Stranded (Boys Behaving Badly Book 4)

by Delilah Devlin

  He tucked my new boarding pass into my backpack and turned those smoldering brown eyes on me again. “Now, Ms. Duprey, your flight is sorted out. How do you plan to spend the next fifteen hours of your life?”

  I finally found my voice, and what came out of my mouth shocked the hell out of me. “I don’t know, Mr. Campbell,” I said with the same patronizing tone the airline agent had used. “Do you think you can last for fifteen hours?” I tried to keep a straight face, but when he threw back his head and laughed, I couldn’t help but join him.

  “There’s only one way to find out,” he said and slipped his arm around my waist to pull me to him. His mouth covered mine in a kiss that promised so much more.

  Frenzied heat stirred deep inside me. My body craved more, and I pressed myself against him, heedless of our public display. The moment spun on dragging me further from reality as his kiss, his hands, his total command of the situation stole my common sense. When he lifted his mouth from mine, I blindly let him guide me out into the night.

  The chauffeured car carried us a short distance to a glittering building that towered over the street, but I barely noticed any of it. His fingers traced light patterns over the tender skin inside my wrist, and with that simple motion, he kindled the flame of desire inside me to an inferno. I wanted to feel those fingers trace that same erotic dance all over my body.

  The elevator bore us to the top of the building, but the ride was far too short. He stood behind me and swept my hair to the side, baring my neck. His lips and tongue tasted and teased, finding all the spots that made my knees feel weak and my body clench in desire. The red numbers of the floors illuminated on the elevator panel swam and blurred in front of my eyes while he reduced me to a quivering mass of desire and lust with every pass of his mouth. I sighed and leaned against him, feeling another wave of excitement when I felt his arousal press against my backside. I shifted against it, and his hands settled on my hips holding me firmly to him.

  The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open to reveal a large open-plan apartment that was by far the most lavish room I’d ever been inside. I stepped into it, guided forward by his hand at my back. The doors hadn’t even swished shut before I spun and hungrily pulled him down for a kiss.

  His mouth met mine, and our tongues danced and dueled as our passion spilled over. My heart slammed in my chest, and desire whipped to a frenzy throughout my body and soul. I began to fight with my clothing, wanting nothing between us, but with a small, low laugh, he captured my hands.

  “Fifteen hours, Ms. Duprey. There’s no need to rush,” he breathed against my ear, causing a new eruption of butterflies to skitter through my core. Molten heat settled in my belly, and my desire built an ache deep inside me. He was in utter command of the situation and would not be rushed. Exhilaration swept through me at the thought, and I was surprised at my reaction. My body resonated with the knowledge that I would follow wherever he led.

  For now, he guided across the room to look out the enormous windows at the city sprawled below us. As far as I could see, points of light filled the night. I took a steadying breath and tried to focus my mind and establish some semblance of reason. Again, he pressed himself against my back and thoughts of control melted in a fresh surge of sensation.

  Behind me, he pulled in a long, slow breath while his hands slipped under my shirt, making me gasp and lean into him. My hands curled into fists against the compulsion to touch him in return, knowing that my time would come. His hands skimmed upward and cupped my aching breasts. I bit my lip but couldn’t stop my whimper of longing when he squeezed gently. This man was unraveling me, like pulling a thread on a sweater until it was no more than a pile of yarn. Every touch undid me just a little more.

  He tugged my shirt over my head and tossed it aside; my bra quickly followed it. This time when his hands cupped my breasts, his thumb and forefinger firmly rolled my nipples, just like Colin had done to Ilsa in the story. I thought of the story and wondered if I could ever capture in words the feel his breath against my neck when he dipped his head to drop a kiss on my shoulder or the frisson of excitement in my stomach he elicited with every caress of his fingers.

