Beyond 10 Nights (Forbidden Desires Series)

by Michelle Hughes

  He stroked her with unhurried patience, knowing that her body wanted more, but waiting on her to tell him that. This was her opportunity to have her needs filled, and he wasn’t about to take that away from her.

  It wasn’t enough and it frustrated her that he wasn’t moving his fingers faster. She attempted to ride him with her hips, but still she needed more. “Alex, please!”

  “Tell me what you need.” He could see the growing frustration in her movements, but all she had to do was tell him what she wanted.

  “Fuck me.” She didn’t care if it sounded bad, his finger wasn’t giving her what she wanted and she was aching to find release.

  “My cock is there, use it like you want.” He could tell by the expression on her face that the thought hadn’t even occurred to her and he fought back a grin. He was rock hard, and if his fingers weren’t doing she needed, then he had no problem with her riding him to fulfillment.

  Pulling herself off his finger Leah quickly moved down his body, encircling his cock with her hand. Unlike Rhett, whose cock she couldn't grasp fully in one hand, she could get her hand around Alex’s, though only just.

  Before she took what she needed, she decided to pleasure him. Lowering her mouth she ran her tongue over the velvet steel length, getting him wet. When she finally suckled him she drew him in as deep as she could, but was only able to fit just over half his length into her mouth, there was so much left over that she couldn’t believe it. Slowly, tantalizingly she bobbed her head up and down on him, suckling him deep. She found that she could fit a little more into her mouth as the muscles at the back of her throat relaxed, but it was simply impossible for her to take his entire length.

  She was driving him crazy with her mouth and he wanted to grab her head and fuck her mouth, it took all of his will power to resist that urge. “Leah, if you don’t stop I’m going to cum in your mouth.” He felt it only right to give her fair warning, he hoped she would continue but at the same time he wanted to feel more than her mouth surrounding his length. “There’s a condom in the table drawer beside you.”

  It gave her a huge ego boost to know she was turning him on so much, but she had her own needs she wanted filled at that moment. The thought of protection hadn’t crossed her mind; she had been on the verge of simply climbing on and riding him until she found her release. She was relieved that he at least was thinking sensibly, though she didn’t allow herself to worry about it, instead she leaned over the bed to pull open the drawer and grab the foil packet, which she held out to him.

  Shaking his head he grinned up at her. “This is your play, Leah, if you want me to have that on, then you will have to be the one to do it.”

  Shit, she thought to herself, she’d never put a condom on a man before. It couldn’t be that difficult she decided, ripping the edge open and sliding out the flimsy covering. Biting her lip she slid it over the engorged head of his cock, she then rolled it down to the base. Feeling rather pleased with herself for getting it right, she grinned.

  He chuckled softly and placed his hands under his head, thinking it had to be one of the most unusual sexual encounters he had had in years; he was sure it would also be one of the most memorable. “Have your wicked way with me.” He winked at her and hoped the smile on her face meant she was enjoying the situation as much as he was.

  Giggling at his comment Leah was surprised to find that she was completely comfortable with him. Straddling his waist, she looked into his eyes as her hand grasped him and she slowly lowered herself onto his huge length. The smile turned into a frown as she attempted to take him inside her, she whimpered as she realized he was simply too big for her to take easily.

  As she struggled to ease herself down onto him, making little movements in an effort to get more of him inside her, he worried that he was going to get off before she had a chance to get any kind of pleasure. He knew his size had been a problem for even some experienced women, and he wanted her to enjoy the experience, not feel inadequate.

  Biting her lip as she struggled to take him, Leah knew she wasn’t going to manage it without his help. “Alex,” she whimpered softly, “you’re going to have to help me.”

  “You want me on top?” He wasn’t prepared to make a move without her agreeing to it first, especially right then, when movement might just cause her a lot of discomfort, if not pain, because she wasn't completely ready for him.

  Leah nodded, hoping she was making the right decision. Right then she was having a hard time accommodating him, the combination of his girth and length was proving a serious problem. She wasn’t sure that having him take over would make it easier, but she didn’t think he could make it any worse.

  He lifted her off him by her hips and turned her over. “Spread your legs wide, and relax.” Pleased at how eagerly she complied, he lowered his head between her thighs as his tongue delved deeply into her clenching core. She was wet, and the scent of her was incredible, he thought as he lapped, plunged, and suckled on the most sensitive part of her body.

  Sliding a finger deep into her, he curled it slightly until he found her g-spot, enjoying how her hips bucked. Adding another finger he almost groaned at how tight she was. Spreading his fingers apart, he stretched her as he moved in and out until he was finally able to add a third finger when her body released its honey.

  Sliding his fingers from her flesh, he moved between her parted thighs. He saw the concern in her face and spoke calmly to try and relax her. "Don't worry Leah, I'll take this slow." This was one ride he was determined she would enjoy. Slowly he inched into her, pulling out when she grimaced at the discomfort, and then moved back in again. He continued the gentle assault, and with each slow thrust he managed to get a little more of himself inside her; she was so damn tight, he thought, he was sure he would be sore by the time the night was over, but it would be worth it.

