A Mate's Risk

by Cara Carnes

  “Oh, Djar.”

  “That’s it, Melinda. Such hunger in you. I can’t hold back.” Djar’s voice reverberated with an intensity she felt boiling within her.

  “You feel so good inside me.”

  “Your tight pussy was wet for me, wasn’t it?” He drove into her harder and deeper.

  “Yes.” Reasoning gave way to predatory instinct. All that mattered was the intense pleasure she knew Djar intended to give her.

  “There are so many ways I’ll fuck you tonight, my sweet Melinda. How do you want me to take you?” The lusty voice in her ear made her shiver as her body arched off the bed to meet his deep thrusts.

  “Every way possible,” she said. Images danced in her head but her sole focus resided on him. Her pussy clenched around his cock with each plunge.

  He pulled out, kissed her gently on the lips and then flipped her over on all fours. She moaned when he entered her again, the new position adding more depth than before.

  Even though she savored the feeling of him entering her, the position itself doused her desire. Self-doubt crept inside her, spreading its infectious loathing. Other men always put her in the doggie-style position so they didn’t have to touch her or kiss her. Didn’t have to look at her. It was the least emotional one available and she hated it. She swallowed the bile rising in her stomach and fought the tears welling up in her eyes.

  He moved inside her and her bottom moved backward of its own accord. The heat of his skin seared her back as he molded his body with hers. She jumped when he touched her breast and rolled one hard nub between his fingers. “Do you know why I love this position so much?”

  Oh god, maybe she had been rash in hating it. She breathed deeper, gasping, when his hand trailed down her stomach and he began to rub her clit. “No.”

  “I love touching a woman while I’m inside her, feeling her body under mine convulsing in pleasure. This position lets me do that and pull her back up against me like this,” he said, pulling her back against him, “when I want full body contact. Nice isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “And you can move your hips however you wish now,” he whispered.

  She gasped when she moved experimentally and felt his cock settle deeper inside her pussy. His fingers continued to rub her clit until her hands reached around and dug into his thighs and she cried out as waves of pleasure screamed through her body.

  Bliss sizzled through her as her inner muscles clutched the cock buried in her, willing it to remain exactly where it was.

  “Oh wow,” she said as she leaned against him.

  “We have only begun because I intend to make you come so many more times.”

  Djar turned her over, thrusting into her the moment she nestled into the comforter beneath her. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around him and kissed his lips, tasting them with fervor. His body tensed and she pulled him closer to her, knowing he was close to surrendering to his orgasm.

  “Oh, Djar.” She screamed his name as sensation spiraled through her once again. His loud growl met her cry as he tensed in her arms and surrendered to his own release.

  “You are breathtaking,” he said, collapsing on the bed beside her and pulling her into his embrace. His erratic breathing matched hers as she rested her head against his massive chest and moved her hand along his washboard stomach. What had she done to find a man like this?

  “You are pretty amazing yourself.”

  “Only because you have such untapped passion, and we are going to enjoy exploring some of that.”

  The warm sensuous smile on his face wreaked havoc with her emotions. “Where did you come from, Djar?”

  “Some place far away.” Sadness culminated in his voice, seeping into her thoughts.

  Melinda turned and cocooned herself within his embrace, her fingers entwining with his. Embers of comfort crackled deep inside her but she was afraid to stir them. Djar’s far away didn’t translate very well past tonight.

  “Do you have anyone waiting for your return?” The question smacked of jealousy, but she had to know. Was another woman yearning for his touch right now?

  A light kiss on her neck made her pulse race. “Only men like myself—taken away from their families and friends and tossed into another dimension of existence to protect gods who do nothing to show their gratitude.”

  “That’s horrible. How long is your debt of service? I mean, they will release you from it at some point, won’t they?” His eyes looked around the room and paused on the hourglass-shaped object he had brought with him. She couldn’t stand the idea of a man like Djar being in servitude.

  “Supposedly so, but time moves at a much slower rate there than it does here. My people are long since dead.”

  Melinda didn’t know what to say. Loss of a loved one had ripped her open as a child when she lost her only sibling. But losing everyone? She drew him closer to her. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t mourn my loss, Melinda. Be happy for my loved ones who have led a happy life free from the wrath of vengeful gods. As long as we protect them and remain in their service, our families will have peace.”

  What he said made sense and his sacrifice tugged at her heart. “But your family must miss you.”

  “They don’t remember they had a son.” The sorrow in his voice wrapped around her.

  She rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. “I’m glad I met you, Djar, and I won’t forget you.”

  “As am I, and nothing would make me forget your passion.”

  Sleep tempted her eyelids to shut.

  “We can’t do that yet, Melinda.”

  She laughed and looked at him. “What did you have in mind?”

  A sensual grin met her gaze as the pads of his thumbs ran across her chapped lips. “I wish it was a repetition of what just happened, but that will be later. We must cleanse ourselves before we rest.”

  Of course she’d found the fastidious one.

  “I still don’t understand how you came to be here,” she said.

  He stood up and smiled down at her, “Your desire reached across to my time and the urge to come to you was too powerful to resist.”

