by Wilde, Kati
He heads into the corner of the elevator car, pulling me back against his front, wrapping his arm around my waist from behind—probably to save the kids from getting an eyeful of the gigantic bulge pressing into my lower spine. They both look curiously at us, eyes wide, while their parents stare straight ahead, as if afraid to glance our direction.
Or maybe just afraid to glance in Ranger’s direction. He is big. Even in my highest heels, the top of my head barely reaches his shoulder. Behind me, all I feel is dense muscle. The sinewy forearm across my stomach looks twice as thick as mine and hewn from solid oak. I’ve never felt particularly small—I would have described my body type as average—yet I feel tiny next to him. To me, all that strength and his enormous size is an incredible turn on, but I suppose other people find it intimidating.
And he does look mean, his features rough and scowly. Though given the way the kids start giggling and glancing at him before darting their eyes away, then doing it again, I think he might be making silly faces at them.
I don’t look to see if he is. It’s already going to hurt so much when he leaves and I have to let him go. And my heart is already in so much danger. If I fall in love with him…
I just can’t. This needs to be about sex—and about how much I enjoy being with him. Because I can survive without sex. I’ve done that for a long time. I can survive Ranger being away. I’ve done that for a while now, too. If I fall in love with him, though, I don’t know if I can survive him leaving.
But he won’t survive staying, so he has to go.
And an elevator never seemed so slow. The sliding doors take an eternity to open. The parents hustle out first, kids in tow. They stop at one of the first rooms and we continue past them, only the empty hall ahead, me trotting to keep up with Ranger’s long strides.
His hand tightens on mine. “That little dress smells new. You buy it for tonight?”
“Yes.” Nothing fancy, yet all sexy—a slip dress with a short, flirty hem. The swingy material doesn’t cling to anything but conceals almost nothing, my nipples visibly hardened beneath the silk. “You like it?”
An abrupt, hoarse laugh is his answer. His breathing roughens as he stops in front of the last door on the right. “I want to know what you’re telling me by wearing that dress and no underwear. Are you telling me that you want to get naked fast and easy? Or that you don’t want me to bother taking it off before I start fucking you? Or you just want to knock me dead with how goddamn sexy you are?”
“Is this a multiple choice quiz? Can I pick ‘all of the above’?”
“You can do that.” He shoves into the room and drops my tote to the floor. The closing of the door is loud within the sudden quiet of the small foyer as he crowds me back against the wall. “Though if you want all three, there’s got to be an order to it.”
Only getting me naked after fucking me in the dress. “I think you’re right, Ranger Ranger.”
His mouth curls, but need carves his face into austere lines as he leans in, bracing his hands against the wall on either side of my head. “Is that what you want? For me to lift up your skirt and get into you right here?”
My inner muscles clench with need. “Just to start.”
“Yeah.” Gaze ravenous, he skims one big hand down my side, leaving me trembling in the wake of that light touch. I bite my lip, whimpering as his blunt fingers delve between my thighs and glide through my saturated folds. A groan rips from him. “Holy hell. I was all set to get you riled up with my mouth but you’re already soaking wet. You ready for me, then?”
A thick finger pushes deep and I cry out, pleasure spearing through me. Ranger gives a hoarse grunt and his arm collapses beside my shoulder, folding against the wall to brace his weight on his forearm, his forehead resting against mine and his breath gusting over my lips.
“So fucking tight.” He grits it out like a curse, screwing his finger into me, frenetic need pulsing through my veins with every twisting thrust. “Not gonna lie, baby. I worried. Afraid I might hurt you. Because you’re so little. So tiny all over. But now I’m here and I know you’re strong enough to handle all of me, aren’t you? You can take every rough and filthy thing I do to this snug little pussy.”
“Oh god, Ranger.” Helplessly I rock against his hand. “Don’t make me wait.”
“I won’t. Because I can’t fucking wait to get into you, either.” His finger slides out of my wetness and he palms my ass in a rough grip, squeezing. “Unbuckle my belt, Miss Simmons. You claim what’s yours and I’ll give you what you need. Then after you’ve come good and hard, I’ll take what I need.”
