AMatterofLust (4 page)

Without warning, he plunged into her and Rena’s hips met
his, taking him all the way inside. Their flesh slapped together, the heat and
friction escalating between them as their bodies met and parted and met again.
Every thrust took him deeper and Rena panted as he took her higher and higher.

The orgasm built within her and she wrapped her legs around
his waist to help him push deeper within her. Her pussy contracted around him,
milking and clutching his long shaft, and she pressed her head back into the
mattress her eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm blasted through her.

The peculiar siphoning sensation whirled around her as she
came, a tidal wave of agonizing bliss. The pleasure built, but so did the pain,
sharp and piercing. Rena winced as the sweeping, excruciating orgasm overtook
her. Tears leaked out her eyes and she cried out, losing her mind to the
explosive, unbearable pleasure.

When she came to her senses, Trask was stroking her
forehead, gently caressing the line between her eyes. “I’m so sorry,
sweetheart,” he whispered, his touch soothing her, easing the pain. “No more
tonight. I promise.”

Before she could ask what that meant, he slid back inside
her in one long thrust. Her breath caught as he took her fast and dirty,
thrusting into her again and again with savage intensity. He quickly reached
his peak, driving into her one last time before empting himself with a long,
low groan. He collapsed on top of her, and Rena snuggled under his weight. His
arms closed around her, gathering her close. They lay quietly together for a
while, slowly coming down from their high.

He nuzzled her cheek, her throat, his nose tracing a path
over her skin, his warm breath tickling her flesh. His cock was still semi-hard
inside her and Rena squirmed, using her pussy muscles to grip him tightly.

Trask lifted his head and smiled down at her. “Are you sure
you can handle another round already?”

Rena smiled back. “Why?” she asked, giving him another
squeeze. “Are you tired?”

Trask laughed and moved his hips, his cock growing inside
her. “Not yet.”

“Good.” They had gotten off to a nice start and now she
wanted him slow and deep and long. She wiggled beneath him, needing him harder,
but he pulled out completely and Rena sighed from the loss.

Trask laughed and kissed her lips hard. He removed the
condom, tossed it into the trash. “Don’t worry, my darling. You’ll have me back
soon enough.”

Rena laughed along with him, but her laughter was cut off
with a gasp when he cupped her mound. “You get so wet for me,” he murmured,
watching himself run his fingers up and down her slit. He met her eyes again
and then pushed two fingers inside her.

Her hips bucked involuntarily, her legs trembling from
tension and arousal. Her eyes drifted shut as he fingered her and her hips
caught his rhythm. He curled his fingers and found that perfect, sweet spot.
She gripped his wrist, her fingernails digging into him as she rode his hand.
His mouth closed over one of her nipples and liquid lust flooded her pussy as
he suckled her.

She let out a low, inarticulate moan as the tension built
within her. Just when she thought she had reached the peak and was ready to
give over to another mind-shattering orgasm, he pulled his hand away, leaving
her empty, unfulfilled.

She whimpered a denial and grabbed for him, but he easily
evaded her. He chuckled darkly and ran his middle finger down the center of her
body from her chin to her pussy. “As much as I want to watch you get off on my
fingers,” he said, his gaze scorching her, “I’d much rather make you wait to
come again.”

Rena smiled, ready for this new, fun game. She reached out
and touched his face, dragging her thumb over his lips. He was like a dark god
beside her and her eyes greedily traveled over the expanse of his chest, taking
in the dark hair dusting his pecs and then moving to his navel, following the
path down. His gorgeous cock jutted out between his legs and Rena licked her
lips, hoping for another taste.

He noticed her gaze and smiled. “Do you want some of that?”
he asked. She nodded eagerly and he shifted beside her, bringing his cock to
her lips.

She ran her tongue over his head, savoring the salty taste
of him. When she opened her mouth to take him in, he moved away, denying her
the rest. She wanted to protest, but her breath stopped when he slid his hand
between her thighs and parted her legs. He knelt between her splayed legs and
spread her pussy open with his thumbs. A shudder ran over her body when she
felt his breath on her hot folds and a deep moan escaped her lips when his
tongue flicked her clit.

