Wild Card

by Lora Leigh

  “You’re hot,” he drawled, unclipping the bra between her breasts and dragging it off her shoulders. “I bet you’re so wet I could drown in your juices.”

  “As wet as you are hard.”

  His breath jerked in his chest as her fingers curled around his cock. Not all the way. He looked down, seeing the space where her fingers wouldn’t meet, then glanced up at her and grinned.

  “I’m hard, baby. Real hard.”

  “You are, aren’t you?” She stroked the length as his hand tangled in her hair again.

  “You’re going to find out how hard,” he growled. “Go down on me, Sabella. Suck me. Show me how bad you want to be fucked.”

  Her eyes flashed back at him. Hunger and defiance. But the hunger won out. She wanted him in her mouth just as damned bad as he wanted to be there.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, almost shaking from the need as she began to kiss her way down his chest, his hard abs. Son of a bitch, he was going to explode before her lips ever touched him. “God, Sabella. Sweet baby. Your lips.”

  He jerked. He felt as though liquid fire were enveloping the crest of his cock, stroking over him, vibrating with a moan.

  He looked down at her, watched his flesh stretch her pink lips, watched the head sink inside her suckling mouth, and felt himself break apart.

  Sabella watched his face. She watched the emotion that suddenly contorted it, and felt the pain that struck inside her. Pain and hunger, twisted hopes and shadowed fears that she couldn’t hang on to.

  Oh God. Like before. A part of her. She sucked him deeper, eagerly, watching the wild fire in his eyes, watching his face, the dark lust that filled it, the agony that creased it, and she fought to fill him with pleasure. He loved this. He loved the total dominance he was releasing against her, he loved her need to buck against it, her need to feel that power, that force inside him that urged her to fight it, as well as to submit to it.

  Conflicting pleasures and urges that she knew would leave the memories of his past dominance a pale shadow. He was going to take her tonight. Tonight, she would have everything he had ever held back from her. Tonight she would know, finally, the man she had held but whose dark core she had never been given a glimpse into.

  And she loved it. She loved the sense of struggle between them, of being able to assert and to submit.

  And he was making sure of the submit part. Both hands dug into her hair, clenched and held her still as his cock pushed past her lips in short, hard strokes.

  “Fuck. You love it.” He held her head still, dragged his cock back slowly before pressing back in in a series of short, hard strokes. “You love it, baby. Your mouth filled with my cock, your body burning for me.”

  She gripped his thighs, her nails digging into the chaps, so turned on by the sight of his cock jutting out from leather and denim that she was creaming furiously. She could feel her juices washing to her panties, slick and hot, tormenting her clit as the folds of her pussy became saturated with the heat of her moisture.

  She clenched her thighs together, her vision dazing as his head tipped back, long hair rippling around his face, and his hips moved. He fucked her mouth as she tightened around his cock. Rippled her tongue over the underside and moaned at the taste of him.

  Could anything be sexier? Hotter? Total and complete dominance. He was going to push her, and she knew it. He was going to crawl so deep inside her that she didn’t have to worry about being free of him.

  “Damn you,” he panted, staring down at her again, pausing, then pulling back slow and easy, seeing the moisture of her mouth glistening on his cock before he pushed back, lost control for fragile seconds, and fucked her lips like a man dying for the sensation.

  Ragged pleasure, sensations sharp and hot, wrapped around the head of his cock, struck his balls, and then raced up his spine to sizzle in the base of his brain.

  Damn, he had never known pleasure like this. Never before Sabella.

  He forced himself to pause, his breathing harsh, heavy.

  He jerked back, pulling his cock from her lips before he could spill his come in her mouth. Pulling her to her feet, he spun her around, gripping her wrists and forcing her to wrap her hands around the cherry spindles of the stair railing.

  “Stay there.” He nipped her shoulder as she arched her back, her denim-clad ass rubbing against his cock.

  Reaching around in front of her, he jerked her belt loose, unsnapped and unzipped the shorts and pushed them over her thighs.

