Running Wild

by Susan Andersen

  The idea of ground rules generated an unfamiliar resistance. It didn’t make sense since he was generally all about laying his cards on the table. Still... “There are no rules in sex.”

  “Please. There are rules in everything.”

  “Like places I can’t touch you?” he demanded. “Things you won’t let me do?” His gaze was slow and thorough as it traveled over her from the top of her head to where his fully clothed body met the blond triangle where they’d fit together if he were as naked as she. He winced slightly at the abrasions she’d gathered on her trip through the rapids this morning, but didn’t lose track of his goal. Meeting her eyes once again, he licked his lips. “Because I can make you like them all.”

  “Ooh.” She performed a sensuous little supine wiggle, which did interesting things to her beautiful beige-nippled breasts. “I like the sound of that. But I’m talking more about what happens when the sexin’ is done.”

  Some of the heat dimmed in her eyes and for the first time she avoided his gaze. “I’m not good at relationships. So that’s not what this will be.”

  Best of all worlds, he assured himself. Just sex, with none of the clinging and being overburdened with all her personal shit.

  And yet... “Define not good.”

  “I just...don’t do them. I’ve tried occasionally, but either I mess things up or I actually do things right, but people disappear from my life, anyhow. Either way, I learned a long time ago it’s easier just not to have expectations.” She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it off her face. “Look,” she said, pinning him in place with the weightiness of her attention, “I know I have issues I’m long overdue addressing. But who can afford therapy?”

  “Someone with insurance?”

  “Yeah, okay, those people. But unless I get hired on another movie like the one I had to turn down, that’s not even a glimmer on my horizon.” She essayed a facial shrug. “I’ve told you what I do for a living. It’s hardly in the neighborhood of a nine-to-five gig loaded with Bennies.” She looked at him through a pale forest of lashes. “And frankly, Kavanagh? You don’t sound like a steady-relationship kind of guy, yourself.”

  “I haven’t been so far, although I’ve told you that may change. But whether it does or it doesn’t, I have a condition of my own.”

  The look she leveled on him was chock-full of suspicion. “And what might that be?”

  “We agree to be honest with each other. If something doesn’t work we say so and why.”

  “Isn’t that what we’re doing already? Neither of us has been particularly shy about voicing our opinions.”

  “True. But there’s just something about sex and ch—” Recognizing trouble when he heard it tripping off his own tongue, he shut the hell up.

  Unfortunately, too late. “Tell me you were not about to say sex and chicks,” she said.

  “Okay, I wasn’t going to say—”

  She gave him a shot to the shoulder. “You so were!”

  He grasped her wrists and pressed them down on the mattress next to her head. “You might not want to get too handsy with me, darlin’. When you’re this close, touching me and wearing nothing but that pretty, pretty skin, my dick’s all about the naked wrestling.”

  “And yet in your mind it’s women who can’t stay rational when sex is on the menu.”

  “I know,” he said deep in his throat and bent his head to kiss the side of her neck. God, she tasted sweet. “What was I thinking?” He pressed another openmouthed kiss a bit lower, smiling a little when her breath hitched and she shifted restlessly beneath him. “Do you really want to spend our one night in an honest-to-God bed arguing about this?”

  “No.” She licked her lips. “I want you to get naked, too.”

  “I can do that.” He shoved back and rose to his feet at the end of the bed. Looking at her bare sprawl atop the bed made him feel almost as if he might start to beg. Jesus, he could almost hear the words pouring from his mouth—please, baby, please, baby, please.

  He stiffened. Finn Kavanagh didn’t beg any woman. Ripping his shirt off over his head, he tossed it aside the moment it cleared his face. Then he focused his attention back on her.

  She lay with her hands where he’d placed them, next to her face, her fingers loosely curled toward her palms. Her thighs, however, were pressed together as if to hide that gorgeous little blond pelt between them, which he now knew, even if he couldn’t currently see all of it, had been waxed from the midway point of her labial lips down. “Spread your legs.”

  “What?” she said blankly. But he noticed that her nipples shot on point.

