Against the Wall

by Rhyannon Byrd

  She opened her jaws as wide as they’d go and worked to draw him into her mouth, but his monstrous size and her relative inexperience made the action frustratingly difficult. She licked him instead, swirling her tongue greedily around the now juicy tip, and was rewarded by a long, ragged moan.

  Keeping her lips against him, she teased him with the delicate scrape of her teeth, the hungry lapping of her tongue. “You taste so good.”

  Another masculine grunt floated down to her, and her woman’s pride shook her fists in the air, loving the control she wielded over his pleasure.

  “I can’t believe all of this fits inside of me, making me scream, feeling so good. I love it, the way you make me feel, Ry. It’s like there’s something wild and primitive that’s been unleashed that I never knew was there.”

  Ryan tried to make some glib, teasing comment in return. Anything to lighten the alarming web of emotion weaving around him, but all that would emerge from his panting mouth was another ragged groan. Damn, she was fucking killing him, and any second now he was going to lose it.

  He struggled harder for control, knowing he was on the edge of something profound—someplace he’d never been before—and it scared the hell out of him.

  He knew he wanted Shea. Aw hell—he even wanted her to fall in love with him.

  Wanted it a lot.

  As in more than anything.

  But there was no way in hell he was going to let her turn him into some kind of pathetic, lovesick ass. He had to remember that, but it wasn’t easy when she was giving him the sweetest head he’d ever had. His muscles tightened, shuddering in need, and his dick felt like it was about to turn itself inside out at the soft, wet touch of her lips and tongue. “Ah…fuck!”

  Her touch was growing bolder, her hand tightening around him as much as it could. He was so thick, she couldn’t even fully enclose him with her fingers, and so long that the blunt, heart-shaped head reached up high onto his muscled stomach.

  “It’s true,” Shea whispered, her voice a seductive pure. “I mean—well, you’re huge.” Her hand moved down to gently cradle his balls again, her touch exquisitely curious, as if she’d never really taken the time to explore a man before him. “Enormous, actually.”

  A harsh sound—part laugh, part growl—burst from his throat. “Damn, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? And I’m perfectly normal, you crazy little innocent. I just know how to use what I’ve got.”

  And please God, let her believe it. In some irrational part of his sex-fried brain, Ryan was almost terrified she’d find out just how big he really was and decide to find a man easier to take. Over my dead body, he vowed with savage resolve, knowing he could easily dismember anyone who ever tried to take her away from him. Look what had almost happened with Spalding. If Shea and Derek hadn’t gotten in his way, he’d have torn the bastard limb from limb without a second thought.

  She moved, crouching on her hands and knees between his bent legs, staring at his cock as if it were the eighth wonder of the world. Then she lowered her head again and licked from his sacs all the way up the long length, until she was pulling him in again, trying to draw him deeper. “Damn it,” she moaned, unable to take as much as she wanted. “You’re too big for this.”

  Ryan gave a strained laugh at her put-out tone, thinking it was just about the sexiest thing in the world, knowing Shea wanted to give him head. He fisted one hand in her curls, pulling her mouth back where he wanted it, and touched the rim with the fingers of his other hand, stroking her lips while she tried again. She looked up at him, swallowing over five thick inches of cock, her mouth stretched full with barely half of him, and he knew he’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted her. Hell, it was like she’d been made just for him to tongue and fuck and love.

  “More,” he grunted through his clenched teeth.

  Her brows knitted and she glared up at him, her look clearly saying, Hey, big boy, I’m trying here.

  His hand fisted tighter, holding her head still as he pushed deeper, shocking those smoky eyes of hers wide. “I said more, Shea. Relax your throat…that’s it…just suck it down. Damn, you deep-throat like a fucking pro, honey. You sure you’ve never done this before?”

  The second the words were out of his mouth, Ryan recognized them as a big fucking mistake. He knew he sounded like a jackass, but then this newfound, bizarre sense of possessiveness roared through him, rearing its ugly head, pushing him, and he heard himself say, “You suck it better than any other woman I’ve ever known.” Her eyes were telling him to go to hell while she tried to pull back, but he just held her tighter, keeping her gagged with his cock.

