Never Say I Love You

by Pennza, Amy

  A thought sprang into his head. He lifted his head and met her gaze. “I don’t have a condom.”

  “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” She blushed. “And I’ve been tested for…you know, all that stuff.”

  God, she was adorable. How she could blush with her fingers wrapped around his dick, he had no idea. He kissed one brilliant pink cheek. “Me too. For all that stuff.”

  “Then we can…” She gave his cock a gentle squeeze.

  Electricity shot down his shaft. His hips bucked of their own accord. He let out a shaky laugh. “We can.” More bolts of pleasure zipped down his cock. He dragged in a breath. “But we need to hurry.”

  15

  Ashley tensed. She was holding the largest dick she’d ever seen, and Smith wanted to hurry. Desire wasn’t the problem. Her breasts ached, and a low hum of need throbbed between her legs. The urge to thrust her hips against his was overpowering.

  But Smith was a big boy. She darted a look down his body, to where the thick head of his shaft poked above his waistband. She’d known he was well-built, but with his shirt off, she now realized he was jacked. For a dark-haired man, his body hair was sparse—something that emphasized the ropes of muscle across his chest and stomach. His chest was smooth except for a trail of black hair that marched between his abs and ended in a well-trimmed thatch around his cock.

  As for that part of him… The shaft was like a thick rod of iron in her hand. He was so large, her thumb and fingertips didn’t touch. And it wasn’t just his girth that scared her. The head was purple and engorged, the slit dotted with beads of pearly moisture.

  Hurrying was not going to be an option with this monster.

  Smith seemed to sense something was wrong because he reached between their bodies and grasped her wrist. He tugged gently until she released him, then he shifted to the side, removing most of his weight from her. He smoothed her hair back from her face. “Ashley? Is everything okay?” His face blanched. “Oh God, is it your head?”

  “No! No, I’m fine. It’s just…” Her cheeks were on fire. She took a deep breath. “It’s been a while for me, and I… I’m not sure I can…” In another minute, she was going to melt into a puddle of embarrassment.

  Understanding lit his gaze. He gave her a self-conscious smile. “It’s been a while for me, too.”

  “Oh.”

  He kissed the tip of her nose. “Oh.”

  The embarrassment faded. His expression was wry, almost bashful. She cupped his jaw. How could a man like this be single? It had to be a conscious decision on his part. No sane woman would turn him down.

  That meant he’d chosen her.

  He turned his head and nipped at her finger near his mouth. “I think what we both need is a little…warm-up.”

  Oh yes. She was so on board with that. Except a second ago, he’d seemed ready to explode. She bit her lip. “Okay, but are you sure you can handle it?”

  His grin made her stomach flip over. “Yeah, I’m sure. Just don’t bite your lip like that again.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Pleasure curled in her belly like a lazy cat. “Really?”

  His laugh sounded half-amused, half-exasperated. “Really. I’ve wanted you since the first time you did it.”

  “Wait, when did I—”

  “When I pulled you over, nena.” He grabbed her hand and kissed the spot he’d bitten. “Now enough talk. Let me help you feel.” He tugged one of the cups away from her breast. The stiff nipple peeped from the edge, the tip redder than usual. He leaned down and blew warm air over it.

  Zips of electricity shot through her breast.

  His gaze heated. “You like that, baby?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Ahh, then let’s see if you like this.” He pressed her hand over her head, then slid his palm down her arm, over her collarbone, and in between her breasts. With a deft flick, he popped the fastener on her bra. The cups fell away, baring her to his gaze. Cool air teased her chest.

  He circled one hard nipple with his fingertip, his touch featherlight.

  More. His teasing finger made an aching circuit around her areola, never touching the tip. Heat pooled between her legs. Dammit, why was he torturing her? She squirmed.

  He raised his eyebrows. “What is it?”

  Thinking to direct his touch, she lifted the arm he’d placed over her head.

  He caught her wrist. “No. Leave it where I put it.” He pressed her hand back above her head.

