by Tara Wyatt
“Can you take more of me?” he asked, his hands tightening in her hair. She nodded and exhaling slowly through her nose, took him as deep as she possibly could, almost to her throat. “Good girl,” he said roughly before exerting gentle pressure on her head to move her mouth back up his shaft. He let out a rough groan and then urged her back down, his grip turning steely. Oh God, it was so hot letting him use her for his pleasure like this. Taking what he wanted.
She gagged slightly and he eased up, giving control back to her, but as soon as she’d caught her breath, she took him to her throat again, loving the feeling of being so full of him.
“You are so goddamn beautiful, Kayla,” he growled, flexing his hips up and pumping into her mouth. “You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth. So gorgeous. So perfect.” She moaned, bobbing her head a little faster, the slide of his heavy cock over her tongue driving her insane. She could taste how much he liked it, too.
He eased out of her mouth, his cock hard as steel and glistening. From the wicked smile on his face, she knew he had something else in mind and she was more than happy to play along. He leaned forward and kissed her, and it was so lush and sensual that it felt like a reward for sucking his cock so well.
“On your back, gorgeous,” he said, his hands moving to her heavy, aching breasts, his thumbs flicking over her hard nipples. “Lie down so I can fuck these gorgeous tits.”
Her pulse raced and her stomach exploded with swirling lust as she hurried to obey. Her pussy clenched and she could feel wetness on the insides of her thighs. No man had ever turned her on like this, had ever been so good at making her lose control and beg for more.
He settled himself with his knees on either side of her ribs and she cupped her breasts, pushing them up and in for him. At a 38DD, she had plenty to work with. Sebastian curled his hand around the headboard and thrust his wet, hard cock between her breasts, sliding against her.
“Shit, that’s so fucking hot,” he ground out, and she couldn’t argue. The sight of his cock disappearing between her breasts, the head emerging nestled between her cleavage was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. She tucked her chin, angling her face so she could lick at his head with each thrust. He made a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl and heat sparkled over her from head to toe. Making Sebastian feel good was everything in that moment.
He slowed his thrusts, his hips moving in tiny circles. “Fuck, I’m gonna come if I keep doing that.” Heat flashing in his eyes, he eased off of her and immediately settled himself between her legs. “Oh God, baby. You liked that, didn’t you? You’re soaked. Christ.”
“I love making you feel good,” she said, the last word coming out as a long moan when he slicked his fingers up and down her slit.
“The feeling is mutual, gorgeous,” he said, and then closed his mouth over her pussy, swirling his tongue over her clit in a lush, slow circle. Her hips jerked and everything inside her tightened, her clit throbbing. It felt as though everything inside her was swollen and achy. The entire world dropped away, her entire existence narrowed to the feeling of Sebastian’s mouth working over her pussy. Licking and sucking and kissing. Devouring.
He pulled back a little and slipped two fingers inside her. She was so wet that they slid in easily, and she clenched around him as he fucked her slowly with them. She was so close to coming, her orgasm hovering just out of grasp. With his fingers still inside her, he curled them up, rubbing and stroking in a circle just as he sucked her swollen, throbbing clit into his mouth.
The orgasm crashed through her like a sudden thunderstorm, the kind where it was sunny one minute and dark and booming the next. She shook and throbbed with the intensity of it, trying to breathe. But she couldn’t do anything but come, hard and long as she pulsed against Sebastian’s mouth, around his fingers. By the time he let her go, slipping his fingers free of her, she felt limp. Wrung out and boneless, in the best possible way.
“On your hands and knees, baby,” he said from between her legs, nipping at her still shaking inner thighs. Only the promise of his cock inside her was enough to make her move. As she rolled onto her stomach and then braced herself up on all fours, Sebastian moved off of the bed and snagged one of the condoms from the nightstand, opening it with swift, sure movements. She clenched as she watched him roll the rubber down his length and stroke himself a couple of times. The sight of his big fist curled around his thick cock was beyond erotic and made her want him even more badly. She lowered herself to her elbows, pressing her ass up into the air.
“Fuck me,” she said, barely recognizing her own voice, it was so thin and breathy with arousal. “Please, fuck me.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up in a sexy half smile and he knelt down on the bed behind her, slicking his cock through her folds, making her back arch and her hips press back against him. Angling his cock upward, he teased it over the seam of her ass, playing there just like he’d done with her breasts. Except with this, she felt like she was going to lose her mind with each swipe of his wet cock over her hole, her nerve endings sizzling.
Without warning, he shifted his angle again and plunged inside her, filling her up with one stroke. Her pussy rippled around him, welcoming him as he stretched her. He gave her ass a smack, just hard enough to make her skin tingle and warm and then gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his thrusting cock. He dropped down over her, his chest to her back, his mouth dragging over her neck and shoulders as he established a hard, deep rhythm.
“You feel so good, Kayla,” he said as he nipped her ear. “It’s so fucking good with you.” She opened her mouth to answer him, but all she could do was moan when he swiveled his hips in a circle. He took one of his hands from her hip and tangled it in her hair, tilting her head so he could kiss her. The slide of his tongue against hers matched the thrust of his cock, making her feel like she was melting. Dissolving into a puddle of bliss.
He shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, making everything inside her tighten and pulse. “Oh God, I’m gonna come. Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop. Make me come all over your cock,” she panted out, thrusting her hips back to meet him.
If the first orgasm was a thunderstorm, all crashing and intense, the second one was like a sunrise, coming over her slowly, gradually illuminating every single nerve ending in her body with golden warmth. He smacked her ass again and growled, thrusting harder and deeper as the sun crested fully over the horizon. Pleasure pounded through her and she pressed her face into the mattress, unable to hold herself up on her shaking arms. She pulsed and throbbed around him, working his cock with her clenching pussy and he let out a low, guttural growl, the groan sounding as if it were ripped from somewhere deep inside him.
“I wanna come all over your gorgeous ass,” he said, his voice tight and rough.
“Yes,” she moaned, an echo of her orgasm beating through her at his words.
He cried out and then pulled out of her. She heard the sound of him tearing the condom off and then half a second later felt the first hot spurt land on her left ass cheek. Marking her. Another spurt landed on her right, the feel of it making her almost giddy with lust despite the two orgasms she’d had. A third and final spurt landed right between her cheeks and she gasped when she felt it slip down over her hole.
“Has anyone ever had you here, Kayla?” he asked, rubbing the head of his cock against her now slick hole. Heat seared through her entire body at the contact and her clit throbbed at the thought of Sebastian’s cock in her ass.
She shook her head and made a sound something like “unnnnhhgghgghghhhuuuh.” It had never been something she’d really craved, but with Sebastian? She’d happily give him any part of her body he wanted. She already trusted him to make her feel incredible, even if he was taking her into uncharted territory.
“Mmm,” he murmured, the sound heavy with approval and desire. He gave her hip a squeeze and then she felt the mattress move as he eased off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. Di
stantly, she heard the water running, but she was too floaty and blissed out to really care what was going on around her. The mattress dipped as Sebastian returned, once again behind her. A warm, wet cloth smoothed gently over her skin, between her cheeks, between her legs as he tenderly and thoroughly cleaned her up. He was so thorough that by the time he was finished, a new ache had settled deep in her core.
He put the cloth back in the bathroom and then returned to the bed, pulling her into his arms and kissing her, a slow, lingering kiss full of tenderness and care. She melted into him, and as they kissed, curled around each other, time seemed to lose all meaning. Eventually, he pulled away, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her ear.
“That was unbelievable,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re incredible.”
She snuggled into him, savoring the solid warmth of him pressed against her. He was so big, so strong, that she felt safe and sheltered tucked against him like this. “I don’t want to leave,” she said, inhaling deeply, pulling the scent of him into her lungs. “I wish I could just stay here.”
His arms tightened around her. “I know. Me too.”
She pushed up slightly, her hand splayed over his gorgeous chest. “I’m not, like, trying to have the talk, but I want this to keep going.”
He smiled at her, his eyes full of warmth. “I didn’t even think that was up for debate.”
She was surprised at the relief swirling through her. “Oh. Good.”
“I know that we have to get back to real life. I have lessons to teach, you have work back in the city. But once the snow stops, this isn’t over, Kayla. You said you were in. So am I.”
Her heart felt like it was expanding in her chest as she kissed him again. This was totally crazy. Less than three days ago, she’d wanted to throttle him. Now, she was already figuring out how their lives fit together.
“This feels a little surreal,” she said, her fingers playing in his chest hair. “Like a fairy tale.”
“A very dirty fairy tale,” he grinned. “But I know what you mean.” He sighed and tucked her against him again, settling her head on his chest. She loved the way his deep voice vibrated against her as he spoke. “Not that long ago, I wouldn’t have trusted something that felt this good. I would’ve felt like I didn’t deserve it and would’ve ultimately found a way to wreck it.”
“And now?” she asked, her heart hammering in her chest.
“When I’m with you, I like who I am. More than I thought possible. You make me want to be worthy of this. Of us.”
Us.
The word beat through her brain, settling over her like the warmest, softest blanket.
“So how are we going to do this?” she asked, biting her lip. Now that she knew the lay of the land, her mind immediately moved to the logistics.
He smoothed a hand up and down her back. “You could come here on weekends. Not every weekend; I know you have a life outside of me. I could come into the city when I have time off. Max’s birthday is coming up and I was planning to visit for a couple of days then. And…” He trailed off, his movements stilling. “I don’t really know what’s next for me, come spring. I could come back to New York. I hadn’t planned to, but if I have a good reason, I would.”
“I could take the train to Albany on Friday afternoons. That’s only what, like an hour from here?”
He nodded. “I could absolutely pick you up in Albany.”
“I could work on the train and while you’re teaching.”
“I can teach you to ride, too, if you want to learn.”
“Once my ankle’s healed, I’m willing to give it another shot.”
“Then I guess we’ve got the next several weeks sorted out,” he said, and even though she couldn’t see his face, she could hear the smile in his voice.
With a sigh, she closed her eyes and snuggled into him.
