Wanted by a Dangerous Man

by Cleo Peitsche

  What was it about being horny that made me so very accepting of Corbin’s incessant boundary-pushing? I should have been clawing his eyes out, but instead I wanted to curl up in his lap and wait for him to give me what I needed.

  He shoved two fingers into my slickness, and I gasped; his fingers were large, just like the rest of him. He used his hand between my legs to direct me around the sofa. “Sit,” he ordered.

  I sat on the couch, Corbin’s fingers still anchored deep. He applied pressure between my breasts, and I obediently slouched back. It wasn’t like I had any choice with my hands tied together.

  He knelt and kissed my belly, then the little patch of hair on my mound.

  “No,” I gasped. I tried to shove him away.

  He glanced up at me. “You don’t like oral sex?”

  “It doesn’t do anything for me.” I looked away.

  “Oh. Well if that’s all.” He dipped his tongue into my folds while one of his fingers caressed the front wall of my cunt.

  “Oral doesn’t get me off,” I persisted.

  He looked up, annoyed. “This is for my pleasure. I’ve been tasting you on my fingers, but I want it from the source. I’m doing this whether you like it or not. If you enjoy it, fine, but that’s not my goal.” He sounded convincing, but I knew better.

  I waited for him to do what the other men had done: take a few obligatory, inaccurate swipes and then sit up, looking like they expected applause and a medal.

  Corbin’s eyes were closed. “Get comfortable,” he ordered without opening them. “I’m going to be here awhile, licking and savoring you.”

  I sighed, resigned. Oral sex always made me feel like I was expected to perform.

  His right hand slid up my stomach and covered my breast. He squeezed my nipple between his fingers, and it tightened into a pinkish pebble. He tugged on it, and I arched my back, pushing myself onto his mouth without realizing what I was doing.

  He made a strange noise, all satisfied yet hungry, and so very male. Oh god, I thought. He really likes this. While my mind was working through the impossibility of this, my body was obeying Corbin’s skillful charms. I strained toward him. He responded by flicking his tongue over my clit in a tempo so perfect that my body squeezed around his fingers.

  The orgasm didn’t exactly come out of nowhere; I’d been horny ever since he stopped fucking me. But it was intense. My stomach muscles contracted forcefully and my shoulders came up off the sofa. My entire body probably would have flown into the air if Corbin hadn’t been between my legs, pinning me down under his ravenous mouth.

  My lips parted with a wordless plea. I wanted more, and Corbin gave it to me, his tongue flicking, his lips sucking, his fingers stroking.

  Strangled noises erupted from my raw throat. Corbin continued to lap my quivering flesh, his tongue swirling over my clit, then exploring the area behind my pussy, which made me panic again.

  He licked me everywhere.

  I would have thought that licking a woman’s ass, even if freshly showered, would be demeaning for him, except he’d decided to do it, and I was helpless, no match against his powerfully strong muscles that tensely held me, forced me to accept it. His tongue on my pucker tickled, but it also felt really good, and I thought that if he wanted this, then he wanted all of me. Because it was like he was claiming every part of my body, and if his frenzied grunts were any example, he enjoyed it immensely.

  Finally he abandoned that area and caught my nub between his teeth, then sucked me into his mouth. I gasped out, panting, my mind going blank and then filling with blissful ecstasy before I finally quieted, exhausted physically and emotionally. I was covered in sweat by the time I came back to myself. A sense of unreality seeped away, like I’d passed through some kind of impossible dream.

  “That was worth the wait,” Corbin said. “You’re beautiful when you come. As your sex doctor, I’m prescribing sex, three times a day, given orally.” His fingers were motionless inside me, but when he withdrew them, I was so sensitive that I clamped my legs closed. Corbin gently spread my knees and knelt up between them so that we were eye level.

  His gaze trailed over my face, taking in my eyebrows, my nose, my cheeks, my mouth and chin. His eyes flickered back and forth like he was slowly reading me. “You are beautiful,” he said finally.

  He kissed me, and I tasted myself on his lips. Tangy and clean smelling. I’d never been ashamed of my body, and I leaned into the kiss.

