Kiss of Heat

by Lora Leigh

Page 16

 

  She was breathing just as hard and fast as he was when he raised his head enough to stare down at her. Her eyes were dazed, heavy-lidded, her soft pink lips parted and glistening with moisture. He licked his own lips, dying to taste her, to do the one thing that would make her so wild it would burn them both

  alive.

  Her gaze centered on his lips, growing slumberous, her face softening with passion as she stared at them.

  “I could eat you alive,” he told her gently. “From your lips to your pussy, suck every sweet drop of moisture from them then get you hot and wet all over again before I slide my cock so deep inside you that you can’t ever imagine refusing me again. ”

  The thought of it, the need for it, had his body on fire, not to mention what it was doing to the erection throbbing in agony between his thighs. And she was thinking about it. He could see the lust pouring into her eyes, softening her against him as a whimper escaped her throat.

  Sherra stared into the heated depths of Kane’s eyes, seeing the determination, the lust raging through his body. His expression was tight, the flesh drawn over his cheekbones, his eyes narrowed, his lips heavy with sensuality. He was hard and he was horny and she had a feeling he was getting ready to drastically change the rules of the game they were playing.

  “This is the wrong place for this. ” She pushed against his shoulders. If she could just put some distance between them then maybe she could fight against the effects of the heat for at least one more day. One day could possibly turn into two, two into longer. The hormonal fires raging in her body never lasted longer than a month; she was already two weeks into it. If she could just hold him off a little longer.

  “It’s the perfect place for it. ”

  He released her, but before she could gain her freedom he was at the strong steel door, locking it carefully before he turned back to her, his fingers going to the buttons of his shirt.

  “Dammit, Kane!” she snapped. “Couches are not comfortable for fucking. Wait until we can find a bed. ”

  “Then come to me while I’m around a bed,” he told her, his voice clipped and impatient. “Now take those clothes off, Sherra, or you’ll be wearing my shirt and nothing more when we leave, because I’ll rip them off you. ”

  Sizzling awareness surged through her body, even her toes tingled with the demanding tone in his voice.

  “Get a grip,” she hissed. “I am not going to let you fuck me here. Everyone will know what we did when we leave. ”

  “Then you can fuck me ,” he growled, advancing on her. “But you’re not leaving here until I’ve shot every damned drop of seed tormenting my cock up your pussy. So get naked, baby, because my control is on a very short leash right now. ”

  Lust sucker-punched her womb. It had to be the heat that caused such a reaction. If he had said something so asinine any other time she would have kicked him. After clawing his eyes out. But now, her legs weakened and her breath caught at the sexual demand and she felt as stable as a weak noodle as she moved around the room, trying to maintain a reasonable distance.

  “You’ve lost your mind. ” She tried to snarl, to inject some anger into her voice, but it came out breathless and panting instead.

  If she could just get to the door.

  He dropped his shirt from his shoulders. Strong, wide shoulders. Shoulders that flexed with strength and glistened with health. He was an aroused, determined male in his prime and he had made up his mind to fuck. Her pussy ached at the thought. The strength of the needy contractions flexing within her vagina warned her that she might not fight this as hard as she needed to.

  “I’ve lost my patience,” he corrected her, his eyes darkening as he somehow managed to maneuver her closer to the couch than she wanted to be. “I’m going to get you all naked, Sherra, and once I get my hands on you we both know it won’t take long. After I rip those pants from your long pretty legs then I’m going to bury my mouth so deep in your wet cunt that there won’t be an inch of it that doesn’t know my touch. ”

  She shivered. Shivered? Hell, she was shuddering, on the verge of climax from the force of his words alone.

  “Kane. ” She tried to slip around him before he could stop her. It was as though he knew what she was going to do before she did. “This is insane. We’ll never control this with you acting this way. ”

  “Who says I want to control it?” he asked her devilishly. “No, baby. No control. No thinking. No excuses. Just you and me as hot as lava and burning down the world around us. Now, are you going to strip or do I strip you?”

  He toed off the leather sneakers he had worn to the meeting. It was then she knew he had arranged this ahead of time. Kane never, ever wore sneakers around the compound. He wore the tough leather boots that protected his feet and lower legs while working.

  She would have snapped something hateful at him then if his hands hadn’t gone to his belt, the leather sliding free of the buckle as his fingers jerked the first button from his jeans loose.

  “Damn you, my cock is on fire. ” He was nearly snarling as he released the button of his jeans. “And you’re still dressed, Sherra. Don’t make me tear those clothes off you. ”

  Sherra swallowed tightly as his jeans and briefs were kicked free of his hard body. His cock strained toward her, heavy and engorged, the plum-shaped, purplish head beaded with pre-come and looking too tempting for her comfort.

  “Kane,” she whispered, barely managing not to whimper in need. “This is not a good idea. ”

  “Best idea I’ve had in eleven years,” he informed her, his voice harsh as he moved too fast for her to evade.

  Before she could run, before she could even consider fighting, he had her on her back on the wide couch, his hands at the bottom of her stretchy top as he jerked it over her breasts.

