Undeniably Theirs (Book Three)

by Ramona Gray

  “I doubt that.”

  “It’s true,” he said.

  “You have the face and body of a god, and you’re trying to tell me you have to charm your way into a lady’s pants? I call bullshit.”

  He laughed. “You’re great for my ego, but you should know that you don’t need to charm your way into my pants.”

  A thought struck her. “What do you mean, if you’re alone?”

  He hesitated briefly. “I meant, if I don’t have a wingman with me.”

  He gave her a wink and crinkled his nose at her in a way that shouldn’t have been cute but was. “I don’t normally hit on woman when I don’t have a wingman waiting to tell you how great I am, but I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”

  She blushed, and another slow smile crossed his face. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are, Red?”

  “I – I’m pretty, not gorgeous.”

  He touched a strand of her hair, rubbing it between his fingers as he studied her face. “Gorgeous. Beautiful green eyes, pale skin and sweet freckles.” His gaze lowered to her mouth. “Perfect, pink mouth.”

  He lowered his head toward hers. She parted her lips in anticipation, before her eyes widened. “Oh, shit.”

  He stopped immediately. “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t have a condom. Do you?”

  He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. She looked away when he flipped it open. She didn’t want to see his driver’s license, didn’t want to know his name. This was about a release and nothing more.

  Besides, the god sitting next to her might be acting like she was his equal, but they both knew it wasn’t true. Women like her didn’t date men like him. He was way out of her league. He’d chosen her because it was a dive bar, and she was the only woman in the place with all of her teeth. He’d never date her, even if she gave him the chance.

  Only you would be sitting next to a total stranger you’re about to have a one-night stand with and be thinking about dating him.

  Her face flushed at the derision in her inner voice. Yeah, only her.

  He held up the condom as he stuffed his wallet back into his pocket. She stared at the package before raising her eyebrows at him. “Magnum sized?”

  His grin widened when her gaze dropped to his crotch. She cleared her throat. “Just wishful thinking on your part or…”

  “Not wishful thinking, Red.”

  Well, shit. Now she definitely needed to see it. Her ex-fiancé, John, was a good size, at least she thought he was. The only other dicks she’d seen were from the porn videos John asked her to watch with him and comparing his dick to porn star dick seemed unfair.

  The stranger’s big hand rested on her leg and she stared up at him. He gave her another grin. “Does it make you more inclined to stop or start?”

  “Start. Definitely start.”

  “Good.” His other hand cupped her face and he kissed her. Like before, he took control of the kiss. She returned his kiss, leaning forward and touching his chest tentatively. One big hand was still rubbing her thigh and she traced her fingers across his broad chest. He shrugged out of his jacket and she ran her hands over the wide span of his shoulders.

  Still kissing her, he slid his arm around her waist and lifted her into his lap. She squeaked in surprise and he said, “Okay?”

  “Yeah, good.” Her voice was husky and low with need. His size, his brute strength and the ease with which he could move her around, was an unexpected turn-on. She supposed it should have made her nervous, but the sudden wetness in her damn panties made it more than obvious that it wasn’t nerves she was feeling in her belly.

  His hand gripped her hip and he kissed her again. Slow, deep kisses that left her feeling drugged with pleasure. She explored his mouth, he tasted like the whiskey he’d been drinking, and he made a low groan when she nipped at his bottom lip.

  He shifted her on his lap and, just like that, she could feel him.

  Feel it.

  The magnum-sized dick.

  She pressed her ass against the hardness and was rewarded with another low groan. He cupped the back of her neck and lifted his head when she kissed the rough stubble on his throat. His other hand slipped under her skirt and rubbed her nylon-clad thigh as she nipped at his throat before licking and kissing her way to his ear. She kissed below his earlobe and this time he moaned, an honest-to-god moan that made her suit feel too tight and her skin too hot.

