Then she licked her lips.
“Goddammit.” He tugged at her hair and the sweet pain made her clit tingle. Taking control, he jerked his hips upward and pushed her mouth over his cock. She smiled as she took the head between her lips, her tongue snaking out to wrap around the crest and lap at the drops of pearly fluid gathered there.
He tasted hot and spicy. She covered the head with her tongue, feeling it pulse, so alive with a soft strength and a maddening allure. She engulfed him then, taking him deep, as far as she could, swirling her tongue around him as she swallowed him.
“Christ, Grace,” he murmured, tangling his hands in her hair now, holding onto the sides of her head to pump his cock into her mouth with rhythmic strokes. She raised up on her knees to bob up and down over his shaft, using her hands to stroke the base while she sucked him, wanting to pleasure him like no woman ever had. She cupped his balls, feeling them tighten within her grasp.
She wanted him to come in her mouth, needed to have that part of him inside her. With relentless pursuit she went after what she sought, stroking and squeezing, loving the power she held within her hands and mouth, the way he jerked underneath her, rising up to meet her as she tightened her grip and massaged the soft head with her tongue and mouth.
“Oh yeah, baby. Just like that,” he murmured, jabbing his cock upward, driving with hard thrusts into the back of her throat. She felt the hot, salty burst as he let go with a hard groan, erupting, flooding her mouth with his come. She swallowed, the taste of him making her hot, wet and desperate to be fucked.
She held on to him until he stopped shuddering, but he still stroked her hair. A damp sheen of sweat coated the skin of his thighs and stomach as she let go of his shaft and glanced up at him.
“Damn,” was all he said before dragging her across his chest to plant a hot, long kiss on her mouth. He slid his tongue inside and licked at hers, kissing her with such force she moaned and crawled into his lap, needing to be closer. Now it was her turn to latch onto his hair, rocking her pelvis against his quickly rehardening cock. Because as much as she could kiss him all day out here in the breezy sunshine, she wanted more. And he had to know that.
He pulled his mouth from hers. “You want me, Grace?”
“You know I do.” She reached between them to stroke his cock. “Give it to me.”
He grasped her wrist and pulled it behind her, latching onto her mouth again and driving her crazy with a kiss that was filled with passion, with promise. It was meant to torment, to seduce, but she was well past the point of foreplay. She needed him inside her. Having his cock in her mouth, swallowing his taste—such an incredibly intimate act, it made her yearn to get closer to him—closer than even this. And he was keeping her from it.
She whimpered against his mouth, tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her go. Passion erupted as a violent force. A new game—one of force and take—one she was more than willing to play. She tore her mouth away. “Let me go.”
He didn’t. Instead, he rolled her onto her back, pinning her there with his strength. “You don’t really want me to let you go.”
Arousal fired her nerve endings. She searched for a vulnerable spot, finding his hand near her head, and bit down on it. He growled, but didn’t release her, instead pulled her arms above her head and lifted her sweater, exposing her bra. Without preamble he bent down and captured the peak of one breast between his teeth, nipping at the quickly
responding nipple through the thin fabric. It hardened, an exquisite sensation shooting between her legs and dampening her further.
But she struggled, trying to throw him off—a senseless effort, but fun nonetheless. Who knew that trying to fight against him could be so incredibly arousing? She tried not to laugh, but it was difficult, especially considering how easily he held her down. With any other man she’d be scared to death. With Mike, she knew it was just a game. If she got serious about it and asked him to stop, she knew he would.
She sure as hell didn’t want him to stop. She was stimulated beyond the ability to think rationally. Instead, she bucked up against him, inflaming her senses and, apparently, his. He tore at the button and zipper of her jeans, jerking the denim down her thighs and to her ankles. He dragged her to a sitting position, with one hand holding both her wrists together, and pulled her boots off, then her jeans, pushing her to the ground again. She continued to struggle against him to no avail. He was really strong.
Once he had her pinned, he palmed her sex through her silk panties. “You’re wet.”
“I am not,” she protested.
“You need to be fucked. Hell, you
want
to be fucked.”