  “You put your all into it, baby, like you really enjoy having this pretty little mouth stuffed full of dick. You like to swallow it too, don’t you? I wonder how many guys you’ve teased like this, thinking they were gonna get a chance at that sweet little cunt of yours, only to cut ‘em cold in the end? Because God knows just having you look at me makes me want to come all over you. You really are a little cock-tease, aren’t you, Shea?”

  Her teeth closed down the barest bit, adding a bit of pain with the pleasure, but he didn’t think she’d actually bite him. No, she liked fucking him too much to take a chance on injuring him, no matter how deadly the look in her eyes. Still, Ry wasn’t taking any chances with his dick, and slowly released his grip on her head, letting her slip off of him. He watched her under lowered brows as she sat back on her heels, wiping the back of her hand across her wet mouth.

  “You’re being a pig and an asshole, you know that?”

  “Yeah,” he muttered, gripping her wrist when she went to move away. “So I’ve been told before. But you suck my cock like you don’t really give a shit, sweetheart, so as long as I let you have it. You sure you haven’t been going down on guys to get more experience before moving on to me, because you seem to know a hell of a lot more about giving head than you do about fucking!”

  Shea stiffened at his deliberately cruel words, wondering why he was still trying to hurt her. She looked away and struggled to draw her hand away from his. “Just because I’ve never done it before doesn’t mean I can’t like it,” she replied coolly. “So I like the taste of your cock. So what? It doesn’t mean I go around blowing every guy I meet.”

  He didn’t care for the ice princess tone of her voice. “Yeah, well, it doesn’t mean you haven’t done your fair share of sucking guys off, either.”

  “I’ve read about it, you jerk!” she growled with a small shrug, still trying to pull away from him. “Jesus, I told you—just because I don’t have your sordid sexual history doesn’t mean I’m an idiot. I read books and go to movies, Ry, just like everybody else. I may have been pretty inexperienced, but that doesn’t mean I’m deaf and blind too!”

  Then, with surprising strength, she managed to wrench her hand free and roll out of the bed in one fluid motion despite the various aches in her sex-ravaged body. She stared down at his sprawled form with an expression that fell somewhere between hurt and furious.

  “Besides, you’re one to talk, McCall. From what I’ve seen and heard, you go to bed with anything that moves, so long as it has a pulse. You’re probably the biggest whore I know, and yet you’re ready to yell at me because you think I like giving head. And the fact that I haven’t gone down on anyone but you isn’t even the issue. The issue’s that you’re insulting and hypocritical and—”

  Before she was able to take two steps, Ryan had her pinned beneath him. She stared up at him in shock; her body trapped in place by the solid press of male bone and muscle, his cock a hard, demanding weight against her thigh.

  “Damn it, I’m sorry. I don’t know what it is, but you make me crazy. I didn’t mean to say those things. I was just—shit, I was jealous.”

  “You? Right,” she scoffed, clearly not believing a word of it. “You may be an asshole, but I don’t think you have a jealous bone in your body. You probably can’t wait for me to find some other guy to fuck, can you? I bet the pressure
of being one of the few men I’ve screwed is already wearing you thin, huh, Ry?”

  “That just goes to show how much you know about men, sugar, because I’d kill anyone who so much as laid a fucking finger on you. If that’s not jealousy, then I don’t know what the hell is. All I know is that I can’t stand the thought of you with another man, touching him the way you’ve touched me. And the thought of any man but me touching you or eating you or fucking you makes me crazy,” he snarled in a strange tone, like he couldn’t believe he was actually revealing such a thing to her.

  “Ryan,” she breathed softly, trying to sort through what he’d said—revealed. She smoothed her palms down the sleekly muscled line of his back, not sure whether she wanted to smack him or kiss him. “Don’t you get it yet? I don’t want anyone but you.”

