Hot Blooded

by Delilah Devlin

  His grip relaxed, and her heels met the floor again, but her knees wobbled and she sagged against him. His arms slowly enfolded her, and for a moment, she surrendered to his embrace, drinking in the clean spicy scent of the soap he’d used to bathe with.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling beneath the cheek she snuggled against his chest.

  She nodded, not trusting her voice. Was she hungry?

  Adam dropped his arms and stepped back. “The kitchen’s that way,” he growled, lifting his chin toward the door.

  Cass studied his expression for a hint of humor, but the implacable mask was firmly in place. She followed him into the kitchen, cautioning herself not to jump at anything sexually ambiguous or she was sure to be disappointed.

  She took a stool at the marble counter and watched as he drew bread from a cupboard and roast beef, tomatoes, and lettuce from the refrigerator. The sight of him, barefoot, hair dampening the back of a plain brown T-shirt that stretched around his biceps, and butt-molding blue jeans, was as mouthwatering as the scent of the meal he prepared. She hadn’t eaten more than a couple of granola bars since breakfast.

  She slid from the stool and strode toward the refrigerator. “What do you have to drink?”

  “Coke’s on the bottom shelf. Beer’s in the door.”

  She chose a couple of beers, hoping a little alcohol would ease the tension between them.

  Sitting side by side at the counter, they ate in silence. Cass was aware of every movement of his jaw as he chewed and watched from the corner of her eye as he upended the beer for a long draw.

  “Not gonna eat?” he muttered.

  She blinked and took a bite of her sandwich. With the amount of calories she’d burned today, she should have been starved, but sexual awareness seemed to have interrupted the synapses that sent that message to her brain.

  She was on sensory overload, sitting beside him, feeling dwarfed by his size, admiring the bronze tone of his skin, the dark hairs dusting his arms, and remembering how the large hands cupped around his sandwich felt stroking her skin.

  Suddenly overwhelmed by the moment, she set down her sandwich, took a drink of her beer, and then pushed the bottle and plate away. There was no use pretending she could keep this casual, or pretend she wasn’t waiting for him to take her to the bedroom and exact another sweet revenge upon her body.

  She cleared her throat. “Are you about done? I’ll clear away the plates.”

  “That can wait.”

  Cass held still, willing her heart to slow its frantic beating.

  His fingers closed around her wrist, and he pulled her from her stool, led her out of the kitchen and back down the hall to his bedroom. This time, he walked inside, switched off the overhead lamp and pulled apart the curtains covering a wide window.

  The sky was an inky black with occasional smudges of light illuminating dark, roiling clouds. The window faced the long gravel road that led from the wrought iron gate at the entrance of the property to the garage on the other side of the house.

  Adam came back to her, pulled her toward the window, and turned her to face it. He stepped behind her, his hands resting on the notches of her hips. “Think we’ll even notice when Johnny comes home?”

  She jerked, knowing she wasn’t the only one being punished for the other night’s misstep. “Why would I care?” she asked, her voice raw and scratchy.

  “Right answer.” His hands cupped her breasts beneath her shirt and squeezed.

  Cass leaned against his chest as he caressed and plumped up the mounds, gliding his thumb across the aroused points. His hips pressed into her, his clothed cock rutting against her buttocks.

  Cass’s breath came faster. She clutched the sides of his thighs and held him tight, letting him know wordlessly again that she was willing.

  His hands slowly glided down her belly, then came up under her shirt. Callused palms skimmed burning skin as he shoved up her T-shirt and tugged it over her head.

  She closed her eyes as his palms settled on her breasts again, massaging, thumbs flicking her ripened nipples until she rolled her head on his chest and arched her back.

  Hands skimmed beneath the shorts and pushed them over her hips to drop to the floor. Naked, with him fully clothed behind her, she wished she had the nerve to turn and undress him as thoroughly, but she waited, letting him set the pace, giving him what he demanded of her—surrender.

  “Lean over and grab the windowsill.”

