Endangered Hearts [Après-Ski 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Zara Chase

  “Rick!”

  “Yes, baby. What is it?”

  “I’ve never…I don’t—”

  “No man has ever sucked your cunt before. Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

  “Yes. I didn’t realize. I know women are supposed to enjoy it, but I never could figure out why.” She sighed. “Now I’m starting to get it.”

  He chuckled. “I’d best make absolutely sure. Wouldn’t do to have any misunderstandings.”

  Rick had a problem. He would like to fill her vagina with his fingers while he sucked an orgasm from her. But he had already decided he wouldn’t use his hands until she begged him to. There again, if ever a cunt needed filling, it was the one beneath his lips. He solved the problem by delving into his toy drawer and finding a big, fat vibrator. He slid it easily into her and she absorbed it like the sex-starved woman she was. He switched it onto a low speed and thrust it in and out of her as he sucked her clit more deeply into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the swollen flesh. The devastatingly erotic taste of her honey was killing him, but he ignored his own growing need, concentrating instead of giving her the pleasure she deserved. She cried out, now totally abandoned, and he knew she wouldn’t object if he introduced his hands. Somehow he restrained himself as he continued to torture her.

  “Rick, please!”

  He thrust the vibrator deeper, sucked a little harder, and she exploded inside his mouth, her entire body trembling and pulsating as she found release. He lifted his head, removed the vibrator, and waited for her to come back to earth

  “Thank you,” she said, sounding dazed. “That was…well, that was special.”

  “My pleasure.”

  He removed the blindfold and she blinked up at him. “What about you?” she asked, glancing at the bulge in his jeans.

  “Hmm, we really need to do something about that if you’re good with it. Go through to the bedroom, darlin’.” She went without hesitation and he followed right behind her. “Take your shirt and bra off and lay on your back. I’m going to tie your hands to the headboard.”

  Chapter Six

  “You’re going to do what?”

  “Would you rather I didn’t?”

  Would she? Sabine’s head was still buzzing with the afterglow of the mind-blowing orgasm Rick had just given her. She had ceded control by letting him blindfold her, but she had known she could always tear off that blindfold at any time of her choosing. Giving up control of her hands, allowing him to shackle her, was something else entirely. He watched her debating the issue, and said nothing more to try and persuade her, making it clear the decision was hers. So far, he had kept his word. He didn’t lay so much as one finger on her while giving her head, but would all bets be off once she was powerless to prevent him from doing whatever the hell he wanted to with her?

  No, she was pretty sure he would respect her boundaries, even if her hang-ups made her seem like a real screwball to him. He got plenty of female attention—she had already seen evidence of that for herself—and didn’t need to force himself on anyone. It made her wonder why he was bothering with her when he could probably get laid elsewhere without all this drama.

  “Will you release me if it gets too much?”

  “In a heartbeat. This is consensual and for our mutual pleasure.”

  “This is a huge step for me, Rick. I know you probably think I’m being pathetic, and it ought to be no big deal, but—”

  “I understand, darlin’, better than you think. In fact, it’s probably a stupid idea. Let’s forget all about it and go get another beer.”

  “No!” Her voice was loud and assertive. Too loud. “No,” she repeated more quietly. “I do trust you insofar as I’m capable of trusting anyone. And I want to do it.”

  His smile was broad and infectious. “Sure?”

  “Absolutely sure.”

  With an abandon she had been unaware she possessed, she shrugged out of her shirt and unsnapped her bra. She was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath from Rick when her tits bounced free.

  “Perfect,” he said in a tone of reverent awe.

  “They’re too small.”

  “Not for me they’re not. They are in perfect proportion to the rest of you.”

  “I’d like to be bigger. Like Tanya.”

  Rick chuckled. “You girls are never happy with the way you’re made.”

  “Right. And you guys never obsess over the size of your cocks, I suppose.”

  “Fortunately I’ve never had to worry about that.”

  Sabine grinned. “Perhaps not, but your humility could use some work.”

  He looked shocked. “I have something to be humble about?”

  Sabine threw a pillow at him. Her aim was spot on and if he hadn’t have ducked at the last minute it would have smacked the side of his head. He laughed and tossed it back to her.

  “Going back to the subject of your very desirable tits, ask Tanya and she’ll tell you she’d give a lot to be the same size as you.”

  “You’ve discussed Tanya’s tits with her?”

  “Now, don’t go getting all jealous, sweet thing. Tanya belongs to Ward, but we all love her and look out for her. If you live with people twenty-four-seven, not many subjects are taboo.”

  “I suppose not.”

  “Now then, if you’re still up for this, let’s get it on. Lay on that bed, darlin’, and let me look at you.”

  She did so, her confidence boosted by the unholy light shining from Rick’s eyes as he glanced down at her. “Where have you been hiding all my life, honey?”

  Sabine giggled. “Did you really just say that?”

  “I love hearing you laugh.”