  “Ah, that’s good, then,” he replied with a slow, sexy smile, catching the wisps of curls at her temples and gently tucking them behind her ears, ruefully aware that his fingers were shaking. “Because you’re mine now, Shea. Whether you like it or not. Mine. And I don’t share, sweetheart. Just ask my Mom. I used to beat the crap outta any kid who tried to play with my toys.”

  “Hmm, I don’t know if you’ve, ah, noticed—but I’m not a toy, Agent McCall.”

  “Maybe not,” he drawled with another devastating smile, the look of heat in his dark blue eyes making her burn. He pushed her slender, silky thighs wide and entered her for the fourth time that day, determined to show her just how much. “But I do love playing with you.”

  He knew she must be sore. God knew his dick felt raw from all the physical excess. Not that he wasn’t used to going all night long, but Shea’s cunt was so damn tight it made one screw feel like ten. She was swollen and small and his entry still wasn’t any easier, but she didn’t complain. She just held his eyes, her look revealing how much she loved the way he ruthlessly worked himself in. The insistent push and penetration made her pant and moan, while he trembled at the feel of her. She felt so perfect, so right, so his.

  When she had taken every inch, he stopped and stared down at her as if she were the most precious thing in the entire world to him. And he made her feel precious. Made her feel beautiful and sexy and like a woman. She rubbed her palms down his smooth back again, loving the feel of his warm skin, the life and energy and strength that was so Ryan. Then she gripped the hard-muscled curve of his buttocks and pulled him even deeper inside.

  His eyes blazed, his nostrils flared, and his cock leapt up into her. “Damn it, Shea. You’re unmanning me, babe.”

  Her newfound power felt wonderful, and she couldn’t resist the sexy smile that broke across her face. Trying a technique she’d once read about in Cosmo, she tightened her inner muscles and squeezed the thick, solid length of his cock where it was packing her so full, filling her up.

  Ryan gasped, grunted, then swore foully. Twisting his fingers into her hair, he held her head in place while he groaned against her lips. “Jesus, do it again.”

  She did, marveling at the stark look of pleasure washing over his fierce features.

  “Fuck,” he growled in a savage voice, pulling out of her. “I was going to be gentle this time, but you drive me over the edge, woman.”

  Before she understood his intent, Ryan had her pushed to her stomach and positioned on her knees, with her legs still spread wide and her face buried in the wrecked bedding. She twisted to look at him over her shoulder and could hear the shy uncertainty in her own voice as she gasped, “Ryan, what—”

  “Trust me.” And with those two words, she felt like the helpless little lamb being reeled in by the big, bad, hungry wolf.

  Ryan’s hot palms grasped her bottom, and then moved lower, opening the lips of her cunt with his thumbs until she knew he could see all of her. His deep voice was hard bitten with authority, leaving no room for argument. “Arch your back and lift this rosy little ass up in the air for me.”

  Shea trembled under his touch as his hands molded over her, branding her with beauty and possession. Her weeping pussy grew hotter, wetter, until she was dripping like warm honey down the insides of her thighs, sweet and syrupy.

  Ryan’s fingers moved over her, lightly pinching her clit and smearing her moisture over sensitive tissues, torturing them both. “You really do have the most gorgeous little cunt I’ve ever seen, Shea. It’s like something from a fucking fantasy, so pink and ripe and always begging to be tongue-fucked. I could eat out this juicy slit for the rest of my life and still never get enough of it.”

  She moaned at his words, horrifyingly aroused—or was it arousingly horrified? Before she could decide, she was screaming at the blissful feel of his tongue lapping at her, plunging within, collecting her sweet, copious juice and his fluids mixed with her own.

  He showed her with the greedy demands of his lips and tongue and teeth how much he loved going down on her, eating her out, making it obvious that he took as much pleasure from the intimately carnal act as she did. Seeking a lifeline, Shea’s hands dug into the sheets, clawing at white cotton for leverage in a world that was quickly spinning out of control.

  Brilliant bursts of color began to dance behind her closed lids as he repeatedly took her to the maddening brink of climax without letting her fly over the edge. She gasped and moaned, her meaning understood even if the breathy pleas were unclear. Then, when she simply couldn’t take it anymore, she heard herself shouting words she’d never in all her life thought she’d have the daring to say. “Fuck me, Ry! Oh, God…please! Get in me!” she screamed. “Get your cock in me!”

