Something New

by Cameron Dane

  The first musky hints of Rodrigo’s arousal thickened the air in the kitchen, pushing Abby even faster to a place of pure sexual desire. She shoved her hand down to rim his cockhead and came away with sticky fingers.

  He’s getting just as wet as I am.

  Her gaze on his, Abby ran her fingers across Rodrigo’s slit again. Rodrigo swore in Spanish, and Abby started shoving at his jeans, suddenly frantic. “I want to taste you.”

  “Nuh-uh.” Pushing her arm away, Rodrigo tunneled his hand up through the fall of her hair and bowed her back over the counter. His entire being moved in one big wave as he struggled to catch his breath. “You’re not getting that sweet mouth on me and making me come that fast.” Wrapping one arm around her waist, Rodrigo hoisted Abby up to the counter and forced his way between her thighs. “I get you first.”

  Rodrigo slashed his lips across Abby’s and licked them open, claiming ownership of her mouth with an authority Abby had no interest in fighting. He shoved her skirt up to her waist and pulled her to the edge of the counter to meet his thrusts, his underwear and hers not much of a barrier at all. Abby could feel his stiff ridge splitting her crease and riding her clit with every grinding swipe. She could barely hold on through the feel of it and his mouth expertly mastering hers, turning her into a wanton who only cared about meeting her sexual needs.

  Every brush of Rodrigo’s body against hers that wasn’t met with skin-on-skin contact made Abby want to scream. She bit Rodrigo’s lip—the only way to break the kiss—and yanked at the back hem of his shirt. “Take off your shirt.” A tearing sound rent through the kitchen as she pulled. “Please.”

  Giving her just a few inches of breathing room, Rodrigo touched his lower lip first and bared his teeth like an animal after a meal. Pulling his finger from his mouth, Rodrigo came away with a drop of blood. He wiped the smear of bright red on his clothes, then pulled off his long-sleeved T-shirt and tossed it aside, baring his upper body all the way down to his low waist, where his jeans and underwear barely held on to his hips. Rope after rope of thickly corded muscle greeted Abby everywhere she looked, creating a frame worthy of the fittest Olympic athlete sent down from the heavens by the Greek gods themselves.

  “Oh my dear God.” Abby’s legs spread wider of their own volition, and her sex swelled at the eyeful of beautiful male form and dark tan skin before her. “You got me wet the first time I saw you without a shirt on.” Words she had never thought to admit spilled out, the dam within no longer strong enough to stop them. Abby lifted her gaze back up to Rodrigo’s and trembled at the intensity in his stare. “You got me excited everywhere else the first time you opened your mouth. With the way you like to fight, I knew if you ever really came for me, I would be in big trouble.”

  A straight row of white teeth flashed as Rodrigo stepped back between Abby’s thighs. “I guess we’re in trouble, then.” He slipped his hands under her T-shirt and started pushing it up, gathering her loose cover-up with it. “Because I’m not walking away.” With that, he dipped down, pressed his mouth to her belly, and began kissing his way up her torso with every inch of skin he exposed.

  Rodrigo mixed in flicks with his tongue, grazes from his lips, and light sucking against Abby’s flesh every time he moved upward, leaving a trail of tingling knots of nerve endings along the way. Every time Rodrigo didn’t press his lips harder or take a nip from her naked skin—and when he bypassed her breasts without touching them—all that aching sensation rushed straight down to Abby’s core and tugged a hard line of painful need between her nipples and cunt. As Rodrigo kissed his way up her throat and around to her shoulder, he deftly removed her T-shirt and shawl-duster, leaving her nearly bare.

  His dark eyes bright, Rodrigo didn’t even glance to the side as he tossed her clothes right on top of his discarded shirt. “Take off your bra for me, Bit.” He reached into his underwear and pulled out his cock, letting the thick, dark length rest against the elastic waistband. “Your panties too.”

  Oh hell. Nerves almost got the better of Abby and made her laugh. She swallowed the reflex down just in time and managed to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. This is it.

