Billi Jean

by Running Scared

“Russell?” She didn’t sound upset. She sounded breathless. Was he crushing her?

  He chanced a glance down and she was smiling softly up at him, looking sweaty and hot, but happy. What to do with that? How did he manage this? He was supposed to have a plan here, a mission.

  “Did I hurt you?” He started with that one first.

  Her face flushed even more, and she gave him one of those soft, shy smiles. “No, not really.”

  “Susan, come on, baby, tell me the truth here.”

  Wrinkling her nose, she brushed his hair off his forehead, avoiding his eyes. “There was a bit of pain, but only a little. I think it might have been worth it.” She feathered her fingers through his hair and watched his face closely. “I’m still debating, though.”

  Relief turned his body to mush. “Holy hell, baby.” A grin broke out over his mug before he could hold it in. “Maybe I should give you another go, then you can let me know?” He was teasing her, but his heart did a funny dip in his chest.

  He was in deep.

  “Well…” Susan dragged both hands through Russell’s silky hair. If he moved an inch, just a little, she was going to climax. She could feel the build-up still there, hovering almost. How could she not? He was still thick and hard, like a huge bar of steel penetrating her so deeply she knew she’d still feel him once he withdrew. “You are still so hard,” she whispered.

  His handsome face flushed. Dark grey eyes met hers, and he made that deep male sound she loved, like a grunted groan. “Yeah, baby, that’s not going to change any time soon.”

  Titling her head on the pillows, she tried to read his teasing expression. Was he serious? Was that possible? Did men stay hard?

  He shifted over her, that small movement sending crazy shivers up and down her spine. She barely held in the urge to beg him to press down a little firmer, maybe deeper, maybe begin those wild thrusts again. Shyness held her tongue, though. What would he say? Think of her?

  “Listen, Susan, I got a bit carried away here and…” He looked away from her, then down again, clearing his throat and making her worry escalate to include him thinking this was a big, big mistake.

  “I didn’t use a condom, baby. I’m so damn sorry. We can go get you checked out. See if there’s a chance of pregnancy. Shit, I’m sorry. But I’m clean. I’m real clean. I haven’t had sex in over seven months and I always wore a ru—condom. I can go get checked out—”

  She cut him off with a finger on his lips, certain she was blushing now. “That’s okay. I trust you. I…” She ran a hand over his rough jaw, embarrassed, but not willing to let him feel so bad. “I’m on the pill. After the accident, it made it easier, you know? When you’re in the hospital and all, it’s easier to simply take a pill and skip your period than deal with all that.”

  If possible, his erection seemed to swell even bigger. He sucked in a breath then groaned. “Goddamn, you trust me, baby?”

  She sucked in a breath at how husky his voice sounded, managing to nod. It was a bit late for that question, but yeah, she trusted him. Oh, man, did she trust him, but now she wanted him moving. ASAP. “Yep, I guess I do.”

  His eyes darkened, and deep inside she felt his erection flex. Good Lord, that felt decadent.

  “Bareback. Hell, I think we need to do this the right way, Sunshine.”

  Oh, God, that was too sexy. Bareback.

  “The right way?” She bit her lip, meeting his eyes, hoping that way came with more sex and more yummy Russell thrusting those powerful hips.

  “Oh, yeah. We’re not hikin’ today. I plan on keeping you busy all day. Unless—” He paused and kissed her, lingering over her mouth with his, the rough shadow-beard on his jaw tingling her skin awake and flooding her with wetness around that huge erection. With a rough sound, he pulled her closer, with his arms under her waist and up along her spine, effectively making her arch under him. “Are you sore at all?”

  She was supposed to think? He brushed his lips over her breast and she lifted her chest higher, shamelessly wanting those lips open and sucking on her the way he had earlier.

  “No, I feel fine, not tender at all.” She blushed when he looked up from her breast. It was so sexy—he was so sexy. His hair was tousled from her hands, his lips wet from her kisses, and his body filled hers with very vivid proof of how much she was exciting him. But God, he was huge. She was afraid to move. “You are a bit…big, aren’t you?”

