by Dark Angel
I cry out as he slams into me over and over. I clutch his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.
Zander hooks an arm under one of my knees and pulls it high, opening me wider, fucking me deeper.
“I’m going to cum,” I pant out.
He drops his head, taking my nipple in his mouth again and sucking hard. I feel the climax build, my pussy tightening around his thick cock.
But when he slips that finger back behind me and slides it in, filling me and stretching me even more, I fly over the edge. Screaming. Clawing.
Coming harder than I ever have in my life. Over and over again my pussy squeezes his cock, clamping down as wave after wave of ecstasy wracks my body.
And when he lets go, his huge dick throbbing as jet after jet of pleasure pours out, it sends me on another shattering wave of ecstasy that threatens to destroy me for any other man ever.
Zander
I pace back and forth across the pavement in front of Madison’s apartment, feeling like a fucking stalker. I don’t know what it is. She got under my skin.
After I left her apartment last Saturday morning, I didn’t know what to make of the situation. It was some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life, and something in me just wanted to stick around all day.
I don’t do that.
So I left. And she seemed okay with that, not revealing anything as she stood in the doorway in a silky white robe and kissed me goodbye.
But all week she’s the only thing I’ve been able to think of. How is that even possible? I’ve spent my entire adult life without making attachments. It’s never been an option. My life was too dangerous, and I couldn’t afford distractions.
But now? Now I don’t know where I’m going or what I’m doing next. My whole future is spread out before me. And part of me wants to see if there is a chance Madison could fit into it somehow.
I also have no clue what she was thinking. What she was feeling. Was she just responding to the traumatic situation of what happened on the 6 Train? It’s not uncommon for someone to have a reaction to stress that isn’t how they would normally behave. And I got the distinct impression from Madison—despite her being a total vixen in bed—that bringing strangers home is not her M.O.
So here I am. Outside her apartment. Waiting for her to come out. Wondering if maybe we can have more than one night. I’m not sure exactly what I’m looking for, but I know it’s more of her.
The door of her building swinging open grabs my attention, and I turn to find her standing there, eyes wide and mouth open.
“Zander?”
I rake a hand over my jaw. “Hey.”
“What are you doing here?”
I go for a grin, trying to eliminate any tension, knowing I can give off a threatening vibe.
“I thought you might want to grab some breakfast with me.” I shrug. “I didn’t have your number, so…” I grin wryly. Yeah. Like that explains away the stalkerish waiting on her doorstep.
To my relief, she smiles. A bit timidly, but it’s still a smile.
“I figured I’d probably never see you again.”
I step up to her, my hand acting as if it has a mind of its own as it reaches out to tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
Her smile widens. “I’ll say that I’d really love to have breakfast with you.”
Hell yeah. It’s a start, in any case.
We have breakfast, and just like before, we aren’t at a loss for anything to talk about. It’s funny. Something about her has me feeling both on edge and more settled than I’ve felt in a long time.
I walk with her to the metro station when she says she needs to get to work. I chuckled at breakfast when she;s said she’s a VIP liaison at Madison Square Garden. It’s fitting. When I stop at the stairwell leading underground, she turns to me a bit shyly. “I hope I can see you again.”
There’s nothing more I want to hear at that moment. Pulling her to me, I grip her hips and lower my head until my mouth is inches from hers. “Name the time and place.”
She bites her lip again, that same gesture that drove me crazy when I first saw her on the train. “Tomorrow night? There’s an event at The Garden, and I have tickets to a private box.”
“Perfect.” I kiss her, soft and teasingly, hoping I leave her wanting more of me as much as I want more of her.
She disappears down the stairs, and I smile as I walk down the bustling street, already anticipating tomorrow night.
Madison
I laugh at Zander’s expression as the show begins. I didn’t tell him yesterday what the tickets were for.
“Didn’t realize it was a rodeo, did you?” I tease, bumping him with my shoulder. “Regretting agreeing to come yet?”
He arches a cocky eyebrow. “Not if it means I get to sit here next to you in a private box.”
Warmth spreads through me. Who would have thought that nearly getting mugged would lead to this? Not me, that’s for sure.
I also never expected what I thought was one night might turn into something more. But that’s exactly what I want right now.
Something about the way Zander totally commanded my body made me feel vulnerable and exposed, while protected at the same time. I have no idea where this might go, but I’m game to find out.
And, it seems, he is too.
I couldn’t care less about the rodeo going on down on the floor—well, other than the fucking hot cowboys with their shirts off—so when Zander’s hand starts to tease my thigh, I’m totally up for whatever he has in mind.
We’re the only ones in the box, so I grab his hand and pull him back to the couch that’s near the back, out of sight of anyone who might be looking.
A thrill races through me as he crushes his mouth to mine, his hand exploring higher, stroking lightly on my inner thigh until he’s teasing and brushing lightly at my pussy.
I moan against his mouth, the sound drowned out by the roar of the audience, as he slips a finger inside and crooks it, driving me out of my mind as he hits just the right spot.
