by Ann Cory
A smile bowed her lips and she opened her thighs.
The sight of her pink pussy and ripe clit sent his body into a spasm. “You’re beautiful,” he groaned.
Nox stared into her eyes. After he tasted her, he wouldn’t want any other man to touch her. It didn’t make sense to be so possessive. This was just a one-time thing. He reminded himself that he’d never see her again.
A frown marred her brows. “Don’t you want me?”
“What?”
“You’re hesitating,” she said with a hint of shy. “Don’t you want to be with me?”
Hell yeah he wanted her, and in a way he’d never wanted anyone before. “You better believe it, sweetheart. I want every delectable inch of you.”
Nox splayed her smooth folds and leaned forward, closing his mouth around her clit. He suckled the tiny bead and felt her thighs tremble alongside his face. Her whispery words were music from her lips.
“Mm. Oh yes, oh yes. Yes. Please,” she begged.
He growled deep in his throat.
Overcome with an almost rabid need, he laved his tongue through her pussy and suckled her clit. Her erotic scent goaded him on and made his cock needy. He meant to take it slow, but he wasn’t sure he could for long.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “You bring the beast out in me.”
She rocked her hips forward and tilted her pelvis. “I like it. Taste me again.”
Nox surged forward, propelled by a mad hunger. He lapped and rolled his tongue around her clit. Inhaled her spiced peaches and cream scent. Splayed her folds and delved his tongue far as it would go. She was all wet and velvety soft. When she arched her back, he pushed deeper. Parted her wide with his lips and fingers.
She rocked against his mouth, her soft cries resonating inside the car.
“More, please more,” she pled.
He pumped his fingers inside her gushing pussy and listened to her sinful moans.
“Come for me. Pour all that sugar on my tongue and come for me,” he coaxed.
“I-I can’t.” Her voice held frustration.
Nox was determined to give her what she wanted. “Yes you can. I’ll make sure of it.”
He pumped his fingers faster and throttled her clit with his mouth and tongue.
Her hands fisted in his hair while she squirmed.
“Yes! Oh Nox, Nox, yes,” she cried.
The sound of his name from her lips sealed the deal.
She cried out his name over and over again while she came, her hips bucking wildly against his face. He didn’t let up until the spasms lessened.
Nox straightened and pulled her in close. He pressed his lips against her neck and strung his hands through her hair. Silk. It reminded him of long silk red ribbons. It almost didn’t seem real.
Mercedes gently broke from his embrace and took hold of his hand.
A wicked smile graced her lips. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before. I don’t know what else to say except…thank you.”
Before he could respond, she wrapped her lips around his fingers and sucked. The gesture caught him off guard. He looked on, watching her beautiful plump lips slide over his fingers. The decadent way her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked.
“Your cream tastes good, doesn’t it,” he asked in a strained voice.
“Mm,” she agreed.
His cock stirred, already painful and eager for release.
“You realize that was a warm-up. I’m not done with you yet, beautiful.”
She smiled and finished licking the cream from between his fingers. With his free hand, he unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall open. Her full breasts mesmerized him—round and perfect.
His hand smoothed along one breast and then the other. The crests of her nipples etched along his palm and seared his skin like lit matches. He wanted this woman. And when they parted later, he’d spend the rest of his life wanting her all to himself.
Chapter Two
Mercedes shuddered under his almost savage glance. A look of ownership and dominance gleamed within his expression. Sinfully sexy. She could stare into his eyes for the rest of her life. And god, the way he made her feel¾like she was the only woman in the world, when she knew that was impossible. A man like him was certain to have his share of lovers somewhere, perhaps everywhere. He might be on his way to one of them now. If he pleasured them the way he pleasured her, they were fools to let him out of their sight.
At this point, she didn’t want to let him go. She’d never had a man bring her pleasure first without any thought to himself. The way he touched her it was as though he’d known her for years. Knew how to bring her to an orgasm with the swipe of his tongue where other men had failed. She felt good around him. Free to give him the reigns and allow him maneuver her in any way he saw fit.
At the same time, she worried she would forget him. Recently, strange blackouts and inopportune memory lapses had left her on lonely lane. Bits and pieces of her life came back to her when she least expected, but names and faces didn’t.
The memory lapses started right after she’d volunteered to go through a series of sensory tests at a clinic for some extra cash. Everything that happened after she walked through the doors remained a blur. Along with the memory lapses, she’d also developed other odd quirks and abilities that she couldn’t explain, and for the most part frightened her.
Without her journal to record her days, she wouldn’t remember much of what she’d done.
She felt desperate to do anything he asked if it meant more time with him, more time in this moment to somehow brand it into her mind forever. So desperate, she was willing to go animalistic on him to make sure he understood how bad she wanted him.
Mercedes met his eyes. He gazed back with a look that sent a violent rush of lust and carnal desire through her. She ripped at his shirt, the top two buttons popping off.
An amused expression covered his face. “What’s the rush, beautiful?”
“I just want to feel you.” She licked her lips. “Every single part of you.”
“And you will. I promise,” he said, his voice a rough caress.