  When he finally straightened, I was smiling.

  “What?” he asked, returning my smile with interest.

  “You smell like me.” I paused. “I think I like it.”

  “So do I.” He held out his hands and I took them. When he pulled me up, I noticed that the sofa was soaked where my hips had been. “Based on that,” Corbin said, untying my hands, “I conclude that you enjoy oral sex very much.”

  “You’re just slobbery,” I retorted, blushing furiously.

  “What can I say? You make my mouth water.”

  My first night with Corbin was amazing. We’d slept next to each other once before, but it was on the sofa, and he’d slipped away before morning; I hadn’t had the full experience of waking up wrapped in his arms.

  And given my previous preference for one-night stands and quick bathroom fucking, waking up next to a man wasn’t something I’d often experienced.

  I snuggled closer and discovered morning wood. I smiled and surreptitiously slid my fingers along his length. His cock jumped under my fingers.

  “What’d you do that for?” he mumbled. “I was minding my own business…” His eyes flew open. “Now the beast senses you, and I can’t be held responsible for my actions,” he growled, flipping me over and pinning me beneath him. “Did you sleep well?”

  I nodded. I’d never slept better.

  “You know what I dreamed about?” He paused, playing up the moment. “Cream pie.”

  “For breakfast? I was hoping for omelets.”

  He looked up at the headboard. “We’ll need a four-poster bed. See, I’ll tie your legs and arms out so that you’re at my mercy and can’t get away.” He splayed my arms wide, easily ignoring my attempts to break free of him. “Then I’ll take a few hours to fuck you over and over. The goal will be for me to come as many times as possible.”

  I had to press my thighs together. “And then what?”

  “Then nothing. I pump you full and leave you on your back, your pussy dripping and slippery wet. Maybe I’ll play video games between rounds. You can watch, maybe pick up some tips.” He released my wrists.

  I glared at the reference to his video game hustling.

  He drew a finger down my slit, and finding me wet, pressed inside. I tightened around him. “You’ll be on your back, legs tied open and ready for me. When the mood strikes, I’ll shove my dick in you and fuck you again. Hot.” His cock jumped under my fingers.

  “That’s a weird dream,” I said with a shudder, but already I was imagining how it would feel to be full of Corbin’s heat. To have him inside me.

  I didn’t see the condom, but I heard the telltale rip of the opening packet, then Corbin’s hands disappeared under the covers. “You have a problem with me pumping you full of come?”

  I lifted my chin defiantly. “Never gonna happen.”

  He moved on top of me, his erection lying along my pussy. “Tomorrow you’ll go to the doctor and get tested.”

  It was difficult to get pissed at him when his heavy cock rested on my pussy, so tantalizing close to where it needed to be. “I should get tested? What about you?”

  “I already did,” he said with a smirk. “I had a good feeling about us.”

  “Cocky.”

  His expression grew serious. “Audrey, you’re the only woman I’ve been with in months. I’m sorry I was gone so long, but I didn’t forget you.”

  I scowled. “Fine. I’ll get tested.”

  A hard look crossed his face. “Were you with someone since me?”

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p; I smiled serenely. “None of your business.”

  “Audrey—”

  “You disappeared. You said you would come back but then I didn’t hear anything. What, was I supposed to wait around for you forever?”

  While he didn’t move from between my legs, he did raise himself up, his arms bent, the muscles bulging out impressively. “Tell me it wasn’t Henry.”

  “I didn’t fuck anyone.” I crossed my arms, but Corbin pulled them away from my chest.

  “Don’t do that.”

  “Do what?”

  “Tell me something, then try to protect yourself. I’m a lot of things, but I’m not dangerous to your heart, Audrey. I never play games. I’m not like that.” His hips bucked, and I was impaled on him.

  I gasped, shocked. I hadn’t expected that.

  He held himself deep in me and kissed me gently, leisurely. “I want to fuck you hard, baby,” he murmured. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and rocked into me. At the end of the stroke, he pressed a finger over my ass, and I trembled.

