top.

  “Stone hard. Rock fucking hard.” He signaled to his trunks—about to tear open from the size of his throbbing dick. “Look at that, baby, and tell me it doesn’t look painful.”

  She licked her lips, and her eyes were wide and so damned famished he wanted to give it all to her. Every inch of his cock—and every inch of his body. For her to do with as she goddamned pleased.

  Her tongue flicked out again. “It looks painful…” she conceded of his pulsing erection. “What are you planning to do with it?”

  “I’m going to use it on you, woman. Now take off the top and the bottom.”

  She tossed the top aside first, and her perky breasts bounced free as they had nothing to support them. Luke’s mouth watered at the sight of her small, pointed, coral little nipples.

  “But I thought you said you were going to go down on me?” she said with a teasing glimmer in her dark brown eyes, hooking each of her thumbs to the sides of her bikini bottom.

  “Hell yeah, I’m going to suck your pussy until your screams send your casita neighbors running for the policia. And while they’re knocking on your door, I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum, then come again inside your pussy, then I’m going to make you lick my mess up.”

  “I’m not licking any mess up, it’s your mess so you lick it up…” she said teasingly, then she shimmied out of her bottom and kicked it off, and the sight of her neatly trimmed black pussy made his blood boil in his veins and his nerves jump in excitement.

  “You’re going to do whatever I say,” he heard himself say in a barely audible rasp, “because I like it when you’re a good girl.”

  “No, you don’t. I’m pretty sure you like it when I’m bad.”

  He could’ve come, her words were right on. And the sight of Peyton bare-butt naked in her private terrace, in pure daylight, was about the sexiest thing Luke Preston had seen in his life. “Get over here, I’m dying to fuck you and you’re giving me blue balls just standing there.”

  “You want me?” Her lips began curving at the sides. “Then come get me.”

  Something snapped inside him when she started running for the casita. Every predatory instinct within him came to life with a vengeance, and he was on his feet before she’d even taken the second step. She squealed when he caught up with her in an amazing, rocket-fast sprint that landed him at the sliding glass door of the casita with her.

  He pulled her against him. “Oh, fuck you, I want you bad now…”

  He dragged her inside and rolled the door shut behind him, then he yanked on the cotton drawstring of his swim trunks until he’d extracted the cord. Eyes wide, Peyton backed away as he came forward, her smile trembling on her flushed face, and when she pivoted to run, Luke was on her within seconds, this time hauling her arms up above her head.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” he growled.

  She moaned when he tied her wrists with the cord, and while he doubled the knot, she rubbed up against his chest and licked his ear and drew one of his diamond studs into her mouth. His balls felt leaden when she suckled his ear, earring and everything. Lowering her tied arms to his neck so she embraced him, he slapped her ass and kissed her hard.

  “You’re so damned bad and feel so damned good, woman.”

  He took her lips again and her taste filled his mouth once more, uniquely hers and incredibly invigorating. He could not get enough of her. A needy sound tore from her throat when he backed her up against the wall, his chest pressing against her delicious breasts, fairly squishing her against him. She was wet and slippery, getting him equally wet and really fucking turned on.

  “What am I going to do with you now, hmm?” He traced her jawline with his thumb, feeling the mist of her rapid breaths bathe his neck as she gazed up at him in aching desire. “How did you think this would go down? Did you think I wouldn’t catch you? Know this, baby…” He stroked a finger down her neck, then back up to force her mouth open so he could stick his tongue inside. “I always. Get. What I want. Always.”

  She panted breathlessly, her breaths jerking with each shallow breath, her pupils fully dilated.

  “And I want you, woman,” he roughly continued, palming her delicious ass as he dragged her up against his erection. He blew a mist of air over each of her pink nipples and watched them pucker harder, into tiny little beads, straining for his kiss. “Yeah, I want you so bad I’d chase you anywhere you’d like to run. And I’d find you. I’d catch you. And do you want to know what I’ll do when I catch you? Do you want me to tell you, or should I just go ahead and show you?”

  When she didn’t answer, he raised her arms from around his neck and then forced her around to face the wall, her restrained arms flat on the wall above her head. She didn’t move from the position he’d placed her in. She was breathing fast, and he could smell her arousal in the room. He was hard as steel and he ground his length between her voluptuous, delicious ass cheeks.