14
“Oh God, baby! I’m gonna come! Shit!”
Sebastian clenched his jaw, trying to last though Kayla’s orgasm as he moved above her, her legs wound around his thrusting hips. She looked so beautiful, falling apart in his arms. So beautiful it almost hurt to look at her, like staring at the sun. Her pussy fluttered around him, pulling him deeper and he fell over the edge, his cock pulsing, his entire body on fire as he came.
“Kayla,” he moaned, crushing his mouth to hers, his thrusts gradually slowing to a deep, circular grind as she rode out the last of her orgasm. She wound her arms around his neck, holding him close as they kissed, their bodies intertwined as they moved together. He felt drained, but in a good way. Like after a hard workout or a challenging day of riding. And it was no wonder, given how many times they’d had sex over the past twenty-four hours.
How the hell had it only been twenty-four hours? Being locked away together, isolated from everyone and everything but each other had this weird way of accelerating time.
Honestly, it felt like a honeymoon. One he didn’t want to end, but the clock was quickly ticking down, especially with the sound of snow removal equipment rumbling in the distance, cleaning up the resort.
He broke the kiss and gently eased his sated cock out of her. After he’d disposed of the condom, he returned to their nest in front of the fire, made of pillows and throw blankets and the duvet from his bed. After they’d woken from their nap, they’d had dinner, then snuggled on the couch, watching one of the DVDs in the cabin. About halfway through, they’d ended up making out like teenagers on the couch, kissing and grinding.
Make love to me in front of the fire.
That had been Kayla’s request, one he’d been happy to oblige. When his woman asked him to make love to her, he wasn’t ever going to say no.
His woman. That’s what she’d become over the past day, hadn’t she? They’d started off as adversaries, but once they’d given in to the chemistry burning between them, they’d quickly morphed into something else. Something much, much more than work rivals or former colleagues or even friends.
With Kayla snuggled against him, a fierce wave of protectiveness surged through him, and he held her a little tighter. For her, he was willing to face his demons head on and slay them. She was so strong, so giving, so beautifully open and vulnerable with him that he wanted to be everything she needed and more. The way she looked at him, kissed him, held him, listened to him made him feel like he was worth a damn. She’d taken a chance on him even after everything he’d done. He’d showed her his scars and instead of running, she’d held him closer, making him feel seen and cared for in a way he hadn’t anticipated.
“Will you tell me about how you grew up?” he asked. He wanted to know everything about her. Wanted every single piece of her that she was willing to share with him.
She sighed, her fingers weaving through his chest hair. A day, and he was already addicted to the way she touched him. But unlike gambling, this was an addiction he was happy to indulge.
“It was just me and my mom. I don’t have any brothers or sisters, and my father left when I was two. I wouldn’t recognize him if I passed him on the street.”
“I’m sorry. That sounds shitty,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
“It was. We were always right on the edge of not having enough money. There was food on the table and the lights were on, but it was a struggle if another expense came up. Money was always tight. Always. And so mom decided that the best solution to that was to marry someone who’d take care of us.”
Apprehension tightened Sebastian’s chest. “Based on your tone, I’m guessing things didn’t work out that way.”
“No. My mom got married three times before my eighteenth birthday, and each guy was a total loser. A loser who could help us pay the bills, but a loser still. I just wanted to get out of there, so I focused on school, on getting a scholarship so I could go to college and leave that behind me. I had this plan…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “It sounds so stupid now, when I say it out loud. But I had this plan, my Perfect Life Plan, with steps and everythi
ng. And if I just followed the steps, my life would turn out better than my mom’s. I’d do everything I could to avoid making the same mistakes she had.”
“What was on your plan?”
She shrugged. “Go to school on a scholarship, get a degree, get a good job, marry Mr. Perfect.”
His mouth went a little dry. “Mr. Perfect, huh?” While he was trying to get his life sorted out, he was far from Mr. Perfect and probably always would be.
She let out a little laugh. “I told you it was stupid. We don’t always get to choose who we fall for.” A silence, heavy with meaning, hung between them. She cleared her throat softly and continued speaking. “I think that’s why I never had any successful relationships. I was always trying to date a resume, not a person. And if the guy didn’t meet my criteria, I wouldn’t even give him a chance.” She levered up on her elbow, her blond waves tumbling down over her shoulder. “Until you.”
Sebastian’s heart leapt into his throat. She was so incredibly, heart-stoppingly beautiful with her sex mussed hair falling around her, the golden light of the fire bathing her bare skin. He lifted his head and kissed her, needing to connect with her. To feel her mouth against his and assure himself that this was, in fact, real.
“Why me?” he asked, needing to understand.
She smiled, one eyebrow arched. “Because you’re hot.”
He poked her in the ribs, tickling her. “Only because I’m hot?”
Her cheeks turned pink and she shook her head. “It helps, but no. It’s not only because of that. We’ve always had chemistry, always gotten under each other’s skin. I’ve always been drawn to you, and I think I saw things in you that I didn’t fully understand. Your sensitivity, your pain, your intelligence. You’re worth taking a chance on, so that’s what I’m doing.”
