TangledHunger

by Tina Christopher

  He sank in deeper, harder, the tight clasp of her pussy pulling him back again and again. Her walls stroked him from base to tip, never letting up. When he pulled out they clung to him and when he plunged deep inside they welcomed him.

  He moved faster and harder, his balls rising up to his body. He adjusted the tilt of his hips so he raked across her clit with each move. Her nails dug into his back and her moans grew more frantic.

  He was feeling pretty frantic himself and moved even faster until she exploded and her channel gripped him as if she was going to hold him prisoner for the rest of his life.

  Her tight walls gripping him like a velvet glove was the last sensation he felt before he was hurled into the abyss.

  And she fell right beside him. Duncan knew he should be shocked that he could feel her so close to him, feel her emotions, but he was too happy and the sensations too amazing.

  With a moan he sank down on her body.

  He couldn’t wait to do this again.

  Chapter Five

  “Holy Jade, that was amazing.”

  His deep voice vibrated through her. Tanasha struggled to return to her body, to find herself again after exploding into a million pieces beside another person, feeling and experiencing everything he did.

  Since her first failed Gift test Tanasha only wanted to experience what other Naemas felt on a regular basis, gain an understanding of what she’d missed all her life. But the connection to Duncan overwhelmed her.

  As soon as she gained control over her limbs again she mentally staggered back from their connection. Uncertain if she was successful, she added an extra layer to her shield.

  Breathing became more and more difficult. Panic curled in her stomach.

  “Hey, Nasha, what’s wrong?” Duncan nuzzled her cheek.

  “Can’t. Breathe.”

  He froze for a second and then reversed their positions. “I’m so sorry. You’ve drained any and all thought from my mind. I didn’t mean to flatten you.” Humor sparkled in his eyes.

  Now that she no longer had his weight bearing down on her, breathing was much easier. She pushed the panic still clawing at her insides to the far corner of her mind.

  He frowned and framed her face with his big hands. “Better?”

  Tomorrow. I will worry about what is happening tomorrow.

  Tanasha forced a smiled on her lips that grew more natural when she pushed the tension out of her body. Every inch of their bodies touched. She draped across him like a blanket. The somewhat coarse hair on his chest and slightly softer hair across the rest of his gorgeous form stroked her with every breath, keeping her on the side of sensitive.

  He had curled his arms around her waist, encircling her in his strength.

  She felt safe. And as if she belonged.

  How could she feel safe and overwhelmed at the same time? It made no sense.

  Tanasha rested her cheek against his shoulder to avoid his too-seeing eyes.

  The final realization made panic bloom again. For the first time since the discovery of her lack of Gift she was in a place that fit. Only it wasn’t a place, but a man.

  A Vampire.

  Worry churned her stomach aga—

  “Whatever it is that is making you think this hard, put it to one side. It will be there in the morning for you to worry about.” He pulled her close for a slow, deep kiss. His taste exploded through her and drowned out the scary thoughts zipping through her brain.

  They came up for breath. He nibbled on her lower lip, something he did a lot.

  “Stop thinking, Nasha. We’ll work it all out, but right this minute you are so close to fulfilling that fantasy of mine my brain just won’t bend in the right direction. Are you game?”

  Tanasha frowned until she realized she only had to sit up to be in exactly the position he had imagined this morning in his office. Heat colored her cheeks. The image he had seen in his head seemed alien and unrealistic. “I don’t look like that.”

  The words poured out before she could hold them back.

  Duncan turned them sideways and moved a little closer to the foot end of the bed. She could no longer hide her face, especially when he gently took her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “What do you mean?”

  Tanasha tried to look everywhere but at him, but the encouragement and understanding in his eyes drew her back. She shrugged. “Your fantasy, it wouldn’t work. I don’t look like some powerful sex goddess. If we did that it wouldn’t live up to your expectations.”

