Authors: Anne Rainey
“I-I’m not really beautiful. Makeup and clothes can hide a lot.”
Hearing her talk about flaws bothered Rider. And he’d contributed to her insecurities with his big stupid mouth. “Beauty is more than lipstick and silk blouses, sweetheart. It’s this”—he put his hand directly over her heart—“that matters. The other stuff is just window dressing.” She started to say something, and Rider was afraid she was going to disagree with him. He didn’t want to hear it. Instead, he covered her mouth with his. He kept the kiss brief. “One day I’m going to make you believe me when I tell you these things.” Then, before she could say anything else, he grasped her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the counter. He dipped his head between her legs and licked her. She went pliant when his tongue and lips moved over her.
“Your spicy little pussy tastes so good,” he murmured against her dewy center. “I want to savor you.”
She groaned raggedly and arched into him, clutching at the counter for support. His libido went into overdrive. She held completely still as he pulled her legs over his shoulders on either side of his head and began lapping at her center. His mouth suckled her hard bud into his mouth, then flicked it back and forth. She arched into him, her lower body pressing against his face. When her fingers dug into his hair, Rider groaned and slipped his tongue into her tight heat. He tongue-fucked her as his hands toyed with her breasts. Rider pinched her nipples, and Victoria screamed his name as she burst all around him in a second amazing climax.
Seconds later, Victoria opened her eyes. He gently placed her legs back down onto the counter and straightened.
His hands stroked and caressed every smooth inch of her, the soft skin of her shoulders and downward, until he held her trim waist in his hands. His need for her sharpened. He had the urge to possess and dominate. To burn an imaginary brand onto her, asserting his claim.
He wanted her begging for him. He ached for her to need him the way he needed her. He slanted his mouth over hers, parting the seam with his tongue and plunging inside the welcoming heat. She moaned and grasped on to his arms for support. Her slim fingers bit into his forearms, and he reveled in the knowledge that he could make her so wild and impatient.
“Now, sweetheart,” he whispered as he lifted her off the counter. Within seconds, she lay sprawled out beneath him on the floor, her half-closed eyes eating him up. There was no past. No future. Only now, only Victoria, and he was desperate for her. He used his arms to keep the bulk of his weight off her, yet pinning her in place at the same time. There were no pretty words, no slow and easy movements. Only a swelling mixture of heated lust and fiery desires. He waited for her to decide for them both. Decide to give herself to him completely, explicitly. It was frightening how much she’d seeped into his heart, blocking out everything and anything but her and her needs.
Victoria slipped her hand between them, sliding it downward until her fingers wrapped around his cock. Rider bit back a curse. She took him in her fingers, touching the tip and palming a bead of moisture. He pulsed and throbbed under her ministrations. It bothered him to know that she had so much influence, so much feminine power over him. When she positioned him at her entrance and wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him down with her heels on his buttocks, pulling him in, Rider froze. “I’m not wearing a condom,” he said, then reached for his wallet tucked into the back pocket of his jeans that now lay in a heap of denim on the floor next to them. He fumbled a few times, but soon he had it rolled on. When he slipped his cock inside her tight, hot pussy, they both let out a moan. Her body wrapped around him like a tight fist.
“We fit together as if made for each other,” he whispered as he kissed the whimper from her lips. Christ, she was sopping wet with the first touch of his dick. Her feminine center instantly responded to his hard erection. “God, Vic, I could never get enough of you.”
His fingers roamed over her stomach, smoothing their way over her ribs to her breasts. He weighed one small orb in his palm and stroked his thumb over her nipple. Rider felt her tremble as if a whirl of electrical charges in her nerve endings had just been fired.
“I’m going up in flames, Rider,” she moaned.
“Me too,” he admitted. His callused fingers squeezed and pinched, and he saw the exact moment when she went from sweet desire to ravenous. His head descended, then his mouth sucked. He began to move his cock in and out, fucking her slowly. Rider was on the edge. One moan from her, and he’d be flying over.
“Rider, please!”
