Wilde Magic (Wilde Women Book 3) (47 page)

She suddenly whipped her shirt over her head. The long necklace with the half moon hung against her pale skin. Seeing the fullness of her breasts as they jiggled from her movements made his mouth go bone dry. He grabbed hold of her hips to keep from reaching for the enticing globes.

“Snowstorm sex,” she laughed. Only there wasn’t a speck of pleasure in her voice. “A blackout fuck. Better hurry,” she drawled. “It’s cold up here. How ‘bout we generate a little heat, Mr. Merrill?”

If she kept hammering away at him with the snarky name references, he might forget to be a gentleman and teach her wild ass a lesson.

Wild ass.
Wilde
ass. He groaned. This is why he was so fucked.

She essentially rearranged all his brain cells when his darling ‘tessa played out her idea of what a sexy seduction looked like. Brutally sweet and innocent, despite her wanton efforts, he clung to the truth knowing in his heart that’s who she really was and just surrendered to the forces driving her.

In the darkness, he lay there while she used her hair and the tips of her breasts in a sensual onslaught that got him moaning almost instantly. She kept her mouth busy too; wracking him with shivers of pleasure from the things she did to his flesh. Her tongue destroyed both his ears, swirling in and around until chewing the lobes with stinging nips. When she sucked his earlobe and bit him under each ear, he gave up the fight completely. He was hers to do with as she pleased.

She took hold of his hands and pressed them above his head on the mattress. “Don’t move.” He gulped.

Crawling higher up his torso, she still straddled him but now when she leaned over, the glorious points of her breasts were right before him. With a sensual grace, she performed a sexy ballet on his skin, dragging her peaked nipples back and forth across his face. With her long hair cloaking them, she teased, even letting the hard nubs drift across his lips. When he caught one, she held still as he grunted his appreciation for her magnificent tits and suckled wildly.

It went on like that. She stroked every millimeter of his chest with her bad girl boobs. When their nipples connected, she played with his composure using a tease and withdraw motion that drove him wild. But those peaked nips circling his navel? Holy. Fucking. Shit. How had he not known how erotic that could be?

While this went on, he wasn’t completely on the bed. When she pushed him back and straddled his torso, Cal’s legs bent at the knee and his feet remained on the floor. Once she’d teased his belly button and reduced him to a quivering, moaning slab of overexcited man-flesh, she hopped off, landed on her feet and as she stood between his thighs, stared down at him.

He didn’t need bright lights to see the lascivious gleam in her eyes. ‘tessa. Charlize. Charlie. Whatever. His Wilde woman was turned on. Big time.

She stepped back slightly. He heard the distinctive sound of her jeans unsnapping, followed by the rasp of a zipper peeling open. Keeping his hands where she wanted them, he raised his head and looked down his body. All he saw was an eager cock tenting his sweats, her swaying tits and the masses of her long blonde hair spread around her shoulders. She looked angelic. And wicked. His heart began thumping heavily.

She turned around and not even the darkness could disguise her sexy as fuck ass when she bent over and peeled the jeans down her legs. He saw the silly unicorn slippers go flying and then he spied a scrap of white. His groan was very real and quite loud. He didn’t care what others said about thongs and g-strings. Yeah, they were awesome. But nothing was sexier than an unexpected stripping that unveiled a pair of sensible white panties.

It was right about then when he realized she hadn’t kissed him. Not once. Her mouth was busy, that’s for damn sure, but there was no kissing. Since kissing was something they did pretty well—after all, hadn’t they been kissing downstairs in front of the fire? The peculiar lack of mouth-to-mouth contact worried him. If he was right and she was making a statement by not allowing it, he was in deeper shit than he wanted to admit.

Her hands slid into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them off in one over eager yank.

“You’re right,” she cackled. The sound struck him as dangerous. And full of hurt. Hers. “They ARE easy to get off.”

Fuck.

My.

Life.