  His brows shot up. “What are you talking about? You have a fantastic rack and the sweetest ass I’ve seen in centuries.” He nipped at her lower lip. “Believe me when I say that having you ride me with these,” he cupped her breasts, “accessible and ready to play ranks at the very top of erotic fantasies.”

  She swallowed, unsure if she could believe him. She read only honesty in his eyes. Tanasha wanted to believe him, wanted to sink into this amazing experience and squirrel it away for when she was on her own again.

  None of the men she’d been with before had looked at her like this. As if she was sexy as hell and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her again.

  Tanasha tentatively opened the door to the link between Duncan and herself. She didn’t step into the bedroom, but she didn’t have to. The heat and need coming from him was unmistakable.

  It gave her the confidence to do something she’d never done before him.

  Allow her inner self to emerge and trust her partner to be there to catch her.

  Tanasha pushed him on his back. He went willingly, his eyes blindingly silver.

  She leaned down and kissed Duncan, her tongue thrusting inside his mouth and tangling with his. His rich taste blew across her senses, drowning out everything but him. His tongue rubbed against hers, entangling her deeper and deeper.

  He moved his palms up and down her back, cupped her rear. Each touch raised her sensitivity and drove her that little bit higher. Finally she had to come up for breath. Panting a little, she cupped his face. “I wouldn’t want your quick recovery time to go to waste. I’m game if you are.”

  Desire shot into his eyes, but her quip also made him smile. Tanasha couldn’t remember ever having fun in bed. His grip on her behind tightened and he rubbed his hard length against her stomach. “Baby, with you there’ll never be lag time.”

  The heat burning in his eyes gave her the courage to sit back, to show her torso without cover and without shame. She cupped the heavy weight of her breasts and presented them to him. “These what you’ve been looking for?”

  Duncan sat up and curled his arms around her waist. His position brought her bosom in line with his face. He rubbed his stubbled cheek against her sensitive skin, his breath teasing the hard peaks of her nipples.

  “These two beauties have haunted my mind since we met.”

  He kissed his way around the tight areola and finally sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  Fire burned through Tanasha, straightened her shoulders. She gripped the back of his head and pulled him closer. “Jade, so good.” Her eyes dropped shut.

  Duncan pulled back and blew against the wet tip. She groaned and rubbed her wet pussy against the hard member between her legs. Now it was his turn to moan. “Fuck, your juices are coating me. My dick can’t wait to squeeze back into the tight little opening of your cunt.”

  She flinched.

  His words fell on her like little slaps all across the most sensitive parts of her. Duncan voicing his thoughts, the language he used, drove her arousal through the roof.

  He chuckled. “Well, what do we have here? My little Naema likes a little dirty talk?”

  Tanasha wanted to shake her head, but he dragged her head down for another of his toe-curling kisses. “Do you want me to tell you all the things about your goddess-like body that turn me on?” He nipped her lower lip. “Remember, Nasha, it’s just you and me here. Whatever we do, however we do it stays between us. This is just for our pleasure and believe me, listing all
my favorite parts while I devour them would be hot as Jade.”

  She struggled to comprehend all the sensations tearing through her body. She’d thought he’d thrown her as high as she could ever go when he made love to her the first time. But now he opened up a whole new galaxy of possibilities.

  Only one question—did she have the courage to let him do it?

  She studied his eyes. He didn’t push or nudge her, he kept one hand curled around the back of her head, the other around her waist.

  Underneath the heat and the fire burning through her was still the one feeling she’d thought she’d never have.

  Safety. Belonging.

  Whatever happened, he would never use what they shared against her.

  Tanasha didn’t know where her certainty came from, but it tore open the plug she’d kept on her needs all her life. “Tell me!”

  A sinister grin spread across his lips. “If you’re sure. But let me just see to it that I’m up for whatever happens next.” He instructed the headboard to form a padded support structure he could rest against.

  Duncan returned to her breasts and pulled a nipple back into the heat of his mouth.

  Tanasha’s head dropped back. During their little chat her arousal had plateaued. Duncan’s sucks and sharp nips on her nipple tightened the need in her.