  She laughed at the comment. “I have a hard time believing I managed to compel you to come and satisfy my sexual needs.”

  “Why do you doubt yourself?” he asked, his brows furrowed in confusion. She loved the sight of him standing naked in her room. The moonlight reflected against his skin, accentuating it like a beacon of untapped lust.

  “I don’t. I’m just realistic about what I am and am not capable of doing. Honestly speaking, a woman like me rarely lands on the radar of a man like you.”

  “A man like me?” He moved closer to the bed, his hand outstretched.

  “Yeah, you know. Bulging muscles in all the right places, tall, strong, an incredible lover with a voracious appetite. I’m thinking you landed with the wrong woman and maybe meant to come for Stacy,” she said, watching him pace the floor beside the bed, his expression giving her no sign of his thoughts.

  “Get up and come with me.” He motioned her out of bed.

  “Hey, don’t take my arm off,” she teased when he tugged her toward the bathroom. She looked around the small space, one wall of mirrors to the left of her and a large shower to the right. “What are we doing here?”

  Djar’s hands positioned her hair behind her ears, tugging her face up so her eyes met his. “Well, I intended for us to cleanse one another before we go to bed since it is getting late. But I’m thinking we need to attend to those self-deprecating thoughts of yours first.”

  She looked away from his eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. Most men she’d been with seemed to enjoy the belittling comments she made. Why didn’t he?

  “I won’t say anything like that anymore,” she said smiling up at him. “Let’s get in the shower. I can’t think of anything better than getting you all wet.”

  “I can’t either, but we’ll deal with this other matter first. I want you to
see yourself the way I see you.” He positioned her facing the large bay of mirrors. The reflection captured her naked body half leaning over the counter. “Tell me what you see right now when you look at yourself.”

  “Is this Djar’s Counseling 101? I didn’t realize I signed up for that.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm but Djar’s scowl silenced her.

  “Tell me what you see, Melinda,” he said, his voice a soft caress against her skin as he kissed her shoulder and gazed at her through the mirror.

  “I see myself bending over the counter.”

  “More detail, sweetheart. You know what I want to hear.”

  She sighed as she observed herself in the mirror. “Fine. I see my too-fine hair in desperate need of a hairbrush.”

  His hands ran through her hair. “Funny, I see a beautiful woman whose hair is in disarray because of a night of passion under her lover. It makes me hard wondering what delights she would have to offer me.”

  Oh my. She breathed a bit harder and met his gaze in the reflection. The hunger in his eyes fired her pulse. “I also see my nipples hardened and my breasts resting lower than they used to.” She knew better than to use the word sag, so the look of disapproval on his face didn’t surprise her. He knew what she had meant.

  His hands came around her body and cupped her breasts. “And I see the way they respond so easily to my touch. See the way your nipples harden and pucker when I touch them? The way your breasts move when you breathe heavier in the depths of your passion? And there are no words to describe the beauty I see watching them move in rhythm to your body taking mine.”

  “You’re too good at this,” she said. She’d be willing to admit, albeit grudgingly, that her breasts were hot. At least from a guy’s point of view. The desire flickering in his eyes made his statements seem heartfelt. Or cock-felt perhaps. Either way, he stirred her body to life.

  “I’m just honest.” She shivered hearing his voice behind her, feeling his hard cock pressed against her.

  She licked her lips and he groaned. Smiling, she perused herself once more. “God I need to work on my stomach. At least a hundred crunches a night. And my hips need work too.”

  Djar’s hands vacated her breasts and ambled down her stomach, her skin tingling where his fingers touched. He paused at her midriff. “The heart of a woman’s gift to a man begins here. The creation of life within her womb.”

  His fingers slid further down and ran through the tuft of hair on her mound before traveling up her lower abdomen. “Every woman is a gift from the heavens. Never doubt that because love and life are the most precious gifts of all. Any man failing to see that deserves the cruelest of deaths.”

  Breathe. Her heart stammered to a dead stop and her legs weakened beneath her. Damn, if she started crying, she’d kill him. She breathed in deeply trying to control her emotions.

  “And your hips.” Strong hands braced her. “Were you any smaller I’d be afraid to hurt you when my passion consumes me.”

  A soft moan escaped her mouth as she stared back at him in the mirror. For the first time she saw herself from his viewpoint. She saw the hunger in her eyes, the passion in her body’s responses. The need for him.

  “Can you tell what I’m thinking now?” Her hand slid behind her and grasped his thick member, running her fingers up and down the shaft.

  “Mmm, yes and that’s an excellent idea. Lean forward some more and watch yourself in the mirror, Melinda. See what I see when we make love.”

  She bit her lip. Make love. She wanted to laugh, but the smoldering look in his eyes told her he meant every word he’d spoken. His fingers probed the entrance to her pussy and she gripped the counter beside her when she looked in the mirror once again.

  “You are so wet.” He slid his cock into her and began his smooth, steady course of attention to her body. “Watch yourself respond to me, Melinda, and see what I see when I make love to you. The passion. The hunger. The intensity.”

  Through hooded eyes Melinda watched Djar massage her breasts, the pleasure running through her body. She gasped before his fingers pinched her nipples, the expectation of contact making her wet.