His wicked angel wrapped her hand around his erection. His fists clenched above his head. She was mapping him with clinical thoroughness.

“Mr. Merrill,” she purred. “You possess a very big, um,” she snicker-giggled. “Cock.” Her hand gently squeezed. “Wish there was more light, though. I’d like to inspect your equipment for flaws. Make sure no modifications are needed.”

He had no idea what the hell that meant and didn’t care. ‘tessa’s expressive hand manipulating his manhood was all his brain could handle.

And then she let go.

“Scoot back,” she commanded sternly. “Middle of the bed.”

Cal complied so fast he bounced a couple of times before finding the right spot. His poor cock bobbed from the effort and he swore to fucking God that the cool air hitting his desperate flesh only made him harder.

When he was in place, he waited but she didn’t join him. Damn the pitch darkness. The only hope he had of staying even half-a-length ahead of her was if he could see her face. Read what was going on in her expression.

He growled her name. “Charlize.”

“Oh, sorry,” she sniggered. “Just deciding what I wanted to do. So many options, y’know?”

The detached, humorless quality to her voice worried the fuck out of him. He didn’t want her to emotionally withdraw. They’d never get back to square one if she did.

Some part of him wished he were surprised when she crawled on the bed and pushed his legs apart. He wasn’t. She was trying to establish her dominance. Whatfuckingever. But on this one thing, he was going to stick to his guns. Had to. He didn’t want to use her that way which, as fucked up and crazy as it sounded, was what kept him from letting her mouth within a yard of his dick before. She didn’t wanna kiss him? Fine. Then he didn’t want her to suck him off. Maybe a taste of her own medicine was what she needed to break the impasse.

Bolting upright, he blindly reached and took hold of a handful of her hair. Somehow he managed to stop her before her mouth stole his sanity.

“No,” he growled. He pulled her toward him. “Kiss me.”

She resisted his hold. He pulled harder. “No.”

Well, shit. That hadn’t gone as he hoped. She had her hands on his shoulders. His stayed wound in her hair. They stared in the darkness, barely more than a foot separating their faces.

“Fine,” he muttered on a husky grunt. Without much effort, he took control of the situation and flipped her onto her back. She really shouldn’t challenge him this way. He was naturally competitive and this was one contest he had to win.

Forgetting about the being gentle part, he grasped both wrists in one of his hands and pulled them over her head—yanking her body into place at the same time. She gasped—very quietly but it was there—when he put his face an inch from hers. “Your hands don’t move. Understand?” He didn’t wait for her answer. “If they do, I’m going to tie them to the bed.”

He’d never tied a woman to a bed before and couldn’t believe he’d actually threatened her that way. His cock surged. Approval from below. Great.

Using the same hand movement she teased him with, Cal ran his fingers from the base of her throat, straight down the center of her chest and stopped at her navel for a bit of one finger titillation. He fucking liked that there weren’t any lights. The inky blackness and the storm howling outside gave an otherworldly quality to the encounter. It fit her in some strange way. All around them was a raging storm and brutal coldness. But in the dark, where sight was worthless, his senses picked up things. Like the way her respirations picked up. And her skin. Despite the chilly room, her skin was warm. And soft.

Yep. On that thought, he tore off the practical white cotton undies, spread her legs with eager hands and dove straight in. She never made a sound but that didn’t mean she wasn’t a trembling, twitching, wreck once he got going.

There was snatch licking—that thing guys did that they thought was an insurance policy for getting laid. And then there was eating pussy. In ‘tessa’s case, the things he did with his face between her legs and with his hands, was art. Art the way she liked it. Beautiful. Complete. In the moment. Rapturous.

Even without her pleasure moans, he knew she was quickly unraveling. Coming undone was the phrase that came to mind, but coming wasn’t on the agenda. Not yet.

Cal tortured her clit, one finger lazily stroking her deep when she tightened. He smiled against her flesh. How she stayed so quiet, he didn’t know. Spoke of a tremendous effort on her part.

