Dallas Fire & Rescue: Flashpoint (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Cowboys on the Edge Book 4)

by Delilah Devlin

  He wrapped an arm around her breasts and pulled her upright, placing a kiss against the side of her cheek while he continued to hold her gaze. She quivered against him.

  “The things I’m gonna do to you, girl,” he whispered.

  Chapter Four

  ANOTHER SHIVER TRAVELED down Diana’s spine. She’d never seen a look quite like the one Troy wore now. Ravenous. Wild. His blue irises had nearly been consumed by his black pupils. His jaw was tight; his skin stretched over his cheekbones. And every part of him that touched her was hard. The arm clamped over her breasts. The chest pressed against his back. The cock lodged between the globes of her ass.

  She’d wanted uncomplicated sex. Maybe a little gymnastic, too. But this was a whole other prospect. Troy was set to turn her inside out, and she was worried she wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him.

  Her sex life with Mike had been… nice. Happy. Comfortable. But the emotions Troy aroused in her now were anything but.

  His intense expression said he’d allow no modesty. No holding back.

  As if she could. Already her sex was damp, her labia swelling. Her nipples had sprung instantly when cool hair had hit them, and now ached pressed against his arm.

  “Stop looking at me like that,” he growled into ear.

  “Like what?” she asked, gasping when he bit her lobe.

  “Like I’m the big bad wolf.”

  “I’m not afraid.”

  “Then why are you shaking?”

  She widened her gaze, locking with his in the mirror and licked her bottom lip. “Because I’m dying to feel you inside me,” she whispered.

  He groaned and his arm moved downward, fingers sliding between her legs to feather across her slit. “You’re wet for me.”

  Diana leaned her head against his shoulder and reached back both hands to grab his ass. It was hard, no give at all. She dug her nails into his skin.

  He slipped a finger into her pussy and swirled it.

  She turned her head to hide her expression as she drew a hissing breath between her teeth. More fluid greeted him, wetting his hand, sliding down her thigh.

  “I’m gonna lick that all up.”

  Once corner of her mouth kicked up as she wrinkled her nose. “Big talk for a man who can’t seem to find his own bed.”

  “I’ll get there. Promise.” But instead of leading her into his room, he reset his feet farther apart, lowering his height, and pushed his cock between her legs. Now she could see him there, sliding through her folds, his big fat head appearing then disappearing, as he stroked forward and back. A crude image that made her nipples harden.

  She couldn’t stand the tingling there and cupped her breasts, playing with the tips. His gaze dropped to watch, and he tucked a finger into the top of her folds to circle her clitoris.

  She jerked because the nubbin was already hard and engorged. The hood had slipped away. His raspy fingertip touched it directly, and she wasn’t sure she could take much more until he raised his finger, wet it with his tongue, and resumed his teasing motions.

  “Troy,” she groaned, arching her back and reaching now to clutch his hair. She pulled as she began to writhe against him, loving the slide of his thick cock, the scrape of his finger. She could come like this, but she wanted more. Wanted him deep. Wanted to be so full and stretched she didn’t remember who she was or the fact this wasn’t something lasting.

  Troy removed his hands then tugged on her hair and pulled back her head. Coming around her, he kissed her hard, then walked her backward, his arms surrounding her, guiding her, until her thighs hit the mattress, and she fell back.

  Then he was on her, not allowing her to scoot deeper onto the mattress. With her legs hanging over the side, she watched breathlessly as he knelt between her legs and set her thighs on his shoulders.

  “Too much,” she said, shielding her pussy with her hand. Too embarrassing. Too intimate. Him there, seeing everything in the lamplight.

  But he ignored her, nipping her fingers until she withdrew them. Then he pulled her labia into his mouth, sucked on them, chewed them gently, getting them wet and engorged. When she was ready to scream, he backed off to blow cool streams of air over her hot flesh.

  Then he parted her folds, tugging them upward to expose her clit. She groaned again and closed her eyes, refusing to watch him because it was so much dirtier to see what he did than simply feel.

