Going Hard: Boys of Fall

by Cari Quinn

  Little Hollie Bennett wasn’t so little anymore, and the proof of that filled his hands as he gripped her ass to get a better hold on her. She had curves for days. The gorgeous swells in his hands, her hips, the beautiful tits he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on again.

  No interruptions. No more telling himself what was wrong or right.

  It damn sure didn’t get any more right than feeling like this.

  When they finally turned into her bedroom, she was breathless and laughing from his latest fumble. She was impossible to contain, bouncing on his damn cock like a gymnast hopped up on Red Bull. He hit the light switch, then dropped her onto her blessedly big bed and yanked at the zipper of her shorts. Beneath she wore her barely there bikini bottoms, and he made quick work of both before crawling up the mattress to take her mouth again.

  While they kissed, he gripped her inner thigh, dragging her leg up on his. Giving him all the room in the world to play.

  The edge of his thumb skimmed her lower lips and she broke their kiss. Not to say anything or to look away, but to watch as he sank inside her pussy.

  Heat. So much heat. It was like descending into lava, an inch at a time. She closed around him as one finger became two, her body stretching for his invasion then going tighter when he started to move. In and out, in and out, so deep that he had to shift his hips to get some relief.

  She shivered, but she watched his every move and rolled her hips, goading him for more. His thumb teased her clit and he turned his head to study her eyes, to make sure she was right there with him. He’d gotten lost last time, caught up in his own enjoyment. Touching her had been like breaking a fast, and he’d forgotten some of the basic steps. Long out of practice, he’d tripped up big time.

  This time, he wouldn’t.

  “Mojado,” he said against her ear, pushing his fingers deeper until they could go no further. Then he flexed them, moving against that spot inside her that made her shudders intensify.

  “What…” She paused and took a breath, tipping back her head until their eyes met. “What does that mean?”

  “Wet. All this, for me.” He pulled his fingers out, achingly slowly, and she gasped. He pressed them against her quivering lower belly and they gleamed wetly, damp up to his knuckles with her excitement.

  Leaning down, leaving his fingers against her skin, he licked between them, tasting her arousal and her sweetly fragranted skin. She still smelled of the beach and summer and her pussy was right there, so close he couldn’t resist.

  He turned his head and nuzzled the small patch of wispy curls. With two fingers, he held her open and feasted.

  From what seemed like far away, he heard her cry out. He wanted to listen, to note every one of her cries. But she was so swollen and soaked and he couldn’t get enough. Her clit pulsed against his tongue as he took his first long lick, going all the way down to her quivering entrance then right back up to that needy bud. A raze of his teeth and her hips jerked off the bed, but she still didn’t touch him.

  That wasn’t Hollie. Was she afraid to, that he wouldn’t like it? That he might stop if she indicated she was having a good time?

  If so, he was a freaking bastard to have ever made her feel that way. She was so open and uninhibited. Any man with her should help her celebrate that fact, not ever doubt her sexuality.

  “Touch me,” he growled, nipping her clit.

  She hesitated. He felt it, because even her hips retreated slightly. Just enough to let him know she was uncertain.

  He’d have to take the lead. Fuck, he wanted to.

  “Put your hands on me,” he commanded. “Grip my shoulders, pull my fucking hair. Dig your nails into my skin. If you don’t, I’ll think you’re not liking this and I’ll stop.” He tugged lightly on one of the downy curls between her legs and met her gaze. “Or maybe I’ll just turn you over on your belly and spank your tight little ass. How about that?”

  “Is there an option for both?” she whispered, making him cut off an oath.

  Fuck, he hadn’t meant to go there, but as always, when they were naked, things got out of hand. But her eyes were so big and blue, and she was quaking underneath him.

  She wasn’t faking her interest this time. She was all in.

  Well, so was he.

  “Maybe we should start there. Get rid of that chill you had outside.” He moved back so quickly she had no time to prepare, then rolled her onto her belly. She still wore his shirt and it rode up high, exposing her pale ass.