Our foreheads together, open mouths only a ragged breath apart, blindly I reach for him. Fingers shaking with the force of my hunger, I tug on the leather belt. When the buckle hangs free, I attack the snap of his jeans. The weight of his meaty erection does the rest, forcing the zipper down as his hot, thick inches fill my hands.
His teeth clench, fingers digging into my ass. “That’s all yours, baby. You understand?”
Mine. All this burning steel. His big body shudders as I measure his enormous length with a stroke of my fisted hands, then he shudders again as my thumb explores the slick tip of him.
“Now you lift that skirt for me,” he commands harshly, and doesn’t give me an instant to obey before hefting me straight upward, the friction of the wall’s nubbly texture against my back an unexpected and delicious burn through silk. I go up, but my dress doesn’t. The straps pull tight on my shoulders before slipping down my arms, the bodice falling and exposing the upper swells of my breasts, the slippery slide of the material only stopped when the edge of the neckline catches on my hardened nipples.
A tortured laugh rumbles from him. “As soon as I get into you, I’m gonna bounce those pretty tits right out of that dress.”
Rough and hard. God, I want that. But I also want to drive him absolutely crazy. “I think we should see how long you can fuck me without it falling down.”
His gaze rips away from my breasts and burns into mine. And I knew he was strong. One look at him, and I knew it. But how strong, I never imagined, as he grips my thighs in his giant hands and spreads me wide, pinning me to the wall. Then he holds me up like that, his muscles not even straining, all of his tension in the need crackling between us—and in the effort of his restraint. As if he’s already thinking of fucking me, of ravishing me against this wall, because I’m spread open and so greedy for it. But instead he maintains rigid self-control.
“You take hold of what’s yours, Miss Simmons.” Gold flames dance in his eyes, his voice pure dark smoke. “And teach my cock where it’s meant to be.”
Inside me. His shaft is a hot, throbbing weight that I can’t close my fingers around. His breath hisses through his teeth as I guide him to my molten center, slipping his broad crown through my sensitive folds before lodging him against my entrance.
“That’s it, baby.” He widens his stance, as if bracing his booted feet in preparation to drive up into me. “Now you hang onto me and I’ll take us the rest of the way.”
Shaking with need, I wreathe my arms around his neck. The movement tugs at the straps of my dress but the bodice doesn’t slip yet, and I don’t look down. Only up into his eyes as Ranger slowly presses into me.
And he’s big. Big big big. It doesn’t hurt—at least not in the way I usually think of hurt. There’s no sharp pain. Only a dull, burning ache that moves deeper and deeper, discomfort bleeding through the pleasure. I arch my back, tilting my hips to ease the pressure, unable to stop the whine in my throat.
“I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” Ranger’s open mouth moves against mine, not kissing but breathing hard, his chest heaving. “But I’ll be in you so often, your cunt’ll get used to taking me. And you feel so damn good on my cock. Holy fuck.”
His head falls back, the muscles of his throat working convulsively as his massive length slides deeper. Then deeper. His groan echoes off the ceiling when he settles fully into the open cradle of my sp
layed thighs.
“Every inch.” His voice is hoarse with disbelief. He groans again and pushes against me, rocking me gently into the wall with my pussy crammed full. Sensation swirls through my tautly stretched flesh, the ache easing and sweetening, the burn flickering from discomfort to pleasure. “Every fucking inch. Like you were made for me, baby. Or I was made for you. You all right?”
All right? I’m pinned against a wall by Ranger’s enormous cock, and he just groaned like my pussy was the best thing that ever happened to him.
“I’m good.” So good. Biting my lip, I try to tilt my hips again, but the weight of him holding me to the wall has me locked down tight, and I only manage to squirm a little. Yet by the way his chest expands like a bellows and his grip on my thighs tightens, that small movement charged through him like a wildfire.
“Don’t move,” he growls. “Don’t let that dress slip down, or I’ll fuck you deep and hard.”
Oh god. Is this a choice? Because I want him deep and hard. But I also want to push him right to the edge.
I go still.