  That laughter turned to an involuntary gasp of appreciation when Rick stripped off his shirt. His torso was taut flesh over hard muscle, intoxicatingly, unquestionably male. He was all lithe muscle and graceful coordination, wide shoulders and narrow waist with a happy trail that disappeared tantalizingly below the waistband of his jeans. With his gaze fixed on her face, he unsnapped his jeans and stepped out of them. He was naked beneath them. A huge, angry erection that made her heart skip a beat sprang out, standing proud from a cluster of red pubic hair. Yeah, he definitely wouldn’t be kept awake with concerns about inadequacy, but she was damned if she would tell him so.

  “You’re beautiful,” she said, moistening her lips in appreciation.

  “Why thank you, ma’am, but I think that’s supposed to be my line.”

  He retrieved a pair of fluffy restraints from a drawer and dangled them in front of her face. She panicked for just a moment, but the sight of him in all his naked splendor reassured her and she dutifully lifted her arms above her head when he asked her to.

  “Good girl,” he whispered in her ear, blowing softly on it and making her shiver as he leaned over and fixed her hands to the headboard.

  He will touch me now, she thought, tensing at the thought, even though part of her wanted him to. When he failed to do so, she felt oddly disgruntled, as though she had been shortchanged.

  “Turn on your side, sweetheart.”

  She complied without hesitation, her excitement building as she wondered what he had planned for her.

  “Well, that answers one question.”

  “What question?”

  “It’s been killing me, trying to figure out how far your tattoo went down.”

  “You noticed my tattoo?” Now he’d really shocked her. “When?”

  “When you bent over earlier today.”

  “Oh.”

  Rick laughed. “Now I know the hind wings cover the cheeks of your ass. Pretty as a picture they look, too.”

  “Well, thank you.”

  “My pleasure.” He held up a weird implement with a feathered end. “This is what I used to tickle you with earlier. Now I’m gonna use it on your sweet ass.”

  “How?”

  Instead of answering her, he slapped it against his palm. It made a sharp cracking sound that startled her. She wondere
d why he was so set on hurting her.

  “It won’t hurt,” he told her, as though reading her thoughts. “It will sting a little, is all, but if you breathe in and out, deep and slow, and let your mind go free, that sting will get a whole lot more interesting. Ready?”

  “Why do you need to do this?”

  “Because it’s part of who I am. I’ll explain more about that later. But also because it will broaden your mind considerably. Besides,” he added with that puerile grin of his that so got to her. “You won’t let me touch you with my hands.”

  “I might.”

  “Oh no, you don’t get out of your punishment that easily.”

  Without telling her to expect it, he brought the stick down over her butt. She cried out, even though he was right and it didn’t actually hurt. It was more the sound of it striking her flesh that took her by surprise. She remembered his advice and breathed deeply. Having lost the use of her hands was strangely liberating because she could do nothing to defend herself. And all her life, Sabine’s first reaction to any sort of threat was to strike out. Never to passively accept. Rick knew that, she realized, and was showing her another way.

  Another blow hit her rear end, at the same time as the fading sensation from the first one hit her nerve endings, setting them on fire. Hell, perhaps there was something to this weird shit after all. He was watching her, probably gauged her reaction, and slapped her a little harder. This time she welcomed the blow, impatient for it to become pleasurable. If she wasn’t feeling so vulnerable this might actually be fun.

  “Yeah, I know. Didn’t I tell you you’d take to this like a natural?” Rick sounded smugly pleased with himself. “If you could see your backside, honey. It’s all nicely pink, just asking to be fucked.”

  She shuddered. “No, not that.”

  “Not tonight, no. But soon. You have to let me have all of you, sweet darlin’.”

  “I don’t think I can.”

  “Shush. Turn onto your back. That’s enough punishment for the first time.”

  He straddled her, taking his weight on his knees and clutching his throbbing erection in both of his hands. He rubbed its tip over one of her nipples, tantalizing and teasing. Hell, she was ready to come again already but he looked set to play for hours. Where did he learn such self-control?

  “Will you let me sink this baby into your tight little cunt, darlin’?”

  “You’d damned well better!”

  He chuckled. “My, my, hot little thing, ain’t you?”

  “Whose fault is that?”

  “I need to taste those sweet lips of yours again.”

  He stretched full length above her, this time bracing himself on his elbows, still not touching her as he claimed her lips in a firm, drugging kiss. She knew what to expect this time and opened her mouth to invite him inside, thinking the unthinkable. She wanted use of her hands so she could wind them around his neck, pull the band from his hair, and sink her fingers into it. She felt his thick cock pressed against her belly, pulsating, throbbing, and lifted her hips, hoping to persuade him to really get the party started. He chuckled around their fused lips and did nothing to ease her aching need, other than to stoke it with seductive sweeps of his magical tongue. God, but he was good at this and Sabine never wanted the moment to end. Except, of course, she did. The need to have him inside of her grew more urgent by the second. In the end she could stand the torture no more, and tore her mouth away from his.

  “Rick, you’re a lot better at this than I am, I freely admit that. But please, don’t make me wait. I need you.”

  “I know you do, babe, but I wasn’t sure you did. I wanted to hear you say it.”

  He climbed from the bed, rummaged about in a drawer and ripped open a foil packet with his teeth. She watched as he rolled the condom down his thick length. Then the bed dipped as he rejoined her and positioned himself above her.

