by Joya Ryan
She licked and kissed her way down his torso, then paused and smiled up at him when she reached his belt. Then she dipped her head. Huck couldn’t see what she was doing, but he felt her mouth, her tongue, her teeth. The clank of metal and…
“Holy shit,” he said, looking down.
She sat up, and he saw that she’d unhooked his belt and popped the fly of his jeans open all with her mouth. Awe didn’t describe what rushed through him.
She tugged his pants low on his hips so that his cock sprang free, then took him in hand and looked up at him.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” she rasped.
It was then all the pieces came together. This was a chance for her to be vulnerable, and instead of finding a way for them to merge their desires, she was asking him what he wanted. Like her own desires didn’t matter.
She’d probably never been in a situation where she’d been taken care of. Where someone had placed as much importance on her pleasure as his own.
No wonder she was so reluctant to sleep with someone a second time. It was like she felt afraid that she had to take what she could get the first time and be grateful she’d gotten anything at all.
He would fix that for tonight. Because while he had his own reasons for staying out of real relationships, when it came to the bedroom, he gave a woman nothing short of total satisfaction. If he couldn’t offer her intimacy, by god, he would offer her pleasure.
Autumn had given him a run for his money, but he finally understood, and was more than happy to read between the lines and give her what she needed.
He steeled himself for the role he was born to play. Threading his fingers through her hair, he looked down at her and said, “I want you to fuck my cock with that sweet mouth of yours and don’t stop until I say.”
Fire lit behind her eyes. Hot and wild and perfect.
“Okay,” she whispered, and he heard a hint of happiness in her voice. Yeah, his Autumn liked a strong man matching her will.
“But,” he said, cupping the underside of her chin. “I want to taste you at the same time.”
He slid from the chair to his knees, but didn’t stop there. He moved to lie on his back, the carpet pressing against his shoulders. She looked at him with surprise, like she couldn’t believe what he was offering.
There was no way he’d get so caught up in relationship that he’d let himself think about being the man who gave this kind of thing to her on a permanent basis. It wasn’t just that she was leaving soon—he’d vowed never to let himself be in such a compromising position again.
But for tonight? Everything about her called to him. She needed someone to take her over, and she’d inspired in him the lust to fulfill her fantasy.
She stared at his cock, pulled his pants down a little lower, leaned in and—
“Hey now,” he said. “I want to know exactly what you’re intending on doing with that mouth, honey. But first you need to take off your panties.”
She stood and did just that. She kept the skirt on, but watching the lace thong slowly slide down her legs and off was fucking hot as hell.
“Now get over here,” he said. When she hit her knees beside him, he reached out and cupped her hip, swinging her around so she straddled his face. With both hands slipping beneath her skirt, he palmed her ass and brought all her sweet heat to his waiting mouth.
“Oh god!” she gasped.
Huck was lost, devouring every delectable inch of her. She leaned forward and the slightest whisper of her breath hit his hard dick and that was all the warning he had.
She licked the head of his cock with confidence. Then she opened wide and slid down his length. Up, then down. Never closing her lips around him.
He groaned against her flesh. That little tease.
He was going to snap from being on the verge of coming, and she wasn’t even sucking him. It was like she was trying not to suck him, and instead tease him on purpose.
Up and down again, his shaft barely bumped the back of her throat and inner walls of her mouth. He felt her smile again when her teeth gently grazed the head.
She wasn’t even really touching him, but it was like she was trying to get him to come in under two minutes. This was the game she wanted to play? Well, he’d play all right. Let her go ahead and test him. Wouldn’t be any fun if she simply did as she was told.
“We’re going to have a problem, honey.” He gently nipped her soft flesh.
She moaned then said, “Oh?”
He sucked her clit hard and she gasped. Not in pain, but in pleasure, because again he felt a smile as she trailed those pouty lips along his shaft. She liked this. Liked it rough. And damn it, so did he.
“I told you to fuck my cock with your mouth, not tease me.” He thrust one finger into her tight sheath, then sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves again before finishing with, “Suck me like you mean it, or I may hold back on you, and I promise you won’t like it. I can keep you on edge all night and never let you come. Is that what you want?”
She shook her head quickly and all but fell on his dick. Sucking greedily at him like she was starved.
“Ah fuck!” he said, almost coming right then. “That’s it, honey. Just like that. Harder. Deeper. You can take it. Show me how bad you want it.”
She moaned around him. He knew she was wanton, but this was fucking magical. The dirtier he talked, the harsher he was, the more turned on she got. He’d never been with a woman like her. Nothing about her was breakable, and he wanted to push every limit she had until she thought of no one but him.
He pumped in and out of her tight core while licking madly. Sampling every perfect inch of her. She gripped his finger, tightening with each thrust he delivered. She was soaking, growing wetter with every touch. She was close, and so was he.
He lifted his hips while she came down. As promised, he fucked her mouth just like he wanted. She moaned, and her suction increased. Her breasts bobbed and swayed against his stomach as she pleasured him with that hungry mouth. She was desperate for him. Made him think he was the luckiest man on the planet to have a woman worshiping him like this.