  She moved restlessly on his lap and his hand tightened on her thigh before he reached for the buttons on her suit jacket. He unbuttoned them and pushed her jacket off her body. She smiled a little when he caught it before it could fall to the ground.

  He draped it across the end of the bed before turning back to her. “Still good?”

  She nodded, and when he didn’t unbutton her shirt, she did it for him. She took it off and he placed it with her jacket. She sat on his lap, telling herself to just take her bra off for fuck’s sake, her hands clenching and unclenching in nervous fists.

  He stared at her tits – god, why did they have to be so small – before leaning forward and pressing a kiss against her collarbone. She shivered all over and arched her back a little. He didn’t take the hint and, instead of cupping her breast, he kissed his way up to her ear. He sucked on her earlobe before breathing, “You’re so damn sexy, Red.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered. She tugged on his shirt. He leaned away and stripped it off, dropping it carelessly on the floor.

  “Holy moly,” she said.

  He laughed, and she flushed a little. “I mean, you look like you know your way around the gym.”

  He laughed again, and she muttered a curse. “Oh my God, I am so bad at this.”

  “You’re not,” he said.

  She licked her lips and studied his chest. His upper chest was covered in a light layer of dark hair that narrowed down into a line below his belly button. After years of being with John who was blond and waxed his chest bare, the sight of the stranger’s dark chest hair was unexpected. She touched the coarse hair, traced her fingers across it and realized that she liked it. Liked it a lot, actually.

  She ran the ball of her thumb over one flat nipple. He groaned, and his pelvis jerked beneath her. She smiled at him before leaning down and sucking on his flat nipple.

  “Christ.” His hand tangled in her hair, tangled and held fast before he pulled her head back. She stared up at him and when he tugged on her hair again and made her straighten, she was surprised at the wave of lust that rolled over her.

  “Take off your bra, Red.”

  With his hand still in her hair, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She slipped it down her arms and dropped it on the bed. His gaze immediately dropped to her tits. She raised her arms to cover her chest, stopping when he shook his head.

  Feeling weird and self-conscious, she said, “They’re small.”

  “They’re perfect.” He cupped her breast in his hand and tugged her head back until she was staring at the ceiling. His hand was warm and rough, and when his thumb rubbed over her nipple, it hardened immediately.

  He made a low sound of approval before kissing and licking her neck. She arched her back when he squeezed her breast gently before plucking at her nipple. His warm wet mouth kissed down her chest and he pressed a kiss between her breasts before he licked around her nipple.

  She cried out, her hands clutching at his head. She tried to guide his mouth to her sensitive tip, groaning in frustration when he ignored her and kissed the soft fullness of her breast. He pinched her nipple and she gasped from the sharp bite of pain, but he immediately sucked it into his mouth. His tongue licked away the sting, and when he sucked hard, it sent pleasure straight to her throbbing core.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Stand up, Red.”

  He slid her off his lap, steadying her on her feet before he stood up. She reached out and palmed the bulge in his jeans. He hissed out a breath and quickly unzipped her
skirt and pulled it down her legs. She stepped out of it and he laid it on the bed with her suit jacket and blouse as she peeled off her nylons and left them on the floor.

  He pulled her against him, his hands cupping her ass and kneading her flesh through her panties. She pressed a kiss against his sternum and unbuckled his belt.

  He caught her hand before she could unbutton his jeans. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the knuckles. “You still sure about this?”

  “Hell, yes,” she said. “Let me see this monster dick of yours.”

  He burst into laughter, and she grinned at him and unbuttoned his jeans. He took a step back and unzipped before motioning to her panties. “Lose those.”

  Feeling a little nervous again, she skimmed her panties down her legs as he dropped his jeans and briefs. He stepped out of them as she stepped out of her panties, very thankful she’d kept up her damn grooming routine even after John dumped her.

  She kicked her panties to the side and, trying not to look too eager, finally looked at the stranger’s crotch. Her mouth dropped open and she couldn’t even hide her gasp of surprise. Holy crap, he had a porn star dick.