  After what seemed like an eternity he was inside her to the hilt; she could swear he touched her womb and wrapped her arms tight around him, holding him close. Biting her lip, she wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her feet into his ass; she was amazed at how full she felt with him inside her.

  His body wanted to pound into her silky flesh but he resisted, reminding himself that he wanted to focus on her pleasure, not his. Turning her over carefully, still impaled on him, he let her take charge once more. “Take what you need from me, Leah.” He hoped like hell she took it fast, at the rate things were going he would be getting off before they even got started, and he didn’t want that to happen.

  Her legs shook as she slowly lifted up on his cock and a groan of pleasure left her lips as his length filled her again. Continuing the unhurried ride to pleasure for long minutes, she felt her body beginning to reach toward that pinnacle that made her forget everything.

  Lifting faster, and pushing down harder, she was amazed how incredible he felt inside her and closed her eyes as she allowed her body to feel. She rode him with abandon, forgetting everything but her own pleasure; fulfillment washed over her and she cried out in pleasure.

  She had been amazing, he thought, his cock still twitching in need as her tight sheath attempted to milk him. “My turn,” he said with a wink and turned her over as she finally opened her eyes. Lifting one leg he allowed her other to remain straight, knowing it would put direct pressure on her piercing as he rode her.

  He couldn’t fuck her like the animal instinct inside of him demanded, she wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning if he did, so instead he began a nice slow ride, building up until his body was right on the verge of nirvana. “Hold on tight.” Releasing his control he allowed himself a few fast deep strokes before grunting as he peaked.

  Without thinking he allowed his full weight to rest on her until every last drop of pleasure was milked from his body. Once he had recovered he pulled himself slowly from her clenching folds. Without a doubt it had been the best sex of his life and he was glad he hadn’t denied himself.

  Leah shivered at the intensity of the release they both
found and gasped as he pulled her over to rest on his chest, holding her in his arms. She wasn’t sure what to expect after their lovemaking, but this sweet tenderness as he caressed her hair was definitely making her feel more confident. Snuggling against him she inhaled his utterly masculine scent and sighed in pleasure, sounding like a contented kitten that had just finished lapping at a warm bowl of milk.

  Within moments, her exhausted body gave in to sleep.

  8

  MEXICO

  The flight into Mexico had given Rhett the time to think over how he had left things with Leah and he was thoroughly disgusted with himself. What he had done was exactly the shit he was trying to stop, and it clicked in his mind that he was a negative influence on her, and that his presence in her life was damaging to her.

  He had no idea how to have a normal relationship; it was something he had never done before. The women in his past were experienced in pleasing him, and he was used to making it worth their while to do so, but his Leah was nothing like the submissive's he was used to. For one thing, she had touched his heart, something none of the others had done.

  Manuel had sent a car for him and he made his way over to it while the attendants sorted his luggage. He needed to clear his head, and he hoping a period of relaxation at the resort, something he was unfamiliar with, would help him to make sense of the mess in his mind.

  The short drive to the resort afforded him more time to wallow in self-misery than he would have liked. His thoughts kept turning back to Leah and he found himself wondering if she wouldn't be better off had he just stayed away, or never made the offer of ten nights in the first place.

  The alpha in him demanded he strike that notion down and go claim what was his, but destroying her in the process would never make him happy, he knew that without any doubts.

  The moment the car reached the resort his baggage was taken care of by the staff and he was led up to his suite, without the need for him to deal with registration. He tipped the bellboy without a second thought, and found his way to the bed, where he rested while he contemplated the changes in his life over the previous weeks.

  Since Leah came into his life he had found himself wanting to become more than he was, to become the man she deserved, but what she deserved was someone who could give her a hearts and flowers romance. He simply wasn’t sure he could become that kind of man, no matter how much he wanted to. The consequence of that thought was that if he couldn’t become what she needed and deserved then he should step away, he should let her find someone else.

  The thought of stepping away and allowing Leah to be with someone else, he simply couldn’t handle that, it enraged him and he found himself jumping off the bed and swinging a fist at the wall. He needed to feel pain, to feel something, but he felt nothing; adrenaline was pumping through his system too fast for that.

  Swearing, Rhett slammed his fist into the wall a second time, again to no effect. Deciding he needed to do something else to try and relieve his frustration he undressed, ripping buttons from his shirt in his haste. Once naked he dug through his luggage until he found his swim trunks, which he pulled on, and a towel.

  The pool area was deserted when he made it downstairs and, dropping the towel on a nearby lounger, he dove straight in. With powerful strokes he completed a couple of dozen laps before deciding swimming was doing nothing to alleviate his frustration. Getting out of the pool he dried himself vigorously; he still felt physical exhaustion was the best way to curb his temper and so he made his way down to the gym to work out until he no longer had the energy to move, let alone think.

  The thought of Leah with another man, her body the plaything of someone other than him, kept playing on his mind, no matter how much he tried to push it away. If he ever found her with another man, or heard that she’d been with another man, he’d rip that guy’s head off, he thought bleakly. He wasn’t prepared to accept anyone touching what was his.