  They were so close there could be no mistaking Rodrigo’s watching her every move. He kept his hand on his erection, circling the reddened head with the blunt pad of his thumb while he waited for her to make the next move. Since they were damp and clinging to her sex, practically showing everything off already, Abby lifted one hip and buttock at a time and wiggled her panties off and down her legs. Moist auburn curls clung to her pussy, and the scent of her excitement did battle with Rodrigo’s arousal, fighting for dominance in the too-warm room. Any other time in her life, Abby would have squeezed her thighs together or wished she were in bed under the covers. Tonight, she let her legs fall open as wide as she’d had them before, putting herself on display.

  “Shit.” Rodrigo sucked in air. As he took her in, he shoved his jeans and underwear down to his hips and began to stroke his dick from root to tip. “You are so fucking pretty all over.” He locked in on her fingers resting on the bra clasp between her breasts. “Show me the rest.”

  Abby undid the two small hooks and let the cups fall away. The straps slid down her arms, leaving her completely naked except for the skirt bunched around her waist and her black cowboy boots. She looked down at herself and couldn’t believe the boldness in her display.

  Rodrigo apparently liked what she did quite a lot.

  He grabbed her ankles and bent her legs up and wide apart, planting the heels of her boots on the counter. In doing so, he angled her hips and pussy right to the edge of the counter, opening her up for whatever he wanted to do.

  Reaching back, Rodrigo palmed his wallet out of his back pocket. “Rub your nipples,” he told her as he pulled out a condom packet and tore it open. He did it with expert hands and without ever breaking eye contact with Abby. “Make them hard for me.”

  The command in his order, which would have annoyed Abby to no end at any other time, made her heart rate kick up in double time to a point where she would swear it pounded visibly against her breast.

  I want to do what he tells me.

  As that truth hit Abby, her sex drenched with more moisture and pooled on the counter, giving her away. Rodrigo paused for a split second, the rolled-up condom poised between two fingers. Dipping down, he ran the flat of his tongue over the sliver of counter available between Abby’s thighs, licked up the evidence of her arousal, and murmured an appreciative noise as he straightened up and wiped the edge of his mouth. The move only made Abby’s pussy even slicker and had her sliding her hands up her belly to her breasts, touching the tips as Rodrigo wanted her to do.

  One touch of her hands and Abby knew teasing just her nipples wouldn’t be enough. She squeezed both small mounds of flesh, understanding from experience that she loved the whole of her breasts touched and pinched and pleasured. Abby rolled the heels of her hands against the outsides of her tits; she scraped her trimmed fingernails over her nipples and all over her flesh, leaving lines of red everywhere on her pale skin. Soon Abby’s nipples were tight, painful beads of mauve-colored flesh, and she couldn’t keep from writhing on the counter in response to the endless line of straining nerve endings inside her reaching for some kind of release.

  “Hell, Bit.” Rodrigo rolled the condom on his rearing length, his attention still riveted on her. “Don’t stop teasing yourself.” He swooped down and pressed a kiss to her mound, his gaze still up on hers. “Keep going just like that.” One blink later, Rodrigo licked down and buried his face in her pussy.

  Abby tried to jerk away from the first burst of concentrated pleasure, but Rodrigo hooked his arms around her thighs and kept her in place for a thorough mapping of her cunt. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit over and over again, almost to the point of making her come, only to then take direct contact off and move lower to slowly thrust that same wicked tongue into her pussy. Rodrigo alternated back and forth a
half dozen times, putting Abby on the razor’s edge and into a place where she thought she might shove her own fingers onto her clit to get relief. Instead, she dug the heels of her boots into the Formica countertop and pumped herself into Rodrigo’s brand of torment, begging him without words to make her come.

  In a shot, Rodrigo pulled off and rose to his full height, tangling his hand into her hair again. “You don’t come without my being inside you this time.” His stare on her shone hotter than Georgia asphalt in the middle of summer. Rodrigo put his thumb on her chin and forced her mouth to open. Lowering his lips to hers, he uttered, “Taste how excited you are for this,” and kissed her deeply, transferring her essence from his mouth to hers.

  Abby had never tasted herself before and had definitely never experienced a man groaning with obvious pleasure at the additional layer of intimacy he’d added to their kiss. She’d had boyfriends before, but none of them had ever wrenched such physical and emotional responses out of her as Abby had experienced the last few days with Rodrigo and Braden.