  Heat flooded her sex. She wasn’t going to think too hard about why the command in his tone turned her on so much. She clutched his shoulder with her other hand.

  He grabbed that one, too. Placed it over her head. Now she was stretched under him, her breasts trembling with her gasping breaths. At the bottom of her line of sight, her nipples jerked up and down. Up and down.

  His gaze glittered as he followed her bobbing nipples. “Good,” he murmured. “Stay just like that, beautiful girl.” He rose and sat back on his heels.

  Her brain stutter-stepped. He wasn’t going to touch her? Well, she wasn’t above begging. She arched her back. “Please…”

  A ghost of a smile played around his mouth. Sunlight streamed over him, painting his skin gold. With his sculpted muscles, he looked like an amused god who’d come to Earth to play games with a mortal. “Please, what?”

  “Please touch me.”

  He shook his head, the smile still teasing his lips. “Try again.”

  Wait, what? Desire muddled her thoughts. Sex-stupid. That’s what Pia called it. The fire in her belly stoked higher. She pressed the backs of her wrists into the pillow above her head and thrust her throbbing chest toward his face. “Please touch…my breasts.”

  He circled a taut nipple. “Tell me exactly what you want.” He pinched the tip and held it, his gaze on hers. “Be specific.”

  The tug on her nipple was gentle, but something about being claimed that way heated her blood. “I want you to touch my nipples and…” Her face flamed. This was harder than it seemed. “S-suck them with your mouth.”

  He moved over her, his cock hot and heavy against her leg. He braced his weight on his elbows and cupped her breasts in both palms. “Perfect,” he murmured, then lowered his mouth to one nipple and sucked.

  Her back bowed off the bed. Each hot, wet pull of his mouth sent a trail of fire blazing from her chest to her sex.

  He swirled his tongue around the hard point, then moved his mouth to the other nipple. The one he’d abandoned stabbed upward, the tip wet and cold without the heat of his mouth. Her sex clenched.

  “I need to see you,” he said around her nipple. “All of you.” He gave the hard point a final tug, then released her and pulled back. His cheeks were flushed, his gaze hot. “Is that what you want, rubiecita mía?”

  Yes. Oh yes. She nodded. “Please.”

  He tugged her panties over her hipbones. The lace was so wet, it trailed hot moisture down the insides of her thighs. She lifted her hips as he pulled the panties off and flung them to the bottom of the bed.

  Now she was totally nude. Warmth swept down her chest as he gazed at her sex. What was he waiting for? Oh God, what if he was repulsed by her lack of hair down there? Some guys were turned off by it. She normally kept everything trimmed and tidy, but Pia had talked her into trying a Brazilian. As a swimsuit model, they were basically a work requirement for her. Ashley had been hesitant, but Pia had pestered and pestered—

  “Do you know what I’m thinking?” Smith asked. His gaze traveled up her body until it rested on her face.

  “N-no.”

  “I’m thinking I’m just about the luckiest bastard alive right now.”

  Well, then.

  He cupped his hand over her sex. “This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, sweetheart.” He stroked his thumb down the seam of her lips, spreading moisture over the folds. He repeated the movement. Again…and again. His thumb slid up
and down, tracing her lips, slipping over her labia. Soft, wet sounds filled the room.

  His gentle caresses teased at her lips without nearing her clit. She trembled and parted her thighs. “Smith…”

  “I know,” he said. And he did, the devious man. He knew what she needed because he slipped that wicked thumb between her cleft and circled her clit.

  Fire swept a shivering path up her belly to her breasts. Her breath caught, and she gripped one wrist with the other as pleasure tightened low in her belly. She let her thighs fall open. Just a couple more strokes…

  He stopped circling her clit and slid a long finger inside her. “Open for me, baby.”

  Her pussy convulsed around his finger. More, more, more. The chant thundered through her brain. She spread wider. Her hips bucked.

