Wicked

by Jaci Burton

  “Let’s try out this new bed,” he said, drawing her hand in his and motioning her to the bed with the other. “Get up there and put your hands on the canopy.”

  She knew he’d like that part of the bed. He held her hand while she climbed onto the mattress, then grasped the top rail of the canopy. Oh, she’d measured everything, made sure she could comfortably reach the top rail. Not that she expected to ever have the pleasure of using it, but she knew Rand’s desires and figured some woman would.

  Yeah. Her. She was that woman. Standing on her bed, gripping her canopy. She shivered in anticipation as she looked down at Rand.

  He removed his gun holster, unbuckled his belt, slipping it through the loops of his jeans and holding it in the palm of his hands. She smiled down at him, wondering if he’d spank her with it.

  Did she want him to? She grabbed her bottom lip with her teeth and watched intently as he laid the belt on the chair in the corner between the nightstand and dresser.

  “No, baby,” he said as he turned back to her. “If I smack that fine ass of yours, it’s going to be with my hand. I want to feel your skin heat up with every swat.”

  She inhaled sharply and kept her thoughts to herself, watching as he peeled his shirt off, revealing his bronzed chest, then went to work on his jeans. Like her, he tormented her with a slow revelation of his golden body. Impatient, she wanted him to hurry and undress. But he took his damn sweet time, flipping the button open on his jeans, then drawing the zipper down, pausing to look up at her as his knuckles brushed his hard-on.

  God, that was hot. She wanted to touch him, to undress him, to unveil his cock and engulf it with her mouth. She swallowed and stayed silent, her palms beginning to sweat as she held on to the canopy rail.

  “Good girl,” he said, shucking his jeans to the floor and casting them aside. He walked toward the bed, and she tensed, every part of her taut and ready for his touch.

  “Spread your legs.”

  The extra-firm mattress made it easy to stand on. She gripped the top of the canopy and widened her stance, wanting to make sure he saw everything between her legs he wanted to see.

  “Now, that’s a goddamn picture,” he said, tilting his head to study her. “I’d love to have a photograph of you like this. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

  She always felt beautiful when he looked at her. Her skin flushed from his perusal, her nipples thrusting forward, eager for his mouth to capture each one. Moisture gathered between her pussy lips, a quivering excitement pulsing at her clit.

  Please, please touch me.

  Like a mind reader, he reached between her legs, teasing her inner thighs with the tips of his fingers, keeping his gaze focused on her face.

  When she designed the bed, she knew her height, and his, and configured the entire setup so that if she were standing on this bed and he standing on the floor, his mouth would be at the right level to her—

  “Oh, my.” Yes, that was absolutely perfect.

  He’d grasped her buttocks and drew her pussy against his mouth, his tongue swirling over her needy clit. She wanted to thread her fingers into his hair, to pull him even closer, but she held on to the bar of the canopy and thrust her hips against his face, feeding him.

  He pulled away and looked up at her. “You like this?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then let me hear you.”

  She’d never been very verbal before. Then again, what man before Rand had given her reason to be?

  He looked at her and snaked his tongue out to swirl around her clit, lifting her legs off the bed and onto his shoulders. He ate her pussy this way, his mouth clamping down on her clit to suck at it, hard.

  “Oh, God, Rand! Yes!” she cried, not even realizing she’d said the words aloud until he hummed his satisfaction against her sex, which only served to drive her arousal up another notch. The heat and wetness of his mouth coupled with his tongue flicking madly around her clit, his chin fucking her pussy, saliva dripping down the crack of her ass—it was too much. She came, bucking wildly against him and screaming, glad he lived out in the middle of nowhere, because she sure as hell would have brought any nearby neighbors running in their direction with her loud wails.

  But damn, she couldn’t help it. The climax racked her from the inside out, crashing waves of intense contractions that curled her toes and left her shattered and shaking.

  “Let go, baby,” he whispered.

  She did, collapsing onto her knees and drawing in gulps of air to settle herself. Rand crawled onto the bed and grasped her hands, rubbing them to restart her circulation.

  “I’m fine.”

  “I’ll say,” he teased, then let go of her hands to thread his fingers in her hair. He drew her into a kiss, sliding his tongue in her mouth. The kiss was raw, passionate, his tongue diving, his lips demanding and needy.

  He pushed her back onto the bed, moving them onto the center of the mattress and covering her body with his. She welcomed his possession, entwining her legs with his, arching to meet his cock. He slid inside her with one quick thrust, making her gasp with the sweet invasion.

  Rand pulled back to look at her, unable to quite believe yet that Blair was his, that she’d agreed to marry him, to live here with him. Her pussy pulsed around him, milking him with tight contractions.

  “Baby,” he murmured against her throat, closing his eyes and living just in this moment in time. He reared back and surged against her, burying deep, needing these few seconds of just bonding with her.

  She tangled her fingers in his hair and raised her hips, wrapping her legs around him to draw him closer. “Rand,” she whispered back. “I love you.”

  For as long as he lived he’d never tire of hearing those words whispered from her lips. He never realized how much he wanted to possess her until she said yes. Now, he vowed to give her everything she wanted.