  His next kiss was frightening in its intensity. So possessive.

  Somewhere downstairs, my phone rang. Corbin began fucking me, and I gasped as his finger breached my ass. There was nothing for me to do but lie there and allow him to fuck me however he pleased. He slammed wetly into me, moaning, seemingly transported to a higher plane by male lust and need.

  “Mm.” He pulled back, his eyes feverish, and he flipped me over, pulled me onto my knees but pressed my shoulders down onto the bed.

  I loved doggie style, and he knew how to do it right. I closed my eyes and focused on the intense sensations rocketing through me.

  This was what I’d been waiting for. This.

  He locked my hips in place and drilled hard, bouncing me against the bed. My lower legs came up, my feet flexed and my toes curled. There was nothing pretty about the way he fucked me except for how it felt.

  He slowed, slapped my ass, drove into me again, harder, faster. I thought I might have to beg him to hurry up. My pussy was well-fucked, sore, satisfied. Yet still sopping wet, sucking at his cock.

  My moans turned into squeals. I was barely hanging on. “I. Think. I’ve. Had. Enough,” I gasped.

  He laughed and slowed. “Then use your safe word.”

  I closed my eyes and pressed my flushed cheek against the cool pillow. “No,” I murmured.

  He leaned over me, his damp chest skimming my back and shoulders. “You like being dominated. You want to push me, taunt me into fucking you. Know that I could fuck you all day, baby. I really could. When you can’t take any more, I’ll let you suck me off.”

  “Never.”

  Ten minutes more, and I begged him to fuck my mouth, my voice quiet, abashed. I cupped my tormented pussy in my hand as he knelt over me, his thighs pressing against my aching nipples, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. He tossed the condom aside and drew the tip of his cock between my lips. I grimaced at the bitterness of the residual spermicide.

  Corbin laughed. “Want to make a deal?”

  “I don’t trust anything that makes you gloat like that,” I said suspiciously.

  He stretched out next to me and pulled me into his arms. His wet erection bumped into my hip. “I’ve been tested. Let me come on your pussy.”

  My pussy clenched at the thought, and I had no idea why. It wasn’t something I’d ever considered, not even in my fantasies, yet the idea turned me on. “Why?”

  “Because. And I want you to masturbate while I do it,” he said.

  “You are so kinky!”

  “Yes, I am. So what will it be?”

  I spread my legs, which had gone stiff, and began playing with my clit. Corbin watched with keen interest, the massive muscles of his upper body tensed with excitement. Then he leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. It hardened immediately, sending jolts of excitement directly to my pussy.

  Everything between my legs was so wet and slippery. I craned my neck so that I could watch Corbin jerk himself while he licked my nipple. Then he rose up on his knees between my legs.

  The lust in his eyes fed my own horniness. I watched him choking his cock in his fist. He slid his knees out, the muscles in his legs flexing and bulging, and aimed his cock at me.

  “This feels so filthy,” I gasped.

  He raised his eyebrows, dragged his knowing gaze down my face, then concentrated on my pussy again.

  I wanted him inside me. “Fuck me,” I said. I tried to grab him with my free hand, but he stayed where he was. “My cycle… I’m not—”

  “No,” he said. “Very bad girl.”

  “Please.” I twisted, hoping to see a condom in reach.

  Laughing quietly, Corbin stretched out alongside me. “Looks like I won’t even need to tie you up to get my cream pie,” he said. “Though I’ll still do it. It’s more fun that way, especially when you’re raw and sore.” He straddled my stomach. “This is for your own good, baby. Have to teach you the right way.”

  “What is?”

  He ejaculated all over my breasts in hot spurts, groaning as he did so. When he finished, he looked at the mess on my chest. “Play with your nipples if you want to get off.”

  I did, not even caring how slutty it was. He dipped a finger in my mouth. I sucked him, then he drew the finger along my slit and nudged it against my clit.

  I moaned.