He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry tonight. Not the same feral need we both felt last time when I couldn’t get him inside me fast enough.
I thread my fingers through his hair and arch into him. When he pulls his finger from my wet slit and lifts it to his mouth, his eyes locked with mine as he swirls his tongue around it, I nearly come undone. Whimpering with need.
He grabs my hips and turns me around, then settles on the floor between my legs, pulling me to the edge of the couch. I don’t even care that we’re in a public place, that’s how badly I want him right now.
And when he pulls my dress up on my hips and pushes my panties aside, dragging his tongue from the bottom of my begging pussy all the way up to my clit, I nearly cum on the spot. It doesn’t take much more. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I explode at the same time that something awesome must happen in the arena because the crowd cheers and screams.
He laughs against my sex, the rumble sending shivers through my body, then places a soft kiss there before adjusting my clothes and wrapping his arms around me as he settles back on the couch.
I sigh, sated and content and happy. I could definitely get used to this. When I look up at his gorgeous, chiseled face, his hazel eyes reflect back exactly what I’m feeling. And I think that perhaps this is just the beginning and that a near mugging might just be the best thing that ever happened to me.
Cydney & Colt
Cydney
“My best friend is the very best. No question,” I assert, wrapping my arm around Madison’s waist. I met her in college, and we clicked right away, even though we’re total opposites. She’s all sweet and innocent, and I’m anything but.
“Cydney’s with me,” she tells the burly security guard standing at the entrance to the backstage area of The Garden, where she’s a VIP something-or-other. All I know is she gets me the hookup on the regular when there are awesome shows.
&n
bsp; And right now? I’m about to get up close and personal with some sexy-as-sin sweaty cowboys that just finished up the rodeo in the arena.
“You going to have some fun with me tonight, Maddie?” I grin, sure that she’s going to find some excuse to not let loose with one of these men we’re about to meet.
“Actually—” She bites her lip and her cheeks go pink.
“Oh my god. Spill.” She never gets that look on her face. “Is something going on with the dude you brought last night?” Instead of me. I was irritated at first that I had to wait until tonight to come see the show, but if Maddie has something going on with a guy, then good for her. That’s all I have to say. Well, that and it’s about damn time.
“Later. Let’s just say that we made good use of that private box last night.”
I gasp. “No way. Sweet little Maddie?” I grin wider. Maybe she’s not so innocent after all. “I must be rubbing off on you.”
“Shh,” she hisses. “Later.”
I don’t have time to push the issue because we walk up to something that totally distracts me. A wall of hard, tanned muscle.
Come to mama! These cowboys are larger than life up close. I send up a silent prayer of thanks to the sex gods that these men have yet to put their shirts back on. I’m not really sure why the shirts came off in the first place, but I’m not complaining.
Madison walks me right up to the group standing around backstage. “Colt,” she says, all smooth and businesslike as if the pecs on this guy don’t faze her a bit. “I’d like you to meet my friend Cydney.”
Again, I have the best bestie ever. Colt. More like a fucking stallion.
I put on my most flirtatious grin and sidle up to him. “I must say, you’re pretty amazing with a rope.”
He grins back, slow and sexy, casually taking me in. But his dark eyes flash with something a little dangerous that I find exciting. I want to know more about that.
“So I’ve been told.” His voice has a scratchy quality to it, and I feel the roughness all the way to my core. In a totally good way. Like the way a bit of scruff on a man’s jaw is just the right kind of roughness. Especially scraping against my inner thighs.
I clear my throat as I think of something to say. It’s suddenly difficult now that my mind has gone there.
Colt gives me a wink as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. He slings an arm around Maddie’s shoulders. “This girl here seems to have her finger on all the hot spots of the city. You didn’t steer us wrong last night, did she guys?”
The last remark is tossed over his shoulder to some of the other cowboys, who all respond with laughs and cheers.
“Where should we go tonight?” Colt’s question is directed at Maddie, but his eyes are all over me.
“I know a place,” I say before Maddie has a chance. “Complete with a mechanical bull. You game?”
Before I know it, three of the rodeo cowboys have changed and are walking down Thirty-fourth with Maddie and me. We duck into a crowded bar, and the drinks start flowing.
“How long are you in town for?” I ask Colt.
“Few more nights.” His eyes flash again with that same flicker of danger, his eyebrow lifted in question, telling me everything I need to know.
He is totally down with a little fun while he’s in town. Good. So am I. A lock of dark hair falls over his brow, and I can’t resist reaching up and pushing it back. He steps in a little closer, and the air between us thickens, awareness taking hold of me.
Tilting my head up, I smirk. “So, tell me about those rope skills you mentioned earlier.”
Colt lifts a hand to my bare shoulder and trails a finger down my arm. When he reaches my wrist, he lifts it, then grabs the other. He traps them together tightly in front of my face in the narrow space between us, locking them in his big hands.
“First thing you have to know is that you have to take your time,” he murmurs, his voice going low and raspy. “Go slow. You don’t want to rush it. Make sure she’s not skittish.”
