by Cathryn Fox
Heat chased away the last of her unease. “So good,” she murmured. His nostrils flared as he watched her, and it made her want to tease him, to make him moan. She rubbed her nipples, and threw her head back as a soft moan of pleasure rose from her throat. “Oh, yes.”
“Yeah, like that,” he groaned.
Her gaze went to his and met with desire. This man really wants me.
“Tell me how you’re going to fuck the hell out of me,” she whispered, wanting to do all the dirty things dancing in his eyes—all the things she craved.
He went still…perfectly still as his eyes devoured her. None too gently, he grabbed her hand. “I’d rather show you.” His steps were hurried as he guided her through the big house and into a bedroom with a king sized bed. “Get on the bed and open your legs.”
The hiss of his zipper cut through the quiet. Her glance dropped to his pants. His cock was beautiful, thick and hard. Her fingers curled. She wanted to touch him, learn his body, and memorize every beautiful inch of him.
His eyes fixed on her mouth. Ravenous. Dangerous. “You are so sexy.” He touched her throat and slowly dragged rough fingertips downward over her collarbone and breast, as he fisted his cock and pumped.
Need burned through her, and she sat up, her mouth poised open. He gripped her hair to hold her still, but she flicked her tongue out and brushed it over his crown.
“Jesus Christ,” he growled, the hand on her hair loosening. She drew him in, running her tongue around his hard, hot skin. His groan stirred her desire, and his body coiled tight. He grew harder, thicker beneath her ministrations, and it spurred her on. With long, luxurious strokes she licked him, going from the base all the way to his crown. She sucked him back in, tasting him. His hands tightened in her hair again.
“No more,” he ground out.
“But I—”
“Flat on the bed. Legs open. Now.”
His commanding tone weakened her knees. Anticipation echoed through her as she obliged and fell back onto the mattress. He pulled a condom from his pant’s pocket and tossed it onto the bed before kicking his jeans off and climbing between her legs. He reached over his shoulder, and in one swift move, tore off his shirt. Two hundred pounds of hard, rippling muscle hovered over her. The man was one stunning specimen—and he was focused in on her. Molten lava. That’s how his sharp, carnal gaze made her feel.
He tossed the shirt away, and put his hand back on her body, his eyes full of fierce need as he stroked strong fingers down her neck, between her breasts. “I could spend days just touching you.”
She uttered something unintelligible, and he fell over her, crushing her, and his mouth found hers for a hot kiss, deep and possessive, his tongue stroking and teasing, fucking her mouth. She savored the taste as he reduced her to a mass of trembling need. God, no man had ever kissed her like this before. His damp cock pulsed between her thighs and fiery lust gathered inside her. She ran her nails over his back, pulling him to her, and lifting her hips, aching for him to fill her.
Take me…
His deep growl fell over her. “Stop moving or I’ll tie you to this bed for the whole weekend,” he warned, arousal straining his words.
Her pulse leaped. “Maybe I’d like that.”
“Fuck.” He tore his mouth from hers, and pressed urgent, open-mouthed kisses to her body. He ate at her, his tongue and teeth greedy as he gripped her hips, forcing her legs open wider. She ground herself against him as he drove a finger inside her. Heat, so much heat. Her hips came off the bed as he slid up her body, his muscles flexing, his finger still inside her. Tension mounted, the hot friction like lightning to her nerves. “You have the prettiest cunt, and for the next two days it’s all mine.”
His filthy, explicit words pushed her to the edge, but it was the way he looked at her, like she was the most important woman in the world, that nearly made her come again. She wiggled against him, and when he pinned her down, she moaned. He ripped into the condom with his teeth, and quickly sheathed himself.
He grabbed her legs. “Put them around me.”
She slid them around his back and squeezed as he went up on one arm, rubbing his hard cock along the length of her crevice. Delirious, wild with need, she lifted her hips. Her sex ached for him. Ached. She moved again, trying to force him in.
“More. Please.” Oh, God, she was begging for it. She’d never begged for anything before
“Such a greedy girl.”
