Texas Wild

by Brenda Jackson

  “I need to touch you,” she said softly.

  “Then here, let me help,” he said, easing his shirt from his shoulders. A breathless moan slipped from her throat. The man was so perfectly made she could feel her womb convulsing, clinching with a need she was beginning to understand.

  Her hand went to his belt buckle and within seconds she had slid it out of the loops to toss it on the floor. On instinct, she practically licked her lips as she eased down his zipper. Never had she been this bold with a man, never this brazen. But something was driving her to touch him, to taste him, the same way he had done to her last night.

  All she could register in her mind was that this scenario was one she had played out several times in her dreams. The only thing was, all the other times she would wake up. But this was reality at its best.

  “Let me help you with this, as well,” he whispered.

  And then she watched as he eased his jeans and briefs down his legs and revealed an engorged erection. He was huge, and on instinct, her hand reached out and her fingers curled around the head. She heard how his breathing changed. How he was forcing air into his lungs.

  When she began moving her fingers, getting to know this part of him, she felt rippling muscles on every inch of him. The thick length of his aroused shaft filled her hand and then some. This was definitely a fine work of art. Perfect in every way. Thick. Hard. With large veins running along the side.

  “Do you have what you want?” he asked in a deep, husky tone.

  “Almost.” And that was the last word she spoke before easing down to her knees and taking him into her mouth.

  * * *

  A breathless groan escaped from between Rico’s lips. He gripped the curls on Megan’s head and threw his head back as her mouth did a number on him. He felt his muscles rippling as her tongue tortured him in ways he didn’t know were possible. Her head, resting against his belly, shifted each time her mouth moved and sent pleasurable quivers all through him.

  He felt his brain shutting down as she licked him from one end to the other, but before it did, he had to know something. “Who taught you this?”

  The words were wrenched from his throat, and he had to breathe hard. She paused a moment to look up at him. “I’ll tell you later.”

  She then returned to what she was doing, killing him softly and thoroughly. What was she trying to do? Lick him dry and swallow him whole? Damn, it felt like it. Every lick of her tongue was causing him to inhale, and every long powerful suck was forcing him to exhale. Over and over again. He felt on the edge of exploding, but forced himself not to. He wanted it to be just like in his dreams. He wanted to spill inside of her.

  “Megan.” He gently tugged on a section of her hair, while backing up to pull out of her mouth.

  And before she could say anything, he had whipped her from her knees and placed her on the bed, while removing her pajama top and bottoms in the process. He wanted her, and he wanted her now.

  Picking up his jeans off the floor, he retrieved a condom packet from his wallet and didn’t waste any time while putting it on. He glanced at her, saw her watching and saw how her gaze roamed over his entire body. “Got another question for you, Megan, and you can’t put off the answer until later. I need to know now.”

  She shifted her gaze from below his waist up to face. “All right. What’s your question?”

  “How is your energy level?”

  She lifted a brow. “My energy level?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why do you want to know?”

  “Because,” he said, slowly moving toward the bed. “I plan to make love to you all night.”

  Twelve

  All night?

  Before Megan had time to digest Rico’s proclamation, he had crawled on the bed with her and proceeded to pull her into his arms and seize her mouth. They needed to talk. There were other things he needed to know besides her energy level; things she wanted to tell him. She wanted to share with him what was in her heart but considering what they were sharing was only temporary, it wouldn’t be a good idea. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel guilty about not reciprocating her feelings. And then there was the issue of her virginity. He didn’t have a clue right now, but pretty soon he would, she thought as he slid his tongue between her lips.

  His skin, pressed next to hers, felt warm, intoxicating, and he was kissing her with a passion and greed that surpassed anything she’d ever known. There was no time for talking. Just time to absorb this, take it all in and enjoy. A shiver ran through her when he released her mouth and lowered his head to aim for her breasts, sucking a nipple.

  He really thought they could survive an all-nighter? she asked herself. No way. And when he reached down to slide his fingers between her legs and stroked her there, she moaned out his name. “Rico.”

  He paid her no mind, but continued to let his mouth lick her hardened nipple, while his hand massaged her clit, arousing her to the point where jolts of pleasure were running through her body.

  She knew from his earlier question that he assumed she was experienced with this sort of thing. Little did he know she was as green as a cucumber. Again she thought, he needed to be told, but not now. Instead, she reached out to grip his shoulders as his fingers circled inside of her, teasing her mercilessly and spreading her scent in the air.

  Then he leaned up, leaving her breasts. Grabbing a lock of her hair with his free hand, he tugged, pulling her face to his and kissing her hard on the mouth, sending her passion skyrocketing while shock waves of pleasure rammed through her.

  He pulled his mouth from hers and whispered against her moist lips. “You’re ready for me now. You’re so wet I can’t wait any longer,” he said, nibbling on her earlobe and running his tongue around the rim of her ear, so close that she could feel his hot breath.