  He rubbed his cheeks and chin in her wet folds, the scrape of his beard itchy and exciting. Then he flattened his tongue and licked her up and down, making sure to pay more attention to the tight, hot bud at the top.

  Before long, Diana rocked her head side to side and tapped his back with her heels, while she moaned and shrieked, because he surprised her, licking her, then biting her, stroking his fingers inside her pussy, teasing her asshole. Things she couldn’t prepare herself to accept because he never gave her warning.

  “Bastard,” she gasped when his tongue dipped into her anus. This wasn’t happening, he wasn’t doing that.

  In the next instant, she yelped because he stood and gripped her waist, shoving her toward the center of the bed, then climbing quickly over her.

  When he lay atop her, his weight propped on his elbows, his cock resting on her mound, he smiled down at her. “I love the sounds you make. Do you know you chirp?”

  “That was a squeal.”

  “Sounded like a cricket.”

  “You surprised me.”

  He bent and flicked his tongue against her earlobe. “And what was that other sound. Sounded like a squeaky door.”

  “It was a moan, you idiot, that you interrupted when you…did that thing.”

  “That thing? Do you mean when I tongue-fucked your ass?”

  She clapped her hand over his mouth. “Don’t say that. It never happened.”

  He bit her fingers.

  “Ouch!”

  “Don’t get in the way.”

  And then he was scooting downward, this time hovering over her breasts.

  “They’re small,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

  “You could always gain fifty pounds. There’d be more.”

  “You want me to gain fifty pounds to make my boobs bigger?”

  “No, but if you want them bigger, I’m game. Just more of you to bounce against.”

  She couldn’t help it. She laughed. “You say the most ridiculous things.”

  “I like your tits,” he said, dropping a kiss on one distended nipple then the other.

  “Good to know,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest because he was staring so intently.

  He grabbed her arms and moved them to her sides. “Stop hiding.” He stuck out his tongue and licked around one dark circle. “You’re soft everywhere—but here the most,” he said, giving her another lick. Then he latched onto the tip and drew hard, like he was sucking a milkshake through a straw.

  Her toes curled. More fluid trickled down her channel. “Troy, please.” She gripped his ears and pulled him.

  He slid upward. His cock pushed against her folds, and he paused to reach downward and part them so that he could set his fat head against her opening. When he glanced toward her face, he gave her a tight smile. “Almost there. Think you’re ready?”

  She shook her head. “Do you always talk this much during sex?”

  “I don’t know. I tend to talk when I’m nervous.”

  She canted her head. “You’re nervous about doing this with me?”

  He nodded and gave her another quick smile. “You’re…so fucking sexy. Perfect. Still can’t believe you gave me the time of day, much less access to your pretty cunt.”

  She smacked his shoulder.

  He waggled his eyebrows.

  “I’m older than you.”

  “Are you?” he said, sounding surprised.

  “Thirty-three.”

  “Ancient!”

  She smacked him again.

  “And I’m twenty-eight. So, not a huge difference, babe.”
/>   “Guess it doesn’t matter. It’s just sex.”

  “And for that…” he pushed inside her, coming steadily up her channel, leaving her no chance to catch her breath, no time to get used to his size. He was just there. Deep inside her. His arms around her. His body over her. No escaping his steady gaze or the strength of will evident in his taut features.

  She drew a ragged breath, widened her legs, then lifted her knees, easing them alongside his hips, hugging them, like she wanted to hug him, but couldn’t because her arms were trapped against his chest.

  “This what you do when a girl pisses you off?” she asked.

  “This what you want me to do?” he drawled.

  She paused, thinking about it. He had taken away her fear. He’d overwhelmed her, making it impossible to escape him. There was no deflecting when he was so many inches deep. “Will you always be this…bossy?”

  His mouth curved up on one side. “You said ‘always’. Must mean you want to see me again, huh?”

  “It was a slip of the tongue, and I meant in general…with your other girlfriends.”

