Blind Need

by Dakota Trace

  “Oh my God, Nate!” Xaviera’s fingers abandoned her nipples to dig into the bedding next to her hips. He was so thick. Doubled over as she was, she felt every inch of him as he bottomed out inside her. Climax beckoned and she fought to keep from going over. She wanted this to last.

  “Fuck yeah.” He moved against her. His chest heaved against the back of her legs. “Deep.” He panted. “Need deeper.” She squealed at the sharp pleasure buffeting her as he pressed her thighs to her breasts. He groaned and stopped. “Am I hurting you?”

  She shook her head. “Don’t stop! Oh God, don’t stop.” She squirmed as she stalled just below the peak. She whimpered in frustration. So close—aw God I’m gonna die. Reaching up to where she thought his face was, she brushed the nape of his neck. Tugging him down, she pressed her mouth to his. “Fuck me.” The words were followed by a sharp nip to his lower lip. “Or I’m gonna hurt you.”

  “You asked for it.” Pinning her hands to the bed, his hips started a fast, pummeling rhythm that had her sliding across the bed. Not that she cared. Lost to the world of sensations wracking her, she could’ve cared less if he knocked them onto the floor as long as he continued to fuck her. The room rang with his harsh breathing and her own mewing noises as the pressure mounted. She was right there. Just a few more thrusts and she’d go over.

  She cried out when he jerked out of her. “Nate!” Her protest died when he flipped her over and sank into her from behind. Feeling him cover her, she nearly screamed when his fingers found her nipples and tugged before cupping her breasts.

  “Hell yeah, better.” His words tickled her ear. “I can play with these little beauties now.” He groaned. “I love what it does to your pussy when I do.” He gave her shoulder a teasing bite as one hand drifted down her stomach to toy with her clit. His thumb rubbed that special spot which sent her soaring. She screamed his name as she came apart under him. Bucking, she moaned into the bedding under her cheek, as both hands moved to settle on her waist. She hissed as he used his hold to jerk her back hard against him as his body tensed with his own release.

  “Fuck!” His fingers had a nearly bruising grip as his hips continued to slap against her ass, forcing her own orgasm to double back and hit her again.

  “Nate!” She writhed beneath him, trying to escape the too-intense pleasure he forced upon her body.

  “Hell yeah—come again for me.” He remained hard, continuing to thrust.

  “Again?” Euphoria beckoned as another orgasm drew close.

  “Yeah—once won’t be nearly enough to sate me, sugar. Prepare yourself for one helluva a night.” It sounded as if he spoke through gritted teeth. This was one of the few times she didn’t have to be able to see to hear the promise or the sensual threat in his voice. She was too busy falling over the edge again.

  ***

  Several hours later, Lucy—retrieved from down the hall—was on the floor beside the bed, Xaviera snuggled closer to Nate. Propped against the headboard of the bed in a sea of pillows, she accepted the strawberry from his fingers. After they’d called the desk, she’d finally remembered the cart Jackson had left for them. Now they were talking about nonsense things as he fed her and they sipped at glasses of wine from a still slightly-chilled bottle of her family’s finest Chenin-Blanc.

  “I can’t believe Jackson bothered with finding a bottle of this.” She licked the rim of her glass. “I’ll admit it’s a stroke of genius on his part. If he treats all his guests this way, it’s easy to understand why his family’s hotels and resorts are so popular.”

  “Hmmm,” Nate’s nose nudged the side of her neck. She giggled when his tongue laved the pulse there.

  “Nate!” She tried to push him away. It seemed as if he was ready for another round of loving. She’d never had a lover as exuberant as him. He’d taken her three times already and it that still wasn’t enough. While it thrilled her that he was so insatiable, she still hadn’t heard his story—why he’d wanted the anonymity of darkness. “Knock it off, lover boy. Fess up.” Tangling her fingers in his hair, she gave it a playful tug.

  “Aw, sugar…don’t be that way. We have much better—and less depressing things we could be doing….” She could just see the pouting little boy in his tone. He licked her pulse before raking his teeth over her collarbone.

  She wiggled away and crossed her arms over her breasts. “No more nookie until you tell me why you wanted it to be in the dark.”

  He sighed before moving to settle next to her. She was surprised when he took her hand and placed upon his left wrist. “Fine, be that way…but I expect another one of those killer blow-jobs for this.” As he teased her with his words, he pulled her hand up to the crook of his elbow. Under her fingers was roughened skin. Unlike the lower part of his arm which was covered with silky hair, it was devoid of hair. She recognized a scar when she felt it. A lump grew in her throat as she settled against his chest.