  Cass turned and tilted her head, trying to read his expression, but found herself frustrated as usual. “I’m too short standing on the floor…”

  “Did I say I wanted to fuck you?”

  Jesus Christ, she’d fallen in love with a sadist. So, why was her body starting to quiver?

  He stepped back and so did she. Then she extended her arms and bent over, gripping the edge of the wooden casing.

  His feet nudged hers wider apart, and once again, she was opening for him, her folds parting with a moist sigh.

  Two large hands cupped her ass, lifting her buttocks and spreading them. “Think you deserve a spanking?” he whispered.

  “No!” she bit out, but stopped herself from saying more. Every time she opened her mouth she got herself into deeper trouble with him.

  “Did you like what I did the other day?” Fingers slid between her folds, and he had his answer in a rush of cream that soaked her inner channel.

  His soft chuckle had her gritting her teeth, but still she stayed silent, waiting for him to decide how he wanted to take her.

  One hand lifted, and she braced herself, shoulders stiff, her head held high. The flat of his hand landed against the length of her pussy in a stinging slap. Her cunt tightened.

  He did it again, the sound making her wince because it was wet and dirty. Air hissed between her teeth. Fingers stroked inside her, then withdrew. Another slap and her knees trembled.

  Cass gripped the casing harder and lowered her head between her arms, because no amount of passive resistance would make this any less humiliating to take. He’d discovered a part of her she didn’t know existed. A part that craved the sting of his physical mastery.

  Soft licks stroked along her spread folds, and she moaned because she loved the things he’d done to her before with his wicked tongue.

  “I haven’t been able to get the taste of you out of my mouth,” he groaned.

  “Try gargling,” she gritted out, her voice soft and thin, so unlike herself, she wished she hadn’t said a thing.

  His lips pursed around her clit and suckled then let go with an audible pop. He repeated the action again and again, until she was ready to scream because he never let the urgency inside her build.

  “I’d like to fuck you like this. Watch your sweet cheeks jiggle. But you’re right. You’re too damn small.”

  “On the bed then?” she panted.

  “Kneel on the edge.”

  She straightened and turned toward the bed, startled to see him still fully dressed. She’d forgotten. “Would you like me to undress you?”

  His nostrils flared. “Go ahead.”

  Cass had never been timid with a man, but Adam made her nervous, because she really cared whether she pleased him and hoped at the end of it all that he’d forgive her.

  Now, he stood still, his eyes glittering in the darkness, watching as she slowly approached him.

  She stepped close, her gaze drifting down his broad, solid chest, and she reached out to grab handfuls of cotton and drag his shirt upward.

  His arms lifted, and she stood on the tips of her toes to tug the shirt over his head. Next, she opened the button at his waistband and slowly pulled down the zipper at the front of his jeans. The scrape was as loud in the silence that surrounded them as her own choppy breaths.

  Her fingers slid beneath the denim at his hips and push
ed, peeling his jeans downward to his ankles.

  Cass knelt to hold his pants as he stepped out of each leg, and then she looked upward, getting her first full-frontal view of his cock.

  It jutted upward from a ruff of crinkly black hair. The crown was blunt and round, the shaft thick and ridged with veins.

  Her breath gusted against him, and his cock jerked. Cass couldn’t resist, she encircled him with her fingers and rubbed her cheek along his length. Steamy, satiny heat glided along her skin, and she inhaled his musky, clean aroma.

  She cast a questioning glance upward, but couldn’t tell from his thinned lips and narrowed glance whether he was pleased with her interest or impatient for her to climb onto the bed.

  Her own arousal sharpened. And anger drifted to the surface again. Adam wanted her surrender. Wanted her dancing to his tune until he figured she’d paid enough for the cost to his pride.

  Well, she had plenty of pride of her own, and she needed to recapture her own weakening spirit. If she was ever to convince him she was his match, his mate, he had to see her as equal in pride and ferocity.