  My mind couldn’t hold any more coherent thoughts as he closed his teeth gently just where my neck and shoulder joined. I moaned low in my chest, and my hands pressed against the window. Tremors ran through me as his mouth continued to drive me wild while his hands gave my breasts another squeeze before sliding down to unfasten my jeans. He slowly kissed his way down my back, finding places that made me gasp and shiver. Kneeling behind me, he pulled my jeans and panties to my ankles in one motion. I quickly kicked them and my shoes off and stood naked with my hands pressed to the glass, staring over the unknowing city, lost in hunger, need, and lust.

  He feathered kisses across my lower back before he stood and crowded me against the glass until my breasts met the cool surface. My nipples contracted viciously at the sudden chill, and a delicious ache filled my breasts. His hands rested at my hips while he ground his rock-hard cock against my ass and pressed me closer to the glass. I rested my cheek on the window, realizing I was on display to the world, though he was the only one who could see.

  My heart knocked hard in my chest as I stood trapped between the heat of his body and the cool transparent barrier to the night. I waited with ever mounting anticipation. I wanted him to take me right there, from behind, pressed against the glass. I wanted him to let me slowly strip him naked and feel his skin against mine. Cascades of images of our bodies twined together in pleasure ran through my mind. The moment stretched on as my imagination galloped out of control until he turned me gently to face him and his mouth met mine.

  Fueled by the images in my head, I wound my arms around his neck and pressed my body firmly against his. I lifted one leg and wrapped it around his hip, trying to get even closer. He growled, a low masculine sound that rumbled in his chest, and bent his knees slightly to grab my ass. When he stood, I wrapped both my legs around his waist and clung to him. He carried me a few feet to a large, comfy-looking sofa and sat down with me astride his lap.

  His clothes were rough against my skin, and I pulled impatiently at them. My hips rocked against his, driven by the pulsating demand of my body. I worked the buttons of his shirt free and sighed as my hands slid over the smooth skin of his muscular chest. I pushed it off his shoulders and willingly followed his insistent embrace that pulled me tightly against him. His skin met mine and sent tingles racing through me. My hips ground harder against him as my mouth kissed his, demanding more. My patience evaporated, and I struggled to force my own will on the situation. I wanted all of him—now.

  I shifted to slide from his lap, so I could gain access to that last part of him I so desperately wanted, but he held me in place with a strong arm wrapped around my waist. His other hand fisted in my hair and tilted my head to the side, allowing him to concentrate on that most sensitive spot on my neck. I jerked when his teeth closed with less gentleness than before, and my back arched toward him, begging for more.

  He kissed the spot before moving his mouth to my ear. He spoke in a hoarse whisper, “Stand up. I want to taste you.”

  Mindlessly, I obeyed and planted my feet on the couch on either side of his hips. His hands slid along my leg and pulled my hips toward his mouth. Widening my stance and bending my knees, I settled against his shoulders and braced my hands on the back of the sofa. With a bold stroke, his tongue parted my innermost folds and swept over my aching clit. My nails dug into the leather, and I opened myself wider to him. He delved deeper with a low moan that thrilled me with its sound of utter desire.

  A kaleidoscope of pleasure bloomed deep inside me as he worked his hot mouth against me. His tongue teased and stroked. When he closed his teeth with exquisite tenderness on my aching clit, I groaned, and with my hand buried in his hair, rocked frantically against him. His fingers dug into my hips as I blindly sought my release. My panting groan turned into a cry of pleasure as my climax crashed
over me, drawing my body into a tight spasm of ecstasy before an eruption of bliss blotted out everything else.

  I melted down on jelly legs in the aftermath and settled on his lap. Gently, he stroked my back for a while before he shifted and laid me on the sofa, sliding from beneath me. I moaned a protest but didn’t cling to him, since I still couldn’t muster the energy for it. Instead, I lay back and watched him as he let his shirt fall to the floor. I knew my eyes shone with naked lust as he opened the fly of his jeans and let them fall to the floor. His hard cock sprang free, and I licked my lips at the sight of it. His hand closed around his shaft, and he slowly stroked himself while I took in every inch of his hard, muscular body.