  Grinning, he rubbed his jaw on her shoulder and, yes, he had a sexy smile. It made her heart flutter to have all that male attention so fixed on her.

  “I’m big all over. We’ll go real slow. I’ll be careful,” he promised.

  He would, she knew. He didn’t scare her, exactly. He was so overwhelmingly bigger than her, on top of her like this—she felt pinned and tiny, but not afraid of him. Russell was bigger than her, but not with puffed up muscles like a linebacker. He was lean and mean, broad-shouldered, but with a tough, gorgeous body. And yes—oh, my—he was hung. His erection had looked pretty amazing. She’d seen some pictures, who hadn’t? But Russell. Oh, my. His erect penis was thick, long and curved upward, well, if it didn’t hang down. And it did hang down—it was too heavy not to—but oh, God, his penis was beautiful. The rounded head had made her mouth water. The long, thick stalk had amazed her because she’d known that big, long hard-on was going where no man had ever gone before. She’d climaxed on his fingers just thinking of him holding her down and thrusting such a big erection inside her. Geez. She was in deep.

  But if he didn’t move soon, she was going to embarrass herself into begging him to just simply get on with it.

  Watching her closely, he flexed his hips and moved. Oh, God, did he move. A slow, firm stroke in, then slowly retreating out, then back in. It was glorious.

  “Oh, Russell, that feels so good,” she whispered, arching her breasts up when he pressed a little deeper. The urge to bite him wasn’t going to be denied. When he thrust again, she licked his shoulder muscle and bit down lightly on the rounded flesh.

  “Ah, fuck, yeah, get wild, baby.”

  God. His voice. The way he talked drove her crazy. She was close to that pinnacle he’d taken her to before. Only this time, oh, God, this time the fireworks were going to be explosive. She couldn’t catch her breath because he kept building the tingling sensation up higher and higher. She started to shiver and goosebumps broke out along her bare skin. Deep inside where he was stroking her, small tremors rocked along her core. Her breath caught as they grew, slowly, so slowly building. If he just kept up those firm thrusts, just a bit more…

  “Come for me, baby, then I need to fuck you harder.” He sounded hoarse, so sexy she bit down on his sweaty flesh to hold in a cry. The tingles blossomed to bigger waves of something that felt almost like a climax. Almost.

  “Ah, Goddamn.” With a muffled shout, Russell began longer, deeper strokes that made her hands clench in the sheets. Lights flickered behind her eyelids.

  “Russell, oh, God, oh, my God.”

  “That’s a good girl. Come for me, baby. Let me fuck you right.”

  At the word ‘fuck’ she came with a little cry of his name. Her body simply imploded, tightening those tremors to quakes, then tight spasms around his thick erection. She held on, saying things she couldn’t control as ripples of pleasure hit deeper and deeper. The world tilted, spinning around her with only Russell to keep her anchored. She was so out of control she was barely aware of digging her nails into warm, solid muscles and biting down on firm, salty flesh. She was lost, thrusting up into his lunges, unable to avoid each deep flutter of pleasure as Russell began taking her faster and with firm, hard strokes. His harder, bigger body pinned her in place so perfectly she thought she’d black out.

  “Russell…oh…oh…Russell!”

  The calluses on his hands drove her wild. He skimmed his hands up her lower back and along her spine adding another layer of sensation on to all the others. Gently, he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and she arch
ed to give him more room. Hot, panting breaths shivered along her skin when she did and deep inside she felt her climax building.

  “Shhh, let it come for you, baby. That’s it, come for me. God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, such tenderness in his rough voice she felt tears rise up.

  She whimpered when his back rippled under her palms as he continued to drive her insane. Her sheath clenched around him once more as her climax settled to soft, slow trembles.

  “Again, baby, again.”

  Oh, God. Her eyes flew open when he suddenly slammed into her core fully for the first time. A male groan sounded from him, deep and tortured with passion.

  “Good?”

  “Oh, God, good… Yes, good.”

