A Little Less Conversation

by Rhyannon Byrd

A Little Less Conversation

  He was lost. Some kind of savage, terrifying snarl ripped out of his throat, and he couldn’t control it. He had no control. Her words and the soft press of her mouth, the sweet clench of her cunt, all of it drove him over the edge and out of his mind. He shouted, pulling back, and then rammed forward with all his strength, until their groins slammed together and she’d taken every hard, aching inch of his cock again. He hammered into her, burying himself solid and deep again and again, while her soft sobs and cries for more filled his ear, and he couldn’t stop. His hands, damp and shaking, moved to clutch at the soft swell of her sweet little ass, and he held her pressed between his lust and the ungiving surface of the table, fucking her with everything that he had.

  He took her at her word and gave all that she’d asked for.

  The table lurched across the Spanish-tiled floor, screeching and jarringly loud as it slammed into the wall. A distant part of his euphoria-dazed brain hoped like crazy her neighbors weren’t nosy enough to come and investigate, because there was no way in hell he was stopping. His blood thundered in his ears, accompanied by the sexy sounds breaking from Melanie’s throat, and he moved his arms under her legs, lifting them high as he reached up and curled his hands beneath her shoulders. Her eyes widened the second she realized how thoroughly he had her controlled, her body trapped in his unbreakable hold. He tried to smile to reassure her, but the muscles in his face wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, he heard himself growling a deep, rumbling sound of absolute possession, while his body rode her in a hard, pounding rhythm, his heavy cock powering into her.

  Then he felt that first exquisite contraction—that mind-shattering rush of liquid fire—and he knew she was coming.

  “Mark! ” she screamed, pulling him closer at the exact moment her climax shot through her, erupting with the earthy violence of a warm tropical storm, lashing him with sensation. He growled against the tender silk of her neck, roaring like a bull as he battered into her, no finesse or skill or smooth seduction—just a beast claiming his woman in the most elemental, brutally intense way he could imagine. And then he 103

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  followed her over, trembling on his feet, every muscle taut and stretched to the breaking point, his head thrown back, chest heaving, while his body did its best to turn itself inside out. He poured into her forever, until it felt as if he’d given everything, all that he was, into her body. The thick, pounding pleasure of release pumped rhythmically through his blood to an ancient, primordial beat—her name shouted into the air, guttural and raw, laden with emotion. There was something so basic and primal and perfect about filling her with his cum, and it erupted from his body with jaw-grinding ecstasy until he felt battered and bruised, the knowledge that this one sexual encounter had surpassed the culmination of every erotic moment he’d ever experienced burning like a bright, incandescent light of truth in his passion-drugged brain.

  When it was over, he released her shoulders and collapsed on top of her, his lips twitching with the exhausted twinges of a smile at the cute grunt of sound she made.

  Her sweet arms wrapped around him, stroking the slick heat of his back, holding him tightly.

  Mark never wanted her to let him go.

  When their breathing grew calm and their flesh went cool, Melanie stroked the long line of his spine, marveling at the feel of him still hard and full inside her. He lifted his head, staring down at her through lambent, sexy-as-hell eyes, and with a crooked smile, he asked, “What?”

  “I was just thinking about what you said before. So… this…um, was what you thought would scare me away?”

  He shrugged, color washing over the high cut of his cheekbones. “You look like the sweet lie-on-your-back, missionary-position, with-the-lights-off type, Mel. I was terrified. And I gotta be honest with you, sweetheart—this is only the beginning. I want to twist and turn your beautiful body into every position that’s ever been imagined. Do things to you that will most likely shock you at first, but I can swear I’ll make you love them. All of them.”

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  “Well,” she laughed, “that’s what I was, but this is what I’ve dreamed of, Mark. This is what I’ve spent so many months wanting…with you.” He leaned down and kissed her. A sweet, smiling kiss that curled her toes. “And you fit me just like I knew you would. Perfect. I’ll never get enough.”

  “I’m glad you like it,” she laughed, mimicking his earlier words, “since it’s all yours.”