  “So responsive.” His awed whisper sent shivers down her spine and made her want him even more. She gasped as he moved deeper and faster inside her, her pussy clenching his cock hungrily. Something about the experience felt liberating, made her feel beautiful. She could say it was the uninhibited sex in front of a mirror for the first time.

  But it was also Djar. The way he spoke to her. The way he touched her. The way he saw her.

  “I love how you feel inside me,” she confessed, not trusting her voice to say anything more than that. His eyes met hers in the mirror and the look of hunger in their depths thrilled her.

  “Do you see how your eyes glaze over with passion? Your nipples harden so perfectly when I pinch them like this.” She clung to the counter watching his ministrations in the mirror. “When I am far away from this place, remember that if you play with yourself in a reflective surface like this and think of me, I’ll be on the other side thinking of you. Watching you. Wanting you.”

  Melinda looked away, not wanting him to see the hurt in her eyes when she thought about his statement. He was leaving. She’d been foolish to think this meant more than it did, but now she had the truth. This was only temporary.

  Deft fingers massaged her clit, making her cry out in pleasure as her body convulsed around his cock. She looked down, unwilling to see herself fall apart with this man.

  “Look in the mirror, Melinda. Watch yourself come around my cock and see what I see. Remember how beautiful you are and how your passion spanned dimensions to call to me. Look,” he whispered in her ear.

  The look of pure bliss on her face surprised her—the way her eyes were glazed over with passion, her whole body shuddering with the intensity of the orgasm she experienced. By the time he joined her in the depth of his own climax, she’d forgotten everything but the man behind her and the image of him fucking her.

  Sweat formed on her forehead and she willed her breathing to steady itself as he pulled out of her. Had she really just done that? She looked up and met his smiling eyes.

  “Unbelievable.”

  No shit. Sex had never affected her to the fiber of her being. But Djar had somehow. This moment had.

  He picked her up and carried her to the shower. She clung to him and savored the feeling of being pampered. Treasured. The cool tiles of the bench in the corner chilled her flushed skin. If she squirmed enough, her sensitized pussy rubbed against it and the contact sent tendrils of need shooting through her again. She blamed the refined muscles of his back, the way his ass begged for her touch as he faced the showerhead, meticulously adjusting the water temperature. Never had a man spent that much time being considerate and attentive to her needs.

  She grew addicted to the way the muscles in his thighs flexed while he stood there and the way his erection jutted proudly when he turned around and smiled at her. Unbelievable. When he turned and faced the spray of water splashing down on him, she walked up behind him and spooned her body against his.

  “I was testing the water to make sure it wouldn’t mar your skin,” he said, kissing her hand as he turned around.

  “And watching you excited me.”

  “Let’s see if I can figure this out,” he said, picking up the liquid soap and pouring some into his hand.

  “I have a bath scrunchy thingy over there for that,” she commented, pointing to the bright pink ball hanging from the shower behind her.

  “I know, but I want to feel your skin under my hands. Why should that vile pink thing have all the fun?” She closed her eyes as his hands rubbed from her neck, down her arms and then across her chest.

  “Why do you close your eyes?”

  Heat rose to her cheeks. She looked down at the hands massaging her breasts methodically. “Habit I suppose.”

  “I like seeing your eyes open, sweetheart,” he said. The water lapped against her excit
ed skin. She moaned as his soapy fingers attended her abdomen and thighs, his touch just millimeters from where she wanted it most. Moving to accommodate her need only made Djar chuckle and move his hand in unison. She hissed her impatience.

  “Spread your legs for me.”

  Obeying quickly, she whimpered softly when his hand ran across her mound and his fingers delved into her. “That feels good.”

  “I enjoy touching you.” Picking up the handheld shower massager, he whispered, “Do you use this on yourself frequently, Melinda?”

  She shuddered in response, her mind recalling the self-induced orgasms she had enjoyed under the safety of the cascading water. None of them compared to the ones she’d felt with him.

  “Yes, it does a good job on your back,” she commented, the warm water splashing on her abdomen. The pulsating sensation radiated through her entire stomach when he placed it on her skin.

  “Just your back? What a waste of such a wonderful toy.”

  She sucked in her breath when he moved it further down her body. It trailed downward until it vibrated on her inner right thigh. “It works out the kinks in my muscles after a long day.”

  “Mmm, I bet it does. What work do you do?”

  “Investments.” The head of the shower massager moved slightly inward, still not near where she wanted it most. But his arm held her in place against his body.

  “I bet it would make you feel even better if you used it like this,” he said. She gasped when warm water splashed onto her lathered pussy and cried out even louder when he pressed the pulsating head to her skin.

  “More, Djar, please.”

  “Which is your favorite setting, Melinda? Is it this one? Or this one?” She moaned and writhed when he flicked the button and increased the speed. One more flip and she would be over the edge.

  “Ah…” She silently cursed herself for being unable to speak. His deep chuckle in her ear did little to decrease the need she felt.

  “Good, I think we’re getting closer.” He began at her clit, moving downward slowly to her labia, holding her firmly in place. There was no way to escape his ministrations and no way to make him go faster.