Holdin' On for a Hero

by Ciana Stone

  Then will you come with me?

  “Without question,” she replied and gave him her hand.

  He led her to the large sail boat moored at the end of the long pier. She followed him aboard and down below to the master cabin. Once inside, he closed the door, leaving them in darkness broken only by dim light from a porthole that sent a shaft of light across Nikki’s body.

  It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust. When they did, he saw Nikki standing there watching him, her shirt dangling from her hand, her body bare to the top of her lacy panties. It was enough to have his dick surging to immediate erection.

  “Are you sure this is safe?” she whispered.

  He nodded. No one ever comes here and even if they did they won’t check the boat.

  “Okay, if you say so.”

  Max smiled but remained frozen in place. Now that they were alone with a big bed just feet away, he felt unsure.

  “Shall I show you my dreams, Max?” she asked softly.

  Please.

  She dropped the shirt then peeled down her wet thong and stepped out of it.

  His eyes traveled the length of her as she slowly approached, taking in her full breasts and hairless sex. She unfastened his pants and lowered them down over his hips and thighs. His cock sprang free immediately since he’d forgotten to bother with underwear.

  Her hands were warm on his skin as they moved up the outside of his thighs then circled in, stroking up his chest and slowly back down. When she wrapped both hands around his erection his knees nearly buckled.

  “In my dreams you’re dominant and sure,” she whispered, stroking him slowly. “You know that I belong to you and am yours to do with what you want.”

  His hands moved to her shoulders, gripping her tightly, and she smiled up at him. “I am yours, Max.”

  Those words were the key. A door within the labyrinth of his prison opened and the scared and unsure prisoner disappeared. In his place was the man he once was. A Ranger. Tough, strong and sure. Afraid of nothing. And hungry.

  Without thinking he pulled her to him for a kiss that was near brutal. His tongue plundered her mouth, one hand winding in her dark hair to pull her head back, forcing her to arch against him.

  She moaned, still gripping his dick with one hand while the other moved behind him, fingers digging into the flesh of his ass. His mouth moved to her neck, sucking and biting his way down to her breast.

  Nikki cried out but made no attempt to break free when his mouth closed on her nipple, tongue flicking the hardened nub. He took his time, enjoying the feel and taste of her, the small sounds she made in her throat and the way her fist around his erection was moving, making his testicles tingle and contract.

  When her sounds began to ring with a tint of pain, he abandoned her breast and kissed and bit his way down her body. His shift in position forced her to release her hold on his penis, but that didn’t matter. If she continued to stroke him any longer he’d come and he wasn’t near ready for that.

  Max guided her to the bed, urging her back on it, her legs hanging off the edge from the knees down. He bent forward, running his tongue around her navel then down. When he reached the top of her vagina he paused to look at her. Her eyes were hooded and her face flushed. Her dark hair spread out on the light covering of the bed like black silk. Her lean, supple body was damp and hot, trembling.

  He took hold of her legs and pushed them up into a bent knee position then spread them wide, baring her to his gaze. Her shaved sex called to him, the labia open and wet, those pink lips glistening in the dim light.

  Max lowered down, using his fingers to spread her sex open wider then running his tongue down the length of her sex it, taking his time and circling below the opening of her vagina to move back up the other side.

  He took her clit in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and she cried out, quaking against him. That he had such an effect on her filled him with excitement. He wanted to drive her out of her mind with desire, show her pleasure so intense that she’d never want another man after him.

  Her whimpers and moans called to the Dominant in him and need exploded inside him. He had to make her his, brand her with his passion so that she knew beyond all doubt that she belonged to him.

  He felt a vibration run through her and realized that she was about to come, so he released her clit, moving lower to plunge his tongue into her vagina. She moaned and tilted her pelvis up, rocking sex against his mouth.

  She tasted sweet yet spicy, an intoxicating blend he could not get enough of. Her fingers wound into his hair, hanging on as her body started to tremble. He plunged his tongue in further.

  “Oh…oh…” she moaned and rocked against his mouth. “Max…ahhhh…” Her body arched up, at first rigid then trembling. Her arms moved up to grip the bedcovers behind her head as she writhed against him.

  At length her body relaxed. He climbed up on the bed, scooting her further toward the middle. As he sat back on his heels, she stretched like a cat and smiled sexily at him. “My turn,” she said in a husky whisper as she crawled up onto hands and knees and knelt down to take his cock into her mouth.

  The sight of her, ass up, going down on him, was enough to threaten his control. He gritted his teeth, struggling to keep from coming. It felt too good. He pushed her away, gently and she looked up at him.

  Don’t move, he signed to her and crawled behind her. She looked over her shoulder as he ran one hand over the swell of her ass and down to stroke her sex.

  “Hmmmm,” she murmured when his fingers penetrated her. “That feels good.”

  She was right about that. She was hot and wet, and the sight of his fingers stroking in and out of that velvety heat was enough to make him break out in a sweat.

  When she brought her forearms together on the bed in front of her and lay the side of her face down on them, raising her ass higher, his breath hitched in his throat. “Hmmm, yes,” she crooned, rocking against his fingers. “More, harder.”

