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Bucking Hard

Page 7

by Darah Lace


  Teeth clenched. “I haven’t had a woman in my bed since you got home from school.”

  She snorted. “Wow, two whole weeks, that must be a new rec—”

  His lips slanted over hers and the wet blade of his tongue sliced between them to circle her mouth. Heat swirled in her belly and zinged in all directions. Her pussy clenched and moisture flooded her panties.

  His hands dropped to her ass and lifted her onto the rock, then grabbed the back of her knees and spread her thighs wide. He wedged his hips between them. It must not have been enough for him—it wasn’t for her—because he grabbed her ass again and hauled her closer. The thick length of his cock rubbed her clit through their jeans. A jolt of fire shot down her thighs, ripping a cry from her and breaking the kiss.

  He didn’t let up but moved his lips along her jaw and down her throat. “I want to take you home right now and pick up where we left off.”

  She bit her lip to keep from begging him to do just that. But it wouldn’t lead anywhere. At least not where she wanted. Yet she couldn’t stop him now as his tongue teased the swell of her breast and a shiver of need shimmied its way to her cunt.

  Bending her over his arm, he yanked the other side of her tank top and bra down. Lace grazed her nipple and she hissed through her teeth. His mouth covered the taut bud. No more teasing, just full-on, hard sucking.

  “Oh god, Mason.” Bradi clutched a handful of hair on each side of his head and hooked her legs around his thighs. She bucked against his groin. He reciprocated with a groan and the sting of his teeth that sent a thread of pleasure from her breast to her clit. “Yes.”

  He wrenched her belt buckle loose and popped the button fly of her jeans with one tug. Then his fingers were sliding under the top of her panties. They stilled at the edge of her damp curls, the middle finger circling the upper crease of her folds.

  She lifted her hips, trying to wriggle closer to the taunting digit. She would not beg.

  He released her nipple and slowly made his way across the valley between her breasts toward the other needy peak.

  “I want to spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s as pink as your shirt, until you’re trembling and begging me to fuck you.” His finger dipped lower, skirting her clit and delving into her slit. “I want to fill you so full of my cock that you sink those teeth into me and come.” He probed deeper, pumping once, twice. “Ah, yeah, feel all that cream. You want to come, don’t you, baby?”

  Yes. No. It wouldn’t change things. He wanted her. Now, today. He might even want her tomorrow. But he still wouldn’t love her. She tossed her head from side to side, but a second finger joined the first and together they curled upward to find her G-spot. “Yes.”

  “Hang on.” Without removing his fingers, he lowered her to the cool slab, grasped her belt and ripped it from around her waist. The belt snapped, causing her to shudder in anticipation. But he smiled and raised the leather to her lips. “Maybe next time. Now bite.”

  Trying not to think about the fact there would be no next time or that after one night he was aware of her needs before she voiced them, she accepted the leather between her teeth and bit down hard. He smothered her breast with his mouth and sucked her deep. His thumb massaged her throbbing clit and his fingers stroked the sensitive nerves deep inside her cunt.

  The orgasm hit in thundering beats of hot pleasure then hummed from her core, crackling along every nerve in her body. Her muscles contracted around his fingers. Her head rolled back on her shoulders and a muffled moan escaped around the belt.

  He waited until the tremors slowed but hadn’t quite stopped to release her nipple. “Damn, I need you, Bradi.”

  Beyond the roar in her ears, she heard the question in his statement. “Yes.”

  His fingers slipped from her pussy to grip the waistband of her jeans. He stepped back and jerked the denim, along with her silk underwear, to her ankles. Her boots flew over his shoulder, one by one, and her jeans followed. His fingers fumbled at his belt and zipper, then reached for his back pocket.

  Still hazy and relishing the tiny aftershocks of her orgasm, Bradi lifted her head as he stepped between her thighs and the crown of his latex-covered cock eased past her opening. She locked her ankles around his ass and leaned back on her elbows to absorb the sensation of his thick shaft gliding against her still-spasming inner walls.

  Sweat trickled down the side of Mason’s face and air expanded his chest in rapid huffs. His hair was ruffled from having her hands fisted in it. The veins in his neck and arms strained with the exertion of holding back.

  She took the belt from her mouth, lifted a hand to smooth his hair from his eyes and cupped his jaw. The words were on the tip of her tongue. Love me. Please love me. “Kiss me.”

