Addicted to You

by Bethany Kane

  Something about the thought struck a chord of memory in him. His brow crinkled as he tried to bring the recollection into focus. Nothing clear came back to him, but he found himself getting aroused for some reason.

  Really aroused.

  Not that he should have been surprised by that. He was watching Katie, after all.

  He grabbed something from his bedside table and headed out of the house.

  “You didn’t tell me you fixed it!” Katie called to him excitedly when he walked around the side of the house to the backyard.

  “You never gave me time to come up for air last night. I didn’t have an opportunity,” he said. He came to a standstill and watched her.

  “Why are you frowning like that?” Katie asked as she tucked her feet back and began to let the tree swing slow to a halt.

  “What?” Rill asked. The shadow of the elusive memory had flitted once again in his consciousness as he looked at Katie’s face. He walked toward her. “Sorry. I’m just preoccupied.”

  “Were you writing?” she asked him brightly. Her green eyes shone. She seemed to glow with happiness as she half stood, half sat, her legs straightened, her boots on the ground, her bottom on the seat of the swing and the ropes in her hands. She wore a multicolored gypsy skirt that looked as if it could have passed for the bottom of one of her belly-dance costumes (except this one didn’t include a sheer panel) along with an ivory sweater. She looked a picture with the brightly colored woods as her backdrop. He approached her and reached for a golden curl that had fallen on her cheek.

  “Yeah,” he said as he tried to push back the coiling tendril, but ended up stroking her ear instead. “How was Errol’s rehab?”

  “He’s coming along. He never complains,” Katie murmured. He wondered distractedly if her voice had gone hushed because of his touch on her skin. “Dave thinks he’ll need at least four weeks of therapy, three days a week.”

  “Who’s Dave?”

  “Errol’s physical therapist.”

  “You have a tiny ear,” he observed.

  “It hears just fine.”

  He smiled and leaned down to examine it with his lips. Her floral scent filled his nose. She placed her hands on his ribs. He bit gently at the delicate shell of her ear and felt her shiver.

  “It seems to feel just fine, too,” he said through a smile.

  He pressed his mouth to her neck in order to better feel her soft laughter. Her hands came up to caress his shoulders.

  “I’m not so sure you’d laugh if you knew what I planned to do to you,” he told her quietly. “You have to be taught there are consequences for distracting me every opportunity you get, Katie Hughes.” She pulled her head back in order to see his face. Her eyebrows went up in a mixture of puzzlement and interest when he looked back at her soberly.

  “Consequences?”

  He nodded.

  “What kind of consequences?”

  “Get undressed, and I’ll show you.”

  “Take off my clothes? Out here in the yard?”

  “There’s no one around,” he said evenly. “And the sun is nice and warm.”

  She considered him for a moment. Rill knew she wouldn’t back down from a challenge. Not Katie.

  He hid a smile when she stepped away from the swing and whipped her sweater over her head, revealing a sheer white bra. He jerked his gaze off the vision of pink nipples straining against see-through fabric.

  “No. Leave on the bra,” he said when she started to remove it.

  She smirked and unfastened her skirt. She kicked it onto the grass when it fell around her ankles. The boots she wore were the high-heeled ones she’d had on yesterday when she’d looked so dressed up. They turned him on about as much as the other pair she wore.

  “Leave the boots on, too,” Rill ordered gruffly. “Get rid of the panties. They’ll definitely just be in the way.”

  She whipped the panties down her thighs. His breath caught when she stood before him, wearing nothing but sunshine-gilded skin, leather boots, a peek-a-boo bra and a smile that warranted a good spanking.

  “You better be careful, Rill,” Katie warned. Her mischievous gaze lowered to where his erection pressed against the front of his jeans. “You’re starting to make me think you missed me.”

  He picked up the seat of the swing. “I’m going to show you how much.”

  “Hey!” she called out in surprise when he suddenly threw the seat of the swing over the thick branch of the tree that held it. “What are you doing?”

