She would have gone insane with worry if Robby had followed in his father’s footsteps and joined the Army. Rissa suppressed a shiver and interrupted the happy reunion. “So, what have you got to show us, Emilio?”
* * * * *
The thrill of driving home in her new car and the adrenaline rush from the amazing deal JD’s uncle had given her had Rissa jacked up. Yet neither could touch her anticipation of what would happen when they got home.
She found staying within the speed limit to be one of the hardest things she’d ever done. At each stoplight they made eye contact in the rearview mirror, increasing the need humming through her. Rissa had never wanted a man half as much as she hungered for JD. She could almost taste their combined lust in the humid summer air.
Pulling into her assigned parking space with a squeal of tires, she jumped from the car and raced up the stairs. She left the front door open, dropped her purse in the entryway and started to strip, leaving a trail of clothes in her wake.
With a hard kick, one shoe flew into the living room. Not missing a step, the next landed in the hallway. The peach blouse she yanked off now hung from a wall sconce. She had no idea where her chocolate brown skirt or panties had landed, but on the way into her bedroom she looped the strap of her pink lace bra over the doorknob.
Crawling onto the center of her four-poster bed, Rissa lay on her side facing the doorway. She bent one arm and propped her chin in her hand. The other arm followed along her curves, fingers trailing down to tangle in the soft curls covering her mound.
She’d decorated her bedroom in rich, warm colors and sensual materials for just such a moment. The lighting, although dim, was enough to see everything that mattered. Her skin felt stretched tight and her heart pounded in her ears as she impatiently waited.
JD stepped into the doorway, still fully dressed, her panties dangling from his fingertips. He leaned against the doorframe, lifted the material to his face and took a deep breath. He looked so damn sexy. And for the night, he was hers.
Every muscle tensed and Rissa swore she felt his hard exhaled breath against the throbbing flesh between her thighs. She trembled in expectation as he leaned casually in the doorway, his gaze leisurely traveling over every inch of bare skin. How the hell did he remain so calm and collected when she felt like a tightly wound coil ready to snap?
Without a word, he straightened and took a slow step forward. The heat of his dark gaze never left her as he moved closer. Fisting his shirt, he tugged the material free of his jeans and dragged it up his body. Mesmerized by his movements, not even a bomb blast would have drawn her attention from the tanned flesh revealed inch by torturously slow inch.
Chiseled muscles rippled over his washboard abdomen. Her gaze followed the solid planes and angles as his torso broadened into a magnificent chest with solid pecs and flat, dark nipples she hungered to touch, to taste. Mmm…she’d love to lick every swirling line of that sexy tattoo covering the beefy muscles of his left arm. A light dusting of dark hair on his chest narrowed to a thin line disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.
God, the worn denim had driven her to distraction all afternoon. Faded blue, almost white near his groin, slung low on trim hips and cupping his muscular thighs to perfection.
He stayed still as she looked him over. As their eyes met, Rissa became lost in the intense fires burning in the dark pools. No man had ever looked at her with such undiluted longing. It did funny things to her insides. Thousands of butterflies took flight in her belly and her heart felt stretched, swollen with a barrage of emotions.
His hands slid over his abdomen and her gaze dropped to watch dexterous fingers work the fastener and draw down the zipper. JD leaned over, blocking her view as he pulled the denim toward his bare feet. Shoes she hadn’t noticed him kick off lay on the floor near the doorway.
Tossing his pants to the side, JD rose to his full height and Rissa nearly swallowed her tongue. Sweet Jesus! She may have taken on more than she could handle. But what a damn good time she’d have giving it her all.
His thick, ruddy shaft hung heavily between his widespread legs. Roped with plump veins and capped with a broad crown, a bead of fluid glistened at the slit. But what drove her crazy was the gold, open hoop with small balls capping each end that pierced his crown.