  Part of him recoiled at what he was going to do. She was so sweet and pure, and deep down, all along he’d wanted nothing more than to dirty her up.

  She glanced over her shoulder and huffed a hank of blond hair out of her eyes. “Your move, ace.”

  She was challenging him again. Just as she always did. And she knew what she wanted, just as he did.

  He wasn’t fully conscious of lifting his hand to her ass. Of bringing it down again and again until her taut cheeks were pink. Not red. He didn’t go that far. Even doing this felt like crashing through boundaries he’d held fast for years. She might be experimenting, wanting to try new things, but he was unseating buried needs he’d shoved down for so long he’d almost forgotten they were there.

  Until Hollie was on her belly before him with her pink pussy dripping, begging for more.

  Now he couldn’t forget. All he could do was fall to his knees and suck on that damp slit, pulling her lips between his teeth and sliding his tongue between them to where her clit throbbed. He sealed his lips around her clit and tugged, scarcely aware of the thin cry that pierced the haze in his mind. He was too busy swallowing her down, hungry for every drop that was pulsing out over his tongue as her hips heaved and her flesh quivered.

  He rose and undid his belt, tossing it aside. He was about to go for his wallet when he remembered he’d very deliberately not brought condoms with him, because he was trying like hell for this not to go…here.

  With Hollie satisfied and panting after an orgasm? Yeah, pal. The shame you should feel.

  “Don’t stop now. Please. That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. I didn’t even know I could feel like that.” She turned onto her back and rolled up his shirt, baring her breasts and spreading her legs. “I want you. God, I’ve wanted you forever.”

  He swallowed hard. The insides of her thighs were sticky and gleaming, and her pussy was so red. Her nipples were equally red points. She wanted him.

  Finally. Maybe almost as much as he wanted her.

  “Forever?” he grated.

  He couldn’t say anything else. Definitely couldn’t tell her how his cock was twitching to get inside her, or that the sight of her spread out like that for him, her cheeks flushed and her body yearning, would be one he’d carry for the rest of his life.

  Absolutely couldn’t tell her that she’d been his first real teenage crush, back when she’d been way too young and he was old enough to know better.

  “I’m not stopping. I just don’t have any condoms.” Admitting that felt like defeat somehow.

  He was no stud like Colt Bennett, who probably had a strip he unfurled out of his wallet every time he was ready for action.

  “Oh, is that all?” She tugged off the T-shirt and sent it flying then scooted over to the nightstand to dig through the top drawer. Notebooks and pens went flying over her shoulders as she searched. “Where the hell are they?”

  He laughed. He had to. She was so Hollie, and there was no one else on the planet like her.

  Steeling himself, he walked up behind her and cupped her breasts. As expected, she stopped her frantic search.

  “I can just come on your belly,” he said against her ear. “It’s not fail safe.”

  “It’s a risk. You hate those.” But there was no mistaking how she’d started trembling the instant his hands touched her body.

  Her reaction was intoxicating. Just like the scent of her hair, and the way she leaned back against him while simultaneously pressing her breasts
into his palms.

  “I have to have you. I can’t wait any more, Hollie. Not another day, not another hour.”

  She shut her eyes. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words from you?”

  “No.” He truly didn’t. “I thought you weren’t interested in me.”

  “Oh, you giant idiot.” She turned and shoved him on the bed, then straddled his hips and raked her nails over his stomach. “I used to dream about you. Like straight up wet dreams where you’d—” She blushed and it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. “Well, even my dreams weren’t as good as what just happened here.”

  “Belleza, you should have told me.”

  She snorted. “Right. You would’ve told me I had no clue what I wanted.” She gripped his cock and gave him a long, slow stroke. “I knew. But God, it was so much bigger than I ever expected.”

  He let out a strangled groan. “Saying that while you hold my dick just checked off a few dozen of my fantasies too.”

