Strike Out: Mustangs Baseball #6 (13 page)

“Good God, woman.” He took her in his arms, one hand moving low to cup her bottom. He pressed his cheek against her temple. “You’ll pay for scaring me that way.”

“I hope so.”

He groaned. She would be the death of him, no doubt about it. “Don’t think I’ll forget about your impertinence, young lady. But tonight, there are other things I want to do to you.”

“What kind of things?”

As much as he hated to let go of her, he needed to see her reaction to his words. He released his hold on her, putting a few inches of space between them. “I think I’ll start by licking my way down one side of your body then back up the other. Sort of a road trip, with a few in-depth sightseeing tours along the way.”

He drew the back of his hand across her breasts. Her nipples, already peeking out, hardened to diamond points. The change didn’t escape his attention. He stroked his thumb over one then the other. His gaze, however, remained locked on hers. “I want to suck these. Tell me, what color are they?”

“I…don’t know.” Her mind was still reeling from the spanking and then the tender way he’d held her afterwards, as if she were something precious. She’d always been way ahead of other kids, intellectually, and because of her uniqueness, she’d been treated differently than most children. Her parents didn’t know what to do with her, so they’d done nothing at all. They loved her, she was sure of that, but the few times she’d acted out, instead of scolding her or giving her a spanking, they’d shrugged and chalked her behavior up to her curious mind. Deep down, she’d known her mini rebellions had been pleas for attention.

She’d had Royce Stryker’s attention from the beginning, and he had no qualms at all about calling her on her misbehavior. She was almost giddy, thinking her teasing comments had earned her another spanking.

“You know what color they are. You see them every day.” He pinched her left one between his thumb and forefinger, bringing his question into sharp focus. “Tell me.”

Tricia closed her eyes, bringing an image of her own body to mind. “Pink. Rose, maybe.”

He turned his attention to the other one, giving it a pinch, too. “Your pussy is the same, sweet color.” He brushed his lips over hers. “I can’t wait to see it up close again. I want to make you come all over my tongue.”

She could barely breathe. What he described scared her out of her mind. “I want that, too,” she confessed on a whisper. Daring to open her eyes, she looked up. Everything she felt was mirrored in Royce’s eyes—lust, longing, need, desperation. He dipped his head. Her gaze dropped to his parted lips descending toward hers.

He’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted this one. He’d only ever been with Hannah, but the kind of sex he’d had with his ex-wife seemed tame compared to the things he wanted to do with Tricia. He’d never once wanted to spank Hannah, but every time he got near Tricia, his hand itched to redden her bottom.

The woman had bewitched him. There was no other explanation for the way his body reacted to her. He needed her. Craved her. Staying away from her wasn’t an option, even though he’d tried to convince himself it was. That she would give herself to him in such an open and honest way, humbled him.

In the back of his mind, he knew ultimately he might destroy her by sabotaging her work, but right now, all he could think about was possessing her, mind, body, and soul. As his lips covered hers, seducing and being seduced, one word echoed in his brain, drowning out reason, sanity, and especially his conscience.
Mine
.

Curving his palms beneath her ass, he half-carried, half walked her to the bed. Finesse took a backseat to need as their clothes came off in record time. He helped her scoot out of her shorts and panties then sat back on his heels to admire her.

“God, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Rose nipples. His mouth watered to taste them. His gaze traveled every womanly inch of her, pausing at the soft mound at the nexus of her thighs. His fingers twitched, remembering the wet warmth waiting there for him. He wanted so badly to fall on her, to part her legs and drive himself inside her, to claim her, but he forced himself to proceed at a slower pace. Gently clasping her ankles, he spread her just enough so he could wedge his knees between hers. Using his forearms for support so he wouldn’t squash her, he fit his body over hers. He groaned as his cock became trapped between their bodies, his hard and unforgiving, hers so damn soft and welcoming he wanted to cry.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tugged. Letting his arms slide forward, he lowered his chest to hers, groaning at the feel of her breasts absorbing his weight. Her nipples were hard little nubs, poking holes in his restraint. “You feel so damn good I could stay here all night.”

He stroked the top of her head with both hands as his gaze searched her face. Her eyes were luminous pools, inviting him in. Her lips, swollen from his kisses, parted on a sigh. “Royce?”

“What baby? What do you need?”

“You said you were going to lick me all over.”

He failed to contain a burst of laughter. Leave it to the brainiac to remind him of his promises. “I did promise you, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did. And I’ve been waiting a long time, don’t you think?”

“Too long,” he agreed. “Way too long.”

The swipe of his tongue from the base of her neck to her earlobe made her entire body shimmy with need. She moved her hands from his shoulders to his head, holding on tight as he moved over her chest. As he inched his way toward her breasts, she braced herself for the moment he would put his mouth on them. Nothing could have prepared her for the reality of it. At first, he teased her nipples, flicking his tongue over one then the other until they were so hard they ached.

“Please.” If he didn’t ease the ache, she was going to die.

“Patience.”

She squirmed beneath him and tugged on his head, but he refused to pick up the pace. He continued to torture her breasts, nipping at the tight tips then kissing away the flair of pain with soft lips and a soothing tongue. When he finally sucked one into his mouth, she dug her fingernails into his scalp and arched her neck and back.

“Royce!”
Oh. My. God.
Every pull on her breast telegraphed lightning to her womb. Her pussy clenched, and her hips seemed to have acquired a mind of their own. She ground against him, could not get close enough to him to satisfy the clawing need inside her body.

When he released her breast, she sagged with relief, only to be thrown back into the pit of desire when he turned his attention to the other one.