Rissa’s mouth went dry for a moment before flooding with saliva as she imagined taking his beautiful cock in her mouth. And her pussy—Christ! Her pussy clenched and hot cream slid over sensitive tissues to coat her inner thighs as she contemplated the wonderful friction of her body stretching to accommodate that big cock. Before the night was over she intended to know how that piercing felt thrusting into her aching body.
Long fingers fisted his shaft, tugging upward and giving her a glimpse of the hefty sac drawn up close to his body.
“JD,” she pleaded, unable to lift her gaze from the solid fist squeezing and gliding over his cock. Thankfully he understood and took the last few steps bringing him to the edge of the mattress.
Rissa couldn’t remain still or wait any longer. She’d waited too long for this. Her body took over, moving before the conscious thought formed in her head. His hand dropped away as her fingers slid over the hot, silken skin, her fingertips learning his shape, tracing pulsing veins. Over the super-smooth head, around the thick ridge, against a spot on the underside where the hoop disappeared. A spot that made the thick flesh jerk within her grasp.
Her fingers barely met around the shaft beneath his crown. As she slid her hand farther her fist was forced wider, fingertips losing contact at the substantial base. She leaned in closer, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, drinking in his heady scent. He smelled hot and masculine, like long steamy nights.
Opening her eyes, she met his heavy-lidded gaze as she stuck out her tongue and captured the fluid dripping from his slit. He cursed as she hummed in appreciation of his salty male flavor then lightly tugged his piercing. One small taste wasn’t enough. She wanted—needed more.
Rissa held his gaze as her tongue circled the head, quickly becoming addicted to the invigorating taste of JD, spice and pure sin. She knelt on the bed before him, breathless, holding the hard length in her hand, drawing the large head into her mouth. A riot of energy surged through her, making her feel more alive than she had in years—wild, feminine, powerful. She moaned, sucked at his crest and flicked her tongue on the sensitive spot underneath. The sharp hiss she drew from him sent excited shivers racing along her spine.
JD’s fingers bunched in her hair, flexed, tightened. The slight bite of pain made her scalp tingle and she sucked harder.
“Rissa.” His voice had turned rough, raspy. The command in his tone had her gaze snapping to his face. “Stop.”
Stop? She didn’t want to stop. Her mouth watered to suck him deeper. She swallowed hard, hungering for the hot wash of his cum in the back of her throat.
“Lay back on the bed and spread your legs, baby.”
Oh, okay. That sounded promising.
Small spasms shimmered along the walls of her sex and she scrambled to follow his command. She glanced at him and shivered. JD stood tall and confident, the embodiment of pure masculine power and carnal need. One hundred percent alpha and sexier than hell.
On quivering limbs, she moved to the center of the bed, overwhelmed with lust, restlessly rubbing her thighs together.
He growled her name and she trembled as heat spread from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. Dominant men irritated the hell out of her. She’d contemplate why in this situation, this man taking control turned her on…later. For the time being she planned on living in the moment and drowning in the pleasure gathering within her core.
“Spread those gorgeous legs and let me see how wet you are for me.”
Testing his control, she moved with slow deliberation, bending her knees and sliding her feet toward her bottom. Anticipation and hunger flickered in his eyes as she let her knees fall to the bed, spreading her wide.
“Use your fingers. Spread those pouty lips.”
JD fisted his hands at his sides in an effort to hold himself in check when everything in him screamed to be greedy, grab Rissa and take what he wanted. There had been a brief moment she’d bristled over his taking control but there was no hiding her body’s heated response. Her nipples tightened into hard pebbles and thick cream glistened on the flushed folds she bared for him. He’d sensed her need to give up that iron-fisted control. To let someone else take responsibility, allowing her to simply feel.
Her internal struggle had played out on her expressive face, from the crinkling of her forehead with deep thought to the white teeth gnawing on her plump lower lip and the shiver of anticipation when Rissa surrendered to her desire.