  “And this is all yours,” he drawled, kissing the sensitive underside of her jaw as he shifted his hips, nudging his cock a fraction deeper. “Don’t ever doubt it, baby. We may get kinky as hell with each other, but it’s always going to be just the two of us.” Then his head cocked slightly to the side as he studied her out of slowly darkening eyes, and in that deep, whiskey-rough voice, he added, “Though I can’t say that the idea of fucking you on my bar one night, after closing, with the windows open and the moonlight spilling all over this beautiful body, isn’t hot as hell. Knowing that anyone could walk by and see us, see how wild I can make you, how hard I can make you come and scream and how gorgeous you look when you’re getting fucked. When this sweet body is crammed so impossibly full of my hard dick, your mouth open and your face red, while rough little grunts of sound break out of you every time I pull back and then give it to you harder…deeper. Maybe even handcuff your hands behind your back, so you can’t fight it. Can’t try to cover your face or these perfect tits when someone walks by, watching, seeing all of it. Seeing just how thoroughly you belong to me. No,” he rasped, his voice velvety soft, but savage in its intensity, “I can’t say that I don’t find that idea hot as hell, Melanie.”

  “Oh god,” she whispered, her own voice low and throaty with thick, painful arousal, the visual image of his sinfully, sexually decadent fantasy pulsing through her body in a violent wave of desire, making her pussy ripple around him, clinging and hungry for exactly what he’d described.

  “I know,” he answered in a scratchy, almost breathless rumble. “Just thinking about it makes me feel the same way, sweetheart.”

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  She moaned in response, something dark and voluptuous, rich and succulent growing inside her, everything going heavy and moist, like a smoldering knot of desire inside her body as she felt his cock give a sharp twitch. “Mark…he’s…still hard.” His mouth twisted into a wicked, sexy smile, green eyes turning shimmering and bright. “Yeah, I know that, too. He’s been hard all fucking week, pounding like a goddamn toothache because I wanted you and couldn’t have you.” He leaned down and rubbed his mouth over hers, and the touch of his silken lips felt like love.

  “Is he, um, always like this?” she asked impishly, running the tip of her index finger down the hot side of his face, his silky stubble rasping against her skin.

  “Well, I’ve never been known to bat only once at the plate, but this—you—hell, this is like winning the pennant. He might not go down for days,” he drawled against her mouth, licking the plump pad of her lower lip before playfully nipping it with his teeth.

  “Mmm…lucky me. I knew I was incredibly intelligent to fall for you.”

  “I hope you’re ready to fall again,” he groaned, pulling back and then feeding his heavy shaft back into the sweet, sensitive vise of her thoroughly, beautifully fucked little cunt, jabbing his hips in shallow thrusts to work the thick rim of his cock head back into the clenching hold of her body. “Do you have any idea how perfect you feel?” he asked huskily, loving the feel of being in her, of working himself into her precious, cum-slick pussy again and again. “What it feels like sinking into you, fucking you?

  How goddamn different it is from anything I’ve ever known before?” Her head tilted back as the pleasure pushed up into her, heavy and full. “Do you have any idea how it feels to know I’m so wanted?”

  “I know how it feels to be the one wanting you,” he laugh
ed roughly. With one warm hand on the back of her neck, he pulled her forward, tilting her face until she too was watching the slow, heavy cramming of his body into hers, his tempo still deliberate and controlled, making her feel every inch as it moved in and out of her grasping tissues. “Doesn’t that tell you how much I want you?” 106

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  “Yeah, it’s a nice visual,” she agreed breathlessly, while her hands clutched the roped sinew of his forearms.

  He pressed his lips to her temple. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? I could stay inside you forever, but I’m about to lose it again any second now.”

  “I can’t wait,” she answered breathlessly.

  “If it’s too much,” he rumbled, “you’ll tell me?”

  “I told you before, I can take it.”

  “You’ll tell me,” he insisted, the words hard with command. Mel peeked at him from beneath her lashes to see his face damp with sweat, dark hair sticking to his temples.