  His cock followed suit. “You heard me. I’ll strip for you but I want to see that sweet pu—” The word dried on his tongue as she did what she was told and spread them. “Jesus,” he whispered hoarsely. “That’s gotta be one of the wonders of the world. America oughta have a national monument dedicated to it.”

  “Yeah, maybe they could add it to Mount Rushmore,” she agreed drily. “They have all those busts of American presidents. All that’s missing is Deluca’s vajiggy.”

  He laughed, shoved his pants down his legs and kicked free. “Bet you’d have a helluva lot more climbers scaling you than Roosevelt’s nose.”

  He wasn’t sure if she heard him; she’d pushed up onto her elbows and seemed pretty preoccupied with staring at his dick, which had sprung out in happy relief when he’d released it from the constriction of his khakis. She licked her lips.

  He licked his own. “Wanna kiss it?” He knew he should stop talking trash to her, but he couldn’t help himself, he got such a charge out of teasing her. Mostly she was a shock-proof, take-no-prisoners kind of woman. But she had these little pockets of innocence, times when he could tell he had shocked her, and he loved finding—and exploiting—them.

  Apparently this wasn’t one of those times, however, for she merely said, “Yes,” and rolled up onto all fours to cat prowl across the bed toward him.

  And oh, sweet mother Mary, watching her coming at him just fried his brain.

  She halted inches away and without hesitation leaned right in to press a prim little close-lipped kiss on the head of his dick.

  Finn’s breath exploded from his lungs, which seemed to tickle her, for she shot him a faint knowing smile. Then without taking her eyes from his face, she lapped the flat of her tongue up the length of his cock and bumped over the flange of the head to the slit in its crown. She took her time tickling that with the tip of her tongue.

  Watching it happen, feeling it and seeing her open her mouth wider to suck him inside, he bent to grab her shoulders. Hardest thing he’d ever done, but he couldn’t believe what a hair trigger she gave his dick every time she came near it.

  The maneuver pushed his hips away from her even as he hauled her up onto her knees. Ordinarily he wasn’t one to turn down a blow job, but nothing about sex with Magdalene was goddamn ordinary. He wasn’t thrilled about it, but he didn’t have the first idea how he’d go about reversing the phenomenon. Where she was concerned, years of experience seemed to go up in smoke.

  But, dammit, he was more experienced than she was—he’d put money on it. And if he couldn’t take command of this situation, right here, right now, he might as well turn in his man card.

  There wasn’t a woman on earth had the power to make him do that. “You under the illusion you’re in charge here?”

  “Who said anything about being in charge? You asked if I wanted to kiss it, I said yes and I kissed it.” She grinned at him. “French-kissed it, in fact. If you didn’t want me to, why ask?”

  Yeah, Kavanagh, why ask? Hell if he planned to tell her he’d thought it was a way to keep the upper hand. So he ignored the question. “I like you on your hands and knees. But turn around.”

  He loved the way sexual direction seemed to turn her on. She was by no stretch of the imagination a compliant woman. Yet without protest, she whipped around and presented him with the curve of her long, pale back and that pretty heart
-shaped ass—which she wiggled at him as she looked at him over her shoulder.

  He gave one smooth cheek a spank with the flat of his hand as he climbed onto the bed to kneel behind her. “You are a saucy wench, I’ll give you that.”

  “You have no idea. Give me five minutes where I was a minute ago and I’ll show you just how saucy I can be.”

  That made his already hard cock impossibly harder, and he bent over her back. Reaching around her side with one hand, he palmed a breast even as he opened his mouth over the muscle where her right shoulder met her neck, gripping it lightly between his teeth.

  She froze beneath him. Then she shuddered.

  Whispered, “Oh, God, Finn!”

  And pressed her butt back against his hard-on. Her nipple turned diamond hard and he caught it between his thumb and index finger to give it closer attention.

  She began to pant.