Ranger gives a tortured groan like I made the wrong decision. Oh, but it’s the right one. It’s so right. Because he presses his forehead to mine again, has me impaled on his cock and hasn’t even kissed me yet, but suddenly the world narrows down to the space between us, filled with the intimacy of mingled breaths and shared months of waiting.
“Ranger,” I whisper.
“I know, baby.” With a roll of his hips, he grinds me into the wall, his heavy thickness massaging the full length of my channel, making pleasure bloom deep inside me. “You want it all right now, yeah? Every goddamn thing we’ve been imagining. Everything we’ve been needing. We’ll do it all. And so much more. We’ve got time.”
Not enough. So I don’t want to wait another second. “Please,” I beg, threading my fingers into his thick hair at his nape, trying to pull myself closer to him. “Now.”
“All right, then.” Softly he nips my bottom lip, teasing. “You demand, I obey. And we’ll take it slow and easy so that dress doesn’t fall. Ah, Christ help me, I can barely make myself pull out.”
Though he does, mouth drawn in a feral grimace. Slowly he withdraws until only the fat head of his erection is still wedged within me, and a needy ache rushes in to fill the emptiness he leaves behind.
He leans back, his hot gaze angling down to where we’re joined. “So goddamn wet and smooth. Your pussy slicked up my cock real good.”
Those swollen inches glisten between us, long and curved. And almost too impossibly thick to imagine how he’d just been inside me, but I watch as his shaft sinks into me again, feeding the greedy hunger that constricts my inner muscles around him.
“So damn smooth,” Ranger grits out, pushing deeper. “But not easy. Not into a cunt this tight.”
With a grunt, he fills me completely. The quiet thunk of his dangling belt buckle swinging into the wall joins the choked sound of pleasure I make when he bottoms out. So deep inside me. And nothing hurts now. It’s all so good, the pressure that was stretching me too tight, burning too hot when it was concentrated just in my pussy now building through my entire body in waves timed to the slow rhythm of his thrusts, the rougher cadence of every word he says, the swing of his buckle.
“Don’t know what’s better.” Thunk. “Being buried deep inside this tight little cunt or fucking my way in.” Thunk. “Never felt anything so goddamn hot and sweet.” Thunk. “Ah, Lord help me. Can’t come unless I feel you squeezing me, baby.”
Thunk.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Suddenly it’s too much. Slow torture of the sweetest kind. On ragged gasps, I squirm against the wall. Letting go of his neck, I brace my hands on his biceps instead, trying to gain leverage to push back against him. His cock invades my taut flesh again, and burning pressure returns to my pussy like a hot expanding balloon, but there’s no release for it, stretching tighter within me, twisting higher with every harsh breath over my lips and swing of his buckle.
But this time there’s no thunk. Ranger holds himself still, half-buried inside me.
“Alicia,” he says hoarsely, the golden sparks in his eyes glowing so bright. “Look at what we did.”
Made my dress fall. The bodice is bunched at my waist, my exposed nipples painfully erect and flushed a deep rose.
I almost sob with relief. “Oops.”
With a growl, Ranger slams his hips forward, shunting his cock deep. I let loose a scream as pleasure bursts through me, blinding me with the sheer intensity. This is what I need. This, this, this. His body batters me into the wall, his grunts and the wet slap of flesh joining the rapid thunkthunkthunk of his belt. For the first time in what seems like forever I don’t feel the monster inside me, don’t feel the endless terrifying hunger. All that I feel is this ecstasy, and Ranger driving into me, chasing away everything else with each brutal thrust.
The swelling pressure tightens unbearably. My fingers twist in the black cotton stretched across his chest, his name a desperate chant on my lips, my legs shaking uncontrollably in his unyielding grip.
“Like that, baby.” Expression feral, he pistons his cock faster, harder. “This is what I live for now. To make you come. To make you scream. To feel your pussy cinch up so goddamn tight that I can’t even get in without—”
Teeth bared in a savage grimace, he breaks off to pump into me with short, hard jolts, setting off little blasts of pleasure that make me shudder and whine, my inner muscles constricting.