She eyed his muscle-ridged body. “Now,” she begged. And forever, she added to herself.
Moonlight bathed his skin and accentuated the taut ripples of his arms, shoulders and chest. She pressed forward. Flesh against flesh. She loved the size and feel of his hands. Every touch branded her and burned down deep.
He trailed his finger along the slope of her neck and circled her breast.
“I’m going to kiss you here,” he whispered.
Blood drained from her face at the thought. “Yes.”
He cupped her breast and brought it to his mouth. She parted her lips and sighed deeply. God he had the sexiest mouth of any man she’d ever seen. His tongue swirled one nipple and then the other until they were erect raw nubs. He took turns pinching and nipping and she squirmed at the way her pussy tingled. In turn, she ran her hands along the sleek planes of his chest. His skin hot to the touch, so hot she was surprised her fingertips weren’t charred.
She loved how his eyes remained fixed on her. Almost predatory. The green of his eyes deepened and filled with dark lust. He made her weak, as if holding onto him was the only thing she could do. There was no mistaking it. She knew he was the kind of man who always got his way.
Sinking into his muscular frame, she arched her back and presented her breasts for his mouth.
“Please,” she whispered, feverish with need.
He smiled and traced a finger around the crest of her hardened nipple.
His other hand moved between her thighs and thrust three fingers inside her. She trembled from head to toe. At the same time, he leaned forward and took her nipple between his teeth. With each thrust, he nipped a little harder. Her mind and body reeled at the sensations racing through her body. This was her heaven and she could stay here forever. Her nerve-endings were on fire and she was barely aware of her own whimpers of desire.
He withdrew
the tight bead from his mouth. “Can’t get enough, can you sweetheart?”
The question bothered her because the answer did too. No, she couldn’t get enough. Not of him or his dangerous touch.
“Here, let me on the seat and you sit on my lap facing away from me.”
Turned on by his sharp, authoritative voice she did what he said. Their bodies brushed in the small space of the car as they switched positions. She waited for him to sit and then eased back onto his lap, his erection hard against her back. His body was a wall of hard, thick muscles, moist with sweat. He curled his fingers around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
“We’ll take it nice and slow.” The deep, highly erotic timbre of his voice charged her body with heat. The slow burn sent a rush of sensations through her. He was wider and thicker than she’d originally thought. Hotter too. How would she accommodate him?
She sucked in her breath and waited. “Now,” he whispered behind her and pressed his cock inside her pussy.
“Oh, ohh,” she moaned as he pushed further inside. The beautiful friction of each blessed inch as he slid his cock into her made her eyes water. She clawed at the dashboard, uncaring of the nail marks she left along the interior. Mercy his cock was the hardest, thickest thing she’d ever had inside her.
“Stroke your clit,” he whispered into her ear.
Mercedes didn’t dare hesitate. She fondled her clit as though it was her lifeline. At the same time, Nox gripped her hips and thrust in and out, his thickness sliding between her soaked folds.
“Ride my cock, sweetheart. Ride it until you can’t handle any more.”
Beads of sweat formed along her forehead. Eager to get lost in the sensations, she brought herself up and down his cock while rubbing her clit at the same time. Damn if she wasn’t close to another orgasm.
His fiery breath blew against her back sending luscious shivers along her spine.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he repeated, his large cock working her sensitive flesh. “You’ve got a sweet little tight pussy.”
Her body shook. “Mm, hmm.”
The air in the car heated, the steamy interior resembling a sauna.
He pushed up into her each time she slid down, filling her and stretching her. Her pussy clenched his cock, greedy with need.
The knot in her belly slowly started to unravel. “Yes,” she cried. Against the burning in her thighs, she kept going. Riding him hard, moaning into the sweet friction. Manipulating her swollen clit.
At last, the knot broke free.
Her eyes widened. Her pulse thundered.
Fierce shudders racked her body with such force it made her toes curl. She held onto the dashboard for dear life while Nox pumped twice more and climaxed with a roar that rivaled that of a lion.
His legs shook beneath her. Their skin slick and saturated with sweat.
He withdrew his cock and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“I’ve never experienced a ride quite like that,” he murmured, his mouth soft against her shoulder.
Neither had she.
Mercedes rolled the window down for some much-needed air and turned her body toward Nox. He grunted and leaned forward, peppering kisses along her breasts. It stirred her, but in a gentle way.
“You taste good everywhere.”
She smiled, unsure of how to act. This was new for her. It wasn’t just the first time having sex with a stranger, but it was the first time her body felt undeniably satisfied. Sated with a contentment she never believed existed. Nothing had been the same from the moment she laid eyes on this man.
Yet, as the blissful afterglow faded, uncertainty filled her mind.
How could she feel this way with someone she just met? Why did she feel confident in his presence? Her mind and senses sharper.
She hated that soon he’d leave and she’d never see him again, which was why she didn’t want answers to her barrage of questions. The less she knew of him, the better.
Mercedes moved back into the driver’s seat and fixed her clothes.
“I can tell your mind is going a million miles a minute,” he said, zipping his jeans.
