Authors: Kylie Scott
“What?”
“I picked up a few things for you in town today.” He reached for the backpack he’d come in with and pulled something out. When she tried to sit up to see what he pushed her back down with a hand to her good shoulder. “Don’t strain your shoulder. Lie back. Relax.”
“What is it?”
“You can either lie back and relax like a good girl, or I can go play cards with Duncan and Joe,” he said. “Your choice.”
Shit. She’d seen that look on his face often enough to know he meant it. Hard-on tenting the front of his jeans or no, the man would walk out on her. He loved letting his inner control freak out to play when it came to sex. Sadly, she enjoyed it just as much.
“I’m lying still,” she said.
“Good. Though I need you on your stomach, so let me help you roll over.” Big hands helped her to wriggle into position. He slipped a pillow beneath her shoulders, another beneath her hips. “There we go. Are you comfortable?”
“Yes.” Comfortable, but dubious. “What are you up to, Nicky?”
“You’ll see.” His fingers trailed over the curves of her ass then slipped down between her legs, caressing her inner thighs. And pushing steadily outward. “Spread, sweetheart.”
She did so. Of course she did. The man made her a shallow puddle of sex-starved ooze without even trying.
Shuffling noises behind her. Warm breath on the small of her back. Hot, damp kisses on a butt cheek. And the sound of …
“What have you got? What is that?” she demanded, trying to turn her head far enough to see.
Nick’s face came into view instead. “I think they’re playing poker tonight. Should I go find out for sure?”
“No.”
“I think you need a safe word,” he said.
“Why? What are you going to do that’s so bad?”
He stared back at her, face much too calm. “When your shoulder’s healed, I’m going to tie you up and gag you so we can’t have these discussions.”
“I don’t think that’s the point of BDSM, if that’s what you’re attempting.”
“You’ve read about it?” he asked.
“A book or two, here and there. Maybe. I’ve never done anything, but …”
Another grunt. What did a grunt even mean, really? Lucky she trusted this Neanderthal.
“It interests you.” He kissed the back of her neck, took a roll of skin beneath his teeth and toyed with it. It felt weird but nice, ticklish almost. His voice sounded husky against her ear. “Here’s what we’re going to do. You talk as much as you want and I’m going to go about my business, down here.” Big, threatening hands smoothed over her buttocks. “Unless you say, ‘I hate you’.”
“What? No. I promised to never say that to you again.”
“I know. Best safe word ever.”
“Nick, that’s cheating. And it’s not funny.”
“Okay,” he chuckled. “Calm down. How about … ‘wattle’?”
“Wattle?”
“Yeah. It was the name of our cabin. And it’s not a word you’re going to say by accident.”
“Oh,” she said, relaxing a bit. “That’s nice. ‘Wattle’ it is. But I still think you should leave my butt alone. You have enough holes at your disposal.”
“I disagree.” His trailed kisses down her spine, fingers massaging her ass. “You either trust me, and let me experiment a little to see if you like it, or you say ‘wattle’.”
Damn it, he was serious. Fear and excitement fought it out inside her. So of course, she talked. “You know, it sounds vaguely like ‘waddle’, like a duck. Don’t you think?”
He ignored her.
His tongue slid through the divide between her cheeks and her hands fisted in the blanket. This too felt weird but nice, and unnerving. More shuffling noises. Capable hands opened her up, exposing her poor defenceless butthole to the pervert. How nerve-wracking. She hid her face in the pillow.
“Nick, I’m not sure about this.”
Still no reply.
Kiss after kiss he laid around the area. The back of the top of her thighs were particularly sensitive. A thumb rubbed over her tightly puckered anus, massaging. God help her, then his tongue was there, flicking over it, teasing her open. All those little nerve endings fired to life, thoroughly weirded out at the new, if perhaps pleasurable, sensation.
“You can’t kiss me there,” she said, her words muffled.
“Why not?” His tongue dipped down, lapping over her pussy. That she knew and recognized and enjoyed just fine. She arched her hips, silently begging for more and he gave it, bless him. A hand slipped beneath her, putting pressure on her clit. His teeth tortured her in the best way possible, gently playing with the lips of her sex. Everything low in her lit up, her stomach tightening and blood rushing. She almost didn’t notice the tip of his thumb pushing at her rear, slowly gaining entrance past the tight ring of muscle.
