by Jenny Penn
To touch and taste.
Taste, lick, suck, nibble, devour—they all sounded good to her. They sounded like they would be fun to both give and receive. Heather felt her breasts swell as they began to tingle with anticipation while her gaze locked on the sight of one single, sparkling droplet of sweat rolling lazily downward over the hard planes of his chest.
It disappeared into the deep, dark creases that cut across Alex’s abdomen even as Heather’s own tummy began to quiver with the excited flutter of all the butterflies filling her stomach. Even as she weakened beneath the hunger that had never faded over the years, she could see his muscles flex and contract while the ones in his arms bulged with sexy menace as he crossed them over his chest.
“But turnaround is fair play,” Heather reminded him with her own taunting smile. “You get your turn. I get mine. Deal?”
* * * *
Alex watched Heather lick her lips and almost groaned out loud as his cock pulsed and wept, silently begging for mercy. He was hard and hurting thanks to the feel of her soft curves giving beneath the hard press of his body as he pinned her against the vanity.
She was lush and plump and, thanks to the enticing scent of feminine arousal thickening in the air, he knew she was also wet and ready to be stroked.
Stroked, pounded, and packed full of cock—that’s just what he planned to do to her right after Heather got done sucking the urgency out of his dick, because right then he was too damn eager to be any good. The last thing Alex wanted was to be bad.
The only thing worse would be to be early, which is just what might happen if Heather didn’t stop eyeing him like a sausage she was considering swallowing whole. Alex’s balls burned painfully at that thought, causing Alex’s tone to come out a deal sharper than he intended.
“Deal.”
“Just to be clear, we each get one shot to make the other beg.” Heather paused to smile. “And ladies go first.”
“Of course.”
She could have first all day long and suck him on till the moon rose over the horizon. It wouldn’t make any difference. Alex didn’t beg, but she would because right after she got done taking the starch out of his cock, he would give her first, second, third, whatever it took to make her scream his name.
When he was done she wouldn’t be able to think about sex without remembering the feel of him pounding into her. Some savage part of him wanted to brand her, to leave his mark and claim her in a way that went beyond the flesh. That thought should have scared him, but right then he was too hard and in too much pain to care.
All he could think about was Heather. All that existed was Heather. Sweet-tasting, hot, burning—Heather, and with just one kiss, she could be his again.
“I think we better seal this deal with a kiss,” Alex murmured as his gaze narrowed in on the perfect bow of her rose-tinted lips.
“Isn’t a handshake more traditional?” Heather asked, leaning back and pulling away before his mouth could even whisper over hers.
“Perhaps,” Alex allowed as he threaded a hand into her silken tresses. Twisting them into a fist, he pulled her back until her lips rested against his. “But I think a kiss is more appropriate for this occasion.”
Holding Heather captive, Alex teased her, feathering soft, gentle kisses over her lips as he attempted to soothe and seduce. Only, she didn’t want it gentle. She didn’t want it soft. She wanted him.
Alex’s attempts at sweetness only seemed to antagonized the ravenous hunger gripping her. It wouldn’t be denied. It couldn’t be, because she didn’t have the strength to resist him. That certainty only fueled the urgent need boiling in his balls, leaving him just as powerless.
When she wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth, sucking his tongue deep into the moist, candied depths of her kiss, Alex about lost it. She was sweet. Intoxicatingly sweet.
And his dick was on fire.
Giving himself over to the moment, he clutched her closer and let the inferno consuming him flare hotter until it raged out of control, incinerating everything in its path. All of his schemes, all his plans, and bad intentions were burned to ashes, floating away on the wind until the only thing he had left to hold onto was Heather just as she clung to him, enslaved by the very same lust searing through his veins.
That need was fueled in part by the feel of the hard tips of her breasts grinding against his chest as Heather’s legs lifted, sliding up his thigh and opening herself until he could feel the molten heat of her pussy through the heavy weight of their sweatpants. His dick thumped in angry demand, angered by the heated cloth separating it from the heaven he knew waited there between her legs.
He needed her.
Needed her now…but it was ladies first.
Fighting back against the painful demand swelling in his balls, Alex tried to pull away but Heather wouldn’t let him go. Instead her nails dug deeper as her thighs clenched around his, trying to hold him still as she began to pump her hips against him, making his flex in an instinctive response.
Alex tore his mouth free of her drugging kiss as he fought the urgency driving him toward making the biggest mistake of his life and giving into her. Heather would be his, but it would be on his terms...and if she would just stop brushing those soft, ticklish, little kisses down his neck, he might be able to remember what those were two.
That was the last rational thought he had before all thought was lost beneath the feel of her sinking slowly downward. He knew just where she was heading. Her hand was already brushing his sweats down and out of her way. They would have fallen to a puddle at his feet if he hadn’t reached down to fist a hand around the elastic waistband.
He fisted his other hand in her hair and pulled her back, knowing he wouldn’t survive the moment if he didn’t stop her. It was too much. She would take everything—including his control. Alex couldn’t allow that to happen.
Chapter 18
“No.” Alex spoke that denial aloud, allowing it to reinforce his determination. “Ladies first, remember?”