“Please what, sweetheart?” He barely recognized his own voice. “Tell me you want me and no one else. Say it, Vic.”
“Yes, only you,” she replied, her husky whisper doing him in. “Please make love to me.”
“This time and so many more times in the future.”
After that erotic declaration, words weren’t necessary. He slid deeper inside her welcoming body. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned. “I’m not going to last.”
All others paled next to Victoria. Every other woman was forgotten the moment he’d kissed her. Her innocent warmth was the sweetest sort of pleasure. It had summoned Rider like a lighthouse to a weary sailor. And yet she had no real idea how securely she’d bound herself to him by giving him her sweet trust. How completely she’d become his. She lay beautifully pliant beneath him, totally trusting, placing herself in his care. It humbled him as much as it swelled his chest with pride that she would give him this moment. And he would honor her by ensuring that she felt only pleasure.
His eyes sought Victoria’s as she peered at him from beneath sleepy lashes. Not able to wait another second, he bent his head and kissed her waiting mouth. He felt the quiver of anticipation cruise through her body, tasted the heat of eager breaths as his tongue tangled with hers. He wanted to stroke her to a fever pitch, send her over the edge of madness with anxious desire. Tap into the passion that burst through her.
His mouth went on a journey over her torso even as his hands moved slowly over her slight curves, enjoying the feel of her pale ivory skin. His fingers delved into the soft patch of curls he found. At once he located a silken puff of skin. Skillfully, he began stroking and squeezing, teasing little sounds from her throat. And Rider felt as well as heard her orgasm. It overcame them both when she quivered and gyrated beneath him. He triumphed when he felt her legs clutching, her fingers digging.
He tasted heat as he took nibbling bites of her nipples. He began pumping into her, ready to take his own pleasure now that he’d taken the edge off for her. Victoria was a luscious mix of honey and salty perspiration. Woman. Such a powerful combination of sex and inexperience surrounding his cock, milking him into oblivion.
Her shiny brown hair fanned out around her body as they made love. She was a creature of natural beauty. So childlike in her seductiveness that it made her all the more alluring, all the more desirable. Hell, even the guy at the nightclub had eyes only for her. One smile from Victoria, and he had been all but eating out of her hand.
Rider braced himself on his elbows, and with Victoria’s smooth, lean legs surrounding him, he pushed into her faster, harder.
“Now, Victoria,” Rider demanded. Without another word, he plunged into her with a quick kind of force that had them both gasping.
He stayed still inside her tight pussy for a moment, enjoying the satiny clutch of her, the heat that warmed his heart and soul. Slowly, he pumped deeper, his movements growing more fast and furious as need swept through him, pumping through his bloodstream and making him ache to somehow bind her to him. For eternity.
It was a need that went as far back as time itself. Coupling and claiming his mate with a demand that spoke of his passion. She came back at him with her own brand of passion, scoring his back with her fingernails, marking her territory. He reached a hand between their bodies and touched off the beginnings of a third orgasm for her. She screamed and wrapped her powerful legs tightly around his waist, squeezing him, sending him over that same blissful cliff this time, so that they landed together in each other’s arms. Rider drove into her one last time and exploded, filling the condom with hot come, her body contracting and sucking him in, milking him dry.
Mere seconds passed before Rider pulled away. He stood there a moment, transfixed, staring at her sated body still shuddering from the orgasms he’d dragged from her. A pleasant smile lit her face, and her hair was a tangle of brown curls. Her eyes, her beautiful expressive hazel eyes, stared at him as if he hung the moon. Rider thought she looked more beautiful than ever.
“I’ve never experienced anything like that before, Rider. Never.”
Her words had him puffing up like a proud peacock. He knelt down, and with one arm under her legs, the other supporting her back, Rider picked her up and cradled her close to his chest. She beamed up at him, her expression of sheer pleasure spearing his heart.
“Time to wash, sweetness, and I plan on taking my time cleaning every inch of you. Then we can order room service.”
He felt her shiver of desire as she whispered in his ear, “You wash mine, and I’ll wash yours.”