  “You’re a man’s wet dream, Peyton.” He licked into her ear and cupped both her breasts from behind, squeezing the delicious flesh as his tongue swiped across the shell of her ear. “Did you know that?”

  “No, Luke.”

  “Well, now you do, girl.” He eased back a few inches and smacked her fanny, gently, several times, then he kneaded the flesh when it went pink. “Your body was made for sex, for taking a man with a big cock inside of you.”

  He urged her around and yanked her arms up over her head, and he crushed her mouth with his, tangling his tongue with hers, fevered for the taste of her.

  He could hardly keep himself from plunging inside her already, fucking her senseless. His arms and shoulders shook while he continued to hold her arms up, her eyes glowing with lust as he drew back to survey her. “But do you know what, Peyton Lane? You make me so hard and so hot for you…I think God made you just for me.”

  She nodded first, then quickly she shook her head, her eyes heavy-lidded, her voice barely intelligible. It was a low, thick breath of desire. “I’m sure God made you just for me. I’ve never wanted a man like this.”

  A fresh arrow of lust pierced right through Luke’s gut. God, no one had ever had the gall to tell him something like that. As if he—Luke Preston—could be claimed by one woman alone, taken by one mere, itty bitty slip of a girl. She was so itty bitty, he couldn’t believe she made his heart swell like a monster and his cock throb like a bitch.

  “Well you’re a lucky girl, because you’re getting what you want now. You’re getting fucked,” he rasped, and he shoved his cock against her abdomen as he nuzzled her neck, a primal, savage need clawing inside his gut. “I’m going to fill you up,” he whispered in her ear, heatedly licking her.

  Christ, he wanted her to smell like him on the plane on Sunday, wanted her to lie awake at night, shuddering in pleasure when she remembered him.

  He heard her quick, indrawn breath, then the shaky way she exhaled it. His tongue penetrated her ear again, sending her body into a fresh wave of shudders, until he pulled back to stare into her face again.

  He reached between her slim, creamy thighs and plunged two fingers into the tight, slick channel of her sex, stroking deep into her G-spot. Her whimpers became loud. Frequent.

  His blood rushed like a firestorm in his veins at the sound. He pulsated from the top of his head down to the soles of his feet. He was s
o hot, so crazy for her. So fucking starved.

  He felt animalistic with those sounds she made, gripped by a pure, primal instinct to mark her. Make her cry out his name. Take her body and submit it to his stronger one and leave his scent all over her.

  Tension gathered within him, clenching his gut so tightly he would detonate like a nuclear bomb. His thumb brushed her clit while both fingers continued to twist and wrench inside her juicy little cunt. Her body went rigid all of a sudden, her throat working as her breath lodged inside her throat.

  She was there. About to come.

  Head spinning at the sight she made, he retrieved his hand and kissed her fiercely on the mouth. “You can’t come until I tell you to. That’s what you get for being such a bad little lady, Peyton.”

  She bubbled out a “please” that made his temperature hitch another degree—something he’d thought was impossible—and now he was sure she was going to burn him to ashes today.

  Burning inside his skin, Luke dropped to her feet and draped her trembling legs over his shoulders. His thumbs parted the soft pink petals of her pussy, and he salivated as it opened for him. He plowed his tongue into her wet sheath and felt her moan vibrate all along the length of his penetrating tongue.

  Holy Jesus, he was getting drunk with just a taste of her.

  Peyton Lane was a little bossy in bed, and usually, Luke rolled with it. But now he wanted this woman to know he was boss, and he wanted to turn her on so damned bad, he’d feel her aroused little moans down to his nut-sack.

  Her hips rocked desperately to his face. “Luke, please, please, please!”

  “You weren’t so hungry for it when I was begging you to come fuck me, baby.”

  He patted her pussy to tease her, then bent to taste her once more, growling when he discovered her even wetter than before. Tastier. Jesus, her fevered moans were definitely hitting the spot. His throbbing cock leaked semen in his swim trunks and he’d never been so anxious to plow inside anyone in his life.

  He rolled the tender nub of her sex under his tongue and fingered her slowly with two fingers, then he lifted his head and watched her hips eagerly, desperately, instinctively pump toward his hand.