“Linc,” she moaned as she writhed beneath him.
He offered her an inch, and she whimpered. “You want to be fucked?”
Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling—desperate for it. Desperate for him. “Fuck me,” she groaned. “Now.”
He jerked his hips forward, shoving himself into her with one hard thrust.
“Linc,” she cried out. He paused for one second, giving her a reprieve, then powered into her. She scratched at his back, her fingernails pulling at his skin.
He shifted for deeper penetration. “Take all of me.”
“Yes.” She gulped in air as her muscles rippled around him. “So good.” How can it be so good?
His groin pounded against hers, as his mouth settled possessively. This kiss was demanding, needy, taking what he wanted, but giving so damn much in return. He slipped a finger between their bodies.
Her breath came fast, too fast. She shook against him. “Oh yes, just like that,” she murmured, her voice rough with desire.
Her hands raced over him with aroused eagerness. She closed her eyes, her body thrumming, entirely lost in the moment.
He found one of her hands, brought it to his mouth and wet it. Their moans of pleasure merged when he shifted and guided her hand down, pressing it to her heat. It was damn sexy.
Her finger found her clit, and he put his thumb on top of hers, applying the perfect amount of pressure as he went up on one arm, driving himself in so deep it made her moan, scream, want to howl at the damn moon.
Her body grew tight, and her sex fluttered as he pumped and she stroked. “Linc,” she cried when she felt another orgasm mounting. It took her by surprise. She’d never expected to climax once, let alone twice. “I’m…oh, God…”
He breathed a kiss over her mouth. “I know, baby. I know.”
She palmed his muscles with her free hand, and dusted kisses over his skin as a slow burn worked its way through her body, settling deep between her legs as she let go. Her body convulsed as her sex squeezed his shaft, each clench harder than the one before. A rich, decadent rumble of pleasure sounded from the depths of his throat.
He moaned against her throat, pitching forward, his hips picking up speed. Faster. Deeper. “Fuck,” he growled, stilling insider her, spurting his release as he threw his head back.
He collapsed on top of her, his full weight pinning her to the bed. She trailed her fingers along his back, and his muscles bunched.
Unbelievable. She strived to breathe, but couldn’t seem to fill her lungs. This was fucking in every sense of the word. What she was doing before…well, she had no idea what that was.
He pulled back and brushed her hair from her face. He shook his head, his eyes briefly closing. “Jesus Christ, Lauren.” A thrill moved through her. I did this to him.
His warm lips found hers again. His mouth was sweet, soft, and tender as he kissed her. She touched Linc’s face, his late night stubble rasping as she ran her thumb over it. This beautiful man had given her not one, but two orgasms.
There is nothing wrong with me.
She broke the kiss. “Thank you,” she murmured.
He looked deep into her eyes, and whispered, “I’m the one who should be thanking you.” He touched her face, and her heart missed a beat when he pressed a soft kiss to her collarbone. A painful bolt of want settled in her womb.
“Jesus,” he said, and with excruciating slowness that aroused her all over again, he pulled out of her. “Give me a sec.”
He sat on the side of the bed, and she tou
ched his strong back, needing the contact as he discarded the condom. The bed dipped as he fell back onto his pillow, and she rolled into him. He went up on his elbow, facing her, and feeling completely comfortable with herself, and him, she nestled against him.
She blinked and shook her head, ready to go another round to make up for lost time.
“Linc.”
“Yeah.”
“What century is it?”
He laughed, rolled on top of her and said, “It’s the century where I fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Chapter Four
Linc woke to the sound of the ocean hitting the shore. He stretched, and as memories of last night flooded his sleep-deprived brain, he rolled, reaching for Lauren. When he found the other side of the bed cold, he jackknifed up.
Where the hell was she? Or more importantly, why did he feel such a deep pang of loss at her absence? Shit. Shit. Shit.
