Hellion

by Shannon McKenna

  Getting the condom on was tricky. Her fingers shook with excitement, and the tip of his big phallus was very thick. After a few awkward snap-backs, she finally managed to smooth it over him, with long, voluptuous strokes from root to tip. She loved the choked sounds he made with every swiveling pull of her hand. She just couldn’t get enough.

  She lay back on the warm slab of rock, offering herself as he stroked himself against her pussy lips. Sighing with pleasure as he caressed her clit with it.

  He nudged himself inside, making himself slick and wet, then pushed slowly deeper. The sensation was so intense, she cried out.

  He stopped instantly. “Am I hurting you?”

  Demi tried to speak, licked her lips, cleared her throat. She shook her head, and dragged him closer, gasping out a single word. “More.”

  8

  Fuck, yeah. Plenty more. As much as she wanted. Anytime, anywhere, forevermore. He was her man.

  His soul shook. He’d never seen anything so perfect. The colors of her. The textures. Nothing existed soft enough, bright enough, smooth enough to compare to her. Those full pink lips. Her brilliant eyes seemed even greener with the reflection of the sky and the blue-green water. Her smooth belly and the sexy swell of her hips. Those plump, full, gravity-defying tits. The stark contrast of her bikini tan made him crazy with lust. She was golden tan, but for those creamy pale tits bouncing with each thrust. And the bikini bottom paleness around the trimmed up swatch of hair above her pussy.

  He’d been so proud of himself, making her come just by sucking on her tits. Score one. Now he was hypnotized by the erotic spectacle of her shining pink pussy lips kissing his shaft as he inched inside her. Her tender inner lips were distended around his dick, shining with her juice. She was so perfect. Every fucking thing about her. Perfect.

  He wanted to do everything at once. Make her come with his hands, his mouth, his dick. He wanted to make a goddamn impression. No effort spared. No shortcuts.

  This was the real deal. She would get the very best of him. She always would. He’d be better than he’d ever aspired to be for her, because she fucking deserved the best, and he wasn’t letting go of her. His only option was to rise to the challenge. Be good enough for her somehow.

  All in. Balls deep. So perfect, the snug grip of her pussy around his shaft.

  “You’re tight,” he muttered as he withdrew. “I don’t want to hurt you. Gotta take this slow.”

  She shook her head, mouthing the word. No.

  “No, what?” He went still. “Is it good for you? Do you want me to stop?”

  “Don’t you dare.” Her nails dug into his chest, his shoulders, yanking him close. Stinging kitten claws. “More. Deeper. Now.”

  That fierce, sexy glow in her eyes demanded everything he had.

  Something inside him gave way. It was like a landslide, huge and unstoppable. He gave it to her. Nothing held back.

  Demi lifted herself against his deep, hard thrusts, gasping with pleasure. Her pussy was like an exotic flower, all different shades of pink, leaving a fresh slick of lube on his penis with each plunging stroke. He pulled up the hood of her clit, making it pop out so he could play with the taut little button of sensation while he fucked her.

  Her body stiffened with pleasure. “Eric,” she breathed. “Oh my God...”

  Something was happening to him. He was melting into her. Hanging on as hips bucked and heaved. They both made helpless, animal sounds. Hearts galloping, souls touching. Brighter and brighter.

  Until there was nothing but light.

  He collapsed on top of her after the pleasure had its wild way with him, panting. His hot face pressed to her breasts. Her arms were still twined around his neck. Her legs, squeezing him, keeping him clasped inside herself. He loved how lithe and strong she was.

  The realization came to him slowly. He had no idea if he’d made her come. He’d been lost in his own personal supernova. Damn. After all his smooth lover-boy posturing, he just lost his mind the second he got inside her. Like a bumbling virgin.

  He lifted his head. Her eyes were closed, but she had a beatific smile on her face.

  That was a good sign. Please, God. “Are you, uh, okay?” he asked, cautiously.

  “Didn’t you hear me yelling?” she murmured. “I’m hoarse now. I think my throat might have cracked.”