  “Liar,” he said, and bent to kiss mouth. “Your pussy’s squeezing me.”

  She laughed. “You’re not going to be polite, are you?”

  “Why should I be? I’m inside you, girl. We’re connected.”

  She shook her head. “It’s just fucking.”

  “Now, I’ll have to spank you.”

  She swallowed.

  His eyes narrowed. “Maybe later, seeing as you like that idea,” he whispered. He pushed up on his arms and bent his head to look between their bodies.

  She followed his gaze, glancing down his hard, ripped body to where they were truly connected. As she watched, he pulled outward, slowly, then slid back inside. Feeling him move and watching it happen heightened the experience.

  Braced on his arms he began to move in earnest, in and out—straight strokes followed by twisting screws—never a pattern she could follow—which frustrated the hell out of her. But she couldn’t deny how aroused he made her, how crazy. When he chugged short strokes, she pulled her own hair. When he swirled his hips like a belly dancer, she gripped his waist trying to anticipate his movements to swirl with him, but he laughed and changed up the rhythm again.

  She was hot, every nerve ending firing. And she knew she could explode in an instant, but that he wasn’t letting her come. “You’re cruel,” she whispered. “Just plain mean.”

  “Now, darlin’, why would you say something like that?” he said, slowing to screw his cock inside her. “Don’t you feel good?”

  A long, thin moan escaped her tight throat. She planted her heels on the mattress and lifted her hips, trying to force him to get serious, to come deeper. But he lifted higher, keeping just a couple inches of his impressive cock inside her.

  “This is torture,” she gasped. “I’m ready. I want to come.” She raked his buttocks with her nails and dug the tips in deep to clutch him.

  He hissed, and his eyes closed for a second. “Tell you what,” he said, “You’re in charge.” He rolled, taking her with him, stopping when she was on top.

  The change left her breathless. She eased down his length and rubbed against him, liking how deep he was. Two more rubs and she’d be there.

  But he was watching. His gaze steady, throwing down a challenge.

  Fuck. She rose, coming off him and knelt beside his hips. She studied him, trying to recapture her breath, her tender flesh swollen and wet, her breasts hard and aching. Fuck him. She was ready to come. And she didn’t want him looking at her, didn’t want to have to think what his narrowing gaze meant, or worry about any wagging brow if she did something that amused him. This was about what she wanted. And right now, she wanted his cock.

  So she lifted one leg and straddled him, facing his feet. She gripped his cock, holding it upright while she lowered herself, taking him inside. This was so much better. A thick, warm dildo for her to use. That it was attached to the most attractive man she’d seen in a quite awhile, well, that didn’t matter. Not one bit. The thickness of his shaft, it’s length. That was all she cared about as she moved faster and faster, her movements getting larger as she rose and dropped, rose and dropped. The friction was delicious. Her body was on fire. She rubbed her breasts, pulled her hair, arched and rubbed and pounded…until she tired. Now was the time. She decision to end it, but he hadn’t moved, hadn’t touched her. She paused, and glanced backward, slowly seeking his face. His hands were beneath his head. His smile was one-sided, his gaze hard.

  Inside her, she felt his dick pulse. She gave it a squeeze of her inner muscles. It pulsed again. “Why won’t you touch me?”

  “I wasn’t sure I was necessary,” he said, his tone cool.

  She frowned and heat flushed her cheeks. “That’s silly. What the hell have I been riding?” Tensing her thighs, she began to move upward, ready to disengage.

  But he gripped her hips and held her down, keeping her sex flush against his.

  She faced forward again. “Neither of us will get what we want this way.”

  “Do you know what you want?”

  She shrugged. “An orgasm would be nice.”

  “Just any old orgasm?” he said, his voice a sexy slide.

  That quickly, he had her panting again. “An orgasm’s an orgasm.” Only she knew that wasn’t true. She wanted something big, something that didn’t leave as soon as it came.

  “Oh, sweetheart, I’ll give you something so much better than that.” He shifted behind her, sitting up and nuzzling the back of her neck. “You weren’t planning on doing much walking tomorrow, were you?”