  “Hold on,” Ryan growled, fitting the dripping head of his cock to the streaming mouth of her greedy cunt. “For fuck’s sake, just hold on!” The knot in his dick doubled—tripled, on the verge of bursting apart as he prepared to give her exactly what she wanted and fuck her raw. He thrust hard and deep, moving as if he intended to shove himself right through her, flesh through flesh, straight out the other side. Her hot little pussy clenched around him, squeezing like a fucking vise, daring him to take everything he wanted—everything she demanded.

  Shit, a man couldn’t get any luckier than having his woman demand he fuck her brains out. All the physical aches and pains of the weekend disappeared. They faded away on waves of pure sensation. He was glowing, pure fire pumping through his veins as he dug his fingers into her silky hips and let his hammering cock teach her insatiable cunt exactly who it belonged to—who would always own it.

  No more ice man. No more fucking cold.

  Ryan set his teeth in her shoulder, pulled out, and rammed in again, claiming her with his body the way he longed to claim her with his heart. She was screaming, crying, clawing at the covers, but they were all demands for more. She was dripping in sex juice, creamy and wet, soaking them both.

  “You asked for this!” he growled, pumping her so full she was amazed she didn’t rip open.

  “I know,” she groaned, her voice choppy and raw. “And I love it. Give me more, Ry. Give me more of it.”

  He took her at her word and dipped his fingers between their bodies, coating them in slippery juices, and then rubbing them into the tight little bud of her ass.

  She jolted beneath him, shocked, unsure, but then he had her clit beneath the thumb of his other hand, digging it in, grinding against her, and those other two wicked fingers were pushing deep into her. They were pressing some kind of switch inside of her that set the muscles in her pussy clenching around him like a clamp, and she couldn’t concentrate on anything except how good they felt and how full she was of Ryan.

  “No tongue this time, angel. This time, you get the full treatment.”

  The long digits dug deeper, spearing into her, choking her with outrageous pleasure as his wicked tongue licked a hungry line along the column of her throat. “I’ll shove my tongue up this tight little bud again, over and over, until you’re dripping and begging to have it filled, but not right now. Right now I need it fast. I’m going to fuck it with my fingers, working it open until you’re
ready, and then I’m going to cram this sweet little ass so full of cock, you’re gonna feel it pushing at the back of your throat.” She trembled beneath him, and he grunted, “Does that scare you, Shea?”

  “N-no,” she moaned, unable to disguise the quiver of hunger in her husky voice. “You don’t scare me.”

  “Good,” he grunted, feeling his cock swell to bursting, wondering if the damn thing would explode, “because there’s no way in hell I could keep it from happening. Not tonight. Not with you.”

  He pressed down with the thick fingers buried in her ass, working them in all the way, growling when he felt the pressure of those two big digits digging into his dick. “Fuck,” he shouted, screwing his eyes shut, struggling to keep from coming too soon. He wanted this to last as long as it could, and if the sexy little cries spilling out of Shea’s mouth were any indication, so did she. She wriggled her hips, adding to the sensation around his cock, and he sobbed out something that sounded like, “That’s so fucking good.”

  Then he began to move again. His deliciously bruising, brutal thrusts pounded her cunt with pleasure, powerful and unrestrained, moving them up the bed until she had to brace herself against the headboard because his own hands were too busy to do it for her.

  “You like that?” he grunted, withdrawing and plunging his fingers in tandem with his pounding, burgeoning shaft. “You like having this tight little ass finger-fucked, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes,” she sobbed, pumping her hips harder, working against him, driving him deeper. “Yes!”

  “You ready for more?”

  “All of it,” she sobbed, her body wrenching, twisting atop the sheets in its desperation for completion. “Anything.”

  He shuddered against her back, his slick skin slipping against hers in a delicious friction of muscle and flesh. One second he was drilling into her, parting the tight channel of her pussy thrust after thrust, and in the next he was pulling free of the wet, suctioning grasp.