  With a growl, he gathered her in his arms and eased her backward. His lips devoured her mouth. One hand cradled her head and tilted it for the invasion of his tongue. His cock began a slow and steady thrust. The aftershocks that had begun to dwindle sparked and the pressure of another orgasm built.

  Mason broke the kiss but held her tight, his hips pumping, harder, faster. Each plunge ground her into the rock’s unrelenting surface. She’d have bruises tomorrow but she didn’t care. The pain enhanced the pleasure and drove her toward ecstasy.

  “Come with me, baby,” he rasped.

  “Almost there.” She grappled for the belt. “Need—”

  He slapped the belt aside and pressed her face toward his shoulder. “I’m all you need.”

  Opening her mouth over his flexing muscle, she tasted the salt of his skin just before the orgasm burst upon her.

  He hissed as her teeth clamped tight. His hips jerked but held the blissful rhythm. “Fuck, ah, yeah. Bite harder.”

  She did and savored the slow lick of erotic flames that consumed her entire body. That he welcomed the pain of her bite added to the pleasure of his punishing thrusts. The searing ride began to ebb. He slammed into her one last time and poured hot cum into the condom. Her pussy milked him through the last exquisite convulsions.

  A minute passed, his head resting beside hers. She licked the bite marks on his shoulder and thanked god she hadn’t broken the skin. He shuddered and his cock twitched.

  Bradi wanted to laugh but she was on the verge of tears and couldn’t be sure one wouldn’t lead to the other. He got her. Understood her completely. No one ever had. Or ever would. Only Mason. She could have gone the rest of her life without knowing that.

  “I have to go.” Before I do something stupid. She snorted. What could be more stupid than what she’d already done?

  “I’m not finished.” His whispered words feathered the hair at her temples as he raised his head to look at her.

  She turned away. ”I’m pretty sure you did.”

  He laughed. “I’m not talking about that.” His knuckles skimmed her cheek. “I meant that I’m not finished telling you what I want.”

  “Again, I’m pretty sure you just got it.”

  He continued to stroke her face, brushing aside the strands that had escaped her ponytail. She probably looked like shit.

  “I want a lot of things from you, Bradi. We’ve only just begun to scratch the surface. But I want to give you something too.”

  “Not to repeat myself, but—”

  “Shh.” He laid a finger over her lips. “I want to give you more than just the pleasure of a good fuck.” He turned her head but she closed her eyes. “Bradi, open your eyes.”

  She couldn’t look at him. It would hurt too much.

  “Bradi.” His voice was firm and determined. He wouldn’t let her go until she did what he wanted.

  “Fine.” She forced herself to meet his gaze and her stomach flipped. She wasn’t prepared for the tenderness or the uncertainty swirling in the brown depths.

  “I want to give you my heart.”

  His heart? The words floated past her ears but didn’t register for several seconds. His heart?

  “It’s yours anyway. Always has been,” he
went on. “I was just too stupid to realize it.”

  Her throat tightened, constricting the air in her lungs. Tears stung the back of her eyelids. She searched his face for any hint of teasing and found none.

  “I love you, Bradi, and I don’t want you to go.” His smile grew tentative. “But if you really want the PRCA job, if it’ll make you happy, then that’s what I want too. I’m not asking you to choose between your career and me. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just asking that when you’re done, you’ll come home to me.”

  She shook her head, unable to speak for the lump in her throat. His smile wilted as a sob shook her. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and into her ears. Was she dreaming?

  “Ah, shit.” He straightened, pulling her with him, and his cock slipped from her body. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He held her tighter. “If I misread this, if I fucked everything up by not realizing until now how you felt—how I feel—then I understand.”

  She laughed, choked and laughed again, feeling hysteria drawing near. She shoved his chest. “Stop telling me what I should and shouldn’t do and ask me again what I want.”

  “Okay.” He thumbed a stray tear from her cheek. “Bradi Kincaid, what do you want?”

  “The same thing I’ve always wanted. You, Mason Montgomery. Only you.”

  About the Author

  Born and raised in Texas, Darah Lace enjoys a simple life with her husband and three children. She loves sports, music, reading/watching a good romance and penning scenes that sizzle. She prefers a hero who demands ultimate satisfaction and a heroine who isn’t afraid to explore her sexual fantasies. The author of erotic contemporary romance, Darah will lead you on a journey of desire, seduction and forbidden pleasure.

  Darah welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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