  Sliding his hand between her thighs, he cupped the humid heat of her pussy through her panties, felt the damp need, the roll of her hips as his fingers played over her clit.

  The fingers of his other hand cupped her breast, rolled her nipple.

  “God, your nipples are so hard. So tight.” He raked his lips over her shoulder, glimpsed her profile.

  Closed eyes, lashes feathering her cheeks, her face flushed and dazed with pleasure. Her lips were parted, reddened, swollen from his dick shuttling between them.

  He groaned against her shoulder as he shoved her panties down her legs and palmed her bare sex.

  “So slick and wet.” He let his teeth rasp over her shoulder, moving to her neck.

  Sabella was lost in the pleasure. She held tight to the spindles, feeling it washing through her body like a tidal wave. Swamping her with sensation.

  “Such a pretty sweet pussy.” He cupped her again, his fingers caressing around her clit, never close enough to send her rocking into orgasm. “It’s so pretty and tiny. So tight and hot it’s all I can do not to come just thinking about it.”

  She felt her juices flood her channel, spread her legs further, and trembled with the need to come.

  “You like it when I get nasty, don’t you, Sabella?” He licked her neck, one hand gripping the front of her neck and tilting it back. “Look at me, baby. Tell me how much you like being nasty with me.”

  Her lashes lifted and she stared into the navy blue fire raging in his eyes.

  She wasn’t ready to submit to him.

  She smiled tauntingly. “You’re so bad,” she drawled, letting her Southern accent free, tempting him with it, reminding him of everything they had once had. “Maybe I’m just going along with you.”

  His hand landed against the curve of her ass in a light little slap. The feel of it streaked across her nerve endings, a light little fire that she needed. She needed that racing pleasure-pain, the intensity of the sensation burning through her mind.

  “Should I beg you?” she gasped, pressing her ass back as his palm shaped it, cupped it. “Don’t have the nerve to go through with it?”

  She watched the smile that curved his lips. Rakish. Dangerous. Confident.

  “Wrong words, baby,” he growled.

  “Yeah. I’m scared.”

  His hand landed again and she rose on her tiptoes, her fingers tightening on the spindles as a gasping cry fell from her lips.

  Before she could recover, another fell. Two. One on each cheek.

  One hand gripped her hip, holding her in place. With the other he laid the fiery little caresses along her ass, making her burn with the pleasure. She could feel it echoing in her sex, her clit. Oh God, in her nipples.

  She writhed, tried to twist out of his hold, to press back closer to each heavy tap on her butt. Her head thrashed against his chest, perspiration dampening her skin, as she whimpered and bit her lip to keep from begging for more.

  “Had enough?” He bit her ear.

  “Getting tired?” Her voice was part sob.

  “Sabella, baby, you don’t know what you’re tempting here.” His hand smoothed between her thighs again, fingers dragging through the thick juices, easing them back to the tender opening between her rear cheeks. “We keep on this path, and you’ll go places you’ve never gone before.”

  She opened her eyes and smiled tauntingly. “How do you know where I’ve gone before, Noah? Maybe you’re just scared of going there with me.”

  His eyes locked wit
h hers. They narrowed, his expression tightened.

  His finger slid fully inside her rear entrance and she swore she almost climaxed. Her eyes rolled back, closed, and she shook, shuddered.

  “Do you think you get to come that easy, sugar?” he whispered against her ear. “Oh baby. Not hardly.”

  With his finger lodged inside her, just penetrating her, he held her in place as the other hand landed on the curve of her butt again. The little smack, his finger stretching inside her, not really moving, just kind of flexing, and she felt fire streak through her senses.

  She was gasping his name, almost pleading as she tried to bear down on the impalement, to make him go deeper.

  Another slap and she was crying out his name, lost in the sweet burn and dying for more. Just a little bit more. Each heavy caress, each tiny slap, heated her flesh and sent fingers of that heat racing to wrap around her clit, to tighten around it.

  She was so close. So close she could feel the edge of madness burning inside her.

