Deadly Deception (7 page)

Mallory eased in his arms, opening her mouth on a gentle sigh. He took her unspoken invitation and slipped his tongue inside, tasting the heady flavour of whisky mixed with a familiar tang that was unmistakably hers. She moaned, and he deepened the kiss, sliding one hand off the wall and behind her head, while his other hand curled around her back, pulling her tight to him. She didn’t fight his possession, but countered it, wrapping one hand around his neck as the other fisted his briefs, anchoring his groin to hers.

He accepted her challenge, grinding his cock against her pussy, revelling in her breathy gasp. She let her head fall back against the wall when he finally released her, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. Her lips glistened in the pale moonlight, slightly swollen from his kisses, while a delightful blush coloured her cheeks. Her gaze dropped to his crotch, and she licked her lips as his shaft pulsed against the thin fabric of his shorts, tenting the material with its weight.

She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow in question. The simple act flared the head of his penis and he had to squeeze his muscles to keep from creaming his shorts. Damn, she wanted to suck him off, and while his cock wholeheartedly agreed, he knew his need was too raw to allow her that pleasure.

He leaned in, licking her bottom lip before planting a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth. “As much as I’d love to watch those pretty lips stretch around me, I’m afraid I have other plans.” He chuckled when she pouted at him. “Don’t worry, darling. You’ll get your turn, but first…”

He kissed her again, harder, more demanding. She fought for control, not fully submitting until he grabbed the thin strap on her nightie and tugged it down her arm. She gasped and released his mouth, focusing on his eyes as he repeated the action on the other side, pushing the straps lower until the entire piece fell in a heap at her feet.

He looked down her body, groaning at the pretty pink vee that beckoned to him in the moonlight. She still kept herself bare, and the thought of feeling that supple skin beneath his tongue suddenly became paramount.

“Fuck. You’re so damn beautiful.” He grabbed both of her hands and pressed them against the wall. “You’d be wise to keep them there.”

She opened her mouth in response, but he silenced her with a possessive kiss. Then he slowly sank to his knees, looking up her body at her breasts. They were perky and firm, about the size of his hand. Her nipples had beaded into tiny buds, pointing straight out as if begging him to taste them. He obliged, taking one tight nub between his forefinger and thumb as his mouth descended on the other. A harsh cry lit the air as he rolled the bud between his fingers, working the other with his tongue and teeth. Her body squirmed against him, the subtle scent of her arousal wafting up from between her legs.

He smiled and released her nipple, moving to the other side, tormenting it with the same slow teasing. He heard her fingernails scratch at the wall and knew she was close to disregarding his warning and spearing her fingers through his hair as she tried to move him to where she needed him most.

“Goddamn, Sawyer. It’s been two years. Please don’t tease me.”

He kissed her nipple and inched back, meeting her gaze from between her breasts. Her face was shadowed in the muted light, but he could see the urgency in her eyes. His chest clenched around the thought that she’d waited for him—held their vows sacred though she couldn’t even remember them—and he knew he’d move heaven and earth to please her.

“As you wish. Spread your legs and let me get a better look at you.”

She sucked the corner of her top lip into her mouth, looking as if she was considering his request, before slowly shifting her legs apart, baring herself to his gaze. He smiled up at her, dropping open-mouthed kisses along her ribs as he moved down her body. Her scar passed below his tongue, the slightly raised skin gaining his attention. He eased back, lifting his fingers to lightly graze the length of it. Mallory’s breath hitched and she reached for his hand, but he brushed her away, intent on showing her how lucky he felt to have this second chance. How strong she’d been to stay alive.

“I died a thousand times those first few days. God, when I think—”

“Don’t. Don’t think. Just love me.”

He glanced up at her, smiling at the passion shining in her eyes. “You’re right. There’ll be time to
discuss
your reckless behaviour later. But first things first.”

He gave the mark one final kiss, pushing away the panicky feeling as he inched down her body again, circling her belly button before moving to the top of her mound. The sweet scent of her musk permeated his senses and he couldn’t stop from darting his tongue out and swiping it through her slit.