  Double crap.

  She took a step back as she raised her gaze to his. He had a smug little grin on his face as he said, “Let me guess…holy moly.”

  “Nope, that deserves a holy fucking hell,” she said.

  He laughed and she took another step back. “Hey, keep your giant dick under control. It almost slapped me in the face when you laughed.”

  “It’s not that big,” he said with another laugh.

  “Oh yeah? How big is it?”

  “I don’t know, I’ve never measured,” he said.

  “Like hell you haven’t.” She stared down at her crotch. “I’m not sure you’ll…fit.”

  “I will.”

  “You might not. I’ve only slept with one guy before you and he didn’t have a porn dick.”

  “I promise you that I’ll fit, Red.”

  “How do you know?” She finally looked up and made a startled sound when she saw how close he was standing to her. “Jesus, you’re so damn quiet.”

  He cupped her face and rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “It’ll fit, Red. I won’t hurt you.”

  “Right,” she said. “But I’m on top.”

  “Whatever you want.”

  She licked her lips and it was his turn to make a startled noise when she wrapped her hand around his hard length. She stroked him tentatively and he closed his eyes and groaned, pumping his hips back and forth as she rubbed harder. She ran her thumb over the wide head, staring at the smear of moisture across her thumb.

  His hips slowed to a stop, and he studied her before cupping her hip. “Okay?”

  “Yes.” She picked up the condom from the bed and handed it to him. “Here, put this on and lie on your back.”

  He took it from her but didn’t move.

  “What’s wrong? Oh God, have you changed your mind?” She asked uncertainly.

  “No, but you’re first.”

  She gave him a bewildered look. “Me first, what?”

  “You’re coming first before we have sex.”

  Her face turned bright red. “Uh, I can, um, climax from sex, so...”

  He grinned at her. “I guess that means you’re coming twice tonight.”

  He lifted her and dropped her on her back onto the bed before lying on his side next to her. He cupped one breast, toying with her nipple as she gave him an uncertain look. “You don’t have to make me come before sex. I don’t need to have an orgasm first.”

  He nuzzled her neck before kissing the tip of her right nipple. His hand wandered over her ribs and down to her navel. He circled it with his finger as he stared at her. “No one needs to have two orgasms, Red, but I’m guessing your pussy will be the tightest little pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking.” His finger dipped lower and traced the patch of red curls at the top of her sex. “Which means I want you nice and wet when you take my cock. I promised I wouldn’t hurt you. and if I’m going to keep that promise, you need to let me make you come all over my fingers before you come all over my cock. Are you good with that?”

  The tip of his finger slid over her wet pussy lips and she moaned and parted her legs. “Yeah, I’m good with that.”

  He kissed her until she was breathless, until she was clinging to him and kissing him back with a sort of recklessness she hadn’t even believed existed in her. His finger was still tracing her pussy lips and she moaned into his mouth. Her clit was throbbing and if he didn’t touch her, she’d lose her damn mind.

  As if he’d read her mind, his finger brushed across her swollen clit. She squealed into his mouth, her short nails digging into his biceps. He nipped her bottom lip. “Spread your legs wider, Red.”

  She did as he asked. and he rubbed her clit with short firm strokes that sent her careening out of control to the very edge of her climax. He stopped just before she could find that bliss, and she smacked him on the back in frustration.

  “No, don’t stop!”

  “Shh,” he said. “I want to find out how tight you are.”

  “I want to come,” she said.

  “No, not yet.”

  She reached between her legs. If he wasn’t going to make her come, she’d damn well take care of it herself.

  She gasped when his hard hand wrapped around both of her wrists and he pulled her arms above her head. He held them down firmly and pushed one heavy thigh between hers. She tried to pull free and his grip tightened. She squirmed helplessly in his grip as he stared down at her with a look of amusement. When she finally gave up and glared at him, he smiled.

  “I said no, Red.”