  Wait. Abby went stock-still even as her entire body continued to flame with roaring life. She wedged her fingers in between her and Rodrigo’s lips and looked into the eyes of one of the two sexiest men she knew. Everything inside her pulsated like one giant nerve ending that just needed one good rub to split with screaming joy into a thousand more, but she couldn’t help the nag at her conscience. “What about Braden?”

  Rodrigo growled and nipped the tip of her finger. “I’ll fuck him later.” His eyes flashed black onyx as he scraped her mouth with his again. “Right now I only want you.”

  Abby clung to Rodrigo’s kiss. He felt so right against her and between her legs, but pale green eyes haunted her too. “I don’t know if this is right without him.”

  His forehead pressed to hers, Rodrigo slipped his hand between Abby’s thighs and nudged one finger into her snug sheath, drawing out yet another shiver. “Tell me this doesn’t feel right.” He pumped his long middle digit in and out of her pussy, grazing her sweet spot in time with the press of his thumb against her clit. “I dare you.”

  Abby clenched her teeth as her channel pulsated around Rodrigo’s questing digit. “It feels perfect.”

  Relentless in the slow glide of his invasion, Rodrigo continued to drive Abby closer to the edge of sanity. He whispered hotly with his mouth fused to hers, “Tell me you don’t think Braden would do the same or won’t get hard as hell hearing about it while lying in bed between you and me later on tonight. I know I would.” Rodrigo’s pupils flared, drowning out the brown. “Jealousy included or not. I think you’d have your fingers right where mine are now if you’d heard he and I were the ones on this counter right now.”

  Abby couldn’t hold back the whimper of pleasure Rodrigo’s enticing imagery pulled out of her. Her fingers dug into his forearm, and she was barely able to breathe, let alone speak as she rode his incredible roving digit. “I would.”

  “And Braden would too.”

  “Oh yeah, yeah…” Abby bit her lip, fighting to keep some semblance of a clear head through what Rodrigo did to her, but to also allow that other amazing man sharing her bed into her thoughts. “You’re right. Braden would like to hear about it. No!” She reached for Rodrigo when he took his finger away.

  “It’s part of why you like him so much.” Still, without looking away from her eyes, Rodrigo rubbed his cock along Abby’s slit and fitted the head to her entrance. He rested himself right there but did not nudge so much as a millimeter inside her body.

  “Yeah,” Abby agreed. Braden’s provocative behavior and comments of late filled Abby’s head, mixing with everything so very volatile about Rodrigo right in front of her right now. She couldn’t lie to this man and knew he wouldn’t want it. “It is.”

  His voice ragged, that dark gaze flashing, Rodrigo said, “It’s part of why I like him so much too.”

  The second that rough confession slipped out of Rodrigo, he drove Abby’s head into the cabinet with the force of his kiss and pierced his cock into her cunt at the same time, taking her body to its farthest depths with first penetration. Abby cried out at the sharp, fast invasion and trembled as her channel clenched all around Rodrigo’s shaft, her body already working furiously to keep him inside.

  Groaning low and deep, Rodrigo wedged his hands under Abby’s ass. He muttered, his voice guttural, “Hold on to me.” His eyes were glistening pools of black. He dug his blunt fingers into her buttocks and yanked her somehow closer to him. “I want this so much I fucking can’t go slow this time.”

  Abby’s pussy fluttered all around Rodrigo in automatic answer. He jerked, and Abby wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles against the small of his back. “Then don’t.” She braced her elbows on his shoulders and crossed her arms around the back of his head, holding on everywhere. “Take me however you want.” She rocked her hips to meet the slide of his cock, increasing the friction. “Take me until we both come.”

  “Jesus, Bit.” Rodrigo dipped down and snagged her lips with his, his gaze lit with wildfire. “Don’t help kill me too fast.”

  “Have to.” She clung to him and kissed him back, desperate to deepen the connection everywhere. The shivery sensations in her pussy increased to a deep, pulsating throb, and she felt her toehold on reality slip away. “I don’t want to lose it alone.”