My breath catches, and my skin tingles as his eyes glimmer with meaning. He is so not talking about horses.
“Then when you slip the rope around her, you have to move quickly. Binding them up. Keeping them under control. Submissive.”
Holy shit. I can’t explain it, but the words coming out his mouth are the best kind of tease I’ve ever heard. They make me want to be all tied up in his rope.
“Sounds like you have a lot of experience,” I manage.
His smile is wicked, full of intent. He leans in close, his breath teasing my neck. “Like you said earlier, I know what I’m doing.”
Colt
This girl is just as wild as her bright red curls that are just begging for me to dive my hands into. I can tell by the way her eyes cloud with lust at my words.
She is totally up for my kind of fun.
“Want me to show you?” I ask with a smirk.
She quirks a brow, her lips curving up. “If you’re lucky.”
I chuckle. Oh yeah. She’s a little firecracker in bed. I know it. And there is nothing I’d rather do than take her back to my hotel and prove my theory.
Later.
Right now we’re out having a good time. “Who’s ready for another round?” I call out to our group. A resounding cheer of agreement sends me up to the bar, where I order another round of shots.
After we all down the drinks, I eye Cydney, tipping my chin toward the mechanical bull. “You ever tried that out?”
She laughs, her curls flying around like fire as she shakes her head. “No, and I’m not about to start now.
“Scared you can’t stay on if it bucks too hard?”
Her eyes sear into mine. “If it bucks to hard, I’ll just get off.”
A slow smile spreads across my face at the heavy innuendo. “You think it’s that easy to get off?”
She leans in close and winks. “If you know what you’re doing. And I do.”
Hell yeah. This night is shaping up better than expected.
I hook a finger into the pocket of her jeans and tug her toward me. “Show me.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and my dick is so hard I’m ready to take her into the back and see just what she can do with that sexy mouth.
Her eyes blaze. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Turning to her friend, she grabs her arm. “Come on. Time for a ride.”
We make our way across the bar toward the bull, Cydney’s hips swinging in a way that keeps my eyes glued right to her ass, my feet moving nearly on their own as if I can’t resist following her. The guys come as well, ready to see what kind of action is about to go down.
I order a beer and lean against the bar as she talks to the guy running the bull, then mounts it.
My friends are talking shit to each other, taking bets on who can stay on longest, Cyd or Maddie, but my eyes are only on her, my dick getting even harder as she swings her leg over the piece of metal and looks me dead in the eyes. Then she makes me groan aloud by biting her lip and adjusting herself on the bull. And by that I mean she is practically grinding on it. A wicked gleam lights her eyes with mischief, and I shake my head, chuckling.
She’s something else. Can’t wait to get her alone.
Then the bull starts up, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. It tosses her all about, her body arching and whipping around as the hunk of metal bucks and spins, does its best to toss her onto the thick pad underneath. And she still hangs on.
I arch a brow at my friends as they speak the comments that are running through my head, too. I shake my head, tipping my beer toward Cydney. “I call dibs. That one’s riding me tonight.”
They guffaw, but I know they won’t make a move on her now.
I tilt the bottle back and take a long draw of the beer, my eyes trained on her as she clenches her thighs around the crazy machine, hanging on way longer than I suspected.
Finally, to a roar of cheers, she gets tossed off the bull. She stands up with
a smirk on that sexy mouth and high-fives her friend before waltzing over to me.
“Looks like you do know how to ride,” I murmur. “I may need to see a replay of that more closely.”
She laughs. “If you’re lucky,” she tells me again, then turns and heads down a hallway that leads toward the restrooms.
I knock the rest of my beer back, unable to wait another minute to get my hands on her, then slam it down on the bar. My legs carry me across the bar and down that same hallway where she just disappeared. I catch up to her and grab her hand, spinning her around and trapping her against the wall, taking both her wrists again and pinning them above her head.
My mouth floats inches away from all that wild hair, from that creamy skin that’s just begging to be touched.
We stare at each other for a long moment, then she arches her back, pressing her body against mine, and I snap, taking that sassy mouth with my own.
Cydney
Finally. The tension building between us has been making me crazy. The whole time I was on that bull, my eyes were on him, imagining he was the one giving me the ride of my life.
All that tension explodes in a clash of teeth and tongues as we kiss, his tongue spearing my mouth in a frenzy as he holds me captive against the wall. I moan against the assault, loving every second of it.
“So fucking sexy,” he growls in my ear as he rains hot, wet kisses down my neck.
My hips arch toward him, needing to feel him against me, needing something to relieve the pressure that’s driving me mad. My clit throbs, my pussy pulsing when he gives me what I crave, rubbing his hard length against me. I can’t remember the last time I was this desperate with a man.
I could let him take me right here in the hall, that’s how needy I feel.
“Want to fuck your mouth,” he bites out. I gasp a sharp breath, his words turning me up even higher, igniting the simmer in my veins to an outright inferno.