  Rill caught the seat and tossed it over the branch again. “When I hung it yesterday, I hung it at a height for swinging.” He caught the seat in his hands before it flew straight into his cock. “For what I have in mind, it needed to be up a bit higher.” He pushed back the varnished wood plank with one hand and glanced pointedly at it.

  “Have a seat, Katie.”

  Katie’s smile faded. Heat simmered between her thighs. She’d caught the hint of amusement in Rill’s voice, but the sudden hard gleam in his blue eyes sobered her.

  Aroused her.

  She walked toward him cautiously and took the seat he proffered her.

  “What’s got you so worked up?” she asked. The wooden seat felt warm beneath her thighs and ass.

  “I’d written two complete scenes before I looked out the window and saw you,” he said as he grasped the sides of the wooden plank. He pulled her toward him and continued in a mild tone. “I wanted to write another scene. It was right there, in my mind. Good stuff. Brilliant, even.” Katie opened her thighs and hugged his hips with her knees. He pressed the edge of the swing against the tops of his thighs and—Katie couldn’t help but notice—along the ridge of his erection. “But instead, I looked into the yard and saw you on this swing, and all those brilliant ideas were gone in a puff of smoke.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said, actually meaning it. He hadn’t written in so long, after all.

  “Are you?” he murmured. She blinked, realizing she’d been staring at his mouth, which was just inches away from her own. The sun warmed her naked skin, creating a thick, sweet torpor in her flesh. A delicious feeling of anticipation prickled beneath her skin and created a tingling feeling in her clit. She scooted forward on the smooth, warm wood and pressed her opened pussy against Rill’s hard crotch.

  “I am,” she whispered. “I’ll make it up to you. You can ravish me, if you’d like.”

  His dark brows rose. “I would like. But you don’t have to give permission. I would have taken what I wanted anyway.”

  His head swooped down. His kiss was hard and demanding, stealing her breath. She experienced the strength of his hunger in that kiss. It felt like an assault on her senses. The sun felt warm and gentle on her skin, but inside, Katie’s temperature quickly rose to a low boil. He flexed his arms and rubbed her pussy against his straining cock. He groaned, deep and rough, and released his hold on the swing.

  Katie cried out in surprise and gripped the ropes as she flew backward a few feet. Rill walked forward and caught the seat on the swing, stilling it. He stepped back and inspected her. She’d been about to speak, but when she saw the expression on his face as he stared at her lap, the words faded.

  “Spread your thighs wide, Katie,” he said quietly.

  She opened her legs until her outer thighs touched the ropes attached to the swing. She felt the sun-warmed air tickle her sensitive, exposed flesh, but it was nothing compared to Rill’s gaze. His stare made her burn.

  “Look at you. Like a flower opening to the sun,” he murmured, looking mesmerized. “Lean back in the swing a little.”

  She did as he asked, watching him with bated breath as he grasped her hips in his palms, his gaze still fixed on her pussy. He placed one hand on her lower belly just above her mons. She whimpered when he trailed his fingers lightly through her pubic hair. Then he was separating her labia, parting her for his gaze, exposing all her secrets. She stared in rising awe at his face as he gazed at her.

  It was
the most intimate experience she’d ever had in her life, so intimate, in fact, that she wasn’t at all sure she’d ever previously known the meaning of the word.

  After a pregnant moment, Rill blinked, as though he were coming back to himself.

  “Sit up, Katie,” he said in a hoarse voice as he reached in his back pocket. She leaned forward and watched in rising excitement as Rill unbuttoned his jeans. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it into the yard. He was still wearing boots, however, and he didn’t appear to be in a mood to take the time to unlace them and get them off his feet. Instead, he pushed his jeans and underwear down around his muscular thighs. The sound of the paper tearing on the condom package sounded unusually loud in the still yard.

  Once he’d rolled the condom on, he moved hastily. He held her breasts in his hands and used his fingers to push the nipples into further pronouncement.

