Against The Wall (16 page)

Then she pulled him to her and bit his honey-and-cream covered lip between her strong, white teeth, and he fucking lost it.

With his hips pounding his cock into her, he spread the lips of her pussy wider, making it easier to watch the way her tiny slit swallowed him whole, sucking him in with the slippery sounds of flesh and fluids.

Wanting to share the erotic view, Shea braced her hands on the counter behind her and leaned forward. Then they were both watching the delicious sight of his long, thick cock stretching her tender opening wide, so wide, plowing into her with more and more force, giving her everything he had.

“It’s so good…it’s so good…it’s so good,” he gritted through his teeth over and over, and she couldn’t help but agree. It was mind-shattering, the warmth of pleasure flowing through her, the overwhelming sensations screaming down her nerve endings.

His big hands bit into her hips, holding her hard so that he could pound into her even harder, working her on his cock, their flesh slapping together in the soft quiet of the morning. Shea dug her heels into the small of his back, pumping herself against him as they struggled for control, their bodies going slick with sweat and heat, fired by an arcing, aching need.

Ryan’s hand snaked up her spine, snagging her curls, and then he pulled back until her sweet, bouncing breasts were thrust in his face. Her back arched and his mouth closed over one soft mound like a dark, wet fire that burned with pleasure. He laved at the puffy pink nipple, and then drew in the entire breast, suckling her with rhythmic tugs that came all the way from his throat. The delicious pull shot to her womb, clenching her tighter, pulling him deeper into her until she’d taken every incredible inch.

He filled her up so full she felt ready to burst open—shattering around him—but her pussy only held him stronger, pushed him to drive up higher, deeper, forcing that cock harder and harder into her core.

“How in the hell do you feel better every time I get inside of you?” he grated, each word timed with the pulsing jab of his hips—the thick, powerful ramming of his cock into her wet, clinging depths. “Every single time, you just get better and better.”

The rough words pushed her up the cliff, and she went rushing over, her muscles clenching so tightly on his throbbing shaft that he ground his mouth down on hers, shouting into the warm, wet cavern. He swallowed her screams with savage intent while her pussy pulled him in like a suction, and then he was growling into her mouth as his orgasm exploded and his hot cum spurted up into her in a hard, vicious stream, jerking out of his cock.

When they were spent and sated, Shea collapsed back onto the counter, Ryan’s big body following her down, his golden head resting against the soft, heaving swell of her chest.

She waited until her breathing finally evened out and she was able to draw enough air to speak, then lifted her hand and sifted her fingers through the soft silk of his hair. She laughed softly, her mind still spinning in the afterglow. “I guess you really are saying yes, then.”

Ryan lifted his head and stared into her smoky eyes with such raw possession it made her breath catch. Then his mouth closed over hers once more, so warm and delicious and sweet, she just wanted to flow into him.

“Yeah,” he rumbled, taking the fullness of her bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently until she opened wider for the decadent plunge of his tongue. “Now I’m saying yes.”

After the hot and heavy, mind-blowing session in the kitchen, Ryan put in a call to maintenance about her front door and then made arrangements to have Spalding’s piece of shit pickup impounded. Then he ran back over to his apartment for a quick change of clothes while Shea went to get herself ready for the most exciting day of her life.

She was nervous and shaky and so giddy she felt ridiculous, but it wasn’t every day that a woman got to go on a dream date with her fantasy man. She thought it might even be better than sex, having him all to herself, taking the time to talk and get to know each other, sharing a romantic candlelit dinner.

Almost. But not quite. There couldn’t be anything in the world better than having Ryan driving deep inside her body, pounding her open—but a dream date definitely qualified as a close second. The only thing that could top the sex would be for him to tell her he loved her—and she sooo wasn’t going to think about that right now.

Oh, she still wanted it, but she wasn’t going to let her heart screw this up by letting it rule her actions. She was going to have fun and enjoy herself, and that’s just what she did.