  Her belly tightened with pleasure and liquid gushed from her pussy. Holy shit, she was not getting turned on by this. She couldn’t be. Being told what to do, being held down in bed, was not her thing.

  “This isn’t my thing,” she told him. “I don’t like being told what to do.”

  “No?” He reached down with his free hand and swiped his fingers across her pussy before showing them to her. “This would suggest otherwise.”

  She groaned in embarrassment. Liquid was dripping down his fingers, a shameful amount of liquid, actually.

  “I – that was from before.”

  He grinned. “I don’t think so.”

  “I don’t like being held down, I don’t like being told…oh my God.”

  His finger had pushed into her and her hips suddenly developed a mind of their own and bucked upward. She took him deep, and he made a low noise of satisfaction before adding a second finger. She widened her thighs, relaxing in his grip as he thrust his fingers back and forth.

  “So damn tight, “he muttered.

  She didn’t pay any attention to him. Her hips were rolling and flexing and she was working hard toward her orgasm. His fingers were thick enough to rub against her inner walls in all the right ways and she bit down on her bottom lip as she thrust harder. God, it felt so good, felt so…

  “No, goddammit!” The shout spilled from her lips when he slipped his fingers out of her pussy. “I hate you!”

  He laughed and nuzzled her breast before licking her nipple. “Baby, I love your hot little temper.”

  She glared at him before trying to kick him with her foot. “I don’t have a temper.”

  “No?” His fingers traced her inner thigh as she struggled against his strong grip.

  “You’d be pissed too if you kept getting your orgasm denied,” she snapped.

  “It’s called edging, baby.”

  “I don’t care what it’s called, make me come right now or I’ll…”

  “You’ll what?” His lazy, sardonic grin both infuriated her and made her hot as fucking fire.

  “Please?” She decided switching her approach was needed. She made her voice low and conciliatory before giving him a pleading look. “Please make me come. I need it.”

  The grin never left his face.
“Let’s see, anger, fake sweetness… what’s next, Red?”

  “My foot in your butt!” She threatened.

  He laughed so hard, the bed shook. “I’m not into ass play, but I appreciate your willingness to go there.”

  “I swear to God, if you don’t make me come right now, I’ll… oh, oh, ohhhh…”

  His fingers were back on her clit, rubbing in firm circles. She closed her eyes, her hips rising and falling, feeling nothing but the sensation of his hand around her wrists, his thigh heavy against hers and his fingers…his delightfully rough, warm fingers… touching her with exactly the right strokes she needed.

  “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she begged repeatedly.

  “Shh, baby, I won’t. Not this time.” He tugged on her clit and then rubbed it again when she squealed with pleasure. “Come all over my fingers. Let me see how pretty you are when you’re coming.”

  She gasped in air, her pelvis pressing upward against him. He rubbed harder and that was all it took. Her body stiffened and she bit her bottom lip as her orgasm washed over her. It was the strongest, hardest climax of her life, and she moaned and shivered and rocked against his hard body as he sucked on her nipple.

  She collapsed against the bed and he licked her nipple before raising his head. His hand was still on her pussy, and he rubbed gently but avoided her sensitive clit. She panted and stared at the ceiling as he sat up. He ripped open the package and slid the condom down over his dick before lying next to her in the middle of the bed. He stroked his own dick a bit lazily as she tried to catch her breath.

  “Holy shit,” she finally whispered. “That was, I mean… there might be something to this edging thing.”

  He laughed. “Baby, that was barely edging.”

  She sat up and he shifted over so she could straddle his hips. “It was really good, thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Ready for your second one?”

  She didn’t reply. She could have an orgasm from sex, but she wouldn’t come again. Not after an intense climax like that one. Besides, she’d never been a multiple orgasm type of girl. One and done seemed to be her body’s motto, and she had accepted that a long time ago.

  She was trying to figure out how to sexily crouch over him, when his big hands cupped her hips. “Ready?”