He kicked the blankets off and threw his legs over the side of the mattress. He was well known as a one-night stand kind of guy who always left before morning. So why, then, did the thought of her dashing away before he woke bother him so fucking much?
His feet met with a warm floor and he rooted through the pile of clothes until he found his jeans. He tugged them on and finger combed his hair as he left his room, hoping to find Lauren on the deck or even sun bathing on the beach. As he made his way down the hall, he heard noises coming from the kitchen, and a sharp sense of relief washed over him.
She is still here.
He turned the corner, and when he found her standing over the stove, dressed in one of his collared shirts as she flipped pancakes, air left his lungs in a whoosh.
Holy shit.
Feeling like he’d been sucker-punched, he leaned against the doorjamb, the sexy sight nearly driving him to his knees. But it was more than just sex with her. He liked this girl. Really liked her. Had for a very long time now, actually. No way was he ever going to get his fill of her. She hummed and swayed her hips, completely oblivious to her sensuality. He took in the lush curve of her ass, and the long, sexy legs she’d wrapped around his waist so sweetly. Christ, what he’d do to have them there again. Last night he’d taken her three times, but it still wasn’t enough for him.
He moaned. She turned.
“Morning,” she said, smiling. Fuck, she looked so sexy and sated—a well-fucked woman. He was the first guy to put that look on her face. Him. Life surged into his cock, an almost desperate need to fuck her again.
“Are you okay?” She angled her head, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she eyed him. He wanted to fist that hair, curl it around his hand and tug until her mouth was open to his.
“Yeah,” he lied.
What the fuck is this girl doing to me?
She tugged on the collar of his shirt. “I forgot pajamas. I found this in your closet. I hope you don’t mind.”
Mind? Hell no, he didn’t mind. If he had his way, he’d rip every pair of pajamas she owned to shreds, just to see her in his clothes. Jesus, she was perfect, and he wanted more, wanted her to surrender to him completely so he could give her everything she’d ever wanted…ever needed.
She pointed to the coffee pot. “Grab yourself a cup.” Forcing his legs to work, he walked past her, reached into the cupboard, and pulled out a mug. “I hope you’re hungry,” she said.
“Starved.” He stepped up behind her to place a soft kiss on her neck. He set the mug down, and gripped her hips. His hands spanned her waist as she trembled. “But not for pancakes.”
“Oh,” she whispered, going up on her toes as he pressed his cock into the small of her back. She wiggled slightly, and his body grew tight with the memories of the ways he’d taken her. “After last night I didn’t think…”
“Didn’t think what?” he growled into her hair.
“That you’d still be…you know.”
He laughed. “No, I don’t know.”
She spun to face him, and his breath caught as her hair flared around her face. Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous. She tipped her nose up, one hand on her hip. “You just want me to say it don’t you?”
He tried for sober but couldn’t keep the grin from his face. He felt like a fucking kid on Christmas morning when he was with her. “I don’t live in your head, Lauren. I have no idea what it is you didn’t think I’d be.”
“Horny,” she blurted out, the blush on her cheeks deepening. “I didn’t think you’d be horny.”
No longer able to hold it in, he laughed. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
“You’re going to pay for that.” She reached for the spatula, holding it up like she was going to whack him with it. He jumped back and held his hands up.
“Okay, I confess. I did want to hear you say it.” He stepped back into her and pushed a knee between her legs to widen them. Leaning in, he drew in her sweet scent, tossed her spatula away and brushed his lips over hers. “And now I want to fuck you.”
Her hot hands went to his chest and her lips parted, heat flushing her cheeks. He put his hand between her legs, and brushed her sex through her lace panties, needing to make sure she could handle what he was offering after taking her hard last night. “Are you sore?”
“A little.”
Her hips moved, and his finger slid along the seam of her sex. He pulled her panties to the side, and dipped into her sweet pussy. Jesus Christ. She was so fucking wet. His arousal sharpened as he ran her moisture over her clit. He growled. She moaned.
“Do you want me again?”
She wet her bottom lip, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. “Yes.”
He gripped her ass and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist.