She gave him a tentative smile. What was there to say? Words jumbled around in her head and didn’t make much sense. It was one thing to admit to lust, but another to confess she wanted him forever. Then he’d really think her a mad stalker woman.
Little pings of warning bounced around in her mind. Things were too comfortable. Too much like a longtime lover, and not enough like a one-night stand. The more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to feel his hands on her body again. She had to show restraint and keep her thoughts to herself. She had to start distancing herself from him starting now.
Mercedes let out a long exhale. “I guess we should get going,” she said. “It’s getting late.”
“I guess so,” he answered, and turned his face away from her.
She started the car and pulled out onto the desolate highway with her body throbbing and her heart breaking.
They drove for several miles in silence when Nox sat forward and gestured ahead.
“Would you mind pulling into that motel there?” The sound of his voice after so long startled her.
Mercedes hoped nothing was wrong. “No problem.”
She turned up the steep sloped driveway.
“This looks like a good enough place to sleep,” he said with a wave of his hand.
Her gaze drifted to him. He still wouldn’t look at her. Obviously, he’d gotten what he wanted and didn’t require her company anymore.
She drove through the parking lot and stopped in front of the motel office. Her mind scrambled for something to say that would make him stay, but again she drew a blank. “Are you sure you want to sleep here?”
“Yeah. I mean, I didn’t realize how tired I was, but when you mentioned it was getting late my body agreed.”
“Oh, okay, sure.” What else was she supposed to say? The guy had been walking for hours and he was tired. Why was she taking it personally?
“Thanks for the ride, and everything else. I won’t forget you.”
She nodded like a robot. The guy was being polite. He was letting her know that he didn’t really like her without coming off like a complete ass. She couldn’t fault him for that; it lessened the pain.
A little.
He reached for the door handle and then paused, his gaze fixed on the dashboard. “Part of me wants to invite you to stay the night, but I shouldn’t. It isn’t a good time right now for me.”
Mercedes nodded, doing her best to hide her true feelings. “I understand.”
“You’re beautiful.” He faced her and kissed her cheek. “Good night.”
“Night,” she murmured.
Nox opened the door and climbed out. He paused, with his hand on the door. Her pulse drummed. Had he changed his mind? Time seemed to stop. Her breath certainly had. Silently, she pled for him to duck back down and tell her anything but goodbye.
And then he closed the door.
She watched him enter the motel office and talk with the night attendant. He didn’t look back at her. Not once. It was over and she sat there like a pathetic idiot, staring at a man who had clearly moved on.
The torture had gone on long enough. She shifted into drive and followed the parking lot back out to the road. The long, lonely open road. Tears rolled down her face. Did she really think he’d stop his whole life for her? That after a brief tryst a handsome and amazing man would blindly fall in love with her and want a forever kind of thing? This was real life, not fantasy. The whole reason she’d never had one-night stands before was that she didn’t want to feel the way she felt right now. Alone and confused.
Granted, he’d been a gentleman about it. She was certain there’d been pain in his voice when he’d said good night. Or maybe that’s what she wanted to think because it made her feel better.
Mercedes drove on, surprised an hour had passed and she still grieved Nox’s absence. She wondered i
f he would really remember her. A distressing thought crossed her mind and she pulled the car over.
Frantic, she reached under her seat and snatched her journal. With single-minded purpose, she jotted everything down, filling page after page with every detail of him. The way he looked, tasted and smelled, and how it had been the best fuck ever, despite the way it ended. With her track record of lost memories, she didn’t want to forget a single thing about him. She closed the journal and hugged it to her chest.
“I promise I won’t forget you either, Nox,” she whispered, and let new tears fall.
* * * *
Key in hand, Nox unlocked the door to his motel room, and fell back onto the springy bed. With his leg outstretched, he kicked the door shut.
That was close. Too close, he murmured to himself, his heart rate skyrocketing.
He glimpsed the full moon through the dusty window and checked the clock. Midnight wasn’t far off.
Fuck.
Of all the nights to deal with the effects of a full moon, it had to be tonight.
I can control this, he told himself. Maybe if he thought of Mercedes, he’d calm his mind and the change wouldn’t happen.
Mercedes.
He loved her name. He couldn’t get over his instant attraction to her. One look and the sultry red-haired siren had him by the balls. Literally. His mind recalled the sensuous way her lips moved when he savored her cream. The flush of her skin when she soaked him with her climax. He also recalled the anguish in her voice when he suggested the motel and said goodnight. The way he’d left things made him feel like shit, but he had no other option. There were things about him that she couldn’t know. It was better to put distance between them, at least for now. Maybe once he finished what he set out to do, he’d look for her. If he survived.
Nox inhaled deeply and it was as if she was in the room with him. Her scent clung to. Strong and heady. Her cream still lingered on his lips and on his fingers. A taste that made his cock so hard he had to free his erection at once.
He sat up and leaned against the headboard, picturing Mercedes as she straddled him, nipples erect and eager for his mouth to capture. He gripped his cock and tugged hard, his fingers embedded deep into his flesh.