  “Like sex candy, I swear,” he muttered before he lowered his head and sucked on a nipple through the sheer fabric. Katie cried out at the jolt of pleasure that stabbed through her. His mouth on her nipple felt so good she leaned forward slightly and ground her pelvis down onto the hard swing, stimulating her pussy. Her ass tingled with excitement as well. Then Rill’s mouth was moving, and he was kissing her ribs and opening his mouth against the sensitive skin at the sides of her body, testing her with his tongue. Thrills of excitement coursed through her. He went to his knees. Katie held on to the ropes and gazed up blindly at the sun-drenched blue sky and moaned as he examined her skin with his lips and tongue and teeth.

  It felt sublime. She’d waited for him for so long . . . and who knew how long these precious days would last?

  Her hand dropped to her lap when Rill stood. Katie realized only then that she’d lowered it to tangle her fingers through his hair as he’d moved his mouth over her belly and hips. The side of her waist throbbed pleasantly where his teeth had gently abraded her flesh. He took the hand in her lap and placed it on the rope of the swing.

  “Don’t remove your hands from the ropes unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

  Katie nodded dazedly.

  A small smile flickered across his lips. “Good. Scoot forward in the swing. Put your pussy right at the edge of it.”

  She eagerly did what he asked. His cock looked ready and enormous with need. She longed to feel it inside her, rubbing and firing deep, secret flesh. He surprised her by going to his knees again.

  “Legs wide,” he ordered.

  She parted her thighs as wide as they would go. He pushed the swing toward his face and, without any preamble, slid his tongue against her clit.

  Katie cried out as pleasure shot through her flesh. He placed his hands on her hips, controlling her movement with the swing. As he stimulated her clit, he subtly pressed her against his tongue. The swing made the whole process breathtakingly efficient. He manipulated her with hands and mouth until Katie became desperate. He pushed her forward against his stiffened tongue, then let her sway back ever so slightly, easing the delicious pressure while his tongue played in the folds of her sex. It was like she’d been placed on some kind of roller track that he used to torment her. Instead of his mouth and tongue altering pressures, he controlled her pleasure with the swing, pressing her tight against his stabbing tongue, moving her back until it became a teasing flicker against her hungry clit, then back close while he applied an eye-crossing suction.

  She began to beg in a breathless chant. Nothing existed but the white-hot, burning need at her core and Rill’s ruthless tongue. She barely noticed when he moved his hand, her pleasure was so acute. He continued to tongue her clit as his finger found her slit. Katie jerked in the swing when he penetrated her pussy. She was so close to the edge, she shook. His probing finger was giving her just the extra jolt she needed to explode, so she keened in protest when he withdrew.

  He lifted his head from her lap and looked at her face. “Lean back in the swing. Farther. Give me your ass.”

  Katie followed his terse instructions without thought, rolling back onto her lower spine while she held on tight to the ropes of the swing. He continued to watch her as he pushed his lubricated finger against her rectum. A cry leaked past her lips as he slid into her to the knuckle. Her clit twanged in painful arousal when he began to move his finger in and out of her ass while he studied her reaction.

  “You’re so hot. So tight,” he said in a gravelly voice. She bit her lip hard to stop from moaning. A tear leaked out of her eye and skittered down her cheek.

  “Don’t cry,” he said softly. “I can’t stop, Katie.”

  “No,” she agreed through choppy breaths. She was too close to rapture to explain that she hadn’t been crying because she didn’t like what he was doing to her. Once again, the intense intimacy of the moment had nearly overwhelmed her.

  He embraced her with one arm around her hips and pushed her toward his lowered head. Katie sighed when he buried his face in her lap, his tongue finding her clit unerringly. He shifted her slightly in the swing, increasing the pressure of his burrowing tongue and the finger thrusting into her ass.

  She hung on to the ropes of the swing for dear life as she came. He continued to stimulate her as she climaxed, so that she existed in a sunshine- and pleasure-infused world for an untold period of time. Then she felt the swing lurch as he stood and his voice was near her ear.

  “You have had your pleasure, beautiful. Now I’ll take mine.”