  “You like this?” His gaze was unclouded by lust, and I knew he was really seeing me clearly: naked, legs spread wide, covered in come. I was humiliated that I’d begged him to fuck me without protection. I couldn’t control my blush, but I didn’t stop playing with my nipples. It was awkward to have him pleasure me when he wasn’t horny.

  My eyes closed.

  “Look at me. I want you to look at me while you come. I want there to be no doubt that I’m in control.”

  Like I could ever forget. I forced them open. If the tremors hadn’t already starting building, I might have stopped. Corbin was gorgeous with his dark hair dampened by sweat and the stubble shadowing his square jaw. He was incredibly smart. And he liked me. It was humbling, and I knew it couldn’t last, but for the moment, it was real. I’d never felt lucky before.

  His fingers rubbed tight circles around my clit. “Come for me, baby. My beautiful, slutty woman, come for me hard. Show us both why this is better than a one-night stand with a stranger.”

  Every word he said was true. He saw me, truly. For the first time in my life, I was exposed and bare.

  He brought me to a groaning, hip-bucking orgasm. After, he pulled me into his arms, not caring that I was covered in sticky, drying come. We lay together, and I felt his pulse slowing. Mine slowed, too. My fingers wrapped around the massive, muscular arm holding me close. This was the best moment of my entire life.

  And then my stomach growled.

  “Ok, I’ll feed you. Food,” he added, the corner of his mouth curling up wickedly.

  We showered and dressed, and while Corbin made omelets, I hunted down my phone. Henry again. He’d sent a text, too: I’m heading to Florida & I want to take you. Get you someplace warm. Call me when you get this.

  I padded into the kitchen. Corbin was shirtless at the stove. “That has to be a health code violation. Too much sexy near the food.” I wrapped my arms around his perfect waist and brushed my lips over his muscular back. It was like kissing a warm stone. And when exactly had I become the sort of woman who hugged guys from behind and kissed them? But then, Corbin wasn’t just any guy.

  Corbin set down the spatula and twisted to face me. “Everything ok? You’re getting a lot of calls.”

  “Sorry,” I murmured into his chest. I loved that he smelled like coffee. I loved the way he felt. His hand stroked my hair, and I smiled and snuggled closer. “Henry’s persistent.”

  “Sounds like I need to have a talk with him.”

  “I’ll set him straight.” I didn’t know if I should tell Corbin that Henry had invited me to go away with him. My crazy lover might ac
tually go confront him, and there was no way that would end well. I shuddered.

  “I can hear you thinking. Make toast.”

  I peeled myself away from Corbin and slid four slices of sourdough bread into the toaster, then leaned against the counter to watch Corbin work. If I hadn’t known he used to be a chef, I would have guessed it. There was an efficiency in his movements. When he chopped chives, the knife flew across the cutting board.

  “You should have a circus act,” I said. “Throwing knives at vegetables or something.”

  He looked over, and the sun shone right into those gorgeous blue-green eyes. “Wanna run away and join the circus with me?”

  “Honestly? Kinda.”

  He leaned over to brush his lips against my forehead. My phone rang again.

  “I vill cut out hees heart and eat it for dinner,” Corbin said in a Russian accent.

  I shook my head. “Are you having a stroke?”

  “Transylvania monster. Duh.”

  I smacked his arm. “Did you really just say duh? 1990 called. It wants its buzzword back.”

  “Last night called and—”

  “Don’t finish that!” I knew he was going to say something about me being all weird about him going down on me.

  “Yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it? Huh, punk?”

  “No,” I said giggling. “No impressions.”

  My phone chimed with a text, and I went into the other room.

  “Shut it off or I’ll throw it out the window,” Corbin called.

  It was Henry again, of course. I can see that you’re getting my texts. Call me.

  “Fuck!” I went into the kitchen, phone in hand. “Can you really tell if someone is getting your text messages?”

  “Depends.” He slid the omelets onto plates and carefully sprinkled the chives over them. The omelets were unbelievably fluffy, and unlike the few times I’d attempted to make them, they hadn’t turned into scrambled eggs. “Let me see the text.”

  I held out the phone, and Corbin’s face went white. He snatched it out of my hand.

  “What?”