That reminder had Heather easing back as her lips curled into a wicked little smile that had sweat beginning to gather along his spine. She was up to something, something naughty, and he couldn’t wait to find out what.
“Yes, I do.” A twinkle sparkled in her eyes as she flattened her hands on his chest, pushing him back as she dared to taunt him with his most forbidden fantasy. “And if you’ll a good boy and give me some room, I’ll take care of the matter myself.”
That suggestion had Alex’s dick swelling impossibly harder until he feared that it might actually explode from the pressure. He ached, and it was all Heather’s fault. Her and that damn smile.
It promised a world of delights that Alex had every intention of pillaging. He’d discover the very depths of her depravity and then enslave her with a whole world of dark delight she’d never knew existed. He had to pay for that privilege. That payment would be collected now, but he’d make sure Heather repaid him in full later.
“Now where would be the fun in that?” Alex tried to sound calm and unconcerned, teasing even, but feared he sounded more like a frog choking on its own tongue.
“Fun?” Heather shrugged, her smile twisting even deeper into the land of forbidden, carnal promises. “Trust me, stud, it’s always fun, because I’m the best that’s ever been when it comes to knowing how to play this pussy, so why don’t you just sit back and take some notes?”
She was going to regret that one, Alex silently vowed as he forced himself to step back, giving Heather the room to do as she please. She didn’t hesitate. Her hands slid down her body almost instantly, dipping beneath the hem of her shirt before gliding sensually back up over the soft swell of her tummy.
The mud-stained cotton bunched over her arms, rising much slower and drawing out the moment until Alex had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from ordering her to move faster. That’s what she wanted. To drive him nuts and make him beg, but Alex wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.
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br /> Heather wasn’t the first woman to try to break his control. Neither was she the most skilled, but she was the only one he feared. The only one who might be able to succeed.
Already his nerves were frayed, his patience worn, leaving only his training and discipline to cling to as Heather’s shirt finally lifted high enough to reveal the generous, golden curve of her breasts straining against the pink lace of her bra. The frilly little cups were so delicate and feminine, offering almost no real coverage and leaving very little to the imagination.
Alex’s mouth went dry, his gaze locking onto the dusty red nipples peeking through the silken rosettes covering her bra as she stretched with a sensual arch, thrusting those delicious globes forward in a blatant invitation that took every last ounce of his self-control to resist.
His fingers might have itched to touch her, but Alex stood tall and forced himself to endure the pain as she pulled the shirt over her head and allowed it to flutter to the floor. He barely spared it a glance. His eyes remaining fixated on her hands.
They were sliding slowly around, her pale, delicate fingers lifting up those generous mounds even as her chin dipped, nuzzling its way between the cleavage she’d created. His gaze caught and held on hers as her tongue licked out, running along the edge of her bra before dipping down to tease the puckered point of her nipple.
Alex watched the tremor of pleasure that raced through her and clenched his jaw tight as he fought to remain still and not give into the feral urge to snatch her up and prove that he wasn’t to be messed with. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. Until then he’d stand there quivering and aching, allowing Heather to have her fun because the torment was almost as sweet as his revenge would be.
As he watched, Heather’s eyes fluttered closed, her breath catching as she teased her tits with another sexy lap of her tongue before her hands finally abandoned her breasts to slide down over the sweetly rounded curve of her tummy and beneath the elastic edge of her pants.
It was Alex’s turn to catch his breath as every one of his muscles tensed and stilled as she pushed the sweats down with a sexy little wiggle that almost had him dropping to a puddle at her feet along with her pants. The need in his balls boiled dangerously hotter as his dick swelled in preparation for a full-scale explosion as his gaze narrowed on the lacy crotch that hid Heather’s most intimate secrets.
His eyes lingered there on the thin, slip of fabric as he reached out, mesmerized by the darkened color of the lace, to find it as wet with the proof of Heather’s arousal. The bit of silk clung to the swollen lips of her pussy, allowing him to feel every intimate inch of her cunt as he rubbed his fingers through her creamy folds. He pressed down hard over the swollen bud of her clit, grinding the sensitive gathering of nerves until Heather began to pant and arch into his touch like a kitten ready to purr.
Alex smiled. This was going to be easier than he had dreamed.
Heather may have started her striptease with every intention of bringing him to his knees, but her plans were long forgotten as she began to submit to his will. She was under his control, leashed by a hunger he commanded.
Alex knew just how to wield such power.
Pressing in close once again, he settled his heavy weight against hers, all too aware of the sexy little purr that rolled off Heather’s lips as the swollen swells of her breasts flattened against his chest.
Heather’s soft sighs quickly grew into heavy pants as she pressed close against him and began to grind herself against both him and his fingers. It didn’t take but seconds before she’d worked herself into a frenzy, her pants becoming groans as her body clenched and a heated wave of cream washed over his fingers with the first tremors of her release. Only then did Alex interfere.
“Ah, ah, ah.” Alex peppered quick, chaste kisses over the top swells of her breasts before releasing her as he stepped back to shake his head at her. “You want to have that kind of fun, you got to take all your clothes off.”