  “I was too busy yelling myself,” he admitted.

  Her laughter sounded lazy with satisfaction. She stretched luxuriously, squeezing her legs around him. Her pussy clenched deliciously around him.

  Fuck yeah. His cock leaped freshly to attention inside her, as if he hadn’t just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of his entire life.

  Demi’s eyes popped open. She blinked at him. “Whoa,” she said. “Already?”

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Sorry. Can’t help it.”

  He forced himself to withdraw his hopeful dick out of that hot, clinging paradise, holding the condom firmly on himself as he sank down into the water, trying not to pant. Trying to cool down and rinse off the sweat before climbing out to deal with the latex.

  It hurt to look away from her. What a fucking waste, to turn his eyes away from the celestial vision of Demi Vaughan, wet, naked and smiling, even for a few seconds.

  He made quick work of the condom, digging out the plastic bag he’d brought along for this purpose and wrapping it up for disposal later.

  When he turned back to her, Demi had stretched out on one of the flat granite slabs, spreading her masses of drying hair around her on the rocks. Stretching, putting her arms back behind her head. Ribs tilted up. Legs parted. Giving him just a teasing glimpse of her pussy. She was showing off for him. Oh, man. He was so owned.

  He laid down beside her. Demi’s gaze flicked appreciatively down to his stiff-as-it-ever-was cock. “No condom? What’s that about? Aren’t you game for another round?”

  He shook his head. “Not so soon.” He bent down to press a tender kiss against her mound. “You’re small and tight. You’ll get sore if we overdo it. Next time around.”

  “I’m fine,” she said. “I’m great. I love it.”

  “I said I’d be gentle and I wasn’t,” he told her. “I lost it. And I’d lose it again. I know it. Being inside you totally fucks with my self-control.”

  “Well, you losing control evidently works for me. It was amazing.”

  “Thank God.” He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, marveling at the perfect, flower-petal smoothness of her skin.

  “This place feels magic,” she said. “It’s another dimension, outside of time. We could stay for hours and when we went back, no time will have passed in the outside world. It’s like none of my problems can bother me here.”

  “What problems are those?”

  She shook her head. “You know. The classics. My family. All over my ass.”

  “About me,” he said grimly. “I hate it that I made problems for you.”

  She laughed. “Whoops, there you go again! Making it all about you.”

  “Isn’t it?”

  “They are uptight about you, I can’t deny it,” she admitted. “But they think you’re a symptom of a larger problem. You know, my general rebellion. Changing my major to the three-year restaurant management program. The internship. Saying no to Shaw Paper Products. The Culinary Institute. There was money put aside for my education when I was a baby, thanks to Granddad, but he controls access to it, and my parents think my idea of being a chef is childish and frivolous. That I’m chasing a TV celebrity fantasy. Now it looks like they’ve persuaded Granddad, too, and he was my last hope.”

  He waited. “So? What’s next?”

  She shook her head. “I do it on my own,” she said. “All that’s changed is my timetable. I’ll put off chef school until I save money. I’ll work lots of jobs, like you do. I’ll be a paralegal by day, I’ll do catering gigs by night. Whatever I can put together that pays the most. When I finally do go to chef school, I’ll borro
w the rest. I’ll figure it out somehow.”

  “Where is this internship, anyhow?”

  “The restaurant is in Seattle,” she told him. “A person can make money in Seattle if she’s willing to bust her ass.”

  “That’s true,” he said.

  There was a brief pause while his mind raced. Then he opened his mouth and the words just fell out. “We could go to Seattle together.”

  The words reverberated between them. When he found the courage to look at Demi’s face, her eyes were big. Almost frightened.

  “Um…I don’t know what to say,” she said, her voice tentative.

  “It doesn’t matter where I go when I leave this town,” he said. “Any place would do as well as any other. I was thinking about the desert. Albuquerque, or Vegas, where Anton is, but it makes no difference. With a satellite connection, I can do what I need to do with a phone from the top of the Himalayas. I could go to Seattle. Why the hell not?”

