Authors: Desconhecido(a)
“Yes. I do.” And she
did. Absolutely. There was no question about that. At least where sex was
concerned.
“You know I would
never hurt you.”
She nodded.
“Next time we’ll
discuss a safe word,” he told her. “You won’t need it tonight.”
Safe word?
She knew about
those. McCall had no idea that the world he was taking her into was one she
wrote about in her romance novels. Now it would be more than just her
imagination.
She swallowed and let
out a breath. “I’m ready.”
His body was rigid
against hers. “Sully will kill me for this.”
“Forget Sully. We don’t
have to tell him. And he’s not in bed with us, last I looked.”
“Jesus, Rina. You’ll
send me to hell, but I can’t avoid the journey.”
He relaxed his hold
on her, and she slid her hands under his T-shirt, smoothing them against his
skin. Her fingers tangled in the crisp hair on his chest and pressed against the
warm, hard muscles it covered. His heart thudded beneath her fingertips,
vibrating through her hands into her body. The light from the adjoining room
slanted in through the open door and cast shadows on his face, accentuating the
hard angles and planes.
In the semi-darkness,
he looked like exactly what he was—dark, edgy, very dangerous. A loner. A man
who set his own rules. And now she was going to show him she could play by them.
If she was making a mistake, she’d live with it. But in the darkest part of her
mind, she wanted what he was offering. Wanted it with a driving need she didn’t
even know existed within her.
For a moment, when he
rose from the bed, she thought he was going to tell her to forget it. Instead,
muttering another curse, he placed his gun on the bedside table.
“I’ll be right back.
Don’t move.”
He disappeared but
was back in seconds, tossing something onto the night stand and dropping his
sweat pants. Her eyes widened at the sight of his magnificent erection rising
from a thick nest of dark curls. The broad, flat head was swollen, the dark
purple surface glistening with a drop of pre-cum. She could almost taste it.
Oh, my God. She
wanted it in her mouth. In her cunt. Every way she could take it. She had
never, ever been this aroused before. Not with anyone. Not ever. She was so wet
she was sure he could catch her scent. Desire raced through her, pulling at her
nerves. She wanted him. She wanted this darkness that he promised.
“Once we start there’s
no going back,” he warned, his eyes boring into her.
Grabbing her robe from the foot of the bed where she’d thrown it, Rina yanked the belt out and handed it to
McCall. She held out her hands, wrists together.
“You may have to do a
little improvising with this flat headboard.” Damn. Why was her voice shaky?
She swallowed hard. “But I know you’re up to the task.”
Eyes glittering, he yanked
the T-shirt she was wearing over her head. His breath caught in his throat, and
his gaze swept over her naked body as if he were devouring her. Hunger and
desire were etched on his face. Her pussy wept, demanding attention, and she
clenched her thighs together to still the tiny spasm rocketing through the
slick channel.
McCall wrapped the
belt around both her wrists, pulling it tight. When he was satisfied with it,
he pulled her arms over her head and tucked the ends of the belt between the
mattress and the headboard.
“Do not move your
hands unless I tell you to. Not at all. That’s an order. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Last chance to
change your mind, little girl.”
She shook her head,
beyond words. The feeling of utter helplessness was so delicious that her
desire spiked even more, a reaction that shocked her. She closed her eyes and
visions of herself bound in various positions floated through her brain. Was
this what she’d been waiting for all her life? Was this what had been guiding
her writer’s hand? Would her more than willing participation shock McCall?
“All right, then.”
Her eyes flew open at
the sound of his voice. In an instant, he was pushing her thighs apart and
kneeling between them.
“I’m going to taste
every inch of you,” he ground out, his voice so thick with desire it was almost
unrecognizable.
She gasped when his
fingers brushed against her breasts and her nipples sprang into peaks, a line
of fire streaking to her womb. He took one plump, ripe berry into his mouth
while his fingers rolled and tugged on the other one. Teeth scraped sensitive
flesh, lighting every nerve. Then his tongue, like a slide of silk, licked and
soothed the hard bud before switching to the other nipple. Heat raced through
her, and her skin suddenly felt too tight.
Rina was conscious of
forcing herself to keep her hands in place over her head, even as her body
writhed under his touch.
As McCall worked his
magic with his hands and his tongue, tension flowed out of her like water down
a hill. She knew the exact moment she lost herself in the man.
Slowly, he kissed his
way over her skin, his lips like warm velvet, now touching lightly, now placing
sucking kisses. Marking her. He licked her navel and traced it around and
around with the tip of his tongue. Everywhere he tasted her, heat followed and
fire raced through her veins.
Forgotten was the
pain in her head and her almost-broken nose. All that mattered was this man and
his touch and the things he was doing to her.
She kept her eyes on
him, his face taut in the reflected light and covered with a fine sheen of
perspiration. But when he slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her
to his mouth, she forgot to look, forgot to think, forgot to breathe. His teeth
grazed her clit, nibbling until it throbbed and pulsed. His tongue glided
through her slit from top to bottom, licking at the wet flesh, sucking it into
his mouth one inch at a time.
She could already
feel her orgasm building, rising up from deep in her womb.
Fuck me,
she
wanted to scream, but she clenched her teeth together and kept her hands in
place with a great effort of will. But when he began to flutter his tongue
against her opening, inching it inside her waiting channel then slipping it
back out, she knew she was close to losing it.
When he stopped, she
moaned. “Please, please, please,” she cried. “Oh, God, don’t stop.”
His laugh was hoarse
and deep. “Do you want to come, little daredevil? Do you want to feel your body
convulse?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” She
twisted back and forth as if her hands were, indeed, anchored in place.