Alex knew he tempted fate by breaking the spell he already had Heather under, but couldn’t resist. She didn’t disappoint him. As the glaze began to clear from her eyes, the lust in them gave way to a wary kind of amusement that had her lips curling into a smirk.
“Well that’s kind of hard to do with you in the way, stud. So if you want to see the goodies, you better take a step back.”
Alex’s only response to that was a snort, though he did as she commanded and eased backward. That was the opposite direction than his cock wanted him to go. It pounded angrily in objection.
At least if he was going to suffer, Alex wanted to suffer for something good, but Heather deprived him of the show he thought he’d get it when she simply reached up and snapped open her bra. Without a hint of tease in her motion, she shrugged out of the lacy cups, letting them fall to the floor as she reached for her panties.
Alex swallowed hard, his mouth going dry as she shoved them out of the way. No sexy wiggle this time. It wasn’t needed. She was perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
Softly rounded with curves that made a man’s hands itch to touch, Heather glowed with ethereal quality as the molten rays of sunlight filtering down from the skylight above painted her as a golden goddess. One made of velvet and silk, made to be petted and stroked, made to be adored.
God help him, he did adore her. Every last fucking inch. He could fight it. He could deny it. None of that changed the truth. He was doomed. Right then and there Alex swore that if he were going down, then so was she.
She was going to belong to him. Every last fucking inch.
Alex’s gaze roved greedily over what he had claimed silently as his. Lingering over the shadowed tits in valleys, his eyes tracked the blush racing across her breasts, lingering over the puckered tips as they hardened beneath his heated look, lifting in a silent invitation that had Alex straining at the leash as he vowed to dedicate some time to those luscious tits later.
First, though, he wanted a taste of something else. Taste, lick, devour—if Heather had any idea of the thoughts filling his head she wouldn’t have been smiling, but she didn’t have a clue and Alex didn’t have the patience left to give her one.
With the heady scent of her arousal infusing every ragged breath he drew, Alex’s hunger only grew more intense until he was clinging to the last thread of his sanity, his fingers digging so deep into his palms that he could feel the bite of his own shortened nails. That bit of pain was the only thing that held him back as Heather finally parted those sweetly rounded thighs to reveal the pink, cream, and, honey heaven begging to be plundered.
Opening herself for his pleasure as well as hers, Heather didn’t hesitate to run her hand over her mound. Those wicked, little fingers dipped down through those wheat-colored curls to split the swollen lips of her pussy wide enough to expose the engorged little bud holding court over the dark, clenched opening to her cunt.
She teased that little nubbin, grazing it with the tips of her fingers and making herself pant until the breathless sounds condensed into little whimpers. Those moans echoed the silent gasp of her cunt as it spasmed with a visible clench that had Alex’s dick weeping in desperation.
She was so soft-looking, so fragile, and the things he wanted to do to her were so dark, so dirty—the pale, thin stroke of her fingers couldn’t compare. That didn’t stop Heather from pumping them past the tight ring of muscles guarding the entrance to her sheath any more than it kept her from crying out as she began to pound them back and forth.
Her breasts bounced in a glorious display as her cunt sucked and slurped happily over the pansy fucking she was giving it. If that’s all it took to get her off then Alex was about to blow Heather’s mind. In fact, it didn’t even seem fair to allow her to go on tormenting herself.
After all, as sheriff it was his responsibility to not only protect, but also serve, and it was clear that Heather could use a hand right then. A big hand, with thick fingers. His would do just fine.
It wasn’t lost on
Alex that Heather was not only getting just what she wanted, but she was getting him just how she wanted. He vowed that she’d paid for that indulgence as he ripped her hand out of his way and buried his face between those soft, velvety thighs.
* * * *
Heather’s breath caught as Alex slid to his knees before her. Quivers of anticipation fluttered in her stomach, making her tense as she felt the hot wash of his breath over the molten folds of her cunt. His fingers bit into her thighs as he opened her up completely for his inspection. He took his time, letting the anticipation build as she waited in agony for the first electric stroke of his tongue over her sensitive flesh.
It had been seventeen days, seventeen long days, since she’d gotten anywhere near a release. Now her luck was about to change, because instinctively Heather knew that Alex could break the spell that Konor had woven around her. He could get her off. All he had to do was lick her, but he paused just long enough to make her wonder, to make her whimper and whisper his name.
“Alex, please. I—”
Heather didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence as Alex stole the words from her mind with a dip of his head. He buried his face in her cunt, devouring her sensitive flesh with a hunger that left Heather crying out with the pleasure. The titillating thrill of his tongue twirling endlessly over her clit had her erupting with joyous thrills that that left her choking on her own laughter.
Those giggles deepened into moans that quickly dissolved into panted gasps as he pumped his fingers deep into her. He rode her hard and fast and this time when her world ignited it, went up in flames. Still she demanded more, and Alex did not deny her.
Licking his way down to the spasming entrance to her cunt, he fucked her with quick shallow strokes of his tongue, making Heather squeal and squirm as his fingertips traced an enticing path back to the clenched ring of muscles guarding her ass. Alex didn’t even hesitate, but pushed past the resistance at the entrance to fill her ass with a delicious pressure that had Heather keening as she twisted within his hold.