He let out short, satisfied groans as he lapped her, very
obviously enjoying himself. His long licks teased her, tormented her, made her
moan and writhe and need more, more, more. His thumb pressed against her clit
and Rena saw stars. Her hips moved of their own accord, blazing need roiling in
her belly.

Again, right when she was on the edge, he stopped. He sat up
and his arms went around her waist, flipping her over, face down on the bed. He
brought her up on her knees and ran his fingers over her entrance. He plunged
into her, gave her a few nice, hard thrusts and then pulled out again.

He repositioned her hips and then nestled himself between
her ass cheeks. Rena gasped as he slid the length of his cock over the cleft of
her buttocks. His hands gripped her cheeks, digging in as he rocked his hips
faster. Rena arched her back, lifting her ass higher for him. Delightful
friction built between them, but then he pulled back suddenly, plunging into
her pussy. He filled her, giving her every inch of him, but before she could
even begin to really enjoy it, he pulled out again, placing his cock between
her ass cheeks.

“Rena…” he breathed, the head of his cock pressing against
her hole.

Rena’s heart pounded in her chest. She’d only ever had anal
sex one time before and nothing about the experience made her want to do it
again. The whole thing had been awkward and unrewarding and the only thing
she’d felt the entire time, and for days afterward, was sore.

Trask leaned over, bracing his arms on either side of her
head, caging her beneath him. She was surrounded by him, engulfed in his scent,
his feel, his body. He nuzzled her neck, his breath hot on her skin. “I won’t
hurt you,” he whispered into her ear. She could feel his lips curl into a wide
smile against her throat. “Much.”

His tone was tauntingly sexy and she shifted beneath him to
look over her shoulder. He cocked his eyebrow at her, an invitation, but also a
challenge.
Do you want to play? Are you up for it?

He held her eyes and slid into her pussy, letting her
appreciate just how vulnerable she was to him, then pulled out, leaving her
empty and insanely aroused. His cock pressed back against her hole. Strange,
forbidden pleasure washed over her and he smiled darkly.

She licked her lips and smiled back at him. Why not try it
twice? It couldn’t be worse than the first time and with Trask… Well, with
Trask, lots of things were different. She nodded, her insides bubbling with
fear and excitement.

He reached over her to open the nightstand draw where she
kept all the condoms and other stuff she inevitably collected at the club and
rummaged around until he found a sample bottle of lube. He held it up with a
big smile on his face, pleased with his discovery. He opened the bottle and
poured a wet stream over the cleft of her buttocks.

She sighed and squirmed as the liquid coated her. She
watched him pour some more on his cock and slowly stroke it over his entire length.
He smiled as she watched, then he reached out and traced her cleft with his
fingertips, smearing the silky liquid around. She jumped when he pushed two
fingers inside her tight hole and messaged her from the inside, stretching her
out.

“You’re going to like this,” he said, and removed his hand.
He gripped her ass cheeks and spread her open. She felt the head of him touch
her and then he plunged inside, one long thrust that made her cry out in
surprise and pain. He was huge, massive, and it burned like hell. Her breath
stopped when he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back into her.

“Oh, Rena,” he moaned, setting a steady rhythm. “That’s
good.”

Rena writhed on the bed as his lube-slickened cock pumped in
and out of her. The relentless burning quickly subsided and fiery heat grew in
her belly. Never before used nerve endings awoke with erotic intensity, begging
for more. Her fingers dug into the mattress and she rolled her hips, pushing
back against him.

His hand traced the line of her hip and moved down her
thigh. His fingers tickled her lower belly before slipping between her legs.
She left out a gasp when he touched her clit. The new sensations assaulted her
and her entire body sizzled. He stroked her pussy as his cock dove into her
again and again. Tension built within her and Rena moaned mindlessly, trying to
drive him deeper.

He chuckled and pushed two fingers into her pussy. “I knew
you’d like it.”

His fingers and cock took her higher than she’d ever been.
She matched his pace, riding him just as hard as he was riding her. Her release
was on the horizon, but when the lights exploded behind her eyes, there was no
accompanying sucking sensation, no spiraling, draining stimulation. The orgasm
took her breath as it plowed over her, but she missed that strange, wondrous
connection with him.