  “Do you want to come, baby?” He kissed her neck, her shoulders. He bit, licked, sucked at her flesh until each touch was an agony of pleasure. “Tell me, Sabella, sweet little lover. Do you want to come for me?”

  So bad. Oh God, she wanted to come so bad.

  “I’ll consider it,” she gasped hoarsely and heard his surprised chuckle.

  “Oh baby, you’re going to do more than consider it. You’re going to beg for it.”

  His finger slid free of her and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out in disappointment. Until he went to his knees.

  Sabella froze and swallowed tightly. Oh Lord, what had she done?

  “God, I love your ass.” He kissed one cheek, licked it, lightly smacked the other and she swore she nearly lost strength in her legs. She almost melted in front of him. She almost went up in a shower of flames.

  “I’m going to fuck this pretty ass.” His fingers parted her, and a little scream left her lips as she felt his tongue lick down the cleft before rimming the tiny entrance he had penetrated with a quick, hard lick.

  “Hold on to the rails, Sabella.” He spanked her again as her legs turned to jelly and she nearly went to the floor from the pleasure. “Hold on tight, sugar. I’m not finished here yet.”

  He pushed her thighs farther apart, turned, and before she could process the change in position, his head was between her thighs, his mouth on her pussy.

  Long, callused fingers parted the bare flesh as he licked through the sensitive, drenched slit. His tongue slid inside her, worked her, drove her crazy with the need racing through her, burning her with pleasure.

  “You taste like sunshine,” he growled at her clit. “The sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted in my life. Like fucking ambrosia.” He licked around her clit as his fingers drew more of her juices back, back, penetrating her rear again while one finger on the other hand slid inside the tormented depths of her.

  “So tight. So hot.” Two fingers penetrated her dually, working inside her as Sabella laid her head against the stair rail and sobbed in pleasure.

  “Tell me you like it,” he demanded then kissed her clit. A pursed-lipped kiss with the added lick of his tongue, just above it.

  “Oh God. Noah!” She screamed his name, sobbed it.

  “You’re so fucking wet you’re drenching me. So hot and wild, Sabella. Get wild for me, baby. Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

  Both fingers slid deep, impaled and stroked, and still he kept her on the edge. Just enough that her body flooded with the excess of her need, and he was there, lapping at it. Fucking her with his fingers, licking her with his tongue.

  “Are you ready to come for me, Sabella?” His fingers slid back, returned, thrusting inside her slow and easy and making her insane for fast and hard. “I could get that pretty little clit off for you? Or do you need to think about it a while longer? I could give you a few more minutes. I could tie your hands to those rails and give you a few more hours.”

  Hours? Sabella blinked in dazed tormented pleasure. She could feel the perspiration on her skin, the slick need that coated her thighs. She stared at her hands, locked on the spindles, and knew she couldn’t last. She could never last hours.

  “Sabella.” Lyrical, hoarse, deep, his voice was another caress. “Tell me, baby. Do I need to tie you and let you think about it a while longer?”

  “Noah.” Her voice was ragged, her breathing heavy, labored. “Oh God. Let me come. Please let me come.”

  “Such a good girl.”

  And he rewarded her. His finger slid back from her pussy, another joined it, pressed forward as the one in her rear thrust deep again. He drew her clit between his lips, sucked and licked, and Sabella saw fireworks.

  She screamed at the pleasure, racing explosions fractured through her nervous system and left her shuddering, trembling, as she rode the pleasure for every fiery wave she could get from it. Her wail echoed inside her head. Her legs shook and only the hands that suddenly gripped her thighs held her on her feet.

  She was sobbing from the need now. The pleasure was still racing through her, and still, she needed more. That need had crawled under her flesh and seared her with a hunger as desperate as the one she glimpsed in Noah’s eyes.

  “Wildcat.” He moved behind her, peeled her fingers from the rails, and pulled her to him. “Sweet, sexy little wildcat.”

  His lips came over hers, tasting of her, and of him and of wild need. Sabella moaned in pleasure, trying to crawl up his body, to force the thick stalk of his cock inside her where it belonged. If she didn’t get him inside her she was going to die. She ached. Needed.