  He increased the tempo and depth of penetration, and after a minute her body started to tremble. A few seconds after that he felt a slush of warm slick fluid wash over his fingers. She moaned at almost the same time.

  “Get in me, Max. I want you. Now.”

  He didn’t need a second invitation. Gripping his erection, he rubbed the head against that silky wet opening. His balls tightened into knots at just the feel of her warmth against the head of his penis.

  Even though she was wet and ready, it took a bit of pressure to hilt himself inside her. She gasped, moaned, and rocked back against him. “Oh god,” she moaned. “Max…Max…god, now!”

  She started rocking back against him, fast and hard. He grabbed her hips and matched her tempo, driving deep inside her. Something coiled inside him, getting tighter with each stroke.

  He held her tighter, the sounds coming from her driving that coil even tighter until suddenly it released. He felt her sex clench around him a moment before reality exploded and he came, throbbing inside her and his mind blank to everything except the sensation.

  When at last he was spent, he sat back on his heels, watching as a thin stream of cum worked its way from her sex. She fell over on her side then rolled onto her back, reaching for him.

  “Come here.”

  He let her pull him down on top of her. Her lips sought his in a kiss so sweet and complete that it created a lump in his throat. When the kiss ended, she smoothed his hair back from his face, smiling up at him.

  “And that’s just one of my dreams,” she said softly.

  He rolled over, pulling her against his side as he signed with one hand, Will you show me more?

  “Any time you want.”

  Now?

  She raised her head to look down at his dick that was already swelling. With a grin she climbed on top of him, straddling him so that his erection was trapped between his belly and her wet sex.

  “I think it’s your turn,” she said. “Tell me what you want.”

  He
started to sign but stopped as he heard a sound. I think someone’s on the pier.

  She quickly dismounted and started gathering up her wet clothes. Max rolled off the bed and jerked on his pants.

  “The bed!” she whispered and started straightening the rumpled covers. “Oh shit!”

  What? He signed when she looked up at him.

  “It’s wet.”

  Max snatched the cover off and wadded it up under his arm, then put his finger to his lips for her to be quiet. She nodded and he took her hand to guide her across the room. They stood pressed against the bulkhead for several minutes then he slowly opened the hatch and they crept up the stairs.

  Once on deck, they looked around cautiously. Max pointed toward the mansion. There was a dark figure moving toward the entrance of the servant’s quarters. “Who do you think it was?” she asked as he pulled her along, running down the pier.

  He shrugged and continued to jog for the house. When they reached the terrace, he stopped and released her. Steve sometimes patrols around at night, but he normally doesn’t go to the pier. But if he’s up then we have to be careful.

  “Okay. Can you make it to your suite without getting caught?”

  Piece of cake.

  She smiled and pulled him to her, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tight. “I’ll be dreaming of you,” she whispered in his ear, then drew back and kissed him softly. “See you later.” With another quick kiss, she slipped inside.

  Max watched her hurry across the dark arboretum and disappear through the door at the opposite side of the room, then entered and closed the door behind him, making sure to rearm the alarm on the security pad just beside the door.

  This wasn’t the way he’d have wished for the evening to end, but all things considered, he was lucky. Tonight he’d discovered that he was fully functional when it came to sex, and that Nikki had been dreaming of him. It was more than he’d ever dared to dream.

  Chapter Eight

  His hand was on the doorknob, the polished metal cool against his clammy palm. All he had to do was twist. With a silent groan Max released the handle and scrubbed his hand down over his face. For a few moments he paced in place, turning one way, then another.

  What was he going to do? He’d been trying to answer that question for hours. All his conscious thoughts since returning to the mansion had been centered on only one thing. Making love with Nikki.

  Even now memories of it made his skin hot and his pulse race. It was like nothing he had imagined and more than he had dreamed. It had awakened sensations he’d never experienced. Not that he hadn’t experienced desire, or had sexual fantasies. Fantasies were all he’d had for years. But now he had a memory.

  And that memory possessed him, robbed him of the ability to reason, to see the logical course of action. It scared him. It was too powerful. He could neither reason his way free from it nor battle it. Now he was a prisoner to a new warden.

  God, she’d felt so good against him when she first came to him. Her skin was warm beneath the water droplets that glistened like liquid gems in the moonlight, her full firm breasts pressed, flattening against his chest. That was the stuff of dreams. Then what had happened on the boat. That was fantasy in its purest form.

  Max pressed the heels of his hands against his burning eyes. God, he wanted her—to kiss her, touch her, have her.

  The thought of that happening again excited him painfully and made him weak-kneed with fear. What was he to do? He was going mad with wanting to see her. But what if she wasn’t as eager to see him? What if he’d been mistaken about what happened between them? She wasn’t like him. She probably had experience with men. What if what had happened had meant no more to her than any other sex she’d had? What if she didn’t even think it was good? What if it meant no more than…that what? His mind went blank.

  Panic struck. He couldn’t think, couldn’t reason. For the first time in his memory, his mind failed him. At last he understood what it was to be victim to desire. He wasn’t sure he was strong enough to endure it.