  “Oh, I meant the orgasm I just had was bigger, not your penis. But believe me, I have no complaints there either.” Showing off her contortionist skills, she wiggled backward down his legs and bent to suck on the very tip of his erection. “Do you want me to coo how I don’t think it’s going to fit?” she teased in between sucks, leaving a trail of wetness behind to get him nice and messy. “How I’m so tight and tiny and you’re so huge and strong, and you’ll just split me in two?”

  “It already fit. And it’s going to fit again in about two seconds, unless you want me painting your throat again.”

  She eased back and slid her hand up and down the length of him. “Let me just find those condoms.”

  Before he could mention the whole jerking off on her stomach thing again, she climbed off him and went back to rooting through her drawer. After a minute, she held out a box and turned her head to read something on the side. “Still good. Thank God. I feel like purple.”

  Before he could question that, she was pulling out a packet and tearing it open with her teeth. He couldn’t really say he minded that she slicked virulent purple latex over his dick, because hell, it was a condom. If it had been covered with daisies, he wouldn’t have cared.

  She wasted no time in climbing astride him again. “I like to imagine me being on top.” She ran her hands up her torso to her breasts and his cock bobbed against her inner thigh. Even through the latex he could feel the steam coming off her pussy. “Being confident enough to reach down and do this,” she said, grabbing hold of him and guiding his dick to her slit. “To just slide on down and take…ahh, fuck…take what I need.”

  He groaned, his hips lifting of their own accord. Remaining still and letting her do what she wanted took all his control and then some.

  But the brightness in her eyes, the way her hand shook as she brought him inside—so worth it.

  “Cup your breasts and ride me. You took the reins, now use them,” he said, voice low, his hands curling into the sheets to keep from forcing her down harder on his cock.

  Her show, her way. For now.

  Nodding, she swallowed hard and closed her hands around her tits, squeezing until her hard nipples poked through between her fingers. She dropped her head back and inched farther down on him, waiting a moment to get acclimated. Her mouth fell open a little as he gave in to the urge to bury himself just that much more, and fuck, if that wasn’t gratifying.

  She might’ve had issues with his performance the first time they’d made love, but tonight, they would blow that evening right out of the water.

  “Ride me,” he said again. “You know what to do. Don’t stop now.”

  “No. I won’t stop.” Fiercely, she held his gaze as she squeezed her tits again and rocked her hips. She eased him out and in again, so deeply that they both groaned. “You feel…”

  “Yes.” There weren’t words. Nothing but how good they were together and how right this was.

  She sped up, clasping him in between her retreats. Sinking in to her as her walls fluttered and clamped around him was indescrible. Her hands worked her gorgeous breasts while she worked him with her pussy, using him exactly as she needed to in order to get off.

  Bathing him in her pleasure, making him drown in it every time he looked into her beautiful eyes.

  He knew before she did she was going to come. This time, he was paying attention, holding back his own thrusts so she could take, take, and take some more. But the first time she rippled around him, he stopped fighting his urges and dug his nails into her hip, slamming up into her so hard that her mouth fell open on a fractured moan.

  “You better soak my dick, baby. Or else I’ll spank you again, and make you wait to come.”

  Her eyes flew open and her pussy clenched, halting him mid-thrust. All he could was hold on as her hips went wild, driving him into the bed as she wrung out every moment of her climax.

  The second she slumped against him, he reversed their positions, holding her down against the mattress. “I have to,” he said against her neck, half in plea, half in apology. “Gotta see myself moving between these. My hand marks are on your skin.” He gripped her still pink cheeks, rubbing and squeezing.

  She whimpered and he stilled. “Are you okay?”

  “Oh Rafael.” She turned her cheek against the bed and gave him a slow smile. Her damp hair clung to her rosy cheeks. “I couldn’t be any better. Unless you fucked me like you just said you were going to. Then I’d be the absolute…” She sighed. “Best.”