She blinked and pointed to the burner. “But the pancakes—”
“Fuck the pancakes.”
She angled her head, a sexy grin playing on her mouth. “I’d rather fuck you.”
His cock jumped. Shit, if she kept saying things like that he was going to lose it. “That’s a filthy little mouth you’ve got there,” he said.
“That’s because I have a good—or rather, bad—teacher.”
“Well, maybe that teacher should put something in that sweet mouth of yours to stop you from saying things that are going to make him forget he’s a gentleman.”
“Will that be before or after you fuck me hard?”
Christ…
His cock throbbed against his zipper as he positioned her on the counter. She widened her legs, granting him entrance.
He tapped her outer thighs. “Lift.”
She braced her hands on the counter to push herself up, and he dragged her panties from her hips, practically ripping them from her body. He stepped back into her, forcing her legs open.
“Mine,” he murmured, focusing in on her sex.
Looking powerful and powerless at the same time, Lauren palmed his chest. Linc placed his hands on her thighs, the look in her eyes intensifying as he dragged his fingers over her soft flesh, going higher and higher until he found the spot he craved the most. His thumb circled her nub, slicking over her wetness. She moaned, and grabby hands snaked around his shoulders as she pressed her lips to his. He pushed a finger in her and drew in a quick breath as she clenched around him.
“Look at you. I’ve barely touched you, and you’re going to come.”
“I know,” she murmured, a desperation in her voice as she kissed his neck, his ear, her lashes fluttering against his skin as she pulled him harder against her. “I love the way you touch me.”
He pushed another finger inside her and drew small circles with his thumb. “That’s good, because I plan on spending the entire weekend touching you. Everywhere.”
She looked down between their bodies and sighed. “I’m at the mercy of your cock. All I can think about is having you inside me.”
Holy Fuck.
He ripped his pants open, gripped her legs and positioned his crown at her entrance. A quick breath, and one working brain cell stilled him before he pi
stoned forward. “Shit.”
“What?” she asked. She panted, her lids heavy as she looked at him.
“I only had a few condoms. I don’t keep any here. I’ve never brought—”
“I have some.”
He arched a brow. “Oh really?”
“Well, I lost a bet, and you did tell me you wanted to fuck,” she teased.
He cupped her chin, pressed his mouth to hers and drew her in for a long, hard kiss. Their tongues slashed, and the rawness, the carnal hunger inside him as he devoured her made it hard for him to breathe. When he pulled back she reached for him, and the action sent need roaring through him, so intense and harsh it stunned him. He tried to breathe through it, but it gripped him and held tight.
“Still think you lost the bet?” he asked.
“No, now go,” she said, her words rushed. “They’re in my purse. Kelli dropped a bunch in there yesterday after the game.”
He laughed. “Remind me to give her a raise.” Cock throbbing, he looked around the kitchen, the ache between his legs harder, sharper, demanding. “Where the fuck is your purse?”
She pointed to the living room. “On the coffee table.”
He groaned. “That’s just too fucking far away. I don’t want to stop touching you.”
“Don’t stop then,” she said, running her hands all over his bare chest, sliding lower to grab his cock. Her hand on his dick felt good, too good.
He took a wheezing breath. “What about a condom?”
“I’m on the pill.” She squeezed his dick. “And I’m clean.”
“I’m clean. I get tested every six months, and this will be the first time I’ve ever had unprotected sex.” No way in hell he’d risk it with anyone else. But damn, he needed inside her. And he trusted her.
“Good. Then stop talking and just fuck me already.”
He tugged on her hair as his lips crashed down on hers. His other hand gripped his cock, and his muscles burned as he plunged rougher than ever before, pounding hard, like his very life depended on it.
“Liiiiiinc. Yes.”
Her body opened to him as he filled her. He clenched his jaw, need, pure fucking need, twisting inside him. He fucked her with a savagery he’d never before known. Plunging deep, pulling out, and slamming home again. She squirmed and moaned, her tight pussy making him harder than steel.