  “I’ll give you a couple of them,” she promised solemnly.

  “I’m a fire jumper by trade…you know what that is?” He guided her hand up his shoulder. Still more scarring. His reluctance started to make sense.

  “Yes. You jump out of a perfectly good plane to fight forest fires.”

  His chest rumbled under her ear. “And on the rare occasion into a canyon where the shrubbery has caught on fire because of the drought and some careless kids with fireworks.”

  “So you jumped in and got burned?” She felt the movement of his head above her.

  “Yeah. When I got into the canyon, I found a little boy surrounded by smoke and flames. Later they determined he was responsible for starting it. He was only eight and didn’t mean to—all he had wanted to do was light some bottle rockets his mother had told him to wait until later to do.” He paused and exhaled loudly. “I was in there trying to get this little boy to stop crying. He was scared, you see. I fell from the sky in full garb…helmet, breathing mask, and everything. I imagine that I looked like a monster to him. Each time I tried to get close, he’d smack at me. I ended up having to take off my mask and helmet to prove I wasn’t a monster.”

  He shifted a bit under her as if mentally girding himself. “It was about that time a tree behind him fell toward us. Without thinking I reacted—I covered his body with mine. But without my helmet or mask, a branch that was on fire landed on my exposed neck—and somehow managed to slide down the inside of my jacket.” His hand pulled hers up past his shoulder. “I ended up with second and third degree burns….and like your fiancé, my girlfriend eventually left. Of course, this wasn’t until I tried to make love to her the first time after the accident. She actually jerked away from me, saying she couldn’t sleep with a man as horribly disfigured as I was. She tried, but she just couldn’t.” Instead of sounding bitter, his tone was more resigned. “So there’s many reasons why I didn’t want you to see me. Pity and rejection being the primary ones.”

  “Did you save the little boy?” She couldn’t care less about the idiot woman who’d tossed this man away. The little boy’s life was more important and she wanted to remind him of that.

  “Yeah. Although after he was treated for smoke inhalation and returned to his hysterical mother, I’m sure he probably wished I hadn’t.” He rubbed a hand over her back. “She was ready to take a strip off him for scaring her so badly.”

  A giggle escaped her before she cupped his chin. Tipping her head back she stared at where she thought his face was. “I assure you, your girlfriend is worse than a gold plated fool, Nate. To have a man like you as her own—one who puts himself on the line for others and is an excellent lover—and throw him away because of a few scars, is ridiculously stupid. She didn’t deserve you, but her loss is my gain.”

  She snuggled back down to rest her cheek against his chest. The silence grew between them until he finally spoke—his voice was rough. “So you would’ve kept me?”

  “Hell yes.” She soothed her palm over his shoulder. I’d love to keep you—too bad this is only to be one ni
ght.

  “Then keep me.” He rolled her over onto her back. “Don’t let this end here, sugar.” His knuckles brushed over her cheek as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

  Her breath caught. “But this was only supposed to be….”

  He pressed a finger to her lips. “I know, but I want more of you—I’m not ready to walk away. We’ll go slow—no strings, no pressure. I just want to get to know you—to see if this can go anywhere. Please give it—us a chance.”

  Nibbling on her lip, she tried to weigh her options. She was still scared but unless she tried she’d never know…and deep inside she trusted him. “Okay, we’ll try.”

  He gave an excited yell, causing Lucy to stir next to the bed. She yipped and Xaviera laughed. “It looks like Lucy approves too.”

  He chuckled. “So, it would seem.” His nose touched hers. “So…since you promised me a blow job, what would you say to another sixty-nine?”

  Her breath caught in her throat and her nipples beaded at thought. “I’d say you’re on.”

  ~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

  Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who has found her passion in storytelling at a young age. Her father was always saying she was making up the craziest stories. Most remained unwritten though as writing wasn’t Dakota’s strong suit. That all changed in junior high when she took her first typing class. Problem solved for the dyslexic Dakota. There was no stopping her after that. She wrote her first novel her freshman year about a girl who could speak to animals on an old electric IBM typewriter and never looked back. Writing in several different genres, she is now a published author with multiple books under her belt. When Dakota isn’t writing she’s a crazy mom of three wild Indians who are posing as children, a loving wife to the man of her dreams and a full time student.

  You can visit Dakota at:

  www.dakotatrace.com

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