  Katie blinked open her eyes dazedly. Rill stood in front of her, one hand at the back of the swing, the other fisting his cock, his eyes trained on her spread pussy. He stepped back and watched himself push the flaring tip of his cock into her slit. She moaned, feeling him stretch her tissues. He felt hard and unrelenting against her sated, sensitive flesh. He flexed his hips, gentle but firm.

  “Take me, Katie,” he whispered.

  He lips fell open and she gasped as the shaft of his cock slid into her. His hands transferred to the sides of the seat of the swing. He began to rock her back and forth an inch in either direction on the swing, working his cock into her pussy. She moaned. His nostrils flared as he watched her face.

  “I like having you at my mercy,” he said.

  She whimpered as he slid another inch deeper and her pussy clamped around the steely pillar of warm flesh. She was at his mercy, all right, with her thighs spread wide and Rill in complete control of her movements as she perched on the swing. She craved full possession, but she was unable to push her hips without risking falling off the seat. She had no choice but to be patient and accept Rill’s pace.

  “Look at my cock in you, Katie.”

  She glanced down. For a taut, sensual moment, they both watched as Rill pulled and pushed on the swing and his cock burrowed its way into her body. When he moved the swing back several inches and his cock was exposed to the sunlight, she saw how the thin condom glistened with her juices.

  “Your pussy is pulling on me,” Rill grated out through a tight jaw. “I swear, Katie, you always try me.”

  She opened her mouth to tell him she didn’t mean to, but he tightened his hold on the seat and flexed his arms. She swung forward. His pelvis smacked against her spread thighs with a brisk whap. Katie cried out sharply at the sensation of suddenly being filled by a hard, teeming cock. Rill growled in his throat, deep and low. He moved the swing in a tiny, subtle circling motion, grounding her pussy against his balls.

  “Oh, yeah,” he muttered gutturally. “This is going to be so good.”

  He spread his legs slightly, planting his feet. He eased the muscle tension in his arms and the swing swung back. Her pussy slid along his cock. He pulled on the swing and Katie flew forward, swallowing him into her body and smacking against Rill’s pelvis and thighs.

  The swing made the whole process almost mechanized in its efficiency. He stood unmoving, his ass and thigh muscles clenched tight, his gaze glued to the image of his cock pounding into her body in short, forceful thrusts. He fucked her hard. His shoulder, pectoral and a
bdomen muscles looked rigid with strain. His biceps swelled as he used them to control their mating.

  The precision and intensity of the whole process, the obvious relish he took from watching his cock plunging in and out of her, should have embarrassed her. He was completely using her body for his pleasure, utterly focused on finding bliss in her flesh.

  Instead, it aroused her to see Rill so lost in the moment, so infused with need that he became the essence of pure, driving desire.

  A low, desperate whine began to vibrate her throat. The friction was almost brutal, it was so precise. His arms quickened the pace. Loud, staccato slapping noises of skin against skin blended with Rill’s grunts of pleasure and the paradoxical sounds of peaceful birdsong from the trees.

  His breath came in jagged puffs. A sheen of perspiration shone on his chest and flat abdomen. Katie wanted to touch him so bad. She ached, wanting to ease him in his crisis of anguished ecstasy.

  She strained to find her own release from this blissful torment.

  “Harder,” she whispered between pants.

  Her eyes popped wide when he growled menacingly and complied. She hadn’t really thought he could be any more forceful in his possession, but she’d been wrong. She had a fleeting image of Rill’s snarl as his pleasure crested, and then her right cheek was pressed against a pectoral muscle that had grown hard as stone as he held her against his body. His roar of release vibrated up from his chest to her face. His cock swelled, then lurched inside her body, the sensation so intense it made her grimace in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

  She felt him twitching deep inside her as he ejaculated. She clamped her eyes shut, overwhelmed with the intensity of the moment . . . slain by the feeling of harboring the man she loved deep within her while he surrendered himself to her.

  Her fear of how fleeting, how impermanent the feeling was made her relish it . . . cling to it with a wild desperation.

  After several moments, his rigid hold on the swing slackened. She cried out when she swung away from him and their physical connection was broken.