  Jesus. She had to be the most responsive women he’d ever been with. Reluctant to abandon her plush tit, but needing one hand planted on the bed for stability, he smoothed the one he’d been teasing her with down her diaphragm, her abdomen. He dipped his forefinger briefly into the shallow cup of her navel before stroking it down the soft hair crowning her mound and into the wet, slick slit between her legs.

  Simultaneously, they inhaled sharp, deep breaths and he raised his head from her neck. Mags reached between them, groping for his cock.

  “Wait,” he said as her fingers closed around him and began tugging his dick toward her opening. “I want to look at you while I fuck you. I want to see you when you come.”

  She set him loose and flipped over onto her back, scooting up toward the boardless head of the bed. He dived face-first across the corner of the bed to hook the shoulder straps of his pack and haul it onto the mattress. It was already unzipped and he dug through it for his bag of condoms.

  It only took him seconds, yet it was enough time to realize that what he wanted with Magdalene wasn’t simple fucking. He wasn’t a complete cretin—he liked women. He didn’t think of them as just fucks.

  Okay, he occasionally did.

  But he’d never slept with a woman he didn’t genuinely enjoy talking to as well. But Mags...

  She was in a class of her own. And he wanted to make lo— No. He couldn’t say he ever did that. But he wanted to take his time with her.

  Show her a little tenderness, which he’d done damn little of last time.

  He grabbed out a handful on condoms and lifted his upper body back on the bed.

  Mags was lying on her side, her head propped in her hand, watching him. “Think you’ve got enough protection, there, cowboy?” She cut her eyes toward the wrappers in his fist and raised her brows.

  “For starters.”

  One corner of her mouth tilted up. “I have to say, I admire your confidence.”

  “Yeah?” He scooted up to face her, mimicking her posture. “You’re not exactly a slouch in that department, yourself.”

  She flashed him that pleased, sweet smile that grabbed him by the balls and showed no inclination to let loose every damn time he saw it.

  “That’s true, I’m not,” she agreed. But if she were trying to hide from him the way his saying so had tickled her, it wasn’t working.

  “Ah, man.” He reached to wrap a hand around her nape. “You do things to me, Magdalene. Crazy, wicked things that mess with my head.” And scooting closer, he moved in to kiss her.

  He’d been around the track more than a time or two—hell, more than Secretariat, Seattle Slew and War Admiral combined—so kissing should have been the least of what they planned to do to each other. Yet it didn’t feel like a “least.” It felt so damn fresh every time he kissed her amazing lips, every time he got within licking distance of her flavors. And he wanted more of them.

  He wanted them all. Including the ones he may have licked off his fingers, but had yet to taste from the source. So after what could have been fifteen seconds or the same number of minutes, he slid his mouth from hers to kiss his way down her throat. As his lips moved lower, he eased her over onto her back and propped himself over her, lowering his chest to rub against her breasts in a long, luxurious undulation.

  Her breath hitched in her throat for one second, two. Then she moaned low in her throat. He loved how responsive her nipples were and slowly he worked his way down to them. Cupping the full bottom curve of her right breast, he pressed it up to bring the hard bead of her nipple to his lowering mouth. Even as he wrapped his lips around it, he reached to toy with its mate.

  And that was all it took to make Mags’s hips perform a languid little horizontal bump and grind against the bed’s top sheet.

  Finn smiled against her breast, letting the nipple slide free. Releasing the other nipple he’d finessed, he scooted lower.

  “Oh,” she murmured in disappointed tones as she arched her back and shifted restively. “No. Don’t stop.”

  “I’ll give you something that’ll make you feel even better,” he promised. And slid down her body.

  He loved the feel of her skin. It was so smooth and so soft, and he mapped it beneath his fingertips as he kissed his way down her diaphragm, her rib cage, her abdomen. Nothing, however, compared to the sleek wet furrow between her legs when he lowered himself to exhale upon it and his fingers finally arrowed in on their target.

  “Oh,” she breathed. “Oh, yeah, that is even better. Omigawd, right there!” she commanded as his forefinger quit circling her clitoris and bumped over the little ball bearing straining out of its hood.