She refused to answer, though she knew it to be true.
“You need a hard cock inside you, ramming hard against that sweet pussy of yours until you come.”
“Fuck you. Get off me.”
His low laughter infuriated and excited her.
“I
am
going to fuck you.” With a quick jerk, her panties were history.
Oh well. The cool breeze wafted over her naked sex and she longed to spread her legs wide, but this game wasn’t over. She was supposed to fight this for a while longer.
Mike shoved his jeans aside and he was on her again, his hips against hers, his cock sliding along her the top of her pussy.
Oh God, yes. Right where she wanted and needed him. But she fought it, keeping her thighs together. His teeth gleamed as he smiled, his knee insinuating between hers as he dropped down fully on top of her, pushing her thighs apart.
“Open for me, Grace.”
“No,” she said, gritting her teeth, loving this. Her pussy was flooded with moisture now. Excitement pulsed through her bloodstream. She was throbbing, aching, desperate to scream the words, to beg him to fuck her. She was hanging on by a thread and if he didn’t take her soon, she was going to give in.
“This isn’t going to be gentle.”
Good. She hoped not. She wanted it hard, forceful, violent, needed him to plunge inside her with a desperation she couldn’t fathom.
With a final push, he opened her thighs and moved between them, positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He bent his head and took her mouth in a punishing kiss at the same time he drove inside her.
He was right. It wasn’t gentle. She screamed against his mouth as he thrust his cock all the way inside. She was so wet he slid in easily, his balls slapping her ass as he immersed himself to the hilt.
He stilled then, panting against her, and she was afraid he was going to gentle his movements, but he didn’t. He reared up and powered inside her again, this time deeper, harder, this thrust with more force than the first. Her walls closed in around him, gripping him tight and firm. Now that her legs were open, she acquiesced, wrapping them around his waist, lifting her ass to give him more. Anything he wanted was his for the taking.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he murmured against her mouth, only to slide his tongue inside again, pulling out to nibble at her lips, then her jaw, sliding down to capture her earlobe with his teeth. He bit down on the tender spot between her neck and shoulder as he rocked his shaft against her with punishing thrusts.
She cried out as she tightened around him, spilling her juices as she climaxed. He growled and continued to fuck her, refusing to stop until she was climbing again. She was exhausted from the fight and still he wouldn’t let up, dragging his shaft against her clit. And she was going to go over again. The rush of her orgasm brought tears to her eyes as hot splashes of ecstasy spilled from her. With a harsh oath he went with her this time, grinding against her and then stilling, shuddering, clasping her tight against him and kissing her in the way only Mike could.
He rolled to the side, taking her with him, stroking her hair, her face, pressing light kisses to her bruised lips.
“I hurt you, didn’t I?” he whispered.
“I’m tougher than you think.” She smiled at him, stroked his hair.
“You’re an amazing woman, Grace.”
“You’re an equally amazing man.”
“I hope there were no low-flying aircraft going over when we were having sex.”
She laughed. They cleaned up and Mike rolled the blanket, tucking everything into his saddlebag. Sweetly sore and spent, then rode quietly back to the ranch and turned in the horses.
When they got back home, Mike ordered her to undress. He pushed her onto the bed on her belly, but instead of sex, he grabbed some lotion and rubbed her back, butt and legs, massaging out the kinks from the ride. Then he curled up against her and they napped. Napped! She never napped. But it was so easy to fall asleep in the middle of day, wrapped up in his arms.
She fixed him dinner at her place that night. Steak and potatoes, figuring that was a “real man” kind of meal. They had wine and great conversation, and Grace realized how much she was going to miss having him around.
She hated the idea of missing anyone. For years she’d lived alone and liked it that way. She had friends whom she hung out with when
she wanted company. Otherwise, she had always been content with her life, with her solitude.
Mike refilled her wineglass.
“I’ve really enjoyed the time we spent together, Grace.”
Her stomach knotted. She smiled and reached for her glass, taking a long swallow of wine before answering. “I have, too. Thank you again for the ride today.”
“You’re welcome.”