  He moved to slide between her legs and straddle her thighs, looked down at her and whispered, “I’m going to make it good for you, baby. The best you’ve ever had.”

  She opened her mouth to tell him not only would it be the best, but that it would also be the first she ever had when his tongue again slid between her lips. That’s when she felt him pressing hard against her, trying to make an entry into her.

  “You’re tight, baby. Relax,” he whispered against her cheek as he reached down and grabbed his penis, guiding it into her. He let the head stroke back and forth along her folds. She started moaning and couldn’t stop. “There, you’re letting go. Now I can get inside you,” he whispered huskily.

  “It’s not going to be easy,” she whispered back.

  He glanced down at her. “Why do you say that?” he asked as he continued to stroke her gently, sliding back and forth through her wetness.

  Megan knew he deserved an answer. “I’m tight down there for a reason, Rico.”

  “What reason is that?”

  “Because I’ve never made love with a man before.”

  His hand went still. “Are you saying—”

  “Yes, that’s what I’m saying. But I’ve never wanted any man before.” Never loved one before you, she wanted to say, but didn’t. “Don’t let that stop you from making love to me tonight, Rico.”

  He leaned in and gently kissed her lips. “Nothing can stop me from making love to you, sweetheart. I couldn’t stop making love to you tonight even if my life depended on it.”

  And then he was kissing her again, this time with a furor that had her trembling. Using his knees, he spread he
r legs wider, and she felt the soft fabric against her skin when he grabbed a pillow to ease under her backside. He pulled back from the kiss. “I wish I could tell you it’s not going to hurt. But…”

  “Don’t worry about it. Just do it.”

  He looked down at her. “Just do it?”

  “Yes, and please do it now. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve waited twenty-seven years for this, Rico.” And for you.

  She looked dead center into his eyes. She felt the head of him right there at her mound. He reached out and gently stroked the side of her face and whispered, “I want to be looking at you when I go inside of you.”

  Their gazes locked. She felt the pressure of him entering her and then he grabbed her hips, whispered for her to hold on and pushed deeper with a powerful thrust.

  “Rico!” she cried out, but he was there, lowering his head and taking her mouth while he pushed even farther inside her, not stopping until he was buried deep. And then, as if on instinct, her inner muscles began clenching him hard.

  He threw his head back and released a guttural moan. “What are you doing to me?”

  He would ask her that. “I don’t know. It just feels right” was the only reply she could give him. In response, he kissed her again while his lower body began moving. Slowly at first, as if giving her body time to adjust. And then he changed the rhythm, while leaning down to suck on her tongue.

  Megan thought she was going to go out of her mind. Never had she thought, assumed, believed—until now. He was moving at a vigorous pace, and she cried out, not in pain but in sensations so pleasurable they made her respond out loud.

  Her insides quivered, and she went after his tongue with speed and hunger. She cried out, screamed, just like she’d done that night at the south ridge. That only made him thrust harder and penetrate deeper. Then they both ignited in one hell of an explosion that sent sparks flying all through her body, and especially to the area where their bodies were joined.

  He shook, she shook and the bed shook almost off the hinges as he continued to pound into her…making her first time a time she would always remember. It seemed as if it took forever for them to come down off their orgasmic high. When they did, he shifted his weight off hers and pulled her to him.

  “We’ll rest up a bit,” he said silkily. “How do you feel?”

  She knew her eyes were filled with wonderment at what they’d done. “I feel good.” And she meant it.

  Her heart was beating fast, and her pulse was off the charts. She had totally and completely lost control. But all that was fine because she had gotten the one thing she’d wanted. A piece of Rico Claiborne.

  * * *

  Rico pulled her closer to him, tucked her body into the curve of his while he stroked a finger across her cheek. He’d only left the bed to dispose of the condom and get another. Now he was back and needed the feel of her in his arms. She had slept for a while, but now she was awake and he had questions.

  “I think it’s time to tell me how someone who can work their mouth on a man the way you do has managed to remain a virgin. I can think of one possibility, but I want to hear it from you.”

  She smiled up at him. “What? That I prefer oral sex to the real thing?” She shook her head. “That’s not it, and just to set the record straight, I’ve never gone down on a man until you.”

  He leaned back and lifted a brow. “Are you saying that—”

  “Yes. What I did to you tonight was another first for me.”

  He chuckled. “Hell, you could have fooled me.”

  Excitement danced in her eyes. “Really? I was that good?”

  “Yeah,” he said, running a finger across her cheek again. “Baby, you were that good. So, if I was your first, how did you know what to do?”

  She snuggled closer to him. “I was snooping over at Zane’s place one day, looking for a pair of shoes I figured I’d left there, and came across this box under his bed. I was curious enough to look inside and discovered a bunch of DVDs marked with Xs. So of course I had to see what was on them.”