  “So beautiful.” His voice was hoarse now, as wild as his eyes. “Come on, baby. I have another treat for you.”

  Her fingers wrapped as far around his cock as they could, stroked, and she nearly came again at the sight of him, so thick and hard, rising from between the material of his jeans and the chaps covering them. Like a damned sex god. And she was melting like a slavish little pet.

  He pulled her fingers from him, turned her and headed her up the stairs. She moved up the first two steps, desperate to get to their bedroom.

  Until he stopped her, pulled her to her knees, and a second later his cock was pressing into her.

  “I can’t wait.” His hands gripped her hips, flexed at them. “Ah God, Sabella, I can’t wait.”

  He surged inside her, hard and deep, thick and heavy, the ropy veins caressing and stroking hidden nerve endings as she arched her back and cried out his name.

  How was he supposed to survive this? Noah blinked back the sweat from his eyes, his breathing harsh, heavy as he felt the tight, gripping muscles of Sabella’s pussy wrap around his cock.

  He was lost in her. That dark lust he had always capped was driving inside him now, released, freed. So wild, so hungry, there was no way to control it. He didn’t want to control it.

  He pumped inside her, staring down, watching as his thick flesh pulled free of her, dripping with her juices, only to sink into the tightest, hottest flesh he had ever known.

  He was supposed to survive without this now?

  He was supposed to walk away? To give her up?

  He shook his head as he pumped harder, deeper, groaning as he felt the slick, desperate clutch of her pussy along the hard shaft.

  Pressing high and deep he heard her wail. His name, a plea. Her pussy milked him, devoured him. The slap of flesh against flesh filled his ears, the liquid grip of her muscles, the feel of her beneath him, giving to him, taking him.

  He shook his head. He groaned her name. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. He could only take her. Take her hard and deep.

  “Fuck. Yes. Damn you.” He was rocking inside her, every inch of his erection stroked and clenched inside every inch of her pussy. “Damn you, milk me. Milk my cock, baby. Ah hell. Yeah. Ah yes, come around me. Come around me, baby.”

  She was coming, milking, rippling, crying his name. Crying his name in a voice filled with ragged
emotion, with more than lust, more than need as he pumped his seed inside her, filled her, and collapsed over her, fighting for breath.

  If he had to move right now, he might shatter. Noah could feel so much rising inside him, devouring him. What the hell was he going to do? Because he didn’t know now, if he could walk away from her, no matter the risk.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Her bed smelled like him again. Sabella woke up the next morning, Noah was curled around her back like a living blanket, and she sighed at the realization that she wasn’t going to be free of him. Ever. And God only knew what was going to end up happening on this mission of his.

  She let her hand smooth over his arm, feeling the rasp of dark hairs, and let herself just luxuriate in the feel of him for a moment.

  He was wild. After taking her on the stairs, he had taken her once more in the bed. As though he couldn’t get enough of her. Just as she couldn’t get enough of him.

  “Go back to sleep,” he mumbled behind her, and the husky sleep-worn sound of his voice reminded her so much of their marriage.

  “But I’m awake.” She kept her voice soft, almost at a whisper.

  “It’s not daylight yet.”

  No, it wasn’t. But she didn’t want to miss a second of being with him.

  “Do you ever watch the sun rise?” she asked, turning on her back and staring at his face.

  Thick long lashes lay on his cheeks. His cheekbones weren’t as high as they had once been. She could see where his nose had been broken.

  God, the hell he must have endured. Alone. How had he borne it?

  “Sometimes,” he mumbled.

  “I love the sunrise.” She looked over at her window. An eastern view, where she could watch the first light coming into the house. “It’s warm, even in the winter. It’s like seeing a new beginning. A new reason to get out of bed. If the sun can rise every morning, then there’s a reason to hope.”

  His lashes lifted. For once, his eyes weren’t wild. The color wasn’t as dark. It was all she could do to hold back her shock, her cry. They were Nathan’s eyes. Irish eyes. Like gems flickering with laughter and love in his dark face.