  “Hell, yeah,” he muttered, his hands enclosing her breasts as his lips lowered to hers. She could have fought him, she assured herself. She could have pushed away, fought her way to the

  door, she could have escaped. A lie to salve her pride? Did it matter, she wondered? Because a second later his lips covered hers and escape was the last thing on her mind. He didn’t give her a chance to fight him, but Sherra knew she should have never expected him to. His lips slanted over hers, his tongue plunging past her lips as she gasped, twining immediately with hers. His tongue was cool, soothing against hers as the caress began to rub against the swollen glands, allowing the hormone contained there its freedom. Sherra had thought it would be enough, that the small relief would give her a chance to regain her control. It was the opposite of that. Everything inside her clenched and flamed in yearning. She needed more. She needed him sucking the hormone from her, drawing it into himself. The powerful demands of nature were more than she could deny. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her hands spearing into his hair as she fought for dominance in at least this one thing. Her tongue battled and twined as mewling whimpers escaped her throat until he allowed her to slide her tongue past his waiting lips.

  The first draw of his mouth on the swollen extension had her body bowing tight. Sensation tore through her, a pleasure so overwhelming it knotted her womb with a convulsive shudder of agonized hunger. Her breasts were so sensitive that each stroke of his fingers over her nipples caused a helpless scream to echo past her lips, so desperate for the stroke of his cock up her pussy that she was pushing at her pants, fighting to free herself of them so he could plunge inside her. Their tongues twined within his mouth as his lips sucked at the spicy fluid that came from the mating glands. It soothed the sensitivity, the heat that seemed to fill her own tongue, but only increased the heat throughout her body.

  She was mindless, so greedy, so hungry for him now that nothing mattered except the hard thrust she knew was coming.

  “Not yet. ” The growl that tore from his throat as he pulled back from her lips was rough, guttural.

  “First…what I’ve dreamed
of, Sherra. ”

  He ripped the top from her a second before he moved to her pants. He got them to her ankles before he realized he was going to have to unlace her boots and remove them first.

  “Fuck it,” he snarled.

  Placing his hands at her knees, he raised them, then spread her wide as he lowered his mouth to the swollen, wet curves of her aching cunt.

  His tongue circled her clit with a ring of exquisite fire as he hummed in appreciation.

  “You’re so damned wet I could drown in you,” he growled before licking again. It was a firm, destructive caress that went around and around her engorged clit, the sensations making her hips writhe as he stoked the fire in her pussy higher, hotter.

  “Kane, I can’t stand it,” she panted, her hands clenching into the cushions of the couch as she fought to keep her sanity. “Please, don’t torture me like this. ”

  A rough laugh vibrated against her wet flesh. “Torture you?” he asked gutturally. “Sherra, baby, you

  don’t understand, if I don’t taste you I’m going to go out of my mind. All I can think of is the taste of your kiss, your hot little pussy. How you screamed for me, how you came in my mouth. Come for me, baby, fill the hunger and then I’ll fulfill yours. ”

  She screamed his name as his tongue swiped through the bare slit of her cunt, a slow, appreciative lick as he hummed in pleasure.

  “Fuck. Addictive,” he groaned. “I’ve never forgotten, Sherra, your sweet taste, your heat. I’ll die needing you…”

  Sherra’s head thrashed against the couch as she cried out in rising demand. Her body was stretched, taut, every cell tightening with the rapid arcs of pleasure whipping through her. She fought to get closer, to grind her aching flesh into his mouth. The near urgency, the need for release, the clenching, brutal spasms of need flexing her womb were killing her. Her clit was a swollen knot of burning need, her vagina an ever-tightening cauldron of lust.

  “Kane. God. I can’t stand it…” Her legs were trapped by her own clothing, her knees held wide by his hands as he devoured the thick syrup of her response, drawing it into his mouth, licking and groaning against her, delving into the blistering depths of her pussy for more.

  “Kane, please. ” She nearly screamed his name. She couldn’t bear the pitiless convulsions in her womb any longer. Her body was in demand and only one thing would or could ease it. “Please. Please, Kane. Fuck me. I’m begging you…”

  He groaned helplessly, his tongue plunging deep and hard inside her vagina, fucking her into a mindless frenzied urgency. She had never known anything so hot, or a hunger so deep. His tongue stoked the fires hotter, eating at her, lapping at her, until tremors of sensation shook her body remorselessly.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned as he dragged his head from her pulsing cunt. “I’m starved for you, Sherra. ”

  He rose to his knees, his cock heavy and engorged as he reached for her, forcing her to turn as she gasped in surprise. He pulled at the ties of one boot, removed it and then slid her pants leg off as he moved between her thighs.

  There were few preliminaries. The need was too explosive, she had forced them to wait too long and Kane was hungry. His cock plunged inside her, forcing its way past fist-tight muscles, stretching her with brutal strokes as his back arched, his hips working furiously as he fought to hold back the building climax. Sherra couldn’t restrain her scream of pleasure or her own writhing hips. She worked her cunt on the thick cock pistoning in and out of her vagina. Her legs clasped his hips, her back arched, and within minutes she dissolved. Hard, racking, the shudders of orgasm tightened her body to near breaking point as pleasure ripped through her. Not just pleasure…ecstasy, rapture, a blinding sensitivity she would have never believed possible if she hadn’t experienced it herself. It was almost never-ending, contraction after contraction tightening around his thrusting erection until it trapped him deep inside her, milking every drop of thick creamy seed trapped inside his balls.