  But he was already sliding his finger down the slippery path bordered by plump outer lips and frilly inner ones until he reached her opening. Gently inserting a fingertip, he circled, dipping a bit deeper here, rubbing the ring protecting her entrance there. She started making breathy little noises and he had to resist the urge to either rock his cock against the sheets beneath them to get a little satisfaction for himself, or seat himself inside her to the root with one strong thrust.

  Her hips rose and he slicked his finger back up her slit and thumbed her lips open. Then, looking up to meet her heavy-lidded gaze as she pushed up on her elbows to stare down at him, he lapped her the same way she had his dick, from her opening to her clit.

  Another breathy “oh” exploded out of her throat and her elbows melted out from under her. She thrust her hips up as though trying to follow his tongue as it slipped down again to tickle the gates to her—what the hell had she called it, her vajiggy? Blocking everything else from his mind, he pressed her splayed thighs flat against the sheets. When he was sure she’d stay the way he’d left her—wide-open to him—he concentrated on driving her over the edge with his mouth and his fingers.

  He could feel her getting closer...closer. But he continued to tease her, to bring her close only to back off. Finally, circling her clit with his lips, he tickled it with the tip of his tongue, then softly sucked. And hands gripping his hair, she exploded with a high-pitched little moan he took to be her version of a scream.

  He stayed with her until the last clench and release faded and the hips she’d thrust ceilingward settled back on the bed. Then he pushed back and grabbed one of the rubbers he’d dumped on the mattress. Within seconds he was suited up and he dropped over her, catching himself on the palms planted by her shoulders. He thumbed down his erection, then aligned the head of his dick with her canal and slowly sank into the hot vise that was Magdalene’s sex. It wrapped around him like a Chinese finger puzzle, enclosing him, enveloping him, clutching at his cock when he retracted his hips, massaging it with lubricious strength when he thrust deep again.

  “God,” he panted and lowered his head to kiss her for long seconds, minutes, years. When he finally raised his head, he gazed down at her. Her cheeks and lips were flushed with the blood that had risen to the surface of her skin and her eyes were heavy lidded and hot, the blue bluer than her day-to-day color. Please, baby, please, baby, please. “You are so fucking hot and you feel so good. I could rock ins
ide you for years. Decades.”

  “Centuries,” she said, tightening around him. Her head tipped back on her pillow, turning restlessly from one side to the other. The position thrust her breasts up at him. “You make me feel so-o-o good, Finn. You’re so hard and you touch me in places...oh!” He’d shoved her knees up and caught her thighs in the crook of his elbows as he fell forward, tilting her pelvis to give him a straight shot to her G-spot. He wanted desperately to hammer inside her like a runaway pile driver, but gritted his teeth as he held himself to a slow in-an-out. But his testicles were drawing up and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. Please, baby, please, baby, please.

  Dipping his head he captured her nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

  “Oh, gawd,” she panted. “Oh, my...harder?” she said hopefully. “Please, Finn, a little harder.”

  He thought she meant the pressure on her nipple, but her hands slapped down on his ass and tugged him to her.

  “That’s it, baby,” he muttered and pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. Pulled back and slammed in.

  And bless her, Mags’s breath started that “Oh, God, I wanna come, I wanna come, I wanna come” rhythm that signified she was close. He adjusted her hips a fraction of an inch until he felt his cock slide against a knotty roughness again. Thrusting hard, he held, oscillating his hips to stay in contact with the spot.

  And she almost—almost—screamed his name as she clenched and released around him, her breath shuddery and fast, and her fingernails raking across his hard cheeks, almost but luckily not quite scraping furrows in them.

  It set off his own climax and he ejaculated hard and long inside the channel that still clasped him so securely.

  When the last shudder of satisfaction faded, he disengaged his inner arms from behind her knees and carefully straightened out her legs. Then he slid in a heap atop her. He was wiped out, but raised himself long enough to look down at her. “You tell me this was a one-time thing again and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

  She blinked up at him, then gave him a sleepy smile. “Got it. Luckily for me, I guess, I had no plans to tell you that.”