  She felt like some kind of leash broke in Russell. As if before now he’d been careful, too careful, and now he was showing her a whole new side of sex. She might pass out from it, but oh, God, did it feel good. Each thrust was powerful and firm. He added a little shove at the end of each stroke so she could feel the press of his balls tap her hypersensitive flesh at the end of each pass. When she moaned softly from the pleasure, his lips sought hers almost frantically, and then he began taking her faster, building them both up to something amazing.

  Even lip to lip, they still made sounds that drove her spiralling higher towards that peak. His big hands clutched her hips tight, pinning her in place so that she was powerless to do anything but let him show her pleasure she’d never dreamed existed. The headboard hitting the wall in time with his pumping added to the excitement until she was certain she was going to explode. Instead he was making her so hot and building up to another climax so quickly, it was mind numbing.

  “Russell! Oh, God, I don’t think… I can’t…”

  A deep, male chuckle against her skin made her shiver. Warm lips settled on her breast, teeth nipping her right on the side of her breast before he sucked the flesh to ease the sting. Lifting his head, he thrust his hips forward, holding himself still and nudging her while his wicked grey eyes watched her. His face was flushed and sweaty from his exertions, but he looked determined, hot and sexy, but so determined she shivered.

  “Oh!” He flexed his erection and she froze. “Oh, God, there! Right there!” Oh, God, he was pressing against something amazing and she could feel herself sliding down, almost climaxing just from that bump. Right when she felt it starting, he pulled back. “Russell!”

  Grinning, he lowered his mouth again and licked her nipple. “Yeah, oh yeah, you can. Come for me again, baby. Twice more, for me.” His mouth covered her nipple then, and she arched her chest up, wanting more. He didn’t disappoint, but covered her with his wet mouth and drew hungrily on her breast. At the same time his hips began deep, firm thrusts.

  “Oh God, Russell. Harder. Harder, please!” She was lost in him. She wanted more and he gave it to her. She wanted him, Russell, hot and out of control. And she was getting him. All of him. She dug her nails in, bit his shoulder, and his groan deepened, his erection swelling even bigger.

  “That’s it, good girl. Bite me, get wild for me. Come for me. Come for me, baby. Again.”

  God, she was so close. He was hot, sweaty and breathless, grunting right in her ear with each shove. Each time he entered her, his body rushed over hers, hard muscles and tight, hot skin slid along her skin and caressed her while he filled and stretched her nearly to the point of pain. She loved it and wanted more. More of him, more of his groans and whispered endearments, and more of his solid, delicious body. She kissed his shoulder, his chest, then found his flat, male nipple. Licking it made him groan. Sucking on it had him cupping her bottom higher and cursing as he shoved deeper, holding his erection on a spot that made her breathless. She bit his nipple, then, and he practically roared.

  “Fuck, yeah!”

  His body tensed, she felt it; felt the pleasure build up to an impossible level; then he ground out a rough groan and pounded into her. Three frantic thrusts and, with no preliminary warnings, she felt him gush. The hot semen flooded her body and she climaxed. With a cry she couldn’t hold in, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tucked her head in tight to his chest as the ripples of ecstasy washed over her.

  “That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his voice hushed and deep. “I can still feel you coming. Let it go, baby. Come for me.”

  “Mmm,” she managed, still caught in the small tremors of pleasure.

  He rubbed his face on her shoulder, trying to catch his breath. “Good?”

  She laughed softly and nibbled on his shoulder, because she couldn’t seem to do otherwise. Good? She was great. She couldn’t catch her breath, she was sweaty and probably dripping between her thighs, where he was still lodged as deep as he could go, and she felt like melting into the bed, but good? No. Not at all. She was floating on something she feared was addicting. Russell.

  “Goddamn, I love that baby. Bite me again and we’re gonna go another round, and you’re too new to handle all of me just yet.”

  She gave him a husky laugh at that and growled at him. He was so full of himself. Happiness flowed through her sated body, making her feel light as a feather but, at the same time, like her body was slumberous and heavy. His warm skin felt wonderful. She moulded her hands to the curves of his muscled shoulders and grazed her fingers up and down his back until with a grin, she gripped his tight ass and squeezed.

  He froze and his butt flexed.

  “Russell, how do you know I can’t handle you? And you swear too much.”