When her lips had parted and she’d drawn his cock head into the damp heat of her mouth, his balls had clenched and he’d almost come from the unbearable pleasure of her teasing tongue. He wasn’t selfish enough to let it happen. The vital drive to ensure this amazing woman reached satisfaction first pulled him back from the edge of climax. He intended to watch her orgasm several times before indulging his own needs.
Unashamed of her nakedness or vulnerability, Rissa’s fingers circled her clit, stroked her wet slit and two plunged into her pussy. Glazed eyes watched him from beneath dark lashes as her hips thrust, riding her hand.
While he enjoyed observing, JD wanted to deliver her pleasure. He took her wrist in a loose fist and drew her fingers from her body, pinning her with his hungry stare as he brought the wet digits to his lips. She moaned as he sucked her fingers into his mouth, noisily slurping up her bold, musky essence. In that moment, he knew her taste would be the ultimate addiction, one he’d never manage to get enough of or completely satisfy his craving for.
He released her wrist and climbed onto the bed between her legs, right where he’d longed to be since the first time he saw Rissa sitting on a cooler in that tiny blue bikini.
Taking her hands, he guided them to her slick folds, positioning her fingers holding back her wet, flushed flesh. “Keep your hands there, spreading that pussy wide for me. And keep those eyes on me, baby.”
Chapter Five
After placing a sweet kiss on her butterfly tattoo, JD moved between her legs, his broad shoulders wedging her thighs so far apart the muscles strained. The man was sin incarnate—from the top of his shaved head to his tattooed biceps and pierced cock. And his naughty grin. Lord, that wide smile melted Rissa faster than chocolate in the Florida sun.
The incandescent heat of his dark gaze sizzled across her bare skin and held her captive as his head lowered. She needed his tongue on her clit with a vicious desperation. The warm brush of his breath over her heated flesh had Rissa crying out with incoherent mumblings. Her eyes slammed shut and her head thrashed from side to side. Time and place lost all meaning as she held her breath, waiting for the first touch, knowing in her heightened state of arousal it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge.
“No, open your eyes.”
At his command her eyes opened but he made her wait. Finally, after what could have been seconds or hours, his tongue glided up her slit then grazed over her quivering clit. The hot, wet caress filled every muscle with tension.
“Damn, you taste sweet.”
His words echoed in her ears as his lips closed around her clit. She clutched at his head, fingers slipping over the smooth skin until landing on his ears, which she held to keep his wicked mouth right there on her pussy where she so desperately needed him.
“Uh-uh,” he chastised. “Put those fingers back where I told you to keep them.”
She rushed to comply, eager for more. Once her hands were back in position, he sucked her engorged nub and lashed it with his tongue. That was all it took to send her flying. She screamed his name as a powerful orgasm detonated in her core and shot out to every sensitized nerve ending.
He lapped at her liquid response, refusing to let the tension ebb. Stiffening his tongue, he circled her clit before moving lower to fuck her opening. The walls of her channel pulsed as he tongued her, fast and energetic. One orgasm blended into another in an endless succession as Rissa soared and dipped, flying higher and higher.
He never stopped, barely paused, mercilessly driving her from one shattering peak to another, again and again, not staying in any one spot too long. Her thighs trembled weakly, yet she kept her legs spread wide, numb fingers holding her open for him. He thrust three fingers into her pussy, stroked her G-spot with a come-hither motion that drove her crazy. He didn’t ease back until she no longer had any strength to hold on and collapsed into a heap.
Her breasts were swollen, achy. Rissa lifted her hands from the mattress and cupped them, plucking at her pebbled nipples. Heat rose through her body as JD paid close attention to how she handled her breasts.
“That’s so hot, baby.” He lifted to his knees and moved up her body until he straddled her torso and his heavy cock bobbed above her hands. “Press them nice and close so I can fuck those beautiful breasts.”
She loosened her grip, made a channel for his cock between the full globes then molded her breasts around him. JD’s hands covered hers on her breasts then his hips rocked forward. As the crown pushed past her cleavage, Rissa tucked her chin and licked the silken knob, rewarded by his deep moan. On the next pass she sucked the head into her mouth and tugged at his piercing with her tongue.