  “Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll tell you. Now do your best.” His big hands clasped onto the rounded curve of her hips, and he held on to her as the next thrust powered him in. Her body jolted and the next one he pulled her into, so that they slammed together, and he sank in even deeper, making her back arch as a keen sensation of being utterly filled ripped up through her body.

  God, he’s breathtaking, she thought, the air in her lungs literally catching at the provocative visual he made. His beautiful body gleamed, bronzed and sweat-slick, the long muscle and sinew starkly defined. Around the rugged features of his face, his dark hair was damp and wild, the sensual line of his lips parted for the low grunts that came with each perfect thrust of his body into hers.

  Her gaze fell, and she made a low, purring sound of delight at the sight of the thick stalk of his cock gleaming wetly, coated in the slick heat of her cream and their recent climaxes, plowing its way into the tight clench of her inner vaginal lips. It stretched her open with a forceful, shoving motion that worked him in, fed him deeper, while the musky scents of sweat and slick, wet sex surrounded them. The air went thick around 107

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  them, buzzing with the sizzling sound of mating and the harsh, soughing rhythm of their breath as it battered its way from their lungs.

  “There’s so much of you,” she panted, gasping, her voice unusually husky and raw.

  He felt like a hot, thick force shoving into her, parting her walls, demanding that she make room for him—that she accept all of him.

  “I want more. Let me feel this sweet little cunt rippling around me…pulling me deeper, so beautiful and hungry. Come for me, Melanie. I want to feel you come again, sweetheart.” He lowered his head and nipped carefully at her rosy nipples, working the swollen peaks against the roof of his mouth with the flat of his raspy tongue, while his hips drove into her, powerful and possessive, relentless in their purpose.

  When the orgasm hit her, it was so beautiful and cleansing and pure that she could do nothing but writhe beneath the thrashing wave of pleasure, smiling up at him, loving the stark look of lust and need and love etched into his fierce expression as he lifted his head to watch her.

  “Damn, woman,” he rumbled, “you are so gorgeous.” She gave a small, disagreeing shake of her head, unable to keep the shy smile from curling her lips. “No, I’m not.”

  “Yes, you are,” he groaned, leaning down to take her mouth in another slow, sweet, wickedly suggestive kiss that had him claiming every part of her. “And I can prove it to you.”

  “How’s that?”

  “Like this.” He gave a thick, grinding thrust, driving deep until he was pressed against that sweet spot that only he could reach, then held himself there. “No one else, Mel. No one else has ever made me feel like this before. If you want me, it’ll be only yours for the rest of my life.”

  “All mine, huh?”

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  The grin spreading across his face was pure, wicked mischief. “Uh-huh, with certain conditions, of course.”

  Mel arched one brow. “And those would be?”

  He ran his hand down the dipping swell of her torso, the touch of his body, both inside and out, making her arch in a voluptuous wave beneath him, her soft breasts swaying upon her chest in a provocative dance that seemed to capture his full attention.

  “All of this, all of you, is mine forever. No one else’s. No one’s to touch, to kiss, to stroke, to fuck, but me. Christ, you feel so right. I swear I never knew it could be like this.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like I’m sinking into every part of you. And you holding me so sweetly, so wet and tight like you never want to let me go.”

  “I don’t want to let you go. But,” she laughed on a harsh burst of air, “I might not be able to walk straight after this.”

  He smiled this time—a slow, wicked smile of pure carnal intent. “It’s okay, honey.

  I’ll carry you everywhere you need to go.”

  And suddenly his strong arms were wrapped around her, one across her back, the other locking around her hips, holding her in place as he stood up, his cock driving impossibly deep, and began walking across her living room, heading for the dim hallway.

  “Hold on, Mel,” he soothed in a low, melting voice when she gasped. “Put your arms around my neck and hold on tight, baby.”

  “If this is how you plan on getting me around town, then my standing with the town gossips is going to skyrocket!”

  He laughed, and she gasped at the resulting jolt deep inside her.

  “You okay?” he asked, his deep voice sharp with concern.