“Not yet,” he
breathed. “Not until I decide it’s time.” He grabbed her T-shirt and bunched it
in his hand. “If I were prepared I’d have a proper ball gag, so the entire
hotel wouldn’t hear you scream down the house. This will have to do. Open your
mouth and bite down on it.”
Will
ing to do anything if
he would only give her release, she obediently did as he asked, sinking her
teeth into the fabric.
“Okay?” he asked. “I
don’t want you to choke on it.”
She nodded and lifted
her hips to him.
“I want you to come
this time, Rina. Don’t hold back,” he ordered. “And don’t close your eyes.”
Don’t hold back? As
if she could.
He lifted her to his
mouth again and teased and tickled her cunt with his lips and tongue. His teeth
nipped at all the sensitive flesh, biting lightly at her clit. The throbbing deep in her womb built in intensity, reaching into every part of her body.
His fingers clutched
the globes of her ass as he thrust his stiffened tongue inside her waiting
flesh and fucked her with it in a steady motion. Her climax rose again, roaring
through her, and when it hit, she shook so hard she was afraid her bones would
shatter.
She was glad she had
the T-shirt in her mouth because she was screaming mindlessly, her body
convulsing as his tongue fucked her relentlessly. Her hips thrust at him, and
her blood pulsed in her veins.
Her pussy was still
throbbing, flooding his mouth with her cream, when he lowered her to the bed,
yanked the belt out of where he’d tucked it and flipped her over. Before she
realized it, he had pulled her up to her knees. She heard the tearing of foil,
felt him moving behind her. In a moment, his lean fingers stroked her still
fluttering vagina, spreading her cream, then spreading her lips wide. While
spasms still wracked her body, he drove into her, his thick cock filling her.
“Is that good, Rina?”
he rasped. “Does my cock feel good inside you? Jesus, you are so friggin’ tight.
You might burn me alive. Do you like the way this feels, baby?”
She couldn’t speak,
even if she hadn’t had the T-shirt in her mouth, but she nodded her head and
moaned her pleasure.
“This is only the
beginning. Just the beginning. Before we’re done, I’m going to do everything to
you that you could imagine and more.”
His fingers grabbed
her hips, pulling her back toward him, and he stroked her slow and steady.
Harder,
she wanted to shout.
Faster.
But she knew he would
take his time, drawing it out until his control finally snapped. The tension
built in her body again, and before she even realized it, another orgasm
overtook her. Her muscles spasmed, clamping on his thick shaft, milking him,
and still, while she shook and shuddered, he never varied his pace.
She dropped her head
to her bound wrists, heart thundering as aftershocks raced through her, but
before she could catch her breath, he’d found her sweet spot, his enormous cock
pressing against it and rubbing back and forth. She shook her head, trying to
tell him no more, but he was relentless.
She felt the spiral
unwinding in her again, felt the walls of her vagina grasping him and milking
him in desperation to reach the pinnacle of release again. At last, he
increased his speed and his rhythm, pounding into her, driving her over the edge
one more time.
She screamed into the
T-shirt as every muscle in her body spasmed and she bathed him with her liquid
heat. On and on it went, before the intensity finally began to ease off and his
shaft ceased pulsing inside of her.
She fell forward onto
the mattress, McCall shifting to the side and pulling her with him, their
bodies still connected. Sweat glued them together, and she wasn’t sure whose
heart was beating harder or faster. McCall reached around and pulled the belt
away from her wrists, then gently removed the T-shirt from her mouth.
His big hand stroked
her arm, her hip, her thigh, caressing her, easing her. Eventually, his cock
softened and he slipped out of her.
“Stay just like this,”
he whispered in her ear.
She felt the shift in
weight as he got up and heard him in the bathroom. In seconds, he was back with
a warm wash cloth. He turned her onto her back and bathed her sex and her
thighs with soft, gentle strokes. When he was finished, he traced a line of
feathery kisses over her neck, her breasts, her tummy, and her thighs.
“You are a
revelation,” he told her. “We aren’t nearly done yet.”
“Mmm,” was all Rina
could manage.
The mattress dipped
under his weight, and then he was lying beside her again, spooning her to his
body, his strong arm around her.
“Won’t someone notice
if you aren’t in your room?” she finally managed to ask in a sleepy voice.
“Don’t worry. I’ll
take care of it.”
Her eyelids fluttered
and then, despite everything that had happened, she fell into a deep, dreamless
sleep.
****
Rina woke to feel
McCall’s hard cock, already sheathed in a condom, pressing inside her. His
strong arm held her in place against him as he entered her from the rear. He’d
lifted her leg over his thigh to open her. No preparation, no foreplay. And she
was ready for him.
“Okay?” he whispered
in her ear. “Nothing fancy this time, daredevil. Just you and me, my cock in
your pussy.”
If she thought that
night in her house had been a deviation for her, she was very much mistaken. Tonight
had been an unexpected revelation. Whatever drove him, whatever made him the
best at his job, also made him an intense lover. There was a wildness in him, a
primitive, barely-leashed core that flowed from his mouth to hers, from his
body to hers.
This is what I give
the women in my books, but I didn’t think happened in real life. Lordy. If
there’s anything better than this, I don’t think I can stand it.
She clenched his
thick shaft with her inner muscles even as she struggled to recover from their
first joining.
McCall kissed her
cheek, the shell of her ear, her jaw line, the hollow of her neck, more gentle
than she expected him to be.
As they moved in a
slow cadence, she felt his hard thickness within her, stroking in and out. Felt
herself throbbing with need, shocked that she could be aroused so quickly and so
soon. Imperceptibly at first, then more pronounced, she moved her hips to
increase the friction between their bodies. He lowered his hand and touched her
clit, manipulating it until, with unexpected fierceness, once again her body shook
and shuddered with an orgasm that took control of her.