Her strangled cry sounded above him, muffled only by the pounding of his blood in his ears. He still wasn’t certain how he’d gone from unwanted asshole to loving husband in what felt like a heartbeat, but he wasn’t going to waste this chance. And by the time he was finished, the only words that would come to her mind were ‘I do’ and ‘again’.

He backed away slightly, watching her pretty nether lips quiver at his departure. They glistened with her juice, and he knew she was close to climaxing.

“Damn, darling. I’ve only just started and you look desperate.”

“You’re looking pretty anxious yourself, baby. Or are you planning on pounding some nails in with that rod?”

“Naughty talk. And certainly not the kind that will get you fucked.”

“Sawyer.”

He chuckled at the authority in her voice, so raw and husky he’d barely understood his name. He leant forward, tasting her again, moaning at the earthy tang of her and how her voice carried across the room. “That’s it. Fight it.”

Her thighs trembled as he stroked his tongue from her cleft to her nub, flicking the tip across her tightly knotted nerves. She screamed this time, tilting her hips to increase the pressure. He thought about moving with her, keeping his touch light, but he could tell by the way her muscles quivered, she was too far gone for more teasing.

Next time,
he told himself, slipping a finger into her crease and sinking just the tip inside her. Her walls clenched on the gentle intrusion, clamping around his skin as if desperate for more. He relented, easing his finger deeper until his palm cupped her flesh and he was fully inside her.

She bucked against him, trying to set up some kind of rhythm. He followed her lead, gliding his finger in and out of her grasping channel, feeling her walls give and contract around his penetration.

“So tight. It feels amazing.”

She whimpered something incoherent, spreading her thighs more as her knees started to tremble. He reached one of his hands under her ass, holding her up as he quickened his pace, using two fingers to part her tender folds. She called his name, and he moved his tongue back to her clit, lapping at it as he claimed her sex. Her orgasm loomed closer, marked by the increase in her arousal and the urgent gasps from low in her throat. He pumped her faster, matching the pace with the flick of his tongue. When her thighs stiffened, her breath releasing in a painful rasp, he suckled her clit into his mouth, driving his fingers hard and deep into her sex.

Her sharp intake of breath was followed by a keening wail as her pussy convulsed, sending tiny tremors coursing through his body as she climaxed around him. Liquid heat coated his tongue as he tasted her release, hot and sweet. He heard her gasp in more air as her strength finally waned, her body suspended only by his hand on her ass and one of her feet wedged against his knee. He smiled, letting her feel the movement on her bare lips, before slowly gaining his feet. Her head had lolled against the wall again and her eyes were squeezed shut, but he grinned when he saw she’d kept her hands fisted at her side like he’d instructed.

Sawyer shucked his briefs, tossing them over his shoulder as he pressed his body tight to hers, cupping one hand under her right thigh. Her eyelids flew open as his cock brushed across her mound, tempting her opening with the promise of his shaft sliding deep inside her. She followed his lead, wrapping first one leg, then the other, around the small of his back, relying on the strength in his arms braced below her buttocks to hold her up. He shifted his weight, lodging his cock an inch inside her.

Mallory moaned, encircling his neck with her arms as she tilted her groin, taking him slightly deeper. Sawyer growled against her neck, nipping at the corded muscles as he arched back then drove forward, claiming her passage in one hard stroke.

“God. Yes.”

Her voice echoed in his head as his chin fell forward, resting on her shoulder as he dragged his shaft through her tight folds, stopping with just the tip inside her. She whispered his name, begging him this time, and he thrust again, sinking deep as his balls slapped her ass.

“Bloody hell, darling. You’re so fucking tight. Too tight. Damn…”

His words morphed into grunts and groans as his need took over, and he fucked her hard against the wall, using his weight and his arms to hold her up as he pounded into her, gritting his teeth against the exquisite clench of her pussy along his shaft. Every thrust pushed the head deep in her channel, while every retreat rippled the length of his cock as her walls fluttered around him. Pleasure and pain streaked along his spine, threatening to unhinge him with every stroke.