They drank down tall, ice-frothed coffees topped with whipped cream and caramel while weaving their way through the book-lined aisles at Borders, pausing along the way to discuss their favorite authors. Not that she’d ever thought he wasn’t academic or anything—in fact, she thought he was probably one of the sharpest people she’d ever known—but she was taken by surprise by how well-read he actually was. Somehow she’d just never imagined he had much time for reading between his very demanding career and overly active sex life, but he proved her wrong by discussing many of the mainstream, bestselling authors, and even some of the more obscure writers who were just beginning to make a name for themselves.

And what was truly amazing was that the more she got to know him, the harder she fell. The love that had been growing inside of her for the last three months began to blossom like a bud exposed to showers and sunshine, and suddenly it was taking on a vibrant life of its own. But if he saw the evidence burning in her eyes, he didn’t let on, so Shea struggled to tamp it down and keep it locked up tight before it spilled out and she couldn’t ever pull it back in.

Of course, he didn’t make it easy. Especially when he grabbed her in the deserted back fiction aisle, wrapping her body within the strong, deliciously muscled circle of his arms. One second they were softly laughing at something he’d said and she turned to smile at him—then, in the next, she was captured between his gorgeous body and the rows full of Vonnegut and Voltaire at her back.

She looked up at him with a startled, excited expression on her face, not really knowing what to expect. He’d never touched her with anything other than a sexual intent, and somehow she knew that he wasn’t looking for the thrill of getting caught screwing in the back aisle of a bookstore, tumbling copies of Cat’s Cradle and Candide at their feet.

No…this time it was different. The dark look in his heavy-lidded gaze was no less hungry, but this time there was more to it. A deeper emotion. An underlying tenderness. A soft, aching need for connection that struck her harder than anything else that had happened between them to this point. A vulnerability that she’d never in a million lifetimes have thought she would see on this man’s face. The fact that it was all for her only made it that much more wrenchingly special.

Ryan read the question in her eyes, his own crinkling at the corners as he tried to laugh off his intense, uncharacteristic loss of control. “I just need to kiss you,” he murmured softly…roughly, his face already lowering to hers, big hands pressing against the slender line of her back, pulling her into his wide, tall frame while he pushed her harder against the book-lined wall. “I just need the touch of your lips…your taste in my mouth,” he rasped, voice thick with wonder. “I don’t know how you fucking do this to me, but I’m dying for it like some junked out addict.”

“Oh God,” she whispered, his words killing her with the need to have him—everything he was—forever. To grab hold of him and keep him as her own for every day and night for the rest of her life. And then his warm, silk-textured lips touched hers, and every thought fled her mind as rapidly as they’d been born. Love rushed up through her in a pure, wondrous burst of perfect, spellbinding heat and she fell into him, weightless, flying purely on sensation.

It was Shea who made the first aggression, whose tongue stroked invitingly across the sensual line of his mouth until he opened to let her in. A low, dangerous growl freed itself from her throat, burrowing into her belly where it curled around itself and snuggled in for a slow, deep burn. An aching hunger that would only grow stronger, awaiting its turn to feast and gorge on pleasure in a greedy, rapacious feeding.

“You are so damn dangerous,” he grunted. His big, trembling hands found the warm cheeks of her face, holding them as if in prayer, while his mouth worshipped hers with more longing than she’d ever dreamed she could endure. The long, massive ridge of his jeans-covered cock pressed against her mound, spearing her with need, and she cried into his mouth, the raw sound swallowed by his.

Suddenly his head was angling from one side to the other, his tongue invading deeper, investigating every recess of her mouth, claiming possession, ownership, while he held her face immobile, keeping her utterly at his mercy. The dynamic shifted, and what started out as a gentle exploration erupted into a full-fledged devouring of sweetly erotic tastes and flavors—no longer a kiss, but an intimate eating of one mouth into another.

Shea sobbed and clawed to get closer, mindless to everything, including her surroundings, as she struggled to get her hands wedged down the front of his jeans, wanting the immediate hot, hard feel of his cock.

She reached gold—rock-hard and pulsing with power—just as his rough palms skimmed down her thighs, collecting fistfuls of skirt. Then they were sliding up smooth, naked skin, her skirt pooling over his forearms, as her thighs parted eagerly, swollen cunt starving for his touch. Calloused fingertips skimmed through her wet, slippery lips, and another growl crawled into her mouth, sliding down her throat.

