{Nauti Boys 5} - Nauti Deceptions (21 page)

The surge of pleasure that tore from her nipples to her clit, that swelled the little bud between her thighs and set it to throbbing in a hard, hot tempo. Perspiration dampened her flesh and she swore she could feel his touch beneath her skin.

“No.” She grabbed his head as his lips lifted. He was going to stop now? Right when she could feel the rising crescendo of pleasure whipping through her pussy, heating it, sending her juices flowing between her thighs?

She found her hands caught in the grip of one of his again. He pressed them back against the wall, over her head, as she forced her lashes open and stared into the dark, taut lines of his expression.

“Damn, you’re like dynamite.” His free hand slid low on her stomach, then caressed back up, sliding beneath the camisole as she sucked in a hard, moaning breath.

Calloused fingers rasped over her flesh, sending waves of sensation washing through her. The pleasure was almost violent. It was incredible. The way it struck against her nerve endings, caused them to jerk, to press more fully against him as he held her, hands bound, his body pressing her against the wall.

“Look at your face,” he whispered. “One of these days I’ll take you in front of a mirror where you can see how good it is.”

In front of a mirror? She blushed at the thought, and Rogue wasn’t prone to blushes. Except with Zeke. Just thinking about him could make her blush.

Her gaze dropped to where his hand cupped her breast over the camisole, lifting it, pressing the swollen mound up until it appeared to want to spill over the edge of the lace.

“I want your nipple in my mouth, Rogue.”

Her eyes jerked up, widened, and right there she lost her breath. A gasp left her lips and the moan that fell from them shocked her.

“Do you want your nipple in my mouth, sweetheart?” The hard shiver that raced up her spine shocked her.

“Do I have to beg for it?” she asked, amazed at the sultriness of her voice. “Gee, Zeke, here you’ve gone all dominant on me just to start asking permission now.”

“Smart-ass.” His lips quirked into the sexiest little grin, even as his golden brown eyes seemed to flare with heat.

A second later the lacy cup of the camisole was pushed beneath her breast and his head lowered. Hot, firm lips surrounded her nipple. Rasping, ecstatic pleasure surrounded the sensitive tip as she strained against his grip.

She needed to touch him. She was desperate to touch him, to feel him. To feel more of this. To hold his head closer to her breast, to force her throbbing nipple deeper into his mouth. She wanted to feel him sucking her harder, feel his teeth scraping.

“Oh God. Zeke.” She felt it. His teeth rasping over the tender tip, sending a flood of sensation racing to her clit and the depths of her pussy.

Her muscles spasmed inside, clenched, and a sense of emptiness overwhelmed her.

She tried not to watch him. Watching his lips tugging at her breast, feeling his tongue curl around the swollen tip triggered sensations that bit into her womb with sharp, erotic teeth as her heart pounded out of control.

But she was still in control. She assured herself she was. Until his lashes lifted, then his knee bent and pressed between her thighs as he lowered his arm and pulled her hips forward.

Oh Lord, have mercy. The butter-soft leather slid over denim, pressing his thigh firmly against the swollen, sensitive flesh of her pussy until she was riding his thigh.

It was exquisite. It was the most pleasure Rogue had ever known in her life, and she was desperate for more. She whimpered at the need, at the pleasure.

She wanted to hold him to her, desperate to feel every sensation, every chaotic emotion raging through her. This was Zeke, and she had waited so long, had dreamed for so long.

“Let me touch you,” she moaned, straining against the hold he had on her wrists as his head lifted, his lips raking over the valley between her breasts. He nudged the camisole over her other breast, kissed around the enflamed tip of her nipple, and without answering or giving in to her plea, drew it into his mouth.

There was no such thing as control in Zeke’s arms. There was only this. Flashpoints of pleasure that seared her, left her trembling, damp with perspiration, and shaking as his hand slid down her stomach to the low-rise band of her pants.

The snap and zipper were dealt with quickly, efficiently. The edges spread apart as he slid his thigh back and pressed his hand inside.

Rogue froze. Even the breath seemed suspended in her lungs as his fingers inched lower, lower.

She was slick and wet. She could feel it against the crotch of the thong she wore. The swollen inner lips were heated, slick, bare of curls, and awaiting his touch.

His fingers paused just above her clit. His head lifted from her breast with one last lick to her hypersensitive nipple.

“Are you a virgin?”

The question shocked her. It tore through her mind with all the implications of the truth that might cause him to walk away from her.

“Oh really, Zeke,” she chided breathlessly, weakly. “I’m a bar owner and a biker chick. Do you really think I’m a virgin?”

Brave last words. She almost snorted at her own daring in lying to him. It wasn’t as though he wouldn’t find out the truth soon enough if this continued.

The sharp little nip to her lips and the narrowing of his gaze was a warning.

“That was a nice, evasive little answer.”

She gasped as he released her wrists, only to swing her up in his arms and stride into the bedroom. Within seconds she was bouncing on the bed, pushing at her hair as it fell over her eyes and feeling his hands at her hips, dragging her pants over her thighs.

He didn’t waste time. Evidently, he must have felt as though he had already wasted enough time. Her shoes were slipped from her feet and the pants tossed to the floor before she could protest. If she meant to protest. She was certain she didn’t.