  Especially here, where she’d been denied pleasure for so long.

  He gripped her wrists and raised them over her head, holding them together with one hand while he raised himself off her, staring at her breasts, watching the nipples pucker under his gaze.

  “You hot for me, baby?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “Lick my nipples,” she whispered.

  “Like this?” He bent down and glided his tongue over one taut peak, feeling her shudder underneath him, her pussy gripping his cock in wild spasms.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Or like this?” He surrounded the bud with his teeth and tugged, then flicked it with his tongue, finally capturing the entire nipple and sucking it into the heat of his mouth.

  “Rand!” She pulled at his hair, hard, writhing underneath him. He surged forward, pumping his cock faster as he nipped and bit and licked at her other nipple until her cream poured from her cunt.

  When he looked up at her again, her eyes were glassy, unfocused, as if she were drugged or dazed. She was panting, lifting her hips, and raking her nails along his shoulders and upper back as he powered his cock hard inside her.

  His woman was out of control.

  Just where he wanted her. Right at the peak and ready to explode. Her pussy gripped him so hard he could barely pull away from her, but he did, withdrawing and pulling her off the bed for a moment. He threw the coverlet to the end of the bed, then pushed her forward again.

  “On your hands and knees, Blair.”

  As she crawled onto the bed, he stood at the side and watched her, her pussy wide open, dripping wet, and ready for his invasion.

  Oh, he wanted back in there, but he wanted something else, too. That tiny puckered hole above her pussy beckoned to him. He’d possessed her, but not completely. And he had to have her completely.

  “I’m going to take some of that ass today, Blair. You ready for it?”

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  Was ther
e anything she wouldn’t allow Rand to have? She doubted it. Now, on her hands and knees, her pussy and ass spread out before him, the thought of him fucking her tight back door only excited her even more. His cock spearing her there, taking possession of her in a way no man ever had—she wanted to reach between her legs and rub her clit to orgasm right now just thinking about him filling her ass with his thick cock.

  “Yes, Rand, I’m ready for it.”

  She’d give him anything and everything he wanted.

  “You ever let a man in your ass?”

  The tight strain in his voice only fueled her own excitement. “No, Rand.”

  He stood at the side of the bed while she was on her hands and knees, her feet dangling over the side. He touched her legs, massaging her calves as he smoothed his hands up her thighs, then caressed her buttocks before delivering a very light swat to her ass.

  “How come no man ever fucked that tight ass, baby?”

  She shrugged. “Didn’t want them to.”

  “But you’re gonna let me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “You ever fuck yourself in the ass with a toy or something?”

  God, his questions. They both embarrassed and inflamed her with the need to come. “Yes, I have.”

  He smacked her ass again, the sting making her undulate against his hand. He caressed her butt cheek, the smooth movements of his hand the exact opposite of the hard swat of a few seconds ago. When he slid his fingers in her cunt, she pushed back against them, needing his cock to fill her pussy again.

  “Tell me about it,” he said, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. He slammed into her cunt, hard. She threw her head back and moaned, then ground her ass against his pelvis.

  “I sometimes fuck myself with my fingers and stick a dildo in my ass,” she admitted, wondering if he’d accept all her wicked thoughts.

  “Goddamn,” he whispered. “And what are you fantasizing about when you do that?”

  “Two men taking me.”

  He smacked her ass, and she moaned.

  “Do you want to be double-fucked, baby?”

  Animal urges coursed inside her, the need to really let loose with Rand like she’d never done with a man before. “No. But I sure as hell like thinking about it when I’m getting off.”

  “Stay put.”

  Like she’d even think about going anywhere. He withdrew and went into the bathroom. She craned her neck to see what he was doing. He returned shortly with a bottle of lubricant and a towel.

  “Turn around and look straight ahead,” he ordered. “And spread your legs wider. I want to see that ass.”

  She shivered, her clit throbbing. Oh, she wanted to touch it, to rub it until she came. The need was so strong, but she waited, knowing Rand wanted to control their play. The tension was sweet and torturous as she wondered what he was going to do and when. Not being able to watch him heightened the experience.

  She felt the slow trickle of something warm along her ass. The lubricant. He dripped it down her asshole, then rubbed her anus with the tip of his finger. She couldn’t help it, she whimpered. The nerve endings there were so sensitive. She’d often played with her own anus while she masturbated, but oh, it was nothing like having Rand touch her there.

  “Sweet little ass,” he murmured, sliding his finger past the tight-muscled barrier, penetrating her until white-hot sensation gripped her. She squeezed, feeling the ripple of ecstasy all the way to her clit. When he thrust his cock into her pussy and buried his finger in her ass, she about died, grunting in pleasure.

  “Rand,” was all she could say in response to the sensation of being filled with his cock, of having his finger in her ass.

  “Tight. So tight,” he said, withdrawing his finger a little, only to slide it back in until he was buried to the last knuckle. “Can you take my cock in there, Blair?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me you want it, baby.”

  She pushed against his finger, against his cock. “Fuck my ass, Rand. Hurry.”