  “Shit.” Rodrigo repeated the curse in Spanish and lifted Abby right off the counter. “I always knew you’d be amazing.” He shoved her hips downward and thrust his cock up simultaneously, splitting her apart and burying himself to the hilt. He did it again and again and again, and Abby screamed inside with joy at the punishing pace Rodrigo set. Rodrigo matched her internal cry with grunts and moans out loud, and each noise from him pushed Abby to greater heights of pleasure.

  So good. Abby pushed down and helped Rodrigo take her with even more vigor. I want to see him lose control.

  She tunneled her hands in his dark, silky locks and yanked his head back, determined to steal his breath away with one of his own signature controlling kisses. With her fingers tangled in his hair, Abby pulled it to a point where she knew it would sting, but she couldn’t hold back or give any less than the punishing fucking he delivered her. Abby pushed against Rodrigo’s jaw with clawing fingers, uncaring if she left scratches even though she hardly had nails worth mentioning. Using force, she jammed her way past Rodrigo’s lips and sank her tongue into his mouth, probing and licking and sucking and dragging more moans out of him.

  “Yes.” Rodrigo’s eyes glazed with lust. “Fuck my mouth the way I’m gonna fuck yours soon.” He shoved her back onto the counter, ramming his cock into her pussy as far as it would go.

  Abby screamed “yes” and went at Rodrigo with a thrusting, base kiss that matched each piston-fast pump of his hips. Slapping noises of skin hitting skin permeated the sex-drenched air in the kitchen, and that just seemed to push both of them to greater heights. With one more rough piercing from Rodrigo’s prick, Abby felt the knotting twist and pull between her belly and pussy, and her clit and cunt started to pulse in a way that sent spiking shots of adrenaline all through her body.

  The line deep within Abby’s core pulled tauter and tauter, and her limbs tensed in a rigid way she’d never felt before. No longer kissing him, Abby searched Rodrigo’s gaze and tried to scramble backward on the counter. “Rodrigo…”

  “No.” He locked his arm around her lower back, tying her to him. “Don’t pull back now.” He moved his hand lower and slipped his middle finger into her ass crack, teasing the hidden skin. “Let me feel it, Bit.” His tone commanding but soft, each word Rodrigo breathed caressed her sensitized lips. He took her mouth and ordered, “Do it now. Let me feel you come on me.”

  He flicked just the very tip of his tongue to hers, and for Abby, it was as if he’d gone down on her and kissed her aching clit. Abby keened as the earthquake of pleasure rocked through her. Letting go of Rodrigo, Abby looked down at where they were connected, at wh
ere she pulsated around every single inch of Rodrigo’s dark, buried cock.

  Oh dear God. It’s so beautiful.

  Just seeing him inside her brought on a second wave of sharp, bone-shattering contractions in her cunt. Abby braced her hands and boots on the countertop and pumped herself onto Rodrigo’s cock, riding his length in long, measured strokes, somehow pushing through and fighting the pleasure he wrung out of her.

  “Oh fuck, Rodrigo…” Abby glanced up at him, almost frightened by the intensity of attraction and physical desire she felt for him. “I think I can come again.” She let go with one hand and delved down to the top of her slit for a hard rub over her clit.

  “Shit, baby, shit.” Rodrigo groaned and jerked within her, swelling against her snug channel. “Fucking let me see you do it.”

  Unearthing her clit fully, Abby held herself open in a raw display of need. “Smack it for me.” She gritted her teeth as she flooded just by saying those words to Rodrigo. “Just—ohh God—once.”

  Rodrigo growled and tapped at the exposed bead of bloodred flesh once, twice, three times, harder each time. On the third Abby exploded all over again, shaking and crying out as she came again, her pussy clamping down in repeated lines around Rodrigo’s cock, harder than before.

  The moment Abby split apart, Rodrigo grabbed on to her hips and shuddered almost violently, losing himself too. A hoarse, rough noise escaped him, and he dragged Abby’s mouth to his, latching on with crushing command as he released his seed in sharp consecutive pumps, warming Abby within, even through the condom.

  For a long, drawn-out minute afterward, they rested their foreheads against each other and just breathed in tandem, living in the blur of each other’s eyes. Abby could feel Rodrigo’s heartbeat without touching his chest and then wondered why she’d want to keep her hands off this man.