“Uhhmm,” she moaned, hips arching as two wicked fingers found her silky slit and drove deep. They were long and thick, perfect for a delicious, dizzying finger-fuck, as they began thrusting into her, curving forward until the rough tips were hitting her little hot spot, sending her dangerously close to climax. Her hips pumped, forcing her drenched, clinging flesh down on those thick digits, her small hand squeezing tighter, relishing the feel of his throbbing cock in her grip.

She was just on the verge of exploding when he wrenched his mouth from hers and grunted, “Shit. We can’t do this here. I’m about two seconds away from fucking you without giving a crap who can see, and I don’t wanna embarrass you like that.”

Two seconds more and she would have told him she didn’t give a damn, to get on with it already, but they both heard the shocked gasp and low male grunt at just that moment. Their heads turned slowly, in perfect unison, to see the attractive, twenty-something couple standing at the end of the aisle. The woman’s brown eyes were round, shocked wide with disapproval, while the man’s stayed glued to the erotic sight of Ryan’s hand shoved inside the leg of her thong, fingers buried up her pulsing cunt.

A violent wave of possession struck him out of nowhere, and before he could claw his way to the surface of sanity, Ryan felt the burning jealousy take hold. It sucked him deeper into that dark, hidden place where everything he felt for this woman churned with the need to break free. He knew he should pull his hand out from between her legs, get her own talented little hand out of his damn pants, and get her the hell outta there before he sank even further, but he did none of those things.

What he did was unlike anything he’d ever done before—not even in the carelessness of youth. Knowing she watched the fascinated couple with stunned eyes, Ryan lowered his mouth to her ear, his fingers resuming their thick plunge and stroke inside the sopping, delectable heat of her juice-soaked cunt.

She shuddered in his arms, her entire body going stiff with tension, wondering what the hell he was doing. “Ry-Ryan…?”

Her long skirt flowed over his powerful arms, and he wrenched the material to the side with his free hand, wanting there to be no doubt as to where his fingers were buried. “You see the way he’s watching you?” he growled, fingers pumping harder…faster…until they were making slick, slurping sounds over the gentle music of the store. “He’s watching the way my fingers are drilling you—fucking you—and wishing like hell they were his own. Wishing it was his tongue shoved up inside of you. His cock.”

And it was true. She could see it—feel it—watching the way the stranger’s eyes remained riveted on the pink, plump flesh between her trembling thighs. She could feel how badly he wanted it to be his own hand shoved between her drenched folds, crammed into her open sex, furiously pumping her for pleasure.

“What are you doing?” she whispered. Her voice sounded thick with disbelief and the strange, unbearable arousal she couldn’t disguise.

“Hell if I know—but I want you to come,” he ordered roughly, fingers moving faster, muscles and veins sticking out in his thick forearm as he worked her, ruthless in his intent. His dark, hooded eyes cut back to the couple. The guy’s baby blues were glazed with lust, his pants tenting with his too obvious erection, and Ryan wanted to howl at the moon from the feral, primitive impulse to stake his claim on Shea right there and then, forcing the guy to watch it.

“Let’s show the little bastard how hard you come for me,” he grunted, knowing the couple could hear him, wanting them to know she was his to do with as he pleased, however he pleased—needing them to know how completely he controlled her sexuality. At that moment he’d have fucked her in front of the whole fucking town just to prove the undeniable fact that she was his to fuck in whatever way he chose.

His—and no other’s.

The strange, uncomfortable, somehow exhilarating eroticism of the moment washed over her, crashing down on her, and suddenly Shea was gritting her teeth to choke back a guttural scream of release as her pussy spasmed, clamping down hard, and then began the steady pump and grind of orgasm that had her creaming all over him, soaking his hand. “Oh God,” she sobbed, watching the strangers watch her, while Ryan took her right where he wanted, his wicked fingers keeping her going until the pumping of her hips slowly eased and her pussy felt raw from the unforgiving force of sensation. “God.”