  She allowed a little smile to curve the corners of her lips, then pointed his cock upward and dove beneath to lap at his balls.

  He murmured something soft, probably filthy, but she didn’t care. She licked his hard, round balls, stroking her tongue slowly over sparse, prickling hair. She cupped them, lifting the sac to her mouth and opened to swallow him inside where the steamy moisture of her mouth enclosed him. She suckled, gently at first, then more vigorously, rasping the skin with her tongue, tugging with her lips, until his fingers thrust into her hair and held her close.

  She murmured, deep in her throat, telling him how much she loved the flavor of his skin, how much she savored the masculinity he surrendered to her care.

  When she released them, she pressed a kiss against each ball, and then glided her lips, cheeks, and nose up his shaft.

  Coming higher on her knees, she pointed him toward her mouth and locked her gaze with his, then rocked forward, just far enough to suck the crown between her lips.

  Her mouth stretched, and her next moan was for herself, because already her pussy moistened as she imagined the blunt thickness pressing inward, crowding into her channel, stroking deeper than he had before when his clothing had interfered.

  Both her hands surrounded him, gliding up and down his shaft, twisting in opposition as she nibbled on the satiny head. Her tongue swirled inside her mouth, capturing the pre-cum leaking from the thin slit, then greedily burrowing inside.

  “Fuck. Cass.” His fingers pulled her hair, trying to force her to rise, but she sank forward, opening her jaws to swallow him. When his cock bumped the back of her throat, she suctioned hard and withdrew, then sank again, and again, until his hips began to pulse forward, and he fucked her mouth.

  She worked him with grasping fists and mouth, until his glides were no longer gentle or shallow. Until her jaws ached, and her fingers cramped, but still he didn’t come.

  A glance at his face, and she knew that wasn’t part of his plan. His face was tight, and his lips were drawn back against clenched teeth.

  She came off his dick, mouthing the crown, moistening the tip with her saliva then kissing it before clutching at his hips and rising unsteadily to her feet.

  She stepped around him and crawled onto the bed, kneeling at the edge, so that her ass was high enough now for him to stand behind her and fuck her.

  His palm slapped her wet pussy once, making her gasp and tilt higher. Then fingers swirled and quickly withdrew.

  Cass leaned on her elbows, staring straight ahead and waiting for him to stroke inside.

  A large hand closed on one side of her hip, and the thick, round head of his dick rubbed up and down her folds.

  Cass held her breath as he slid into her. She clenched her fists around the coverlet beneath her as he slowly worked his way inward with short, steady thrusts.

  Her pussy tightened and relaxed around him, caressing his shaft as he tunneled inside. The tender tissues of her inner walls burned, unused to the thickness cramming deep, but moisture seeped steadily around him, easing his way.

  Both his hands gripped her harder now, pushing her back and forth while his cock sank and retreated, ramming deeper with each glide until at last his groin and balls slapped wetly against her. His strokes strengthened, coming harder, sharper, making her ass jiggle the way he’d wanted it to.

  Cass rolled her face into the bedding, biting her lips to still her cries, but ripples were already working their way up her tender inner walls, and she knew she wouldn’t last long.

  She’d waited too long for this moment, dreamed of it, fingered herself in the dark countless nights while imagining how she’d feel.

  Yet every imagining fell short of this blissful reality. Her pussy had never ached this way. Her body and her heart had never felt this full.

  “Adam,” she groaned.

  “It’s okay,” he rasped. “Come for me. Come now.”

  And she did, pleasure spiraling inside her, coiling tightly around her womb, setting off electric jolts of pleasure that grew and grew—until she was exploding in a burst of heat that made her back bow beneath the tension, and had her mouth opening around a keening scream.

  Adam slammed into her, hammering her pussy, crowding closer as he shoved her farther up the bed, leaning over her when her knees collapsed and she sagged forward, unable to move.

  His release came with frenzied jerks and a long, agonized groan. Scalding moisture spurted inside her.