For the first time he could remember, Rider actually trembled.
Chapter Eight
Everything they’d done so far was beyond anything Victoria had ever experienced. She’d never known a more powerful man. She’d loved every minute of it.
When he woke her in the middle of the night with gentle touches and loving kisses, Victoria’s passion flared to life all over again. But now, as he moved away from her and glanced around the room, Victoria asked, “What are you doing?”
“You’ll see,” he replied, his voice rough and low. Rider’s gaze stopped on something, but Victoria couldn’t tell what he’d zeroed in on. The room was in total chaos. With slow, purposeful strides, he walked away from her and picked up her white silk bra. Curiosity and excitement warred inside her as he moved behind her and clasped one of her wrists in his callused hand. He wrapped the material around it, then grabbed the other wrist and did the same. Her hands securely tied behind her back, Victoria lay completely at his mercy.
“Mm, I like you this way,” he growled against the shell of her ear. “You are mine to do with as I please.”
Victoria froze. Rider seemed intent on pushing her beyond her comfort zone. “I’ve never done this,” she said as her mounting anxiety grew. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
“Trust me.” Rider carefully turned her onto her stomach, then pushed a pillow beneath her hips, propping up her bottom. Now she was totally exposed, and her uneasiness increased tenfold. He didn’t give her time to react, merely smoothed his hands over her bound wrists, then lower until he cupped her ass cheeks in his palms. “Jesus, that’s a pretty sight. I can see every detail of your sexy body. And I can’t wait another minute to taste you, sweetheart.” He moved behind her and kissed her labia. “Mm, delicious.”
At the first swipe of his tongue, Victoria’s legs quivered and her anxiety vanished in a puff of smoke. He wrapped his sinewy arms around each of her thighs and spread her open farther. Rider plundered and explored her pussy. He was so gentle as he licked at her cleft, teasing a moan out of her. It wasn’t enough. Victoria wanted to feel his tongue probe deep. She had the sneaking feeling it would never be enough with Rider. A lifetime spent making love night and day would only whet her appetite. She wanted to please him. To tip him over that edge of desire. To hear his shout when he came.
The part of her brain still functioning couldn’t believe she was doing this. The sexiest bad boy in all of Summit Green had tied her up. Even better, he was between her thighs, licking and kissing and driving her freaking wild. She planned to enjoy every single minute.
When he took her tiny nub into his mouth and sucked it, she lost control. Her thoughts were forgotten as he drew a long moan out of her. The drumbeat of her heart as it raced out of control and the throbbing of her wet pussy blocked out any lingering doubts she’d had about allowing him to bind her. Red-hot passion zipped through her veins, and soon she was all but begging for release.
Victoria pitched over the edge as he nibbled her clitoris. Inhibitions disappeared, and she bucked against him, her body turning to lava.
“Yes!” she shouted seconds before shattering into a million pieces as her climax took hold and refused to let go.
Rider’s pleasurable assault didn’t end there. He continued to tease her clit, making her squirm. Evidently, he wasn’t satisfied with her pleading, because he used his fingers on her as well, inserting one at first, then two. Barely edging his way in, he expertly wiggled them back and forth. The dual sensation of his mouth sucking at her, and his fingers stroking at the sensitive nerve endings just inside her cleft tore a scream from her. “Rider, I can’t!”
“You can,” he hissed against her flesh, then flicked one more time. Victoria flew high, higher than ever, over that wild edge. From far off in the distance, she heard Rider’s hums of approval.
“That’s it, let go for me,” he soothed.
And she did. He wrapped his arms tightly around her upper thighs. Victoria knew she was safe with Rider.
He kissed her mound, then pull away. But just as quickly, he was back, a condom covering his cock and poised at her entrance. His hands wrapped around her hips as he slowly pushed into her, just barely breaching her swollen nether lips, before pulling all the way out again. Victoria whimpered, wanting, needing him to fill her. When she automatically attempted to lift her arms and couldn’t, frustration took the place of excitement. “I want to touch you,” she murmured.