Trust The Devil (The Devil's Riders Book 3)

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by Joanna Blake


  "Pheonyx! Sweet lord!"

  Her walls undulated against me as she started to come again. I wrapped her thighs around me and went to town. I lost all control, not going slow and soft like I'd planned.

  Hell no. I was riding hell for leather.

  Pheonyx was saying my name over and over again, heavily interspersed with the words 'yes' and 'oh yes' and 'oh yes harder please.'

  She and I were of a like mind in that regard. I pounded into her the last few strokes, unable to help myself. She screamed like a wild thing as she came, her body trapping me in a tight grip. I shook like a hurricane as my balls pumped load after load into the condom.

  I hated that condom in that moment. Every cell in my body wanted to be inside her, skin to skin. Every instinct I had told me to make a baby with this beautiful woman.

  To tie her down.

  To keep her.

  For life.

  "Christ woman! Ahhhhh!"

  I spent myself and bent forward, curving my back over her quivering flesh. She was still coming so I stayed put, still hard, not letting her finish. I nipped her neck and used my finger to strum her slit for a few minutes. She screamed again, thrashing beneath me.

  I groaned as she milked my cock for everything I had. I felt like I could come again. Just like that.

  Pheonyx Delancey had made me hard again.

  Pheonyx

  "Come on babygirl, let's hose you down."

  I giggled as Clint carried me into the bathroom. I'd had it done up all girly before I even moved in. A girl needed her glamor space after all.

  Now, I was even happier that I'd done it.

  The huge walk-in shower had room for two. It even had a bench. I wondered what kind of trouble we could get up to in there…

  Then there was the tub. The huge soaking tub might be tight for the two of us, but I was sure we could make do.

  Clint lowered me gently to the ground. He turned on the shower with one hand, using the other to hold me against him. He checked the temperature and grinned at me, guiding me under the warm water.

  I stood in his arms as the warm water washed over us. He murmured to me, asking if I wanted it hotter or cooler, adjusting the temp, kissing me.

  All I wanted to do was touch him. The hard planes of his stomach, his muscular arms, his chest. I kissed the skin there shyly and he chuckled. He was pleased with me, I could tell.

  That had never mattered to me before, with anyone. I'd grown up doing whatever struck my fancy, whenever the urge struck. I'd never thought of myself as spoiled, but maybe I had been a little bit coddled.

  More than a little bit.

  After my daddy died, it seemed like everyone wanted to bend over backwards to help me. My cousins were there to take me riding and on wild adventures. My mama prided herself on always having fresh baked goodies and homemade lemonade at the ready. I'd never so much as warmed up a bowl of soup until I moved out on my own.

  Pleasing someone else had never been a top priority.

  But I wanted to please Clint.

  I sighed as he lathered up his hands and ran them over my body. I leaned against him as he washed my breasts, stopping to play with the nipples. I felt his hardness against me as he washed my back and sides. Then he slid his hands over my ass.

  I giggled as he knelt and sat me down on the bench, washing each leg, all the way down to my toes. He kissed my foot and worked his way back up my leg, biting my inner thigh.

  "Clint… come closer…"

  He stepped back, wagging his finger at me.

  "Uh uh honey. You are going to be sore enough."

  "Let me kiss you then."

  He stared at me, his breath suddenly uneven.

  "I think that's advanced level stuff, Phee."

  "You don't think I can do it?"

  "No darlin'. I think it's going to make me lose control. I told you, I don't want to hurt you. You have to ride tomorrow, remember?"

  I chewed my lip and ran my fingers up his thighs.

  "Come here. Let me try. We don't have to do anything else."

  He hissed as I pulled his hips towards me. He stood there while I sat on the bench, staring up into his eyes. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed gently.

  "What do I do?"

  "You can- Christ woman! You can lick it."

  He grunted as I swirled my tongue over his tip. He tasted clean and salty. I felt him pulse in my hands.

  "Like that?"