Snarling, Ranger hikes my knees up, shoving me higher up the wall. On the first hard stroke the new angle detonates an explosion within me, flaring white behind my eyes as the orgasm rips through my convulsing flesh. The devastating wake tears my senses apart, everything I see and hear and feel scattering into disparate pieces.
Slowly I come back to the smoke of his voice, the burning embers of his eyes…his thick cock still buried inside me. But I’m not pinned to the wall anymore. Instead he’s holding me against his chest, his big hands cradling my ass, his gaze burning into mine.
Still quivering, I wrap my legs around his hips. “You didn’t come?”
“Fuck no.” Carrying me, he strides toward the bed, each step setting off little aftershocks that make me gasp and helplessly ride the rigid length inside me. “Ain’t going to fill this pussy with cum until after I taste it. But you didn’t make holding back easy, baby, giving me a cunt made of pure fucking heaven.”
Heaven is Ranger inside me. And heaven is Ranger’s tortured groan as he withdraws from my slick heat. As gently as if I’m a precious object, he lays me on the mattress, then steps back to tear his shirt over his head.
And that’s heaven, too, because I’m certain that I hear angels singing when his bare torso comes into view. I’ve always thought of myself as a fan of hairless chests, of the Captain Americas and the Thors. But it turns out that I’m a girl with a thing for mountains of muscle covered in forests of hair. The sheer masculinity on display makes my pussy clench, and when my gaze follows that forest path trailing down the ridges of his stomach, the thick column of his erection jutting from between his tree trunk thighs suddenly has me shifting around on the bed, trying to ease the deep, hollow ache that I thought my orgasm had blown away.
He kicks off his boots and his jeans. Standing in all his enormous, nude glory, he rakes his hungry gaze from my face to my thighs, pressed tightly together to contain the greedy ache inside me. Hot desire ripples through my lower belly when he scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip, and I whimper in delicious anticipation.
Ranger stoops closer to the bed, his face stark with need. With shocking swiftness, his fingers hook under the dress bunched around my waist and strip the silk down my legs. He tosses the garment into a nearby chair. A considering look is given to my high heels before he lets them be, and I laugh though the panting lust that has overtaken me again.
“You spread those pretty thighs now,” he rasps, his big fist stroking his e
ngorged length, his gaze roaming over my flushed face, my heaving breasts. “Give me a good look at the pussy I’m about to eat.”
Shyness threatens to return, the sudden fear that he’ll think I’m awkward and silly instead of sexy—but only for the beat it takes to meet his dark eyes again, to see Ranger watching me as if he wants me more than he’s ever wanted anything. Emboldened by that look, I part my legs, knees bent with my heels digging into the bedspread. Then for good measure, I arch my back and cup my breasts in my hands, my thumbs teasing my beaded nipples, and touch the tip of my tongue to my upper lip.
Ranger’s reaction is everything I could have hoped for. A hoarse grunt erupts from him and his massive body goes rigid. Not moving, not breathing. Utterly still…except for his eyes, consuming me on a slow path from my mouth to my tits, then between my thighs. The moment his gaze settles there, his fist abruptly clenches around the flared rim of his cockhead, and a rivulet of cum spills from the tip to stream down over his white-knuckled fingers.
“Uh-oh,” I tease, my hand leaving my breast to slip down over my stomach. “Did seeing the naughty teacher’s shy little pussy almost make you come? Then what happens when I touch—”
A growl rips through the room. He lunges onto the bed, catching my wrist in one hand and my opposite ankle in the other. With deliberate intent, his head lowers between my thighs, but all the while his gaze burns upward, locked on mine in wordless warning.
That I’m his to touch. His to please. Ranger doesn’t say it. He doesn’t need to. That look resonates somewhere deep inside me and I understand him perfectly.
“Yes,” I whisper, my heart pounding with the same wanton abandon that spread my legs to reveal the vulnerable core of me. I’m so ready to give everything to him. “Yours.”
An approving rumble from his chest is followed by a warm press of his lips to the center of my palm. He releases my wrist and wraps his arm around my thigh, angling his forearm back down over my hip, his big hand low on my belly. A quiver races over my skin as his long fingers form a V above my clit and part the lips of my sex.