Mallory cried out, her head banging against the wall as he surged deep, igniting a cascade effect inside her. Her channel clamped down hard on his shaft, while her walls contracted in rhythmic pulses, coating his cock with her slippery cream. He felt her entire body shatter around him, and he gave in to the rush of fire that pooled in his balls before erupting down his shaft, triggering a release that left him sagging in her arms. Pulse after pulse of his seed purged from the tip, and by the time the dizzying array of black spots cleared from his vision, he could feel their combined release wet against his sac.

It occurred to him that they hadn’t used protection, not that he was concerned about catching anything. And she’d always taken the pill before, but…

Sawyer pressed his forehead against hers, drinking in the heady scent of their sex. Sweet and spicy, it was the perfect mixture of love and lust, and he knew he’d never tire of it. He took a deep breath, pushing away his worries. Somehow the thought of her pregnant with his child didn’t scare him as it had before, and he found himself smiling at the notion as he slowly eased back, allowing her legs to slip off his hips as her feet touched the wooden floor. He held back a disgruntled chuckle when he realised he’d done exactly what he’d told himself not to—fucked her hard against the wall, though from the way she sagged against him, he didn’t think she cared. Her body shook with subtle aftershocks as he reluctantly pulled his weakening erection from her tight clasp.

“Don’t go.”

The words were nothing more than a breath of air across his neck, but he felt the weight of them down to his toes. He kissed her mouth, coaxing her gaze up to his. “God, you’re amazing. And now that we’ve gotten the sex out of the way, I can make love to you.”

Her eyes widened as he scooped her up and headed for the bedroom. While he’d enjoyed the rawness of their fuck against the wall, now he needed something deeper—something pure. Mallory didn’t speak. She just wrapped her arms around his neck, peppering kisses along his jaw as he kicked open her door, then toed it shut, striding confidently to the bed. Their gazes clashed as he stopped at the edge and gently lowered her onto the soft sheets.

He drew his fingers along her jaw, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of her. Dark, wavy hair framed her oval face, highlighting the pale tones in her skin. Her blue eyes sparkled like sunlight on the water, and her silky skin gleamed with a light sheen of sweat.

He smiled as he twirled a few errant strands of hair around his fingers, remembering his earlier wish to gather it in his hands as he claimed her mouth. “Are you sure you’re up for another round?”

She smirked at him, her gaze dropping to his groin. Though he was far from fully erect, already he could feel his cock lengthening against his thighs, hardening from the sheer lust shining in her eyes.

“You promised you’d make love to me. I’d hate to have to wrestle you into submission.”

He chuckled at her warning, moving forward to capture her mouth in his as his hand fisted her hair. It was even better than he’d envisioned. He dropped a kiss on her nose when he finally pulled back, loving how her eyelids fluttered a few times before opening.

“If you’re trying to scare me, you’ll have to pick something that doesn’t equate to a fantasy. ’Cause rolling around on the bed with you is hardly the stuff of nightmares.”

“Just because you’re bigger than me—”

He captured the rest of her words in his mouth as he lunged forward, taking them both down on the bed. Mallory squirmed beneath him, but only enough to get her legs out from underneath him before wrapping them around his hips again. She pressed her heels into the small of his back, seating him snugly between her thighs.

Sawyer ravaged her mouth, alternating between plunging his tongue deep and tasting the salty perfection of her skin as he covered her jaw with open-mouthed kisses. She returned the same, moaning his name as she tried to rub every inch of her body against his. For a moment, he worried his weight was squishing her into the bed, but the concern vanished when she tilted her hips and took the first thick inch of him inside her.

He stopped, clenching his teeth as he closed his eyes and staved off the riot of sensations coursing through him. Her lips brushed the column of his throat, making their way slowly towards his shoulder. A scrape of her teeth jerked his hips, plunging his cock deeper.

“Wench. You did that on purpose.”

She smiled at him when he looked down at her, her eyelids briefly closing as a ripple shivered through her. He could feel every reaction of her body as it joined with his, from the pooling of hot juices along his shaft to the thrashing pulse of her heart as it thundered against his chest.

“I warned you I’d wrestle you into submission.”