  “Your tits are masterpieces, Nasha. So soft and plump, overflowing in my hand. And I love how your nipples turn this deep burgundy, like a fine wine, once I’ve sucked on them.” He tweaked both of them between his fingers, then blew on the one that had been in his mouth. The cool air after the heat of his mouth made her whimper.

  “I’m sorry, babe, I’ve been so occupied with one side I didn’t pay attention to the other.” He lifted the so-far-neglected breast to his mouth and kissed the soft upper curve, the sides, even the lower part, all the while holding the heavy weight in his hand as if it were the most precious crystal.

  It felt like an age before he sucked the tortured tip into his mouth.

  Tanasha clenched her fingers in his hair.

  On and on he went. First sucking and teasing the nipples in the moist cavern of his mouth, then blowing against the sensitive tips. It drove her mad. She couldn’t process the changes and Duncan moved between her breasts with no rhyme or reason. She couldn’t predict where he would strike next.

  Moisture covered the hard length between her legs, but he paid no attention. He focused solely on her breasts. “They are so delicious, babe. And fun to play with.” He kissed her. Hard. “I have a new fantasy, Nasha. Next time I will lay you out on my bed and thrust my thick, hard cock between the silky softness of your tits. Every time I push up, you’ll lick my tip, driving me crazy. You’ll look so sexy, all soft and hot on my sheets. You’ll want to pull all of my dick into your mouth, but I’ll have far too much fun torturing you. And myself.”

  Her nails dug into his back as the image exploded across her mind.

  Duncan kissed her deeply. “But that will be for next time. Right now we need to get this show on the road. How’s your little pussy?”

  He cupped her buttocks and slid her along his aroused penis.

  “I am coated in your juices. I bet if I pushed into your little cunt you’d squeeze me tight, not ready to let go until you go.” He kissed his way down her neck until he reached the spot where shoulder and neck met. The spot Tanasha loved to have caressed and kissed. She rubbed herself against him.

  “Wouldn’t you?” When she remained quiet he bit her on that spot. Not hard enough to draw blood and his fangs stayed out of it, but hard enough to shoot through her and raise her heat levels one step higher.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  Duncan moved his hand between their bodies and caressed her attention-seeking clit. Her nails sank into his muscles and her eyes dropped shut.

  “Look at this,” he whispered against her lips. “Your clit wants some attention. What about your pussy, Nasha, does that want attention too?”

  He stroked his fingertips gently across the bundle of nerves. Uncertain how much longer she could stand his light touch, Tanasha made her own demands. “Harder. I need more.”

  He paused, nearly making her scream. “Do you now? Then I wouldn’t want you to have to wait.” Duncan thrust one thick finger into her pussy while his thumb increased the pressure on her clit.

  She groaned.

  He moved in and out, using her body’s lubrication to stroke across her clit.

  Tanasha was so close. One step away from flying. But she needed something else, something more. “Put it in. Please, Duncan, come inside me.”

  He pulled his hand away and stroked it across her lips. Then he kissed her. “You taste so sweet, Nasha. Like honey and lightning. But my fantasy is to have you ride me. If you want me, take me. I’m here for you to take.”

  She swallowed. She’d never been the aggressor in bed, never been the one to take what she wanted, what she needed.

  As if he could read her mind, Duncan framed her face and kissed her with a gentleness and sweetness that was at odds with the situation. “Take what you need, Nasha. Ride me. Ride us to oblivion.”

  It was as if his eyes turned into spotlights. They had her in their grip, giving her the power, the opportunity to come out of her shell and actually take what she wanted.

  So what if her body was curvier than fashion demanded? What if her boobs would shake before his eyes if she took him up on his challenge and rode him to her heart’s desire? Duncan had made it clear he wanted her.

  He lay back against the support, fire burning in his eyes. Fire mixed with tenderness. He spread his arms. “Take me, Nasha. Drive us both crazy.”

  Tanasha exhaled.

