It was even more surprising to find that now that he had, he still didn’t want to put one on. Fuck it. If he was going out on the edge to dance with the devil, then he wanted it all—wanted her flesh to flesh. Wanted to feel her against his naked cock, all that slippery wet heat grasping him so damn tight.
It was unthinkable.
It was insane.
But it was what he wanted. The fact that she could affect him in such a way—that she was the only woman who’d ever affected him like this—only made him that much more wary of her. He knew he should turn tail and run as far and fast as he could in the opposite direction, but they’d already gone too far. There was no turning back now. He was fucking helpless before her, at the mercy of everything he’d felt for her from the very beginning—defenseless against those deeper wants and desires that had steadily stretched to life during these past weeks while he’d struggled to stay away from her.
Ryan waited forever for her answer, his muscles aching from holding back and sweat beading on his brow.
Finally, she whispered, “A doctor, uh, put me on the pill for regularity.” Shea didn’t think now was the time to tell Ryan she’d actually gone on it because she’d planned on seducing him. “But what about diseases?”
He stiffened in her arms. “I’m not going to give you anything, damn it!”
She refused to let him intimidate her, unable to believe they were still arguing, with him poised just inside her straining body. He felt huge there, and though it burned, she couldn’t wait to feel all of that throbbing hardness buried deep inside of her very empty, very needy pussy. “Don’t yell at me, Ryan. You told me yourself what you go to Red’s for.”
His eyes caught hers, holding her captive. “I haven’t screwed without a rubber since I was eighteen, and old enough to know better,” he told her in a low voice. “But how about you?” he asked just to taunt her, knowing she was the epitome of health and cleanliness. Everything about her was fresh and untouched, as if she really were as innocent as she looked.
Her face flamed hotter. “I won’t give you anything, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Then this conversation’s over, so let’s—”
“Wait!”
Ryan’s forehead dropped to hers, his dick screaming at him in protest to get on with it already, and fuck. “Christ, what now?”
“Why not with me?”
His head shot up like he’d been clipped on the chin. “Why not with you what?” he gritted through his clenched teeth, wondering if she was trying to torture him to death by making him hold back.
Shea hated stopping him, wanting him inside of her so badly, but she had to know if he’d just given her a clue as to how he felt. “Why not wear a—a condom with me,” she panted, “when you said that’s what you always do?”
Those beautiful blue eyes of his narrowed in frustration. Then he smiled—a slow, sexy smile full of carnal lust and hunger. “Because,” he explained in a husky rasp, nipping at her mouth, her chin, “I don’t want anything to stop me from feeling all this snug, slick heat when I do this.” His muscles flexed and he pushed up into her, surprised when he couldn’t go further than a few inches.
She clamped down on him, hard, her inner muscles fighting his penetration, her slender, delicate fingers digging into the bulging muscles of his biceps. He moved slowly until he realized only a hard lunge was going to force him past the unusually tight resistance of her body.
Shea moaned.
Ryan growled a beastly, guttural sound that felt as if it had surged straight up from the root of his cock.
She squirmed in his arms, forcing him a little deeper. Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t draw in enough air to tell him what she needed—which was his body pounding into her, filling her up, hard and heavy and fast. Then she felt the tremor move through him.
“Open your eyes, Shea. Look at me!”
Her lids fluttered, her hungry gaze locked with his, and then he plowed up into her, going hard and straight and deep, driving his way through her clenching muscles with brutal force until he was fully seated inside of her, buried to the hilt.
Shea screamed from the strength of the blow, back arched against the wall, arms flung out at her sides. She felt impaled, deliciously filled, the sensation of having Ryan packed deep inside of her so much better than any fantasy she’d ever had. Everything was perfect, from the hot press of his hard body pushing her against the wall, to the even hotter, harder press of his fascinating erection rammed against her womb.
And then through the pulsing throb of pleasure, she realized he’d gone completely still. Uh-oh. She peeked at him from beneath her lashes and saw his head flung far back against his shoulders. He stared at the ceiling instead of her, his chest working like a great billowing sail between them.
Forcing her arms to move, Shea touched him lightly on his wide shoulders, then the strong column of his throat. “Ryan?” she asked breathlessly, unsure if he could hear her over the rushing of his breath. The harsh expression on his handsome face tightened at the sound of her voice, his body shuddered against her own, and then she was drowning in the deep blue depths of his eyes.
“Goddamn it, Shea,” he groaned in an awful voice. The feel of her hot little pussy was so damn tight, he knew there was no way in hell she’d ever done this more than once or twice. Jesus! She was squeezing him so damn hard it felt like he was going to explode inside of her any second now, and he gritted his teeth to keep from losing it too soon. “You’re practically a fucking virgin and you didn’t tell me?” he accused, snarling it as if it were a dirty word. “How could you not fucking tell me?”
Her big eyes went completely round. “Would you have really cared? And I didn’t think you’d be able—well, that you’d be able to tell. I mean—it’s not like I am a virgin, Ry. I’ve had sex. I’ve had orgasms.” Not all at the same time, of course, but he didn’t need to know all her secrets. No way in hell was she admitting that she was the only one who had ever been able to make her come. Though to be fair, she hadn’t really ever given anyone but Jimmy a chance to try.