  “But…what do you mean by going to Seattle? Exactly?”

  “I mean we could go together,” he told her. “Find a place. Live together. Be together. You do your thing, I do mine. But we help each other.”

  “Eric,” she whispered. “Did you, ah…did you just ask me to move in with you?”

  He pondered the question as the momentum swiftly built inside him. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, I did just ask you that. And the more I think about the idea, the more I like it.”

  Demi in his apartment. Cooking with her. Fixing her car. Shopping with her. Walking with her. Watching movies with her. Hiking in mountains and rainforests with her. Getting into bed with her every night, waking up with her every morning. Yeah.

  Oh hell, yeah. That idea was fucking brilliant.

  “Dude,” she said carefully. “You do realize that aside from a few weeks of smoldering eye contact, we’ve only known each other for a couple days, right? High school doesn’t count. I ogled you from afar. We never even spoke.”

  “I knew the second I walked into the sandwich shop,” he told her.

  Demi just swallowed, gazing at him with those beautiful, searching green eyes.

  “Am I fucking up the timing?” he asked. “Anton gives me hell about that. I know what I want when I see it. I don’t change my mind. I don’t see the point in wasting time once I’ve come to a conclusion. Why dick around when you’re sure?”

  “Yay for you, that everything is so clear-cut and obvious,” she said. “Me, I need to work up to things a little more slowly.”

  “That’s fine,” he assured her. “Work up to this all you want. Take all the time you need. Just let me keep making you come while you’re thinking about it.”

  She let out a crack of laughter. “Oh, come on. You’re so bad.”

  “I just want you to be fully aware of the range of my potential usefulness to you,” he said innocently. “I have many gifts. They would all be at your service. Day and night.”

  “That’s evident, from the looks of you,” she said, smiling at his hard-on.

  “I’ll never get enough of you,” he told her. “You’re so beautiful. I’d be hot for sex all the fucking time. But I’d try to be classy and grown-up about it, I swear to God.”

  “Um, about that,” she said in a teasing voice. “We could have another go. Right now at this moment, I mean. I’m so ready. I’d love it.”

  Eric’s breath locked up in his chest as she opened her legs, sliding her own fingers inside her pussy lips. Opening them for him. Showing him the shining pink inside bits. So tender and yielding. His dick jerked, aching with eagerness to forge back inside that plush warmth and fuck wildly. All the way to the explosive finish.

  No. He needed to demonstrate self-control. Coherence. He was in this for the long haul. And it was too…fucking…soon for her. This was so damn hard. It killed him.

  “Next time,” he said, through clenched teeth. “Don’t tempt me.”

  “Aw, you’re no fun.” She pouted playfully and rolled onto her side. “You’re not how I thought you would be.”

  “Huh?” he demanded blankly. “How did you think I was?”

  “Oh, you know. Girls talk.”

  He went suddenly tense. “Do they? What do they say?”

  “That you’ve got amazing technique, for starters,” she said. “They also say that you’re a bang-em-and-bounce type. The kind that loses interest and moves on as soon as he makes a conquest. And here you are, asking me to run away with you.”

  “Lose interest? In you?” His voice cracked with disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “It happens.” She smiled, closing her eyes. Stretching luxuriously. Displaying her breasts for him as her back arched.

  He stretched out next to her. “So that’s my rep. Soulless man whore. Who knew.”

  “Not soulless,” she corrected. “Voracious. Tireless. Easily bored.”

  “Not by you,” he assured her. “When I know I’m being used, I use right back, for sure. But you never made me feel that way.”

  “Used for what? Sex?”

  He laughed under his breath. “Not for money or status, that’s for damn sure,” he said, his voice ironic. “Sex, yeah. Entertainment. Excitement. To punish ex-boyfriends or jealous husbands. To carve a notch or scratch an itch. Banging the bad boy made them feel dangerous and naughty and powerful. In those conditions, yes. I do bore easily.”

  “I thought you said you liked dangerous.”