  Rico chuckled again. “Is that the box he mentioned he would get from you after dinner the other night?”

  She smiled. “No, that’s another box altogether, a lock box. So he would know if I had tampered with it. Those videos were in a shoe box, and to this day I’ve never told Zane about it. I was only seventeen at the time, but I found watching them pretty darn fascinating. I was curious about how a woman could give a man pleasure that way, with her mouth.”

  “But not curious enough to try it on anyone until now?”

  There was amusement in his voice, but to her it wasn’t amusing, not even a little bit, because what he’d said was true. She hadn’t had any desire to try it out on any other man but him. “Yes.”

  “I’m glad. I’m also surprised you’ve never been curious enough to sleep with anyone.”

  “I couldn’t see myself sharing a bed with a man just for the sake of curiosity. Had I been in a serious relationship things might have been different, but most of my life has been filled with either going to school or working. I never had time for serious relationships. And the few times that a man wanted to make it serious, I just wasn’t feeling it.”

  But she hadn’t had a problem feeling him. She had wanted him. Had wanted to taste him the way he had tasted her. Had wanted to put her mouth on him the same way he’d put his on her. And she didn’t regret doing so.

  But nothing had prepared her for when he had shed his pants and briefs and shown his body to her. He was so magnificently made, with a masculine torso and rippling muscles. What had captured her attention more than anything else was the engorged erection he had revealed. Seeing it had aroused her senses and escalated her desires.

  But for her, last night had been about more than just sex. She loved him. She wasn’t certain just how she felt being in a one-sided love affair, but she wouldn’t worry about it for now. She had let her hair down and was enjoying the situation tremendously. She had been in control of her emotions for so long, and she’d thought that was the best way to be, but now she was seeing a more positive side of being out of control. She knew what it felt like to be filled with a need that only one man could take care of. She knew how it felt to be wild.

  And she wanted to experience more of it.

  She pulled away from Rico and shifted her body to straddle his.

  “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” he asked, trying to pull her back into his arms.

  She shook her head. “Taking care of this,” she whispered. “You said I can have control so I’m claiming ownership. You also told me you wanted me, and you told me what would happen if we were together. It did happen, and now I want to show you how much I want you.”

  “But you’re sore.”

  She chuckled. “And I’ll probably be sore for a long time. You aren’t a small man, you know. But I can handle it, and I can handle you. I want to handle you, Rico, so let me.”

  He held her gaze, and the heat radiating between them filled the room with desire. His hands lifted and stroked her face, touched her lips that had covered his shaft, and she understood the degree of hunger reflected in his eyes. There was no fighting the intense passion they seemed to generate. No fighting it, and no excusing it.

  “Then you are going to handle it, baby. You are the only woman who can,” she heard him whisper.

  Pleased by what he said, she lowered her head, and he snagged her mouth by nibbling at her lips, stroking the
m with his tongue. She gripped his shoulders, and his erection stood straight up, aimed right for her womanly core like it had a mind of its own and knew what it wanted.

  The need to play around with his mouth drove her to allow his tongue inside her lips. And then she toyed with his tongue, sucked on it and explored every aspect of his mouth. The way his hand was digging into her scalp made her tongue lash out even more, and she felt him tremble beneath her. The thought that she could make him feel this way, give him this much pleasure, sent her blood rushing through her veins.

  She eased the lower part of her body down but deliberately did it in a way that had his penis under her and not inside of her. Then she moved her thighs to grind herself against his pubic bone.

  “Oh, hell.” The words rushed from his lips, and she closed her eyes, liking the feel of giving him such an intimate massage. Moving back and forth, around in circular motions, christening his flesh with her feminine essence.

  “I need you now, Megan. I can’t take any more.” His voice was filled with torment. Deciding to put him out of his misery, she leaned up and positioned her body so he could slide inside of her.

  Megan shuddered when she felt the head of his shaft pierce through her wetness, pushing all the way until it could go no more. She held his gaze as she began to ride him. She’d always heard that she was good at riding a horse, and she figured riding a man couldn’t be much different. So she rode him. Easing lower then easing back up, she repeated the steps until they became a sensual cycle. She heard his growl of pleasure, and the sound drove her to ride him hard.

  Grabbing her hips, he lifted his own off the bed to push deeper inside of her. “Aw, hell, you feel so damn good, Megan.” His shaft got even larger inside of her, burying deeper.

  His words triggered a need within her, a need that was followed by satisfaction when her body exploded. She screamed and continued coming apart until she felt his body explode, as well. Pleasure was ripping through her, making it hard to breathe. He was rock-solid, engorged, even after releasing inside of her. He wouldn’t go down. It was as if he wasn’t through with her yet.