  “Seeing as how I can’t use my hands, given how much you would hate my touch—”

  “I might not—”

  He silenced her protest with a brief kiss. “A promise is a promise, babe.”

  Sabine didn’t recall him promising not to touch her, but now wasn’t the time to debate the point. He put a finger beneath the waistband of her panties and pulled it away from her body before his finger did more than graze her skin. She lifted her butt for him and he whipped her panties down her legs. He dropped his head and bit lightly at one of her sensitized nipples as he nudged the head of his cock into her entrance. She spread her legs wider, greedy to finally have him where she most wanted him to be. Then she did something she never imagined she would ever voluntarily do and wrapped her legs around his waist. With the few men she had picked up for sex in the past, she had always been the one on top, directing operations. This was entirely new, frightening, but entirely exciting. Rick’s cock was almost too big for her, and stretched her pussy to the limit. The feel was exquisite torture, especially when he bit a little harder at her nipple at precisely the right moment.

  “That’s it, honey.” He lifted his head from her breast, his forehead peppered with perspiration, his hair falling from its ponytail and cascading over his shoulders. “My, you’re a greedy girl. You’ve taken all of me already. Come on now, let’s really fuck.”

  He upped the pace and Sabine moved with him, loving the feel of his loaded balls crashing down each time he thrust into her, seemingly holding nothing back. Seeing he was so perceptive, he must have realized she needed to be fucked as hard as he could give it to her. She tightened her muscles around his length, reveling in the abrasive feel of his cock against the walls of her pussy, watching the cords in his neck standing out in harsh relief as he worked her hard. And then harder still.

  “You feel that, darlin’? You like my cock inside you?”

  “Shit yes! Keep fucking me, Rick. I’m so damned close.”

  “Let it go, sweet thing. Don’t hold back on my account.”

  “How can you…your control, it’s astonishing.”

  He chuckled. “Practice.”

  The undulating motions of his body caused the hairs on his glorious chest to brush against her sensitized tits. It was a new experience for Sabine, but she didn’t try to shy away from glancing physical contact—in fact, she welcomed it. His breath hot against her damp skin, the anguished desire in his expression, and the punishing rhythm he was setting were all she could think about. She shelved her paranoia and surrendered to the moment. She felt desire flame her blood as tingling exhilaration spiraled through her, testing her already overstimulated heart. The turbulent heat built and exploded before she was ready to absorb it, taking her by surprise with its deep, burning intensity. She cried out and rode the tidal wave of her orgasm as Rick continued to pummel her with his glorious cock. She trembled around it, never wanting it to end, aware that when it did she would have a lot of soul searching to do.

  “Okay?” he asked, sending her a somnolent smile when the tremors finally stopped and she came back to earth.

  “More than okay. That was…” She shook her head. How was she supposed to find words to describe the most cataclysmic experience of her entire life?

  “I know,” he said softly, placing a delicate kiss on the side of her mouth.

  “Oh my god!” She had only just realized he was still rock hard inside of her. “How did that not tip you over the edge?”

  “Discipline.” He chuckled. “Still, I’m about ready to unleash now, if you are.”

  “I’ve had my fun. Twice.”

  “Oh, I think there’s probably one more where that came from.”

  She opened her eyes wide in astonishment. “You’re a bit too sure of yourself.”

  “I’m guessing you have lost time to make up for.”

  “If you say so.”

  But the devil had gotten into Sabine. Perhaps it was the release of all that pent up tension, perhaps it was the sight of Rick’s gorgeous eyes shimmering with hot intentions. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was she’d be
en a pushover so far and was determined to bring him down a well-deserved peg or two by not falling in with his plan.

  Easier said than done, she thought a few minutes later, when he started moving inside of her again, as well as torturing her tender nipples with those damned teeth of his. There ought to be a law about how he made her feel, she though rebelliously, glorying in the heady streaks of desire again invading her body. How the hell did he know which buttons to press? Surely not all women were programmed the same way. Whatever, she quit fighting him and moved right along with him as his long, slow slides picked up until he was working her with a punishing rhythm. A hot, slick tempo that created intoxicating friction. His control was finally unravelling. She sensed as much from his increasingly labored breathing. The problem was, so was hers, and she sensed yet another orgasm blossoming deep within her core.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said, his voice raw, deep, husky. “Stay with me. Let’s fly together.”

  He circled his athletic hips, thrust deep and hard, and groaned. She felt him pulsating inside of her and knew he was on the point of release. His excitement communicated itself and once again she found herself closing around his cock, greedily keeping it locked deep inside of her, right where she most wanted it to be.

  “Shit, Sabine, you’re killing me, darlin’. I can’t hold it another moment.”

  With an explosive yell, she felt hot sperm shooting from his cock into the rubber. The flickering flame inside of her ignited and she fragmented again, right along with him, their slick bodies adhering to one another as his moans fired her lust and she milked him dry.

  As soon as it was over, Rick rolled off of her and bent to kiss her lips.

  “I need you to release my hands,” she said urgently.

  “What’s the hurry?” He looked concerned as he reached to do as she asked. “Did I hurt you?”