JD’s head fell back between his shoulders with a mumbled curse. His cock slid back and forth, her saliva creating a slippery path to ease his way. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, Rissa moaned and her hips bucked.
She’d read about this in some of her books but never thought it would be enjoyable for the woman. She’d been so wrong. The eroticism of sucking at the head of his cock while it thrust between her breasts and both their hands pleasured the mounds was a huge turn-on. The proof of her arousal soaked into the sheets beneath her.
JD continued to fuck her breasts and she experimented, gently scraping her teeth over his crown and tugging harder on his piercing. He gasped, thrust faster but then pulled back and with an agonized expression, squeezed the base of his shaft tight. “Not yet. I want to be in you when I come.”
He climbed from the bed then quickly returned, rolling a condom over his rock-hard cock. He knelt between her legs, lifted her hips and placed two pillows under her bottom. Leaning down, he latched on to one puckered red nipple and sucked it against the roof of his mouth. She moaned and pumped her hips.
“Look at me, Rissa.” Lost in the moment, she didn’t immediately respond. JD pressed the tip of his cock against her fluttering entrance.
“I want you to see who’s making love to you.”
Making love? Her eyes sprang open wide and she met his intense stare.
No. Her heart slammed against her breastbone. This wasn’t love. It was just sex. She whimpered, struggled to suppress the emotions trying to break free but did as he asked, keeping her eyes trained on him.
JD stared into her eyes as he pressed into her body, stretching her to accommodate his thick girth. His piercing rolled over highly sensitive tissues, creating stunning sensations that had her walls tightening on him. She thought it impossible for there to be more, yet he continued to push into her until his balls rested snug to her ass and his crown nestled against her cervix.
“You’re so tight…hot…wet,” JD praised.
He held still, allowing her to adjust, savoring the moment. Rissa had other ideas and wiggled beneath him, rolling her hips, enticing him to thrust. After several erratic heartbeats, he pulled back until only the crest remained within her. Her legs shot around his hips, locking them together. He chuckled. As if he could leave the snug grasp of her hot pussy.
No, now that he’d discovered paradise in Rissa’s arms he wouldn’t be going anywhere.
He wanted all of her, was dying for the taste of her. Their lips met, joined in a soft and tender kiss. She opened and as his tongue took h
er mouth, he thrust his hips in counterpoint. They moved together, Rissa meeting him with matching fervor. The passion built, escalating along with the force of his thrusts. His head swam, intoxicated by how readily she responded to his every touch.
JD was getting close. Too close. The skin covering his balls stretched taut and the telltale tingling gathered at the base of his spine. Wanting to make their first time together last, he reluctantly pulled from the tight clench of her pussy.
“Nooo!” Rissa cried and made a mad grab for him. He moved faster, grasped her hips and turned her onto her stomach.
“Relax. We’re far from finished.”
The tension in her body eased marginally with his reassurance. She’d surprised him earlier with her eager submission. He decided to push her a bit more to discover how much she’d be willing to surrender and how deeply it would affect her.
“On your knees,” he ordered. “Shoulders on the mattress.”
She scrambled to comply and JD’s lips stretched into a goofy grin. Oh yeah, she was primed and anxious to give up control, which worked for him. He loved when a woman entrusted him to provide for both their pleasure.
Her knees were spread wide, her luscious ass thrust proudly upward, presenting a temptation he refused to ignore. His palm landed with a resounding smack that jiggled her right cheek and surprised a squeak out of Rissa. He waited, gave the warmth a few seconds to kick in and sure enough, she lifted her ass higher, seeking more. He spanked her left cheek twice before returning to the right, delighted by her sultry moan.
“Fuck, Rissa! You’re perfect.”
He rubbed her pinkened cheeks, spreading the heat, leaned forward and nibbled on one fleshy, rounded globe. He had to get back inside her, buried balls-deep, their skin slapping together with each hard thrust.
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