Because that was how she made him feel, and that was how he would make her feel.
“Huck…” she moaned around him. “I’m going to come.”
“I know, honey. I want you to.”
With her lips tugging him deep, she came hard, and he was right there to drink her down.
When she was spent, he pulled back. His cock popped from her mouth, and she didn’t seem happy about that.
“I wasn’t finished,” she said.
Oh, so she wanted to get sharp, huh?
“Neither am I,” he growled and stood.
She ambled to her feet as well to face him.
He shucked his pants all the way off, grabbed a condom and sheathed himself quickly, and then bent her over the chair. Her perfect ass and long legs were the finest greeting he’d ever seen.
He ran a hand down her spine, and she bent further over, clutching the arm rests, displaying that high round ass.
“Please, Huck. I need you inside me.”
“Me, too.” Then in one motion, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her.
They both moaned, and he was certain he saw stars. Because the feel of her, the smell of her, the taste of her went beyond what he’d ever known. He thought he’d had good sex before? Not even comparable to her.
He pulled all the way out and rammed home again, then delivered a slap on her ass.
She threw back her head, her soft black mane splayed over her shoulders like an obsidian waterfall.
“Tell me again how much you like it,” he rasped, fucking her hard while gathering all that hair in one hand and wrapping it around his fist.
“It’s so good. You’re so good, baby. Please don’t stop. I love the sting. The heat.”
It was like she was opening up for him, showing him the secret side of herself, expressing the desires she’d hesitated to set free. Desire for him.
And the idea of that made Huck’s chest twist in a way he wanted it to keep twisting.
“I won’t stop,” he said. He tugged her hair gently and guided her up. He wrapped one hand around her breasts and held her tight against his chest as he pistoned in and out of her. Their bodies slickened with sweat. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, her ear as he overtook her and gave her everything he could. Everything that was left of him.
Which, he was realizing, might not be much. He had half a heart, half a soul, but in that moment, she could have it. All his damage, all his fear—he took her desire for him and used it to soften the pain. Lost himself over and over in her hot depths, because it was the single best thing he’d felt in years.
It wasn’t just about her mouth. Her slick folds. Her maddening touch.
It was about the way she looked at him. He’d been with other women since Sydney, but they’d only wanted something from him.
Not Autumn. She didn’t want something from him. She wanted him. The man himself.
He held her close, one arm wrapped around her middle, the other cupping her mound, and he rubbed her clit. He watched her. Could see just the side of her face, her eyes squeezed tight and the smallest smile playing over her lips.
“I’m there. Oh god, I’m going to come again… Come with me,” she said, and there was no way he could disobey. When he felt her tight sheath grip and soak him further with her orgasm, he fell over the edge, the sound of her happy cries in his ears, and he was certain this was heaven.
…
Autumn inhaled deeply. Huck was buried inside her, and she’d never felt more connected to anyone. He seemed to read her perfectly, even when she wasn’t quite sure what she was doing. She loved the challenge between them. Loved the playfulness and the passion. More than anything, loved that he seemed to care as much about what she wanted as he did about letting her know what he wanted.
Her ass rubbed against his torso, and the heat from his spanking made her skin light up in a way she’d never known existed.
He slowly moved to pull out of her, and she realized she’d reached back to clutch him and keep him close to her. She softened her grasp from his nape and let him step away.
“Be right back,” he said, kissed her quick on the shoulder, then disappeared down the hall toward the bathroom.
She stood up fully. Her muscles ached in a great way, but reality set in. She was in his home. Penny’s words came back:
Huck never has women over.
Huck wanted to be the leaver. But she was standing in his home. Would he still expect her to leave? Maybe since it was his home he wouldn’t have an issue with her walking out? She didn’t know. She pulled down her skirt and looked at her panties on the floor, then grabbed her tank and bra.
Something heavy and cold settled in her stomach, but she pushed past it. This was how things worked. They’d fucked, and now they were done. Time to leave. Just like Huck would want. Maybe that’s why he’d brought her here? So when she left, it wouldn’t hurt his pride, not like it had in the past. This was his home. He needed this to happen on his turf so that when they were done, he could kick her out.
That heavy ache turned to a brick of ice.
“What are you doing?” he asked, looking at her from the hallway in all his glorious nakedness. He’d taken care of the condom and now looked like a well-honed wall of graffitied muscle. The just-fucked hair and light sheen of sweat covering his body added to his endless sexiness. She wanted to groan at the sight of him.
This is a game, she reminded herself. Carefully orchestrated so she could leave without damaging his pride. She knew that. She’d gotten so caught up in the moment that she’d forgotten how this would all turn out. Which was stupid.
She put her tank on.
“I said…” He took a step closer, seemed to see what she was doing, and said in that commanding voice she’d heard a moment ago, “What. Are. You. Doing?”
She looked at him. “I’m leaving.”
He lifted his chin, his jaw tight. “Why? Do you not like it here?”