  “I know when it’s an act,” he said. “With you, it’s different. You’re for real. And me asking you to go to Seattle with me? That’s not just a slick line to get laid. Believe it.”

  “Eric—”

  “That’s a rock solid offer. I’ve never made a realer one in my life.” He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it reverently. “I’d follow you anywhere, Demi Vaughan.”

  Her eyes dropped. “I think we should slam the brakes on your imagination for a while,” she said demurely. “Let’s take this a day at a time. Just see how it goes.”

  Again, he’d overdone it. His older brother would laugh his ass off. Tell him he was being greedy and impatient. Grabbing for more before the time was right.

  Just breathe, dude. And wait. That was what Anton always said.

  Eric rolled onto his back and stared up at a red-tailed hawk that soared across the sky above the bowl of stone. He didn’t allow himself to speak until the bird had vanished behind the ragged curtain of trees on the cliff top above. Breathing and waiting.

  “Okay,” he said. “I’ll slow down.” But I won’t stop thinking about it. Every minute.

  The words he didn’t say felt louder than the ones he spoke aloud.

  “Come on.” Demi sat up, fluffing out her tangled hair. “Don’t be that way.”

  “What way?”

  “You know, all quiet and sulky. Come on, Eric. We should wait to put both our names on a lease at least until after we’ve had our first fight, don’t you think?”

  He laughed under his breath. “I’m not sulking,” he assured her. “I’m just making an attempt at self-control. You know, trying to play it cool. Trying not to fuck this up.”

  “You’re not very convincing. And you’re projecting a very powerful frequency.”

  “Sorry,” he said simply. “This is just how I am. This is new for me.”

  “What? Ill-considered, rash proposals to girls you barely know?”

  “Exactly,” he agreed. “I’ve never done it before. Asked a girl to be with me seriously, I mean. I don’t even do second dates. But you’re different. The way this feels…I didn’t even know this was an option. And now that I know, I can’t go back. I can’t settle for less. Ever again.”

  Her eyebrows went up. “Eric,” she murmured. “Who would have thought you’d be such a romantic.”

  “If I go for something, I go all the way,” he said. “And I never give up.”

  There was a brief, awkward silence. He realized, appalled, that he’d done it again. Even worse this time. The more he
tried to restrain himself, the more over-the-top intense the words that came out of his mouth became. So much for breathing and waiting.

  Shut up, Trask. Shut your fucking trap before you blow it.

  He got up, pulling on his wet shorts. “We’d better go,” he muttered. “The sun’s gotten low. We don’t want to do that path in the dark.”

  9

  Run away with him? Holy crap.

  Demi was as tongue-tied on the way back as she had been on the trip out, but for entirely different reasons. Before, she’d quivered with breathless anticipation. Wondering if sex with him could possibly live up to her feverish expectations.

  Now she knew.

  She swam after him down the long sweep of canyon, much faster now that they were floating with the current. The channel was darker, and more mysterious in the fading light of evening. She was dazzled by the shadowy beauty of it. The feelings raging through her.

  She was under his spell. She wanted deeper, more, always. Dangerous thoughts that led to dangerous places. She knew better than to go off the deep end with wild romantic fantasies like this.

  They dried off and put their clothes and shoes back on when the narrow channel through the sheer canyon widened out to scattered boulders again. The rock-hopping part of the walk required her complete attention, but Eric kept looking back to make sure she was close behind, every time flashing her a smile that made her knees weak.

  Get a freaking grip, girl. Her idea had been to grab a guilty little taste of paradise. One last special treat before launching herself into this new, challenging part of her life.

  But…running away with him to Seattle? Holy. Bleeping. Crap.

  It was crazy. But once the idea took root, she started elaborating on it. Scenes of domestic and erotic bliss started to fill her mind. After Mom and Dad and Granddad’s ultimatum, she’d been steeling herself for a lonely hero’s quest out in the big wide world.

  Having a fascinating sex god of a boyfriend along on her quest—boy, did that ever change the picture. That could be all kinds of fabulous fun. It beckoned. A siren song.