  "Uh huh…"

  He sounded out of breath as I worked my tongue over his shaft for a while, tasting every inch of him. I leaned down and licked his sack too.

  "Unnfff…"

  He made a sexy sound and tried to push me away.

  "Alright honey, that's enough. You already gave me blue balls. I don't think you're ready to finish the job."

  I held him in place, not letting go of his shaft.

  "So you like this?"

  I licked his sack again and he shuddered. The big man in front of me actually shuddered. He was struggling to control himself, I realized.

  Because he didn't want to hurt me.

  A warm feeling washed over me. I wanted him to feel good too. I looked him straight in the eye.

  "What do I do next?"

  "Oh lord, I am going to regret this." He exhaled shakily. "You can suck on it, and pull it into your mouth. Just Phee?"

  My lips were already on his tip, eager to get started.

  "Mind your teeth."

  I hummed 'yes' against him and he moaned. I could see he liked it so I did it again. And again. His head was bowed, his eyes glued to my lips. He watched helplessly as I pulled him into my mouth.

  Then I understood.

  It was like what he'd done to me. He'd simulated sex, though it had felt different. Hotter and wetter. Not better, but equally amazing. I smiled around his cock and started to move my head up and down, pressing up against the underside of his cock with my tongue.

  "Sweet Jesus!"

  It wasn't long before his hands were in my hair, guiding me as he rocked his hips forward. I let my jaw relax and took him in as far as I could, making love to him with my mouth. I used all the passion he'd shown me.

  His voice was raw when he spoke a few minutes later.

  "Phee- I'm going to- Christ! I'm going to come."

  He moaned, losing his tempo. I tasted salt in my mouth and knew he was close. Very, very close.

  "I can pull out or you can-"

  "Hmmmfff!"

  "Or you can take it- oh lord- in your mouth."

  "Hmmmmfff…"

  I made an agreeable sound, letting him know I wanted him to come in my mouth.

  "Okay Phee. You don't have to swallow it. You can- hmmfff oh Christ I'm coming-"

  He froze, his hands gripping my head. Then he jerked and hot jets of salty fluid filled my mouth. I kept sucking, swallowing him down as quickly as he came. I pressed my tongue against his tip and he groaned, mumbling incoherently.

  His hands relaxed and he slumped against the wall. I took my time licking him clean while he shook. I kissed his balls and smiled up at him.

  He looked awestruck. I'd never seen him look anything but serious. But I could tell I'd impressed him.

  "Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

  I shook my head, smiling.

  "You're the first. Did I do alright?"

  He looked at me and shook his head.

  "Babygirl, you're a natural."

  Clint

  I called out tricks and Pheonyx performed them flawlessly. We ran each trick in her routine at least ten times, going from the easiest to the hardest. Then we ran the whole routine front to back another dozen times. Just to be sure.

  I clapped as she walked out of the ring at noon.

  "Well done."

  She blushed shyly and ducked her head. It was cute that she was being bashful after she'd sucked the chrome off my cock less than twelve hours ago.

  I stepped closer, loving this side o
f her.

  Hell, all her sides were adorable. Even the feisty ones.

  "How do you feel?" I asked, my voice low and husky. She did things to me, getting me riled up without even trying. She shrugged and looked up at me. The breath caught in my throat at the hot, hungry look in her eyes.

  Holy hell.

  I could tell she was feeling amorous. I'd been pleasantly warm before. All of a sudden, I was hot and bothered.

  I swallowed nervously, realizing I had created a monster. With her looking at me like that, my noble decision to wait until she'd ridden tomorrow to have her again was going to be much, much harder.

  Damn near impossible.

  "Well, damn! You look good enough to eat. Maybe, I'll just take a little nibble…"

  I couldn't seem to keep my hands off her. I lifted her fingers to my lips, nipping them softly. She opened her mouth, watching me hungrily. I felt my cock lurch in response.

  "Phe- we have to be on the road in a half an hour. And tonight you have to rest."