  I felt my desire rousing again, swirling a current of excitement and heat through my core. Languidly, I slipped off the couch and crawled the short distance to where he stood. I sat back on my heels and looked up at the gorgeous man standing before me. Never had I knelt in front of anyone like this. The position had me breathless with anticipation. I met his gaze and waited, letting him see my desire, my need in my eyes. Silently, I pleaded for him to give me what I needed.

  One of those wicked half smiles traced his lips as he stood looking down at me, still slowly stroking himself. I wanted to take him in my mouth, suck him deep and long, but I was a quick learner. He was leading this dance, and God help me, it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. So, I waited and watched his hand make the slow, steady journey up and down his shaft. I brought my finger to my lips and licked the tip with my tongue before I wrapped my lips around it and sucked. His jaw tightened, and his eyes blazed with heat. I smiled, pleased to have elicited a reaction and dropped my hand to my nipple, rolling it between my fingers.

  Leaning forward just enough to touch me, he traced my lips with the silken head of his erection. When he pulled away, I was quick to lick my lips and have my first taste of him.

  “More,” I breathed and opened my mouth, tilting toward him greedily.

  His hand stroked my hair as he gave me what I wanted and took the last step toward me, sliding himself into my waiting mouth. I moaned as his shaft moved over my tongue. His cock throbbed and twitched when I pulled back and sucked. My hands moved up and down his powerful legs as I worked him in and out of my mouth. His fingers curled in my hair and slowed me down when I got carried away. I complied, and with the next stroke into my mouth, I cupped his firm ass in my hands and pulled him toward me, taking him to the root. I relaxed and let him slide down the back of my throat and heard him gasp and moan. When I pulled back and released him, I wrapped my hand around his shaft. His eyes were an inferno of lust.

  “Turn around and kneel against the couch,” he commanded in a hard-edged tone that betrayed his tenuous control.

  I scrambled to obey, driven wild by the thought I had pushed him to that point. I knelt, draped my upper body on the sofa, and waited impatiently as I heard him rip open the condom wrapper. I looked over my shoulder and watched hungrily as he rolled the condom over his massive cock.

  He dropped to his knees behind me. He stroked my back, making me arch up like a cat. I rocked back against him, wanting him inside me. But he was the master of the situation, and instead of sinking into me, he slid himself from my clit up to my ass and back down. I trembled as he moved through my slick juices, wondering at how hot he was as he paused to rub exquisite circles over my clit. I tilted my hips upward and spread my knees wide as I moaned into the couch cushions.

  My moan choked off in a gasp when he moved to press against my ass. He didn’t try to push into me but held the slippery, hot tip of his cock firmly against me, while I quivered under the onslaught of sensations. His hands caressed my lower back, and he circled his hips. My hands fisted as pleasure and excitement warred with anxiety. I had never been touched like this. Tension mounted inside me, making my body go rigid.

  “Easy, Ms. Duprey. I’m not going any further than this,” he murmured as his hands continued to skim over my back. I relaxed at his reassurance and let the sensations he was creating with his slow circling motion sweep me away. When his hand slipped down to stroke my clit, my entire body tightened again, this time in pleasure.

  I was drowning in a tidal wave of sensations and bliss when he moved suddenly and in one smooth motion, buried himself inside my throbbing pussy. I clenched tightly around him, and his hands gripped my hips. I heard his ragged moan echoing mine. My heart hammered at his obvious pleasure. He ground himself brutally against me. I braced myself and pushed back into him, my breath hissing out in a long, low moan.

  And then, I felt the change in him. I felt his tight restraint crumble as his body trembled against mine. Another surge of heat ran through me. I had wanted this since he’d first touched me. His fingers dug into my hips, and he began to move with hard driving thrusts. Primal passion claimed me, body and soul. I slammed back into him, meeting every thrust with my own parry. I embraced the storm brewing in me as his tempo grew to a furious pace.

  His moan of pleasure as he exploded inside me pushed me over the edge. He pumped his hips hard against me while my back arched, and I fell to pieces yet again. The crescendo rolled over us and left me breathless in its wake. I felt him shaking behind me, and he pulled me into his lap as he sunk to the floor. I felt boneless as he cradled me against his chest and shifted, so his back was to the sofa. He pulled a throw from the couch and covered us with it. We drifted in comfortable warmth, lost in the heady aftermath.