  Giving up on the exercise that wasn’t doing what he wanted it to; he wrapped a towel around his hips. He needed to get his shit together, and it was clear his current plan wasn’t working. Making his way upstairs he took a quick shower when he reached his suite.

  Once he had dried himself he began unpacking, though throwing his crap all over the bed was a more accurate description for what he did, until he found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, which he pulled on. Slipping on a pair of sandals he made his way to the elevator and headed up, hoping Manuel was in.

  When he opened the door Manuel was shocked by the rage he saw on Rhett’s face. “My friend, you look as though you’re ready to beat the hell out of someone.” He had enough sense not to laugh at the look on his friend's face; he simply stepped aside and held the door open so Rhett could enter.

  “I need a fucking drink.” Without any of the usual pleasantries, Rhett walked over to his friend’s bar and poured himself a double scotch, he downed it quickly and immediately poured a second drink.

  This was not his calm, cool, and collected friend, Manuel thought, worried that his business was in trouble. “Can I do anything to help?” He couldn't imagine anything else that would have caused his friend to become so unhinged.

  “You can tell me what the hell I was thinking getting involved with a woman who has no idea how to play by my rules!” His second drink went down as quickly as the first, he was past the point of giving a damn what anyone else thought, he wanted Leah, and he knew he’d destroy her if he acted on his desire.

  Manuel was floored to discover that his friend was so upset over a woman. “Well make her play by your rules.” This was not his friend, he thought, watching him at the bar, women didn’t make him lose control, he controlled them.

  “If I make her play by my rules I’ll fucking destroy her, Manuel.” That just wasn’t an option. He knew what he was saying was true, and he wasn’t prepared to do that, but he wasn’t selfless enough to let her go either. He wanted her, damn it, she belonged to him.

  “You’ll save her, Rhett.” Joining his friend Manuel poured himself a drink, confounded by his attitude. A woman needed to know her place, that had always been his philosophy, and the one Rhett had lived by.

  “No I won’t, she isn’t really a submissive. I think she would have been happy to just find her Prince charming, whatever the fuck that means to women.” He didn’t claim to understand how women thought, he only knew how to please them physically, and how to take what pleased him.

  Manuel tried to understand his friend’s comment and realized he was missing a huge part of the equation. “If she’s not a submissive, why did you bring her here for me to fuck?” He couldn’t work that out; it didn’t make sense to him.

  “Don’t remind me of that right now, Manuel, you don’t want to go there.” He didn’t want to remember that the only other man to touch his Leah was his friend, and that it had only happened because of his insistence; the memory of that night made him way to break his friend’s neck, and he knew that wasn’t a good way to feel.

  Manuel held up his hands defensively. “Hey man, I never asked you to bring her here that night, that was all your idea, remember, and I gave you a chance to back out of it.” He was shocked by the anger that filled Rhett’s eyes at the mention of their night together. He had never seen that side of his friend before, and he hoped never to see it again.

  Gaining control of his temper with an effort, Rhett poured himself another drinking, uncomfortably aware of how screwed up his thought processes were at that moment. “I don’t blame you, this was my fuck up, and I need to get the balls to just walk away so she can have a normal fucking life.” He hated that thought, being without her was too painful for him to consider, and her with someone else was worse.

  “Then do what you know is right.” Manuel shrugged his shoulders, he couldn’t see why his friend was having such a problem with it, as far as he was concerned, if Rhett knew what he had to do then he should just do it.

  The doorbell rang then, interrupting their conversation. “Excuse me
a moment, I arranged for a few pets to join me.” He considered sending them away, briefly, he didn’t like the idea of denying himself the pleasure he craved and quickly decided that his friend’s problem was simply that he needed to be pleasured.

  Ushering the gorgeous island girls into the room, he waited as they undressed and left their clothes on hangers by the front door. The women that played in his world knew exactly what he expected, and he thought that maybe it was time his friend was reminded of how that was supposed to work; he pointed to the floor and motioned with his fingers that they were to follow him.

  Rhett put down his glass as the two women crawled into the room behind Manuel; there was no denying they were lovely, but he spared them no more than a glance. “I should let you enjoy your time with your pets, forgive me for intruding.”

  “Stay, they know their place, you and I will continue our conversation in the playroom.” It wasn’t unusual for him to have business associates that shared the lifestyle in a room while he manipulated a scene. He had mixed business and pleasure many times, and Rhett had been there on a number of those occasions.

  Following his friend and his two pets, Rhett made his way into the play room, where he sat on a full-sized couch. He watched as Manuel cuffed both women to a permanent suspension bar and then walked back to join him. “This is how it has always been for us, Rhett, why would you even consider changing who you are for a woman?” He couldn’t imagine ever giving up the life he enjoyed, especially for a woman.

  “I love this woman, Manuel, and want to be what she needs.” He wasn’t even sure his friend could understand the type of commitment he was trying to come to terms with; like him, Manuel had never had a permanent relationship with a woman, he had never even had a long term involvement with a pet.