  She looked disappointed. Hell, she couldn't be half as disappointed as I felt! I chucked her chin.

  "Trust me, that's not what I want either. But I need you safe and alert out there, you hear?"

  She nodded, stealing a look up at me. Maybe we could have a little quality time before her bedtime. Our hotel rooms were right next to each other, after all. I frowned. That didn't sit right.

  She should be in my room, in my bed.

  Every damn night, if I had anything to say about it.

  I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep my hands off her all night. It was a damn near impossibility. There was no point in fighting the inevitable now, was there?

  I stepped closer and lowered my voice, not letting on that I was being selfish.

  "Maybe we could spend a little time together tonight… or even share a room. But only if you promise to get some rest."

  "Share a room? You mean…"

  I nodded.

  "We can have a little playtime. As long as you go right to sleep when I say so. You have a curfew on competition nights young lady."

  She gave me a dazzling smile and my heart leapt in my chest. My cock jumped up and did a little dance, too. I knew I had to be gentle with her but maybe if we got lucky, and didn't hit any traffic, we could have a nice long afternoon and evening in bed together… I decided that room service and a little foolin' around wasn't going to hurt anyone.

  As long as she was snuggled up in bed by ten.

  With me.

  I had an idea that would get us both through the long ride. Another lesson for my sweet, little, recently plucked woman. I grinned, squeezing her hand.

  "You sure you aren't sore, sweetheart?"

  She nodded again, clearly having no idea what I had in mind.

  "Come on."

  The stables were deserted thankfully, so no one noticed me pull her into the tack room and shut the door. There was a lock on this particular door, which is why I'd chosen this spot. Plus, it was one of the few rooms that had someplace to sit that wasn't prickly hay.

  I didn't want my lady to be uncomfortable while I fucked her senseless.

  I shoved a chair up under the knob for good measure.

  Then I looked at her.

  Pheonyx was staring at me with unconcealed hunger. Damn. I had a good idea that I looked just like her too. It was impossible to hide the way I felt about her. I don't know why I'd ever bothered to try.

  I realized that anyone who saw us together would catch on right quick too.

  I better make it official then.

  And soon.

  I walked towards her and lifted her right up into my arms. Her feet dangled and I carried her to the wall. I pressed her up against it.

  And pounced.

  My teeth grazed that soft lower lip that had been driving me nuts all day. For weeks really. Hell, I think I wanted to bite that lip the first time I'd seen a photo of the girl.

  She groaned and arched her back. I cursed as her chest pressed into mine. I wanted all of her clothes off, dammit. I wanted to see every inch of her, and touch and taste her too.

  But there wasn't enough time.

  We kissed frantically as I got our shirts just open enough so we were skin to skin. I pulled her bra up and her perfect breasts bounced free. I couldn't resist kissing those lovely tits of hers as I prepared for what was next, unbuckling my pants, and hers.

  The main event, with just a little bit of preparation.

  Me and my girl were about to have ourselves a quickie.

  Pheonyx

  I stared at the rough wooden wall, gripping the edge of a horse blanket with all my might. I was making little mewling sounds like a kitten. It wasn't dignified but I couldn't help myself.

  I was beyond all help.

  And all redemption.

  Behind me, Clint was kneeling on the floor of the tack room with his head buried between my thighs. He'd explained that to properly have a quickie, you couldn't actually remove any clothes. Shoes had to stay on, so skirts were preferable.

  But in this case I was wearing jeans. He was grinning when he told me that meant I was going to have to bend over.

  I felt oddly exposed, with my shirt open and my jeans and panties around my knees. Clint stood behind me, his hand on my bare ass and his tongue dancing over my tender pussy lips.

  I was a little sore, but I hadn't wanted to tell him that. I knew he wouldn't give me what I was after if I did.

  I wanted another lesson in lovemaking.

  I wanted him.