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  “Yeah,” she breathed, licking her lips, “you’re just…um, big. But I can’t help wanting more…and more.” Her face burned with heat. “I never knew I was this greedy.”

  “Greedy? Hell, woman, I want to go tie you up to your bed and take you again, even harder this time. I want to ride you through your mattress, honey, and get so deep into you that you can feel me shoving into the back of your throat. So be as greedy as you want, angel. I love it.”

  She knew he was speaking figuratively in that funny, raunchy sex-talk of his that made her burn so freaking hot inside she felt like she’d explode…but he was so deliciously big, she couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that he did reach deep inside her.

  Deeper than she’d thought a man could go, but there was no denying that she loved it.

  Suddenly he turned, pressing her against the cool surface of her hallway wall.

  “What are you doing?” she asked drowsily, sifting her fingers through the damp silk of his hair, knowing she was staring up at him like a lovesick little fool, but too happy to care.

  His smile was hard and full of mischief. “I’m losing control again—and nailing you to the wall, sweetheart.”

  “Ooh…I can’t wait,” she laughed. “I’ve never had sex against a wall before.”

  “Oh shit,” he groaned, lowering his forehead to hers, “that isn’t helping, you little tease.”

  “What?” she asked, turning her face to press a kiss to the warm, scratchy silk of his cheek.

  “I’m trying to be cool here, but you keep saying stuff like that and it just drives me over the edge. And it’s a hell of a drop on the other side, baby. You gotta try to help me hold on.”

  “Mmm…that’s not what I want. I want you to fall over the edge. I want to push you over it, Mark. Just shove you right over the side.” Her lips found the slight bump on the bridge of his nose and she pressed a tender kiss to it, just as she’d imagined doing the 110

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  week before, when she’d watched him chatting with Roy in the street. “So what’s the problem?”

  “You have no idea what you’re asking for—and you make me so fucking desperate for you that I just want to break you open. Plus, I’m a hell of a lot bigger than you are, that’s what,” h
e muttered, sounding adorably aggravated. “If we’re not careful, you’re going to be sore as hell. And shit, Mel, you really have no idea just what kinds of things I want from you.” Holding her stare, he slipped one warm hand over her bottom. With a raw, carnal fire smoldering in the green of his eyes, he deliberately stroked the blunt tip of one finger between her cheeks, then directly over the sensitive pucker of her ass, sending a hot, piercing stab of need through her sex that felt as wickedly good as it did odd and bold. “I’m not kidding when I say I’ll want all of you. Everywhere, ” he rasped roughly, those sinful green eyes narrowed as he studied her beneath the thick fringe of his ebony lashes. “Every hot, tight, naughty little inch.”

  “Mark?” she said, shivering, stroking the long, tight tendons of his neck, following them down to the powerful curve of his wide shoulders. His body was a work of art, and she couldn’t wait to watch it mature over the years. To know that it belonged to her, that it looked to her for its pleasures—all of them—no matter how fierce or raw or darkly sexual they might be. And god only knew she had a lifetime of fantasies saved up to enact on his poor bod.

  “Yeah?”

  “Let go. I’m not some fragile flower. Just because I’ve never had the kind of sex you’re talking about, doesn’t…doesn’t mean I can’t handle it…or that I don’t want it.” Tilting her head to the side, she sent him a slow smile, adding in a throaty whisper,

  “Maybe I just needed the right man to give it to me.” Then she leaned forward and nipped his earlobe at the same time she flicked his left nipple with her thumbnail. Mel grinned, feeling the growl breaking out of him vibrate through the long, thick stalk of his cock, and quiver against the tender tips of her nipples pressed so deliciously against 111

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  the powerful muscles of his chest. Then the erotic scrape of sound poured over her lips, and he moved in for a full, taking kiss.

  “You asked for it, Mel,” he warned roughly, using that one thick finger to carefully penetrate her ass, then working it steadily in and out, never going too deep, but letting her know exactly what he’d soon want from her. “You better be ready to take it.”