  Another finger. He met her gaze, his expression watchful, as if he was assessing her comfort. Another finger. Like the rest of him, his hands were big. He flared his fingers inside her, spreading her wider, filling her with a burning ache. The heel of his hand rested on the top of her sex, but he withheld his thumb. He pumped in and out in a slow, steady rhythm.

  Pleasure stirred in her belly. Oh, God, she needed pressure on her clit. She wriggled her hips, but the friction she craved evaded her.

  He continued pumping, each thrust of his fingers making light smacking sounds against her sex. The burning was gone. Now there was only raw need. A buttery warmth built in her core.

  In and out. In and out. He pumped, never making contact with her clit. A low moan broke from her chest. If he’d press down just a little, she could grind against his hand and get relief that way. She rolled her hips. He shifted his hand lower—just out of reach. She bucked and rolled her hips. Again, he moved his hand.

  Her clit throbbed. He was doing this on purpose! “Smith.”

  “Yes?” The look he gave her was the picture of innocence.

  Okay, no more games. Breaking position, she reached a hand up and grabbed his jaw. “Touch my—”

  He rubbed his thumb over her clit.

  Yes! Pleasure swamped her. She released him and let her head fall back on the pillow, her arms once more above her head. A million little sparks rocketed from her sex to every part of her body. She closed her eyes, uncaring that her hips jerked upward with every circuit around her clit. She was so close…

  Smith leaned down and whispered at her ear. “Wait for me, beautiful girl.”

  There was a rustling sound. Ashley opened her eyes. Oh, wow…

  He rose over her, totally nude. Bars of sunlight slanted across his skin, highlighting the bronze perfection of his muscles. His shaft bobbed thick and hard between his legs. Veins coursed over the engorged length.

  She yanked her arms down and put her palms on his shoulders. Orders or no, she wasn’t about to face this beast without hanging on to something.

  He braced his weight on his forearms and positioned himself at her entrance. “Okay?”

  “More than okay.”

  He pushed in.

  Her opening burned. She tensed, and he stopped immediately. Her heart sank. He’s too big. This was never going to work. Maybe they just couldn’t fit…

  “Smith—”

  “Relax, sweetheart. You can handle me.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I’m going to do something to make it easier, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  He hooked an arm under one of her legs and pressed her thigh up to her shoulder. The position stretched her wide open…and gave her a view of his cock poised at her entrance. He slid forward a little more, and the head disappeared inside her. His length rubbed a long, slow path down her clit, igniting a flurry of sparks deep in her sex.

  “Better?” he asked, watching her closely.

  “God, yes.”

  “That’s…good.” He buried his face in her neck. His warm breath tickled her hair. He withdrew, then nudged forward again, dragging his shaft against her clit.

  The coil in her belly ratcheted tighter. Heat blossomed in her cheeks and down the front of her chest. Her nipples brushed his pecs.

  He pushed inside a few more inches and stopped. She’d never felt so full. “All right?” he rasped against her neck.

  She gripped the back of his neck, clutching him against her. “More.”

  His chuckle vibrated the skin under her ear. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He slid in and out a few more times, stretching her with each thrust. After a minute, he released her leg and braced himself on his palms.

  She let her fingertips trail down his chest and over the hard, bumpy ridges of his abs.

  His gaze drifted down to where their bodies joined, his heated stare on her spread sex.

  She followed his gaze. While she’d never considered herself a prude, making love in a room filled with sunlight was a…revealing experience. Her clit stood up from between the folds of her sex. Pink and glistening, it seemed to swell under his regard. A wave of self-consciousness washed over her, and she pulled her thighs in.

  “No.” His gaze snapped to her face, and he lay his fingers over her clit. “Don’t you dare hide this from me.”

  The primal command sent a rush of lust rocketing through her. She let her thighs fall wide.

  “Good. Now keep them that way.” At his throaty command, more heat built in her core. What kind of woman was she that taking this man’s orders made her hotter than she thought possible? As another shivering current of need flashed over her skin, she decided she didn’t care.