  Why the hell had I waited so long to try being with a man? It was way more fun than I'd anticipated, whenever I'd wondered about the opposite sex. But I knew the answer before I even finished the thought.

  I'd been waiting for him.

  Clint's tongue danced all over my outer lips, teasing me until I was rocking back against him. He chuckled and reached forward to strum my clit like a banjo. I moaned loudly, getting close to coming.

  Then he pushed his tongue inside me.

  I screamed into my hand, trying to muffle the sound as I came. He didn't ease up for a second, pushing his tongue in and out of me like a cock. I was still shaking when I felt him stand up behind me.

  He rustled with the condom for a hot minute and then his hard cock was pushing against me. We both groaned as he slowly pushed his way inside. He cursed, his hands clenching where they held my hips.

  "Sweet mother of Christ!"

  Clint was holding perfectly still, letting my body adjust. I could sense him fighting for control. The faint soreness I'd felt all morning was gone.

  I wanted to move.

  I wanted him to take me.

  Hard.

  I squeezed down on him instinctively and he cursed again, driving the rest of the way into my body. I realized I could control my muscles down there and started to match his pace. Every time he pushed inside me, I clenched down on him.

  "Oh Christ Phee- oh darlin'-"

  He stopped talking and started grunting instead. For a while the only sounds in the stables were our heavy breathing and his guttural sounds of pleasure. I was getting close again when he reached down and started playing with my clit.

  His other hand clamped over my mouth as he fucked me right through the biggest orgasm of my life. Something about the way he filled me from behind- and my extreme sensitivity- it was too much.

  I was slumped over, my cheek against the blankets as he fucked me. He was murmuring nonesensical words of encouragement but I barely heard him. My pussy was still convulsing. My knees were weak.

  "That's it darlin'- yes- oh lord- you feel so damn good babygirl-"

  His hands held me in place as he started to go faster and harder. I felt him expanding inside me and knew he was close. His hands got busy again and I realized that even though I was still coming- he wanted to make me come again.

  He wanted me to come with him.

  I screamed again. This time there was nothing to muffle the sound. He cursed and
froze, then started bucking wildly as his cock pulsed hot and heavy inside me.

  It seemed to go on forever.

  I was still shivering when he pulled out and bent down to give my hip a tender kiss. I moaned as he slipped his finger inside me.

  "Are you still coming sweetheart?"

  It was too much pleasure. I couldn't have formed a coherent word, let alone a coherent sentence. I moaned, sounding like a wild animal.

  He laughed and fiddled around behind me. I realized he was getting dressed. But then he was back, sitting and pulling me into his lap, with my back against his chest.

  "I'm not done with you quite yet."

  He pushed my jeans down even further so they were around my ankle. Now he could spread my knees wide. He started playing with me- stroking my pussy with one hand while he toyed with my nipples with the other. I was begging for release again after just a few minutes.

  It seemed I could talk after all. I couldn't quite believe I still had another orgasm in me. I could feel it- I was so close I could reach out and grab it.

  But I needed his help.

  "Please Clint- Oh please-"

  He clucked his tongue.

  "I like you like this. All soft and womanly." He bit my neck, his breath fanning my ear. "I can see this is the best way for me to win arguments going forward."

  I felt him shift his package. He was hard again. I wanted him inside me again. I whimpered, rubbing my backside against him.

  "It's too bad we don't have time for a double. Sort of defeats the purpose of a quickie now, doesn't it?"

  I was panting as I agreed, having no idea what I was saying. I just wanted his hands to work a little faster. To stop teasing and take me over the edge.

  He chuckled knowingly and kissed my neck, playing with both my nipples now. I told him to put his hand back where it belonged and he bit my earlobe.

  "Don't tell me what to do babygirl. Now I'm going to make you wait just a litttttle while longer…"

  I whimpered as he toyed with my breasts, my hips rocking against his thigh. Minutes ticked by as he teased me until I started promising him all kinds of things.

  He asked me if he could pick out my panties every day and I said yes.

 

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