She wanted. She needed. Something nameless and powerful held her in its grip. Whatever it was, she knew without a doubt Royce Stryker was the cause of it, just like he was the only man in the world who could make it go away.

God, he loved the way she moved underneath him, as if she wanted to crawl inside him. He couldn’t get enough of her, either. The first taste of her skin, and he’d become an addict. He had every intention of doing as he promised, licking every inch of her, but as soon as he took her breast into his mouth, felt her nipple flatten on the roof of his mouth, he knew he was doomed to failure, at least for today. He’d get around to the rest of her delectable body eventually, but for the moment, he had to taste the essence of her. Had to drink her in, had to feel her come in his mouth. Maybe after he did, he could find the patience he’d asked of her, and fulfill his promise.

He felt sure he was going to have claw marks on his scalp, but decided it was a small price to pay for what he was going to receive in return. Tricia held on as he made his way down her torso, stopping to tease her belly button with his tongue before pausing over her mound to inhale the musk of her arousal. Shifting farther down on the bed, he urged her legs wider. She hesitated for a heartbeat then spread her thighs wider.

If he hadn’t already been lying down, the sight of her pussy flowering open for him would have felled him.
Holy Hell.
He’d found the pearly gates. Moist, pink lips guarded Heaven and begged for his kiss. His cock jerked, demanding immediate access. Ignoring the discomfort in his groin, he pressed his nose into the uppermost juncture of her outer lips and drew in her scent.

He’d turned into a caveman. His body wanted. Need hammered between his legs. His balls felt ready to explode.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

The mantra repeated in every cell of his body.

As he drew his tongue over her pussy, he silently vowed to do everything he could to protect what was his.

Tricia gasped. Her hips came off the mattress, undulating in an attempt to either get away or get closer, she wasn’t entirely sure which. With her fingers still clinging to his scalp, she crunched her abs, lifting herself. A wave of acute embarrassment washed over her. Would she ever get used to seeing his head buried between her legs? He flicked his tongue over her clitoris and thinking wasn’t an option any longer.

Her head fell back against the bed, and she forgot all about coming up with reasons Royce Stryker should not have his face between her legs.

He was a master with his tongue, using it in ways she wouldn’t have dreamed possible to bring her to the brink then coax her back down again, only to start the whole process over.

She was going insane, one lick, one suck, one forbidden penetration at a time. She tugged on his hair until, without stopping his assault on her senses, he pried her fingers loose and guided her hands down to the bed on either side of her hips. Digging her fingers into the covers, she held on with a white-knuckled grip to keep from flying off the roller coaster.

Nothing so
bad
had ever felt so good. Even the sounds made her crazy. There was the occasional
pop
when he broke suction on her clit. Then there were the wet, slurping noises—positively obscene. The worst ones seemed to originate deep in his chest and came out as grunts and moans that vibrated through her and sent tingles along every nerve ending in her body and wound her insides tight.

“Please.” He held her on the precipice…so close. So damn close. “Please, Royce.”

She felt his smile, thought she heard him laugh. Then he plunged two fingers inside her tight channel, and with the skill of a man who knew what he was looking for, crooked the tips upward. Two taps against her secret button, and she left the launch pad.

As her hips rocketed skyward, Tricia dug her heels into the mattress. The muscles in her stomach and abdomen jerked, clenching and releasing in breath stealing.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

“You okay, babe?”

Tricia opened her eyes to see Royce braced above her, a knowing smirk on his face. Tremors still racked her body from her ribcage to the tingling flesh between her legs. She didn’t trust her voice to not utter ridiculous words of love, so she nodded.

“I’m clean, but I didn’t know about birth control, so I grabbed a condom.”

Her mind whirled. When? How?

He flexed his hips, bringing the head of his cock to her entrance. “I need you,” he said, nudging inside a fraction, just enough to let her feel the stretch required to take all of him. “Say something, sweetheart. Yes or no.”

Yes! Yes! Yes!
She brought her knees up to bracket his hips. He fit in the notch of her legs like a puzzle piece. She let go of the sheet and wrapped her hands over his shoulders, loving the feel of strong muscles bunched tight to keep him suspended above her. But she wanted more. She wanted all of him—his weight pressing her into the mattress, his cock filling all the empty spaces inside her. She’d never wanted anything more.

She looped her legs around his thighs, anchoring him where she wanted him. She looked up into his face lined with strain and uncertainty, and her heart hammered against her rib cage. She opened herself to him, body and soul. When her gaze locked with his, she gave him the permission he sought. “Yes.”

He entered her with one slow thrust, tunneling into her sweet, wet heat as carefully as possible given the voice in his head urging him to hammer into her until he went blind with his release. Lord, she was the tightest, wettest, most perfect fit ever. It took every ounce of self-control he had to deny his need. Her gaze remained locked on his, her eyes widening at first then slowly her lids dropped. A soft sigh escaped her parted lips. Her hips rose off the bed, taking more of him inside. She tipped her head back, exposing the long column of her neck in surrender.

He bent and kissed his way from her collarbone to her jaw, silently claiming what was his while holding perfectly still inside her.
She needed time to adjust to his size, and he needed time to wrap his head around his new reality.
He had to have her, and not just for a short fling. She was his, and he’d move heaven and earth to keep her.

“Royce.”

“You feel so good.” He covered her mouth with his, groaning when their tongues dueled. Her sexy little moan incinerated his control. Withdrawing, he slammed back into her. She made another noise that sounded like approval to his ringing ears. He pulled his lips from hers, and somehow found enough restraint to wait until she lifted her gaze to his.

“I need you. Now. You ready?”