  He removed his finger, pouring more lubricant against her anus. She lifted her ass, anticipating, needing his invasion.

  “You ready for me?”

  “Yes,” she said, her voice so breathless it didn’t even sound like her own. “Please.”

  “Oh I like it when you beg for my cock, baby.”

  She felt the thick head probing at her anus, the initial push so tight it made her wonder if he’d fit inside her tight channel.

  “This is going to hurt. I’m big.”

  “I know. Fuck me.”

  He smoothed his hand over her buttocks as he pushed his way in. Slow and gentle, despite her eager attempts to get him to shove hard and quick. It burned. It hurt. It was glorious, filling her with thick cock, invading her where no man had been.

  Blair felt like a virgin, giving something to Rand that she’d given to no man before. His gentle strokes along her back and buttocks were so sweet they brought tears to her eyes.

  But then he pushed, hard, shoving inside her and burying himself to the hilt.

  “God,” he said. “So tight.”

  She heard him suck in a breath, then he withdrew and pushed forward again.

  “You okay?”

  The pain subsided, replaced only with a heady pleasure, a need to come while he rode her ass, a need to feel him possess her completely. “I’m fine. Fuck me hard.”

  He groaned. “Touch your pussy for me, Blair. Make yourself come.”

  Finally. She reached between her legs and thrummed her clit, the nub distended and aching with building pressure. With every stroke of her fingers, the vortex swirled around her in blinding sensation, tightening, taking her closer to climax.

  Rand picked up the pace, powering harder with each stroke, his balls slapping her pussy as he fucked her ass. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he gave it to her hard now.

  “I’m going to come in your ass, Blair. Hard and hot. You ready for me?”

  Her fingers moved faster over her clit, so close she could barely speak. She moaned, ground her ass against him, and cried out, shaking all over as she came. She felt the contractions in her ass, gripping, milking his cock as she rode wave after wave of an incredible climax while Rand shuddered and tensed against her, then spent hot jets of come inside her.

  He leaned over and moved her hair out of the way, kissing the damp tendrils at the back of her neck while she gasped underneath him, trying to catch her breath. He snaked an arm around her middle to support her. God, her arms were shaking.

  “Shower?” he whispered in her ear.

  She laughed. “Great idea.”

  He lifted her off the bed and carried her into the bathroom, depositing her into the shower. She’d had that remodeled to, with multiple jets on three sides. They had some fun with that after Rand had washed her from head to toe, playing for a long time and shooting each other with water before finally shutting it off.

  He dried her with a large towel, then carried her to bed, ordering her to stay put while he took off down the hall.

  He’d been gone awhile, and Blair wondered where he’d gone. Finally, he returned, balancing a tray with two glasses of iced tea and strawberries and chocolate syrup. She sat up in bed and smoothed the covers down while he set the tray in the center of the bed between them.

  “Oh, yummy. I love strawberries.” She started to grab one, but he lightly tapped her hand.

  “Uh-uh. Let me.” He picked one up, dipped it in the chocolate sauce, and slid it between her lips. She licked the chocolate off, then bit down, enjoying the sweet flavor bursting in her mouth.

  “Oh. That’s heaven.”

  Rand leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers, sliding his tongue to lick along hers. Her stomach tumbled in warmth and renewed desire.

  “You taste sweet.”

 
“You’re the bedroom dominant. Shouldn’t I be feeding you?” she asked when he fed her another bite.

  He shook his head. “Doesn’t work that way. At least not in my mind. I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy. You’ll be doing enough servicing of me in the bedroom,” he said with a wicked gleam.

  “Devil.”

  “Wicked woman.”

  He popped another strawberry in her mouth, then followed it up with a kiss. She sighed in utter contentment and smiled at the man she loved.

  If only she’d known what she’d been missing all these years, she’d have given up control a long time ago.

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  the digital novella that tells Callie’s story.

  Available December 2020 from InterMix!

  one

  Jack Fellows was hot. Hot, hot, hot. Dayum hot.

  And totally and completely out of Callie Jameson’s league. Not even on the same planet.

  She sighed as she poured a coffee refill for one of her regular customers, offering up the famous Jameson smile. Her coffee shop was her livelihood, her life’s blood. She loved this place, had started with nothing and now had a decent, if modest, business going. And that’s what she needed to concentrate on.

  Not fantasizing about sex with a guy she saw once a day Monday through Friday. She served him coffee, they exchanged a couple sentences, and that was it.

  In the business world, he was executive and she was service. And never the twain shall meet. Especially in the bedroom.

  “Mornin’ gorgeous,” Jack said as he stepped up to the counter.

  Thank God her skin was dark enough to hide the blush. Really, how old was she, anyway? She should be long past the blushing stage. “Mornin’ yourself, Jack. The usual?”

  He arched a dark brow and studied the menu. “I think I’m in the mood for something different today.”

  How about a nice coffee-shop owner, a widow, under thirty-five, hasn’t had sex in far too long, and extremely needy. God, she was pathetic. Like Mr. White Bread Executive would ever in a million years entertain the idea. “Take your time. Looks like you’re the end of my morning rush.”