  Finally, with her legs draped over the edge of the bed where they’d slipped from beneath her, his body came down on top of hers, his hips still rocking, his cock churning in thick cream and cum. Cass dragged in deep, ragged breaths through her mouth, trying to calm her heart.

  His mouth glided along the tops of her shoulders, sucked the skin at the back of her neck, and then his head dropped to the mattress beside hers.

  They lay in a sprawl, half on and off the mattress, and Cass’s lips twitched.

  She opened her eyes to find him staring, his own mouth relaxing into a sheepish smile. “Did I leave you hungry this time?”

  “I think you killed me.”

  Headlights flared in the distance, and she turned toward the window. A thin, thready moan slipped between her lips. “He’ll see.”

  Adam didn’t pull away to jump up and cover them. His body tensed against her.

  “I hope he does.”

  Chapter 6

  Adam lifted his torso from her back, braced his weight on one arm, but didn’t move his lower body away. He stared out the window.

  The lights glared across the glass, slowing, then cut away sharply as the engine revved and the truck sped past.

  “Was that necessary?” she whispered, her voice muffled because she’d dropped her head to the mattress.

  “Completely.” Adam wrapped an arm around her waist, hauling her up against him.

  A door slammed in the distance, but Cass couldn’t muster the strength to be concerned. Footsteps stomped the length of the wood floors, pausing outside Adam’s bedroom door.

  Adam turned them both and sat on the edge of the bed, bringing her with him and spreading her legs either side of his knees, while keeping his cock lodged inside her tight pussy.

  The door slammed open, bouncing against the wall. Adam slipped his fingers between Cass’s legs and thumbed her clit.

  Cass reached between her legs to cup her palms over his hand, trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge. She grasped his wrists and squeezed and tried to bring her legs over his knees, but he spread them farther and she sank, lying against him, more of her sex exposed than before.

  Boot steps scuffed the floor, nearing them, circling the end of the bed until Johnny stood in front of them. He eyed Adam with a tight, impassive expressi
on etched on his face, then his gaze dropped to where Adam’s fingers and dick disappeared. “Didn’t think you’d bring her here, bro,” he said softly. “Not after the other night.”

  “She’s mine,” Adam said, his voice even, although his body tensed beneath Cass’s. “I didn’t leave her any choice.”

  Johnny’s gaze rose to meet Cass’s. “All yours? Or are we sharing?”

  “Adam, please,” she said, pushing at his wrists. “Is this a test?” she asked, squirming hard now. “I told you, the other night was a mistake. I never wanted him.”

  “Are you sure?” Adam whispered in her ear. “Or am I swimming in lies,” he said, swirling his fingertip over her hard nubbin and she quivered.

  Her pussy gave an involuntary caress, clasping him to hold him inside, the moist sound adding the punctuation to his terse statement.

  Cass whimpered. “Stop this, both of you.”

  “Brother,” Johnny said, widening his stance in front of them. “Better kick me to the door now, or I’m gonna get a little taste of what I’m giving up.”

  Adam nudged her face until she met his gaze. “You said it was just a kiss, that he was a substitute for me.”

  Cass’s gaze clung to his, willing him to listen, hoping this time he’d believe. “That was the truth. I never wanted him.”

  Adam’s jaw tightened, then he turned to Johnny. “The lady doesn’t want you. Get out now.”

  “Think she wouldn’t have fucked me if I’d gotten to her first?”

  “You don’t do it for her. And I won’t let you have her. Now, get out. We aren’t finished.”

  Johnny’s fists curled at his side. He shot Cass a hot glare, and then turned his back on them both. The door slammed closed behind him.

  “Was this all about him?” Cass asked, her voice shaking. “Did you want me because he wanted me too?”

  Adam didn’t answer right away. The truth would hurt her. He let his head fall back while his arms closed tighter around Cass because she was fighting him in earnest now, her fingernails scraping his thighs. Her body bucking and, at last, dislodging his cock.