She was tight, yes—but she was twenty-seven years old, for crying out loud! It’d never even crossed her mind that he’d be able to tell she hadn’t been ridden countless times and put away damp. He was obviously stunned, and she certainly hadn’t meant to give him such a shock. Damn, talk about startling the hell out of a guy.
He didn’t laugh, didn’t smile—didn’t so much as move a muscle except for the ticking in his clenched jaw. “Oh, I can tell, sweetheart. Believe me. You actually thought I wouldn’t know once I was buried up your cunt? Hell, you can’t be that fucking naïve! I’ve had virgins who weren’t this friggin’ tight!”
She blinked at the accusation in his words, as if he were expecting some outraged father with a shotgun at his back any second now. Her gaze darted away, focusing on a point past his right shoulder. “Of course I didn’t think you’d be able to tell. Think about it, Ryan. I’m twenty-seven, not sixteen! I didn’t think this would be an issue,” she told him in a low voice, wishing like hell he’d just get on with it already. Just the feel of that beautiful cock buried deep inside of her, stretching her so wonderfully wide, filling her to the absolute limit, was better than anything she’d ever experienced.
Her eyes found his again, and Ryan felt himself falling into their bewitching swirls of color. “Don’t let this matter, Ryan. Please. Don’t stop, not now.”
“It does matter, damn it. Don’t think you can act like it doesn’t.” He wanted to yell at her some more, anything to keep from thinking about the fact that he’d just all but busted through her cunt, but his mouth brushed hers, his chest aching with unsettling emotion while his body throbbed painfully. The feel of her gripping him so tightly, her drenched pussy gloving him perfectly, was driving him straight to that place that he feared.
It was dark and dangerous; something that went far beyond mere physical need. He didn’t trust himself, and he didn’t know what in th
e hell to do about it. All he wanted was to go wild on her and screw her brains out, right through the plaster at her back. “Damn it,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust and despair. “I’m the last person in the world you should be wasting yourself on, Shea.”
She leaned toward him and her lips touched his in the sweetest, softest kiss he’d ever had. Ryan felt the shocking sensation shoot straight down to the root of his dick, then thicken and surge its way up toward the broad tip. Oh shit. He was gonna come and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. In a panic, he ripped his lips away from hers, barely holding himself together.
She touched his mouth with wonder, and her own curled in a fey smile that made him wonder how he’d ever survived this long without her. “I don’t consider it a waste, Ry. You’re exactly what I want, what I’ve been waiting for. Believe me—I’m right where I want to be. Yeah, I could have a lot more experience than I do—but it was my choice, just like this is my choice. I’m a grown woman and I know what I want—and what I want is you.”
His forehead dropped to hers. Shit, he couldn’t get his head around it. How had he gotten to this point, with his cock crammed up inside of Shea so deep she could probably feel it at the back of her throat? Where was his control? He should pull out and get his filthy hands off of her, but he knew it’d kill him if he did.
Then Shea ran her fingers through his hair again, shifting slightly, and her cream-soaked pussy sucked him deeper, pulling a strange, sob-like sound from his throat.
“Hey,” she teased, the innocent trying to soothe the slut, “it’s okay. Trust me, Ry, if you’d been dating the same geeks I have, you’d have been holding out some too.”
How she managed to make him laugh at the most emotionally intense moment of his life, he’d never know. But he was suddenly filled with a warm, piercing relief and profound gratitude that he was the one inside of her, and not one of those measly, limp-dicked little bastards she’d dated before.
Trying not to hurt her, Ryan slowly withdrew from her body until only the head of his cock remained within the swollen, stretched rim of her vulva, and then he worked himself back up into her, forcing his way in. She was getting hotter, slicker, soaking him—all creamy and warm and wet—and the feeling of finally being inside of her was the most incredible thing he’d ever experienced. Shea was every fantasy and adolescent wet dream he’d ever had, innocent and seductively sensual, the erotic contradiction wearing his control to the breaking point.
Again he moved out and back in, his movements deliberately careful, but Shea wasn’t having it. She loved the slow, precise feeling of his thick erection moving inside of her, all those long, vein-ridged inches of cock stretching her open, pulling her apart. But more than that, she wanted him wild and out of control again. She wanted him to find pleasure without worrying he was hurting her, without this careful restraint.
“Ryan,” she moaned against his mouth, biting gently at his bottom lip. “Ry, you can let go. I’m not going to break if you take me hard. God, I want you to! I want it the way I’ve always read it could be. Show me how it can really be, Ry. Show me.”
And just like that, his caution broke. “Oh fuck,” he groaned helplessly, pinning her hard to the wall, trapping her as his body pulled out and then rammed back in with a hard scraping motion that raked her inner walls with pleasure.
She heard someone release a broken shout, vaguely wondering if the erotic cry had come from her. Then he did it again, only this time harder, faster, slamming her with his cock, and suddenly she was lost in the fury and depth of his strokes.
Ryan took her again and again, his big body hard and hungry, his cock ruthless, plunging and withdrawing until he thought he’d die from the pleasure of fucking her.