  Eyes blazing, he brushed a kiss to her jaw and rumbled, “Ah, yeah, baby, keep those hands right there, but you’d best make certain you want to start something before you urge this bad boy on.” He thrust upward, and she giggled as his ass flexed again. His grey eyes warned her he was only half joking before he frowned. “You’re not lying to me, are you? You’re not sore?”

  She rolled her eyes, puffing her hair off her face before kissing the spot she’d been biting. He was so cute. All growly one minute, then concerned the next.

  “No, I don’t lie, and no, you didn’t hurt me, Russell. I told you that already.”

  “You were a virgin?”

  She knew he was thinking about it. And most likely wondering about it, too.

  With a sudden move he gripped her hips and rolled them over, making her laugh as she landed on top of him.

  “Oh, you’re so manly and strong,” she teased, and got a smack on her butt.

  “Watch it, girlie,” he growled, but he stroked her bottom so she let it pass.

  He looked very pleased with himself, she thought. She traced a scar on his jaw. With a wicked chuckle, he tugged her down with a handful of her hair and kissed the scar on her temple, licking it softly with his tongue. Inside her, she felt his erection grow thicker. She looked down at him in surprise. He grinned up at her, looking like some little boy in a candy shop. And she was the candy. Good Lord, he was seriously hot.

  “I warned you.” He nudged upwards with his hips, holding her hips possessively with both hands.

  “Russell! Don’t men need, uh, some time to recover?”

  He laughed and urged her to sit up. She did and tried not to be embarrassed at how he was eating her up with his eyes. He ran a hand over her collarbone and then down to her breasts, watching her face with a lazy, kind of flushed look as he did. She bit her lip when he cupped her breast and thumbed the nipple. It was so hot having him watch her while he touched her body.

  “No idea about men, Sunshine, but with all this beauty in my hands and on my dick? No time needed. I’m yours,” he told her, running his hand down from her breast to her stomach and hips, then on to cup her thighs. He exaggerated a sigh and frowned up at her. “But you probably need time. Then I want you to ride me, baby. Good and hard, all right?”

  Ride him? Oh, God, she would love that. Maybe even tie him up, too. Russell would be so much fun to tease. She’d fantasised about that, having a man all tied up to a bed so she could torture him—of course, her fantasy had alw
ays fizzled out there, because she hadn’t been quite sure what to do with the fantasy man after she had him all tied…but she had an idea Russell Ryland could show her a thing or two. He was the expert here, not her.

  “Ride you?”

  “I’ll walk you through it. Didn’t you say you could handle me?” He began nudging himself deeper, and they both groaned as he lengthened and swelled inside her. She could actually feel him stiffening, swelling to spread her open and lengthen to fill her impossibly full.

  He seemed to see right through her, because he tugged her down by her hair again. She was going to have to do something about that, but for now it felt very sexy. Kissing her once, he licked her bottom lip before moving back to watch her.

  “Tell me how a beauty like you managed to stay a virgin. I’d have wrapped this up within minutes of meeting you if I’d had my choice.”

  He would have…? Oh, the beast! He’d wanted her that day on the side of the road? God, men were so ruled by their dicks! “What? You would not have. You weren’t thinking you wanted this all along, were you?” She knew she was blushing but she refused to think about it. Instead, she watched him with a frown. Not that he seemed affected by it.

  “Oh, yeah. I wanted you that first day, and every day after. You’ve had me in misery for weeks. Now, talk to me here.” Instead of letting her, though, he thrust up and pulled her down with his hands on her lower back.

  “Russell, you’re terrible. Who would have known you were such a big tease?” She certainly hadn’t.

  Lifting a brow, he settled back, one big hand behind his head and the other on her thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles along her leg. He looked lazy, content and…happy. “A tease? Me? You with that chainsaw were the tease, not me.”

  “Chainsaw? What does that have to do with”—pausing, she waved at him, his six-pack of cut muscles, his solid chest muscles and oh, God, his handsome face, still flushed from making love—“us?”

  “Huh, well, first of all”—he gave her a long, hot look—“you simply breathing is a tease. Unless I have you right here. But buying something that might cut your foot off? Hell, no.”