“Nick,” she gasped.
“I think you’re fucking gorgeous everywhere,” he said, mouth moving against her sex in the very best way. His words sent tremors through her. “Stop fighting me, Ros. Relax.”
“I’m trying.”
“Good girl.”
He tongued her sex while he played with her rear. Never going too far, just teasing the entrance. Then the thumb was gone and his mouth moved up. Noises. She could hear noises again. Her ears were on high alert. Something plasticky-sounding was being opened behind her.
“What are you doing now?” she asked. “What is that?”
“Ssshh.”
Lube was squirted between her cheeks and she squealed. Damn it, what a godawful noise. But nothing was ladylike about this. A finger pushed at her hole, in a little, out a little. Steadily, slowly, it worked its way into her. Impossible not to grab at it with her muscles.
“Oh. That feels so odd.”
His finger worked deeper into her until it was slipping in and out with ease. She could feel it, the pressure in that oddest of places. Her ass as an erogenous zone, who’d have guessed? Her empty sex wept and the pad of his hand rubbed at her mound and her clit. Happily, she pushed right back, seeking contact. His ministrations were getting her worked up. She was more than a little desperate for it. The edge of the pillow teased her hard nipples. Holy hell, she could come from this. She really could. A little more stimulation and everything would be superb.
Nick pulled his finger out then pressed back in, only this time stretching her wider, demanding more.
“What’s that?”
“Easy,” he said. “Two fingers now.”
He kissed her back. Licked up her spine. She clenched on the two fingers. It still burned. No way could she take him there.
“Nick, I don’t think I can—”
“I know. Not today,” he said, reading her just fine. “We’re just going to play a little. Try and relax.”
“O-okay.”
The two fingers did strange things inside her ass, twisting and turning, stroking her in odd ways. The burn eased and gave way to pleasure. Some inexplicably sweet sensation stole through her. She had the worst feeling she actually liked it. Worse still, that he knew.
“That’s it,” he said.
Then the fingers were gone. Just when she’d gotten used to their presence they slipped free of her body and her rear felt strangely empty. More noises. Packaging being undone by the sound of it.
“Stay put,” he said.
More lube. She tried to tuck her butt in and escape it, but there was nowhere to go. He held her open, his big body situated between her spread legs. Something pressed against her anus again.
He hummed in satisfaction. “Press back against it, Ros. That’s it.”
“What is it?” she asked, her voice all breathy.
“It’s only a little one.”
“A little one what?”
A hand held her cheeks apart while the other fucked something into her. Not his fingers. Something else about the same size, at first. He pushed, then retreated, easing the foreign object inside her. It got bigger and her fingers dug into the mattress.
“Nick.”
“Nearly there. You’re doing really well.”
He turned it around a little, played with it. Whatever ‘it’ was.
The burn returned. Not quite pain but not really pleasure. A gray area in between that she wasn’t sure of. He stretched her opening wide, then in it went. The strain lessened. Her butt was not on fire. It was okay. But something was definitely inside her.
“Explain,” she barked out.
Instead, he turned it on. The fucking thing vibrated. Her ass was buzzing. What it did to her pussy was dreadful and wonderful all at once. Her mind blanked as her body took over.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he said.
She said the first thing that came into her poor, addled brain. “I’m going to kill you.”
He clucked his tongue.
Big hands lifted her hips and his cock nudged at the entrance to her sex. The poor, desperate, throbbing, needy thing that it was. All she could do was dig her fingers deeper and hold on.
She moaned as his cock surged into her. God, yes, she needed it, needed him inside her. The width of his cock felt close to overwhelming with that thing filling her rear. Still vibrating. Her whole pelvic region seemed aglow with it.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned.
She could feel the hairs on his thighs against the backs of her legs, the press of his pelvis against her butt. The slap of his balls when he thrust harder, picking up the pace. It seemed she was oversensitive to everything. Nothing escaped her but her mind reeled, unable to focus on any one thing. Again and again he thrust into her. Her traitorous body pushed back, takingly him joyfully, wanting everything he could give her.