  He was about to turn and leave when the door opened. Nikki stepped out and stopped abruptly. Mere inches separated them. She looked up at him and smiled. “Hey.” Her voice was soft and low, and made him want to push her back into her room and do all the things he’d dreamed of.

  Nikki recognized the longing in his eyes because she was feeling the same thing. Their lovemaking the previous night had inflamed her in a way she’d never imagined possible. Since she’d come to bed, she’d tossed and turned, thinking of Max, wanting him again.

  She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him along with her as she backed up into her room. Surprise registered on Max’s face, then joy. He pushed the door closed behind him and she pushed him back against it and pressed against him, fisting her hands in his hair to pull his head down to her for a long, passionate kiss.

  This time Max wasn’t hesitant in returning the kiss. He fed off her like a man who was presented with a delicious delicacy after years of deprivation. Nikki moaned and pressed tighter against him, thrilling to the pressure of his erection against her belly. She broke the kiss to take Max’s hands and guide them to her breasts.

  Max groaned as he cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over her hard nipples. He feared he would climax in his pants when she unbuttoned his shirt and started kissing his chest.

  A knock at the door had them both freezing in place like deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Max quickly ran to the bathroom and hid behind the door. Nikki took a moment to compose herself then opened the door.

  Deborah stood outside. “I’m sorry, I thought you’d be up and about by now. Shall I come back later?”

  There was no way Nikki could let Deborah find Max in her room. “Actually I’ve been up a while but I’m right in the middle of something on my thesis. Could you give me an hour?”

  “Of course,” Deborah replied, but craned her neck to see around Nikki and into the room.

  “Thanks!” Nikki smiled and closed the door in Deborah’s face then locked and leaned back against it, blowing out her breath.

  Max returned to the room and walked over to her, running his hand along the side of her face, down her neck and to her shoulder. Nikki smiled up at him. For a man who hadn’t had much in the way of physical relations with a woman, he had a real knack for touching a woman just the right way.

  “That was a close call. We’ve got to be more careful,” she whispered.

  Max knew she was right, but for the first time in his life he longed for the courage to throw caution to the wind. He pulled her to him, staking his claim with a kiss that earned him a sexy moan from her. As her arms wound around his neck, he lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist, still locked in the kiss and he carried her to the bed.

  The feel of her firm legs gripping him and her hot sex pressing against him enflamed his passion. He sat down on the bed with her wound around him and abandoned her lips to feast on her neck.

  Nikki rocked on him, fueling his desire. He rolled her onto her back on the bed and straddled her, his hands tracking over her breasts. She arched her back, pressing her breasts up into his hand with a sexy groan.

  Max grinned and grabbed her shirt at the neckline. One strong pull and the fabric gave way, ripping down the middle to bare her breasts. Cupping them in both hands, his mouth closed on a nipple

  A shockwave of pleasure raced from her breasts to her sex. Max was like a drug. One time and you were addicted. She couldn’t get enough of him. Running her hands under his shirt, she ran them over his tight abdomen. But touching wasn’t nearly enough. She needed to see and taste him.

  “Take it off,” she said.

  Her hands were tracing over the chiseled muscles of his abdomen and chest before he was free of the shirt. Up over each ridge until she reached his neck. As she pulled him down to meet her lips, he rolled them over, bringing her on top of him.

  Nikki took her time exploring his m
outh with her tongue, the pulled back to stare into his eyes, seeing the hunger that shown in their depths. She traced her fingers over his face, feeling the strong bones beneath the taut skin, delighting in the rasp of his beard against the tips of her fingers. She lowered slowly, nipping his lower lip then devouring him with a kiss.

  Without breaking the contact of their bodies she slid down, letting her lips travel across his firm chin and down his neck. His taste was unique and intoxicating. Slithering lower, she explored his chest and torso with her mouth. His body was beautiful, strong, muscular, and perfectly proportioned.

  Reaching the obstacle of his pants, she rose to her knees and reached for the button on his pants. Max smiled but took hold of her wrists and sat up, pushing her arms behind her back to capture both wrists in one strong hand. As he pulled her arms back, creating enough pressure that she bowed backward to relieve it, he ran his tongue along the soft under skin of her breast and up along the side. She arched more when he flicked his tongue over the nipple.

  Using the tip of his tongue he traced increasingly smaller circles around her nipple until finally capturing it between his teeth. Nikki moaned in pleasure and rocked against him.

  Max released her wrists and holding her by the waist moved her off the bed to stand in front of him. He kissed her stomach, running his tongue down to the top of her shorts as his hands moved up along the sides of her legs. He unfastened the shorts and pushed them down over her hips.

  Nikki stepped out of them as his fingers slid into the thin strap of her thong to pull it down. When his lips moved down below her stomach, she fisted her hands in his hair, closing her eyes in pleasure.

  Max inhaled her scent, his lips lingering on her soft skin. Each kiss was slow, each taste intoxicating. His mouth moved to the mound of her sex, lips opening and tongue dipping into the top of the slick fold to find the bud of her clit.

  She shifted, spreading her legs to provide him better access. His hands moved to squeeze the cheeks of her ass, fingers working into the cleft between them. When his fingers spread her sex and slipped in, she moaned and clung to him.