  “Jesus, Hol.” He snapped back his hips and plunged inside her, and her cry nearly stopped his heart. Only when she squeezed him tight inside did he realize she wasn’t hurt. He hadn’t hurt her.

  She liked this, just like he did.

  “Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade.

  She lifted her head, clearly about to ask what he meant, but he couldn’t. Not now. Talking was for later.

  Now, he needed to bury himself inside her.

  He jerked out and drove home again, his stroke smoother the second time. She clawed at the sheets when he repeated the move, then closed his hand around the back of her neck and hauled her up on her knees. He needed a better angle. Had to go deeper. He leaned down and bit the side of her neck and she spasmed around him. Aftershocks, maybe. But then she grew even wetter and hotter and bent her head between her supporting arms, and he realized she’d come again.

  Three times. He’d made her come three times.

  “Fuck, belleza.” He rammed into her again, unable to check his strength. She went down to her belly on the mattress again, her knees not able to keep her up, and he couldn’t slow himself down enough to correct her position. He just kept fucking her, his fingers branding her skin, his teeth grazing whatever flesh he could reach.

  “God, come.” She reached back and dragged her nails down his side. “Come.”

  His balls tightened and he tried to warn her. To reel back his aggression. But he couldn’t stop from fisting his hand in her hair and dragging her off the bed to bite down on her shoulder as he jerked and exploded inside her.

  Fucking into her again and again was all he could do. He wasn’t able to stop. She panted and moaned as he slid his arm up between her breasts to anchor her to him, and all he could do was thrust into her slick, willing body again and again while he drained himself.

  Together, they collapsed on the bed. He couldn’t even pull out. Every bit of his energy had been expended in her sweet pussy.

  She fumbled out her hand and wriggled her fingers. Belatedly, he realized she was asking for his hand.

  He gave it to her, and she pulled his arm into her chest.

  “Just a lil catnap, then want more of that. So much more. Don’t wanna walk tomorrow.” She yawned. “Fucked brainless.”

  He frowned. She couldn’t want to sleep this way. He was half on top of her, half on the mattress.

  A moment later, she was snoring.

  Exhausted, he pressed his face i
nto her hair.

  Not a dud this time, Rafael Martinez.

  10

  Hollie woke with her face smushed into an unfamiliar shoulder. Oh, and said shoulder was attached to a lovely broad back. However that particular package of delicious was currently cramming her into the wall. One would think that a queen bed would be sufficient.

  Evidently not.

  She tried to move, but he’d effectively pinned her to the wall by his leg over hers. Otherwise he just spread himself across the bed. All up in her dance space. Then again, she’d rather enjoyed his brand of crowding the night before. She’d never had someone pull her hair before. She tried to twist under his arm, but he grunted and tried to encroach on the last inch she had available.

  Not exactly the morning after she was going for.

  She elbowed him.

  “Not yet. Sleep.” His voice buzzed from his chest. Low and sultry.

  Goose bumps flooded her arms, but dude she wasn’t down with the orders this early in the morning. Couldn’t he wake her up with a little tongue action like the books she’d read?

  Sure they were mostly fantasies, but he was particularly good with his mouth. She wouldn’t have minded that as her morning wake up call. “Who said I wanted anything? Except to breathe maybe.”

  A bloodshot dark eyeball fluttered open. Rafe’s signature scowl already creeping in. Suddenly he rolled away from her. Not just giving her space, but actually on his way off the edge. She sat up and pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts.

  His eyes bounced down to her breasts, then back up to her face. Wasn’t this the part where he tried to get back under the covers with her?

  Rafe swiped his hair out of his eyes and swung his feet off the end of her bed. She got another glimpse of his truly spectacular shoulders and trim waist. There was a flash of his white butt before he swiped his shorts back up and over his hips.

  She flipped her mangled top sheet around her toga-style and inched into the center of her bed. “Where are you going?”