She looked around in confusion. His place was fine. A bachelor pad, but fine.
“I like your house.”
“Do you like it enough to stay the night?”
She stalled. Was this part of the game? If so, she had no idea what rules she was working with. Honesty seemed to work, and her bluntness ensured that she never left an encounter with too many questions, so she’d go that route.
“I thought that leaving was part of this deal?”
“I meant what I said. I want time with you while you’re here.”
“You don’t like being left. And I’m not looking to be a part of an issue that’s obviously unpleasant for you.”
His eyes went dark. “You’re already an issue. But I’m asking you to stay. The night. Here with me.”
She crossed her arms, bra in hand, and yeah, she felt like an idiot. A vulnerable, silly idiot.
“Why? Are you going to take off tomorrow morning and leave me here or something?”
He walked to her, cupped her face, and kissed her. She blinked wildly, then settled into the amazing feel of his mouth.
After a long kiss, he pulled back. “My only agenda is to keep you here until tomorrow morning,” he whispered against her mouth. “Not so I can walk away. Not so you can. In the morning, we’ll eat breakfast. And then you can do whatever you want.”
She looked around. “I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You think you’re going to need clothes?” When she laughed, he said, “Listen, I’m sorry I was an ass the first few mornings. I know it must be hard to trust me in this. I just want you to stay. That’s it. But I’ll leave it up to you.”
She looked into his eyes. She wanted to believe him. But she’d been burned too many times to take that chance. It was just a question of whether the pleasure he’d give her tonight was worth the pain she’d feel in the morning.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll stay until noon.”
A large smile split his face, and he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he carried her toward his bedroom. And she found herself hugging him like her heart depended on it.
Chapter Ten
Huck pulled the soft, sweet smelling woman closer and sighed as he breathed in the scent of her hair. God, she felt real. Warm and smooth. His cock pulsed hard against her ass, and he nuzzled his head deeper into the crook of her neck and hugged her tighter.
“So real…” he murmured. He could actually believe for a moment that it was Autumn. That this wasn’t a dream. That was she was here. Wrapped around him—
He cracked his eyes open to find black hair and olive skin. She was here. The sun was peaking up through the window, and he lay in his bed, in his house, holding her.
She’d stayed.
And he’d wanted that.
More importantly, he hadn’t woken haunted by thoughts of Sydney. He’d woken from dreaming about Autumn. He’d wanted to wake with her. So many mornings, he’d been greeted by cold memories, but today? He had her.
She sighed in her sleep and snuggled closer, her ass pressing further into his hard on.
He’d never been so taken with anyone, like he was a crazy teen again, and every time the wind blew right, he was ready to pounce on her. Only Autumn was the wind. No, she was the storm. The one that came out of nowhere, kicked his ass, and then left soft little rays of sunshine behind in her wake.
She whispered his name, and it was the best sound in the world. She wiggled again, and his cock slipped along her folds, which—god almighty—were already wet. Was she thinking of him? Dreaming of him? Fuck, he hoped so.
Without going too far from her, he turned and reached for a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on. When he turned back, she was facing him, sleepy gray eyes and a happy smile fixed on him.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
He faced her, settled back into bed, and ran his fingers along
her cheekbone.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
That sleepy smile grew. He was convinced there wasn’t a time the woman didn’t look perfect. Covered in oil, done up in a skirt, or first thing in the morning, she was always incredible. But first thing in the morning made his heart beat a little faster, because there, in his bed, just then, everything else was stripped away. She looked fresh and free from the weight of the world she usually carried around with her.
“Do you have anywhere to be?” she asked.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right where I want to be.” He looked at her. “What about you?”
She ran her foot up his calf then threw it over his hip, bringing their best parts together, and if he wasn’t certain before, he was now—she was wet, and he groaned at the feeling.
“I’m pretty close to where I want to be,” she said with a little tease in her voice as she moved her hips to position the tip of his cock at her entrance.
“This better?” he asked, then softly nipped her bottom lip and slid an inch inside.
She closed her eyes and gasped. “Getting closer.”
“Closer huh?” He slid in another inch. “Better?”
“Almost there…”
He gripped her ass and pulled her on him as he thrust deep.
“There?” he asked on a ragged breath.
She hugged him tight. “Yes, right there.”
She kissed him hard, and he was a goner. He rolled her onto her back and kept the connection by staying between her thighs. He didn’t thrust, didn’t pound, just stayed deep and stirred within her.
She locked her arms and legs around him, like she was scared he would disappear. Little did she know, not a soul on earth could take him from this moment.
He wrapped her up, mashing their bodies as close as he could. He felt every inch of her skin against his and simply stayed deep inside her sex. Flexing, moving, never leaving. Never retreating.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked on a breathy whisper.
He said the only thing he could think of. The truth. “I’m lovin’ on you.”
Her eyes looked tender and misty, like a thundercloud on the brink of rain. He kissed her, and it was then that her whole body shuddered beneath him with release. He felt every part of her pleasure like it was his own, slow and burning, because his body threw him into the same spiral of sensation.