  He captured her clit between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a gentle tug. His voice dropped to a growl. “I want my mouth here.” He rolled her clit between his fingers as he began to move his hips in shallow pumps.

  Oh… Her lips parted on a moan that got locked in her chest.

  “But not just yet, baby,” he said. “Jesus, you’re wet. I love that sound.” He plucked at the point of her desire, rolling her over and over again, drawing wet sounds from her sopping sex.

  Coherent thought fled. She became sensation—every nerve stretched taut as heat built between her legs. She fisted the comforter on either side of her hips and squeezed her eyes shut as he continued rolling her clit. Her breaths came in short gasps. She writhed on the end of his dick. With every jerk of her hips, he thrust deeper.

  “Come,” he said, increasing the pace. Veins stood out on his neck, and sweat dotted his forehead. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

  It was like her body had been waiting for permission. At the last rumble of his voice, she flew apart. Wave after wave crashed over her. Her mouth opened on a soundless scream. Goosebumps broke out over her arms. Nothing mattered except the wicked fingers between her legs and the fiery pleasure shivering across her skin. She flung herself into oblivion.

  Smith was right behind her. He moved his hand from her sex to the mattress next to her shoulder, caging her with his big body as he scooted his hips forward, each thrust lifting her pelvis off the bed. His hot breaths blasted over her nipples. “Can’t…hold…out. Your pussy is gripping me like a hot fist.”

  His words sent another wave rushing through her. The exquisite glide of his cock against her clit made aftershocks ripple low in her belly. In another second, she’d be too sensitive to bear it. She curled her fingers in his hair and hung on while he rode her. The old bed creaked, its posts squeaking against the floors. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles.

  He reared back, his eyes wide with what looked like wonder. He pumped in and out a few more times, then threw back his head and buried himself to the hilt inside her. “Jesus!” His shout bounced off the walls.

  Warmth flooded her core. Jet after jet of heat shot inside her, filling her up. Her internal muscles flexed, grabbing at his cock.

  “Ashley…” He gasped her name like a dying man, even as he pumped his hips, shooting into her. “So…fucking…good.” He jerked one last time and shuddered, finally spent.

  Locked together, their chests heaving, they held each other’s gaze.


  She wasn’t normally one for staring into a man’s eyes after sex. Hell, most guys rolled away and began snoring before she even had a chance to grab a tissue. But the way Smith looked at her… Like he’d just discovered something rare and wonderful. Like he cherished her.

  He opened his mouth. “I—”

  Outside, a horn blared.

  She gasped. “It’s my ride to the airport!” She started to scramble from underneath him. The fare was going to be astronomical—assuming the driver stuck around long enough for her to get dressed and rush downstairs.

  “Whoa.” Smith put a hand on her damp shoulder. “You can’t go down there.” His words came in a pant as he caught his breath.

  “But my flight.”

  “I’ll pay your change fee.”

  “I can’t let you do that.”

  “Yes, you can. I’m the reason you booked the flight in the first place. Besides, you can’t leave now. You still have six weeks left on your lease.”

  She frowned. “Technically, I don’t have a lease.”

  “Not true. We agreed. I let you stay for two months, you refinish furniture I can use in the house.”

  Was she seriously having an argument with a man whose cock was still inside her? She tried to inject dignity into her tone. “I don’t believe that agreement would hold up in court.”

  “We’ll worry about that later. I’ll go take care of the cab.”

  She bit her lip. His gaze darted to her mouth, and she could have sworn his cock twitched inside her.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said. He slid out of her and off the bed.

  She sat up, her gaze on the rumpled comforter. They’d had sex right on top of the bed. In broad daylight! She fumbled with the pillows and slid her legs under the covers.

  He grabbed his sweats off the floor and with his back to her, bent and pulled them on.

  Good…Lord, the man had a fantastic ass. She clutched the sheet against her chest, wondering if she should check her face for drool.

  He looked over his shoulder before she had a chance to yank her gaze up.