“What time is your flight tomorrow?”
“Early. I have to be at work the next day.”
She studied her wineglass, feeling stupid for the tears that stung her eyes.
“I’m going to miss you, Grace.”
Don’t say it.
She couldn’t bear the emotion stabbing at her heart. “I’ve…really enjoyed spending time with you.” Didn’t she say that already?
He grinned. “I think we both agreed that we enjoyed our time together.”
Shit.
“It’s okay, Grace. Neither of us is going to handle this very well. It’s not like we’ve had what you would call a relationship. We’ve had fun. Let’s leave it at that.”
Yes. Let’s do that.
Before she started feeling any worse than she already did. Her stomach hurt.
He stood and walked around the table, reaching for her hand. “I want to make love to you.”
She laid her glass on the table and slipped her hand in his, letting him lift her. He led her to the bedroom and he undressed her slowly, kissing every inch of her skin that he revealed. She sighed at every touch of his lips, a hot, melting sensation that made her shiver.
“On your knees.”
Her skin broke out in chills. She crawled onto the bed and he got behind her, pressing his lips to her back. He kissed every vertebra, from her neck all the way down to her tailbone and farther, his hands all over her. He parted her legs and licked the length of her pussy, drawing out a long, low moan that she couldn’t hold in. She was already wet, quivering with the need to join with him. She bent forward, her head hitting the mattress, spreading her legs farther to give him better access as his tongue snaked out to flick at her clit. When he parted her buttocks and licked her anus, she cried out at the exquisite sensation of having his mouth there, circling the sensitive nerve endings with his hot tongue.
“I want to fuck your ass, Grace.”
“Yes.” She’d allow him any intimacy, wanting him close to her, inside her in every way possible.
He licked her there again, his tongue probing inside the tight hole. She nearly came off the bed at the hot, stabbing motion of his tongue invading her anus. Dear God, that was erotic as hell. He moved behind her, positioning, then reached around to stroke her clit while he parted her pussy lips and slid inside her cunt, fucking her with long, slow strokes until she was writhing against him, needing the orgasm that was so close.
“Make me come,” she begged, pushing back against his cock, trying to get closer to the hand massaging her clit.
And then she was there, tightening around him as she climaxed in a rush of hot, spiraling pleasure. He wrapped one arm around her middle and pulled her against his cock while she spasmed, rocking back and forth as the sensations rushed along her nerve endings.
Panting, she barely had time to catch her breath before he pulled out and coated her anus with lube. He kept his hand on her clit, massaging gently now but keeping her in a state of heightened arousal. She wanted his cock again, dammit, needed him inside her.
“Mike.”
“Easy, baby,” he said, sliding his finger against her anus. He pushed, entered her, the burning sensation subsiding quickly as he finger-fucked her ass. The pleasure rocketed her. His finger inside her tight hole, his other hand rubbing her swollen clit, and her mind somewhere lost in the stratosphere.
He moved his finger in and out until she grew accustomed to the sensation, then withdrew.
“My dick is going to be a lot bigger, baby. Push out when you feel me enter. That’ll make it easier to take.”
She nodded. He coated her with more lube, then she felt the wide crest of his cock against her anus.
“Push, Grace.”
He was so gentle as he entered her. She relaxed her muscles and pushed and he breached the tight muscle. The burn was intense and she breathed through it. Mike didn’t move, just let her settle into the sensation, her body adjusting to the invasion of his thick cock. It only took a minute, and he slid in farther.
He was so easy with her, stopping when necessary, never ceasing his movements along her clit, making sure she was okay. That alone was such a turn-on—his care of her.
And when she was adjusted to his invasion, it finally started feeling good—oh Lord, was it good. Thick, filling her, sliding in and out of her while his hand drove her insane. He strummed her clit in slow, easy, maddening motions. She was going to come and it was going to happen in a hurry.
“You have the best ass, Grace,” he said, his voice tight with strain.
He wasn’t going to last either. She liked knowing that she could take him to the edge so fast. She moved, fucking back against his cock. His loud groan was incredibly arousing, making her tighten even more around him.