He wanted it to go on forever, but it was too good, too hot, too everything. His balls tightened as his stomach muscles clenched, signaling his release, and he wanted her there with him, milking him dry to the very end. “Come,” he ordered hoarsely, his mouth hot and damp, almost biting against the side of her neck.
Ryan lifted her higher, angling his body so that each deep thrust worked him against her clit, pushing her where he wanted her, grinding against her with expert pressure and friction. “I wanna feel you creaming around my cock this time, Shea. Next time I’m gonna swallow it down my throat again, just like last night, but this time I want your cunt sucking me tight while I fill you up. Come on, baby.”
He pulled out, shoved back in, pulled out, crammed deeper, and suddenly she was flying, the pleasure exploding through her in a warm, violent rush, forced out of her by his words and his body.
He felt the hard tension of her tightening passage, and then all those exquisite little muscles were squeezing his naked cock in a delicious rhythm that ripped his orgasm right out of him.
Ryan came with a rough shout, banging her body against the wall as he spilled and spilled and spilled, until he thought she’d drained him of everything, until he could barely stand. His muscles shook, taxed from the force of his release, and he gave a masculine grunt of horror at the feel of his legs giving out. They slumped down the wall together. He caught himself hard on his knees, gripping her bottom tightly so as not to pull out of her sweet, cum-filled pussy, not yet ready to break the intimate contact.
Hell, he thought with a low groan. He’d never be ready. This was some serious, whacked out, scary shit. He felt like he’d just been turned inside out, completely exposed, and not just physically. His skin and shields had been peeled away, and now everything was out in the open in the rawest way he could’ve imagined.
It was worse than he’d feared, this insane connection they shared—but then it was so much more.
It was the most incredible sex he’d ever had, red hot and raging, completely uncontrollable. Seriously mind-blowing. Shit, he felt like he’d just had a friggin’ epiphany. So what in the hell was he supposed to do now? He could always try running again. But damn it, he didn’t want to. What he wanted was to sink even deeper inside of her and stay that way forever.
In his arms, Shea stirred against him, a low hum of satisfaction purring in the back of her throat. “Mmm,” she sighed. “God, that was so awesome. I think I felt the earth move.”
Ryan couldn’t stop the silly grin that found its way through the fog of mind-numbing sensation. “Awesome?” he asked teasingly, nudging her face up with his own so he could look at her. Her skin was rosy and flushed, slightly damp. She was so beautiful, the sexiest damn thing he’d ever seen, and she was his. Oh, God. It hit him like a Mack truck in the center of his chest, knocking the wind right out of him. She was his. Her cunt, her mouth, her sweetness—everything was all his! “Damn, woman,” he groaned shakily, trying to regain his balance. “You nearly killed me.”
She smiled, looking extremely pleased with herself—and with him. “So then you weren’t disappointed?”
Ryan’s own smile disappeared, replaced by a deep, intense look of tenderness. “You could never disappoint me.” With the softest of touches, he kissed her temple, the alluring curve of her cheek. “God, you’re so soft, so sweet. I’m so damn fucking fascinated by you,” he growled, knowing he meant every word and touch, no matter how badly they terrified him. “I always have been. So don’t even think of trying to throw me out again, because I’m not going anywhere, lady.”
Chapter Six
Ryan carefully disengaged their bodies while Shea squirmed in his arms, his blood pumping hard from the wild kisses she playfully planted over his face and throat. Torn between smiling at her eagerness and groaning from the fresh surge of lust pounding through his body, he removed the few articles of clothing they were still wearing as he stumbled his way into the bathroom, his hands gripping the sweet cheeks of her ass to keep her against him. With one hand he reached into the shower to get the water running hot, and when the air filled with steam, he carried Shea beneath the warm spray.
What the hell had he done? His stunningly uncharacteristic words stormed through his brain, but he couldn’t
find a way to take them back.
Hell, he didn’t want to take them back—didn’t want to take any of it back.
And why in God’s name wasn’t he more upset about it? It’d been years since he’d allowed himself to feel anything beyond the physical pleasure a good fuck could afford—and the last time had been a total disaster. Had, in fact, damn near altered the entire course of his life.
Why wasn’t he pissed at his loss of control, rather than strangely warm inside at the thought that he’d finally had her—and planned on having her again and again? Granted, she’d been more than a good fuck. Despite her inexperience, Shea had been the best fuck he’d ever had. Christ, if she got any better, he’d be a dead man.
She sighed, and he couldn’t help but smile at the soft, inaudible sound. Hell, he was so obsessed, she could breathe and he’d hear it.
He felt like one of the addicts he so often busted during the course of his investigations. Highly successful professionals who should’ve known better, but once they got that taste of their personal paradise, all they could think about was getting it again. They sought heaven by whatever means necessary—no matter how much of a hell it landed them in.
Only his heaven wasn’t going to be found in any illegal substance. No, it was soft and sweet, snuggled up against his chest, all but wrapped around his body in a way that said she didn’t ever want to let go. And if that didn’t send him running, then nothing would. Strange as it was, the only thing he could think about was pulling her closer, pushing back into the addictive depths of her cunt, and never leaving.
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