Trask shuddered behind her and groaned, emptying himself
into her. He took a deep breath and then slowly, gently stroked her back. With
a low grunt, he pulled himself free and lay down beside her.

Rena flopped down on the bed, used and abused and completely
content. A small, blissful sigh escaped her lips when he gathered her in his
arms, spooning her from behind. He brushed her hair aside to nuzzle the back of
her neck and she felt him pause. Her skin tingled as he traced the mark he’d
left on her the night before. “This means you’re mine now.”

Shivers ran through her body as he gently explored the
bruised skin. He’d said the words lightly, a teasing note in his voice, but
there was also something there that was not teasing at all, a dark, serious
tone that said he meant every word. It was a little bit scary. And terribly
thrilling. “Is that what that means?” she asked playfully. “Who decided that?”

He turned her in his arms so that they were facing one
another. “I decided that.”

“Did you?” she asked, charmed and amused with his arrogance.
He wasn’t kidding about being confident. “What if I haven’t decided that?”

He kissed her, a slow, thorough kiss that melted everything
inside her. She was breathless when he finally released her and his smile said
he knew exactly how much he affected her. “I think you have.”

She opened her mouth to deliver a witty retort, but nothing
came. He was right.

* * * * *

Rena drifted awake sometime later, warm and cozy and safe.
Trask’s strong arms cradled her, holding her gently, and she snuggled into his
embrace.

His hold tightened around her and Rena sighed contently. She
felt at peace. Happy. This was where she belonged, here in his arms. She rolled
over and nuzzled his chest, her lips brushing over his nipple. She lazily
opened one eye and gasped, her whole body going rigid in shock. Darkness
embraced her, a figure made of a black so black it swallowed the light. It was
a mass of raw, sexual energy and her heart pounded in fear even as her pussy
moistened in fierce arousal. It stole her breath and she recoiled from its dark
power.

“Rena,” it said, and she blinked away the apparition to find
a worried Trask beside her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said, and scrubbed her hand over her face.
“I—it—whoa.” She shook her head. “I must have been dreaming.”

He gripped her biceps tightly, capturing her full attention.
“What happened?”

She shook her head again, still trying to make sense of what
she saw. “I was dreaming. You were there, next to me. But you weren’t you. Or I
guess maybe you were you, but you were more, something else. Different. I don’t
know. You were…” She grasped for the right word, couldn’t find it. “Darkness.”

Trask bowed his head and was silent for a long moment. When
he met her eyes again, she saw determination in their dark depths. “What you
saw was real. I am darkness.”

Rena tried to laugh, but she wasn’t quite in the mood for
jokes just yet. Her heart was still hammering a little too hard in her chest.
She swatted his arm. “Don’t be silly.”

He caught her hand, held it against his chest, over his
heart. “No, you don’t understand.” He met her eyes, imploring her to listen.
“Rena, I’m a lust demon.”

“You’re a lust demon?” she asked, unable to keep the
incredulousness out of her voice. Why was she only attracted to the weirdos,
the insane, the assholes? Why couldn’t she find just one, single, decent,
normal man? Was that really so much to ask? “What does that mean?”

He looked at her as though she were the one who was crazy. “It
means exactly that. I’m a lust demon.”

Rena sighed. She supposed it could be worse. At least he
wasn’t some kind of vampire wannabe. She took a deep breath, ready to tell him
to give it up, but something in his eyes stopped her. The words died in her mouth.
He was serious.

“This is nuts,” she whispered, and even as her logical,
rational mind denied it, a deeper part of her pointed out just how intense he
was. How extreme her attraction was to him. There was definitely something
different about him. Something darker. Powerful. Her thoughts whirled as
indecision warred in her belly. She couldn’t possibly be buying into this.
Could she? She glanced over at him. A lust demon? Really? She didn’t think he
was lying. Every instinct she had told her that he was telling the truth, that
the evidence was right there in his dark gaze. Still, she couldn’t go on
instinct alone. She met his eyes. “Prove it.”