  I forced my eyes open when he said, “Where was this passionate, sexy woman in your story?”

  I looked out the vast windows and into the night. “I didn’t even know she existed until you found her.”

  He looked down at me, his big brown eyes reflecting an unfathomable expression—perhaps half disbelief and half desire. “Well then, Ms. Duprey, I suggest we acquaint ourselves further with her. Are you ready for chapter two?”

  I smiled and pulled his mouth to mine, knowing that I’d found what I’d been missing—my muse. This wasn’t a new chapter in a book. This was the beginning of the next chapter in my life, and feeling him already hard for me again, I knew that “the male aspect” would never be lacking again—on or off the page.

  Burning Stars

  By Kimberly Lithe

  Valiya did her best to ignore the sound of running water behind her. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to concentrate on the task in front of her. As a Volporan, her senses were stronger than most of the other humanoid species. Right now, the water was all she could focus on, and it was driving her imagination wild.

  A sharp electrical zap from the exposed wires sent her stumbling back with a yelp. After retracting her extendable claws then licking at her injured digit, she turned around, looking for a soothing gel. When her gaze snagged on the naked body before her, she realized her mistake.

  Kade was, without a doubt, the most blindingly attractive male she’d ever laid eyes on. If not for his atrocious personality, she would sing praises of his body to the stars. There was also the minor issue of his incarceration for desertion and murder. Indeed, Prisoner 498-3 was so sexy, it was criminal.

  He stood, completely bare, in the center of his cell, water cascading around him. All prisoners on the transpo ship were provided with modesty suits that allowed them to cleanse in the open without embarrassment. Not that he ever wore one when she was around. Standing more than a foot taller than Valiya, at six-foot-five, with no trace of excess body fat, and a cock that would make a god weep, Kade had nothing to be embarrassed about.

  Altered Terrans, like Kade, were designed to be the zenith of military grade bio weaponry. The treaty Earth had signed with the Alliance meant that any human could be subject to the draft. Once chosen, they were taken from Earth and modified to be stronger, faster, and more lethal. Alts were the Alliance’s answer to their dwindling military force.

  Most planets provided something beneficial to the Alliance: technology, resources, agriculture, etc. The Terrans had squandered everything they�
�d had until their world was barely worth the nuclear material required to destroy it. They also hadn’t possessed the capabilities for faster than light travel or even significant deep space exploration. In exchange for protection from scavengers, pirates, and other ne’er-do-wells, the Terrans agreed to supply the Alliance with soldiers. Any Terrans who refused the draft, or failed in their duties, were labeled deserters and sent to penal planets to work in mines.

  According to ship’s gossip, Kade had been sent on assignment to Proxtus-8, a trading hub. He’d been ordered to assassinate someone trading information with the Alliance’s enemies. Instead, he’d killed his handlers and the informant, and then made off with the data. Valiya didn’t know what the data was, but the Alliance had been pissed-off enough to send an entire hit-squad after him. They’d found him, but not the data.

  “Enjoying the show, darlin’?”

  Kade’s low husky tone felt like a soft caress to Valiya’s heightened hearing. Her gaze followed his soapy hands as he washed his chest. She could only imagine how firm his muscles felt, how they might flex beneath her touch. His hands continued to move down his body, the white of the soap contrasting against his tanned skin. His legs shifted, and he moved his hands to wash along the insides of his thighs.

  Valiya could feel her body heating and her breathing becoming shallow. His hands were so close, barely a hair’s breadth away, from his impressive cock. She licked her lips as his palm finally brushed over his hard length. She watched as it twitched slightly under his whispered caress.

  A quiet whine escaped her throat when his hands moved back to his abdomen. She became flustered when she caught herself rubbing her thighs together. The distinct slipperiness and the smell of her own arousal proved it. Kade had won this round.