Nick pounded into her. Together, they set a feverish pace. Nothing mattered but coming, climbing that peak as hard and fast as possible. She was mindless in her pursuit of it, so damn close that it was all she could feel. The heat and sensation built until it burst wide open inside her. She shook and shuddered and shouted into the pillow. Hands pulled her back onto him as he pushed as deep into her body as he could get and came too. Those hands and his cock were the only things holding her up. Then his cock slipped free of her. His hands lowered her back onto the mattress. He collapsed beside her.
Nothing but heavy breathing.
A hand fumbled over her ass and the thing stopped buzzing. Probably for the best. Carefully he pulled it out of her. Her body was too tired to react. Her mind had been defeated. Nick was master of them all. Damn him.
A wet cloth smoothed between her tender butt cheeks.
“You okay?” he asked.
She turned her head. It was easier to breathe without her face in the pillow. “No. I think you broke me.”
He lay beside her, dark eyes searching her face.
“That would account for the fuck-drunk smile,” he said.
She tried to frown at him. It didn’t work. “You’re a bad man.”
He smirked.
“You’re my bad man.”
“Mm. I’m going to do that to you every time I catch you daydreaming about threesomes with other men,” he informed her. “And the plugs will get bigger.”
Like hell they would. Best not to tell him that, though. He’d only see it as a challenge.
She stretched lazily as gradually some semblance of life returned to her sated body. “To be fair, Nicky, you were one of the men in my imaginary threesome.”
He gave her a skeptical look, his brow arched high. Of course, since she had bisected the other brow he could really only raise the one. Lucky it looked good on him.
“Hey, I don’t want any other men.”
“No?” he asked, shuffling over until they were close as they could be.
“Nope. I don’t suppose you’ve got a twin, though?”
His hand clapped down on her butt cheek. It stung.
“Ow. Sorry. I’m sorry. Just joking.”
“And you actually wonder why I abuse your ass,” he said, ever the gentleman. One of his hands rifled around in the dreaded backpack once more. “I picked up some other things for you today.”
“Do I even want to know?”
“I don’t know. Do you?” he asked and carefully put a funky-looking pair of reading glasses on her. “There we go. How are they?”
She blinked experimentally, peered around the room. “Good, I think. Thank you.”
“Wear them the next time we fuck. That would be thanking me.”
“Aww. You say the sweetest things.”
“Don’t I? There was also this.” He set a blue velvet jewelry case on his bare chest. A ring-sized one.
“Holy hell.” Her heart lurched at the sight. It was the strangest thing. After everything they’d been through, she was going to lose it over a piece of jewelry?
“I saw it in a shop in town. Thought you might like it, so I grabbed it.”
Carefully, she popped the case but left it sitting on top of him. Of all the things he could have picked up for her, right on out of any shop window now that alarms and money and all the rest were gone, he’d gotten her this. A circlet of seed pearls surrounded a small winking diamond in an antique rose gold setting. It was lovely. Heartbreakingly perfect.
“Okay. What does it mean?” she asked.
“Huh?” His face blanked.
“Nick, you can’t just give a girl a ring without it meaning something. You do know that?”
His forehead furrowed up.
“I mean, it has to say something.”
“What?” he asked. “Why?”
“Come on, Nick. The ring says something. Work with me here, please.”
He looked at the ring like it had suddenly sprouted poisonous tentacles. “I dunno. I just thought you’d like it.”
Honestly, he was such an idiot. He could probably spend an hour explaining the vibrating butt plug to her, but he couldn’t even string together a sentence about the ring. Her mind was officially blown.
“Come on,” she said, voice sounding more than a little aggravated. “Surely there was more thought behind this.”
“So you don’t like it?” His big hand closed around the case and he went to put it away. Like he wanted to die. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Don’t you dare! That’s mine.” She clambered across him, straddling him and wrestling for custody of the ring. And not being gentle about it. “Give it.”
“Ros.” He wisely let go before her teeth could sink into his arm. “Shit. Calm down.”
With the ring case in hand she sat triumphant atop him. One cranky-faced man with a world full of attitude. His lips were a tight, unhappy line. Poor baby. Bad luck, he’d chosen her. Now he’d just have to live with it. She wouldn’t be letting him off the hook anytime soon.