Her knees rose of their own accord and spread wider. She was offering him everything. With a slow, unhurried lick with his whole tongue, he went from back to front. She was so wet, his face drenched with her essence.

All it would take was a few deliberate flicks of his tongue and she’d be screaming in ecstasy. He stopped, rose up and moved till his mouth was almost on hers.

“Kiss me, baby girl. Tell me with your mouth how much you want to come.”

She stiffened. The warning bells clanged in his head. Ah, fuck. Wrong thing to say. He started to reel in what his stupid mouth blurted out, but she was having none of it. Scrambling to put distance between them, he tried to stop her without luck. ‘tessa was determined and he didn’t want her to get hurt so he backed off and gave her some space. Stupid fucking move on his part. He should have pressed his advantage instead of giving in. She had him flat on his back so fast he was ten seconds behind from then on out.

There was nothing—not even a sliver of light—between his surprise that she bested him and the feeling of her glorious wet heat opening for him as she lowered onto his cock.

Oh my God. Oh my God. It was so good.
Unf.
So wet. So fucking hot. He bucked his hips searching for more. More. He wanted more. Deeper. Harder. More.

She rode him with an audacious fury. In the dark, the sound her wet pussy made each time she plunged down got him groaning along in harmony. He held her tits, enjoying the way they moved with each passionate thrust and felt the long necklace she still wore plunk against her skin.

But still, though her body was making all sorts of lewd noises, she uttered not a sound. And she didn’t kiss him.

It felt like a test of wills. He wanted everything—everything she gave so freely before the web of his former life became too much a struggle. She wanted his body and none of the other stuff.

Cal dug his heels into the mattress, grabbed her hips for leverage and let loose. Wildly bucking up each time she lowered, he slammed her on his cock. Over and over. Her tits swayed and bounced around his face. Occasionally, he’d capture a nipple with his mouth and suck as hard as he could.

He couldn’t hold out much longer. There was something carnal and primitive about being inside her without a barrier. Cal never indulged without a condom. He didn’t care who the fuck it was. So this experience with ‘tessa—his flesh buried in her flesh—was more than he dreamed possible. Maybe it was the dark—he didn’t know. But a thousand visuals popped into his head. His cock erupting deep inside her. ‘tessa’s hungry pussy convulsing when she came.

One of her hands reached into his hair and grabbed hold. Every muscle in her body went taut. His cock felt like velvet fingers were squeezing it. She flooded with pleasure. He sank deep, held her hips so she couldn’t move and ground his cock into her.

She shook from head to toe. He’d never felt anything so remarkable. It was like she was possessed. Possessed by an orgasm so powerful she lost control. Something happened along the way. Something he’d never experienced before. Her pleasure was so complete, she soaked them with her climax. He roared his approval. She made a hushed whimper. Just one. Shaking violently, she arched her back, her arms flung wide and succumbed to the power of his cock.

He grunted like an animal when he came. She was so wet and so hot, he just exploded. And the explosion didn’t end. Pouring into her, he thrashed wildly, his heart nearly bursting.

And then the calm after the storm. Cal was speechless. Part of him was twisting in agony—so fierce was his need to consummate their feral lovemaking with a kiss.

He was lost in that thought when she rose off him. He was stunned and unhappy when his still rigid cock was set loose. Without a single word, absolutely nothing, she slung her leg over him, scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up.

He barely saw more than a shadow as she moved into the bathroom. He heard the water run. Knew she was washing away the remnants of their love-ma…no. Hold up. Not love-making. This was the point she was making. Sex. They’d had sex. Messy sex. Now that she was done with him, she was efficiently and coldly making it abundantly clear what just happened.

Minutes went by. The water ran. When it stopped, she walked through the darkness once more.

“Hand me my shirt,” she asked in a coolly polite voice. Oh sure. Now that they were finished fucking like animals,
now
she could talk.

“Better get dressed,” she told him cheerfully. “Don’t wanna catch cold.”

And then she was gone.