  Surprise at his nasty tease made her giggle. He patted the mattress beside him. “How about you climb off my dick and lie down here?”

  Diana bit her lip and glanced backward. His head was bent because he was sliding his lips along the top of her shoulder, but his eyebrows were raised. Another challenge.

  Well, she didn’t want to come all by herself. He was right about that. And she wanted to see everything. So why not let him take over. “No more teasing?” she whispered. “I don’t think I can take much more.”

  His mouth curved as he raised his head. “Think I’ll last much longer after watching that ass bounce?”

  She pressed her lips together to prevent a smile, and instead, gave him a glare for his crudeness. Not that it made a dent in his wickedly, delighted expression.

  Diana groaned and awkwardly straightened her thighs to come off him. Then she crawled around to lie beside him.

  Without speaking, Troy moved, patting her inner thighs to encourage her to open them, and kneeling in the space she made.

  Her gaze snagged on the sight of his cock. The latex was stretched thin and did nothing to mask the reddened flesh. Like a wide-bladed dagger it rose straight from his groin.

  “Bring your knees up,” he said, his tone firm.

  Seeing no reason to delay, she moved, sliding her feet up the mattress and letting him guide her with the press of his palms until she was spread wide before him.

  Then he hooked his arms beneath her knees and lifted them, raising her bottom from the bed. “Put me inside you,” he said, waiting as she gripped his shaft and pushed it downward toward her cleft.

  When she had the tip at her entrance, she dropped her hands to the bedding and slowly fisted the coverlet.

  Troy’s gaze fell to her pussy, and in easy pulsing glides, he entered her. Her breaths were slow and measured as he stroked her inner walls. She needed to conserve her strength because she knew this would be another exhilarating rise. But this time, she knew he’d give her what she craved.

  She watched as he controlled both their movements, easing her hips close to his when he stroked forward, pushing them back when he withdrew. Over and over, he stroked in a steady rhythm, and gradually, she noted the changes in his body. His muscles honed, and sweat slicked his chest and belly. His arms bulged, the musculature so impressive she watched fascinated as h
e continued to support the weight of her legs and ass, pushing and pulling them, in steady glides, at first. Then his movements sharpened, shortened, right along with his breath. His face looked carved in stone, hard and gleaming. His gaze was dark and held hers, refusing to release her, as he built the tension spiraling in her core, tightening it like a spring until she couldn’t take any more, and she arched her back so powerfully that only her head remained on the bed.

  And still, he didn’t slow, pounding into her, fucking her harder and faster, the force gusting her breath, shaking loose sobs.

  “Troy!” she cried out.

  “Now,” he gritted out. “Come now, baby. Now!” He said, hammering faster, sending her crashing, screaming toward the ceiling.

  When she opened her eyes, he lay over her, collapsed, his arms still holding her knees. His chest pressed hard against hers with every labored breath. With his face nuzzling the corner of her neck, she couldn’t see his expression, but she felt him smile.

  They lay like that, sweaty, panting, until she began to laugh. He joined in, and together they rolled to their sides, unwilling to disconnect, entwining arms and legs and cradling each other’s bodies.

  Sex with Troy was a revelation. An Olympic sport. Not just the destination. The journey.

  Troy plucked a lock of hair from her sticky cheek and pushed it behind her ear. “You okay, girl?”

  She was beginning to like the way he said that. Girl. Maybe it wasn’t very feminist of her, but she felt…young and new. And completely ravished. “I want to stay another night,” she whispered. “If that’s okay.”

  His warm smile was all the answer she needed.

  Chapter Five

  IF NOT FOR the delicious aches in places she hadn’t felt twinges in forever, she might have dreamed her sexy weekend with Troy. Right now, the person she’d been with him seemed far removed from her ordinary world.

  A sexy wanton who seduced hot young firefighters, she wasn’t. Nope. After a weekend of excess, she’d arrived home late last night and crashed into bed.