  Then she pushed back a little until his hard length, no his hard cock, stood up between them. She gripped him, smearing her¼her juices up and down his length.

  “Oh babe, that feels so good. Hold it a little tighter. It’ll be nearly as good as if your scorching hot cunt is squeezing me.”

  More moisture built between her legs and her hips moved without her demand.

  Enough.

  She grasped his cock around the base and held it steady as she slowly sank down on him. A solar flare exploded through her. “You’re so thick,” she moaned.

  A rough chuckle sounded from him, his fingers dug into her hips. “Jade, babe, you’re grabbing me so tight, squeezing me. And your pussy is so hot.”

  Tanasha continued to sink down. His girth pushed the boundaries between pleasure and pain. In this position she felt him so deep.

  “Babe, you better hurry up, otherwise I can’t guarantee that I won’t take over this ride.” Duncan spat the words from between clenched teeth.

  She opened her eyes and her heart nearly stopped.

  His silver eyes burned into her. His gorgeous chest was moist with sweat and his fingers clenched around her hips, telling her right this moment she drove him to the brink.

  “No!” She leaned forward and rested her palms on his chest. Her movement rubbed her aching clit against his member and catapulted her higher. “This is my ride. You said I’m in charge.”

  Duncan clenched his teeth, giving her an idea how much it cost him. “You’re in charge.” He speared his fingers into her hair and dragged her lips to his. “But understand that my control is at breaking point.”

  Tanasha wanted to laugh. She, dumpy, boring Tanasha drove Duncan to the edge. Instead she dug her nails into his chest. “Then distract me from how bloody big your cock is.”

  He froze and closed his eyes for a moment. Then he pulled her close for another kiss. “I’ve created a monster.”

  “Deal with it.”

  Duncan’s eyes widened and he roared with laughter. “Oh babe, I plan on it.”

  Both his hands went to her breasts, cupping and massaging the delicate skin but completely ignoring the desperate nipples.

  Tanasha thought she’d go insane. She moved her chest, trying to rub her hard tips against him, but he evaded her every mov
ement.

  In the end she leaned back, caught his hands and pressed them against her nipples. “Touch them. Please touch them.”

  He followed her instructions immediately. Two fingers of each hand caressed the responsive peaks.

  Then he stopped.

  Tanasha screamed. “Why did you stop?”

  “I’ll continue if you ride me.” His hoarse voice rasped over every nerve ending that stood at attention.

  She finally realized that his distraction had worked. She’d sunk all the way down on him. His thick cock burned her from the inside. His balls rubbed against the sensitive flesh of her perineum. “Jade.”

  “Yep, with you on that. But by everything that’s holy, move!”

  She exhaled and slowly rose. Then slid down. She was so wet that the downward slide this time brought only mind-bending pleasure. Tanasha groaned.

  Duncan continued to play with her nipples, fanning the flames burning through her.

  Each movement was pure heaven and pure torture. His heat rubbed against her inner walls. Her clit bumped him on every downward glide.

  And still she climbed toward the peak.

  She increased her tempo. The sound of slapping flesh, of moans and groans filled the room.

  Still she needed something more. “Talk to me, Duncan. Please.”

  “Woman, you want me to form a coherent sentence when I’m flying through a hyperspace window without a ship?”

  “Please.”

  Duncan grabbed her buttocks. Every time she thrust down he pushed up. And this time she didn’t restrain him.

  “Fuck, babe. Your cunt walls are clenched around me as if they’ll never let go. Any moment now I expect them to squeeze all my come out of me.”

  Tingles shot through her body.

  “When you slam down on me like this—” He threw his head back and groaned. “Yes, like this, my dick goes all the way in. I can feel you against my balls. I’m bumping the back of you.”

  Duncan pulled a nipple into his mouth, pushing Tanasha’s out-of-control libido farther.

  “You’re like pure liquid fire. You burn me from the inside out.” He groaned. “Nasha, I’m sorry, I can’t hold on much longer.”