Why would she protest? He was staring between her thighs, his expression tight, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he straightened and began unbuttoning his shirt quickly. Just his look was enough to make her breath short and labored, enough to cause her heart to tighten and ache with the emotions racing through her.

And this was more than a casual fuck to him as well. What tomorrow would bring she had no idea, but for now, this meant something to him. Dark emotion shadowed his eyes and tormented desire filled the air around them.

“Take off the vest,” he ordered.

There wasn’t a request in his voice, it was an order, plain and simple.

It made her shiver. The dominance in his expression, in his voice, it was wild and erotic and called to the wildness Rogue had fought to keep in check inside herself, for so long.

Her fingers fell to the vest as she sat up. It slid easily from her shoulders.

“The camisole.” His shirt fell to the floor before he sat down on the edge of the bed to jerk his boots off.

Rogue pulled the camisole off as she fought the disconcerting feeling of being naked in front of him. No one had seen her naked since she was a child. But Zeke was seeing her now.

He rose to his feet, his hands going to the belt that cinched his hips. He unbuckled it quickly, confidently. The snap and zipper on his jeans came next. Then he was shedding them along with the snug boxer briefs he wore. The material slid over his powerful thighs and released the heavy length of his cock to her avid gaze.

She’d had him in her mouth. She’d tasted his release. But she hadn’t really
seen
his erection until now. Hard, thick, heavily veined. The crest was dark, flared out, and flushed with an excess of lust with a small drop of pre-cum gracing the tip.

Rogue licked her lips, the remembered taste of his release sizzling her senses.

She was reaching for him when his hands landed on her shoulders. One knee braced on the bed, he pushed her back, loomed over her, his head lowering, his lips taking hers. He took the kiss he wanted. His lips captured hers, held them imprisoned as his tongue slid between them and conquered hers. The kiss was hard, erotic, so sensual that the pleasure of it slammed into her senses, igniting the lust already flaming out of control.

The rasp of his chest hairs against her nipples had her arching close, crying out. Pleasure shouldn’t be this extreme. It shouldn’t be filled with such wonder and such desperation.

One knee slid between her thighs, pressed high and firm until she was rocking her clit against the heavy muscle of his thigh. And it was so good. It was blazing. Hot. It was so much pleasure, so many sensations that she wondered if she would survive the inferno.

She had waited so long for this. So many years. And now here she was, naked, lying beneath his heavy, muscular body, her hands touching him, her fingertips catching each flex of his hard biceps as his kiss ravaged her senses.

“Now.” He pulled back, stared down at her, his gaze hard, brilliant, the color of raw gold as he watched her with predatory awareness. “Now, Rogue, you get to see why I waited. Why I tried like hell to stay away from you. We’ll get to see just how brave you are.”

How brave would she have to be? It was a distant
thought that raced through her brain. There one second, gone the next as he pulled back from her and reached down for his jeans.

When he returned he tossed a condom on the nightstand and in the next second she saw the flash of handcuffs just before Zeke caught her wrists, pulled them up, and had her secured to one of the found iron pipes that made the headboard of her bed.

Her eyes flashed up to where the cuffs circled her wrists, then back to Zeke in surprise. There was no teasing smile on his face, only pure, dominant lust as he stared down at her.

“Is this supposed to scare me?” She jangled the metal restraints and let a smile shape her lips. “Oh, Sheriff, the fantasies I’ve had about you and these cuffs.”

He didn’t grin back. His fingertips ran from between her breasts to the mound of her pussy, his gaze following the path they took before returning to hers.

“Frighten you?” he asked. “No, Rogue, this shouldn’t frighten you at all. I’d never hurt you.”

The tone of his voice had her heart rate increasing. It was darker, rougher, as though the hunger that glittered in his eyes was at the edge of slipping the leash she could sense he had on it.

She wasn’t frightened, but she was wary. Zeke wasn’t joking, he was intent, fiercely controlled. Her heart was racing in her chest as his palm flattened on her abdomen and his lips lowered to her neck.

“There’s a reason why you don’t want me to touch you?” she asked.

“There is,” he admitted, his voice rough. “I want you to feel every touch, every sensation. Don’t worry about anything else. Just feel.”

His teeth raked over her shoulder. Heated pleasure jumped through the nerve endings there and seared her with heat.

“What if I want to touch you, too?” she gasped.

“Too bad.” His hands stroked down her side, fingertips pressing, feeling her.

“Not into mutual pleasure, huh?” She breathed in roughly as he parted her thighs, his head lifting, his gaze locking with hers.

“I’m into you, Rogue,” he said then. “And very soon, I’m going to be so into you that you won’t know where you end and I begin.”

A cry fell from her lips as his teeth raked over a nipple, then his lips closed over it. He didn’t stop there, he lingered long enough to have her arching, writhing beneath his touch before he went to her other breast, tortured it with pleasure, and stoked the arousal burning inside her higher.

There was something about Zeke’s touch that stole her mind. She would have never trusted another man enough to restrain her, she knew she wouldn’t. But with Zeke the progression of fantasy to reality seemed natural. It was white-hot flames licking over her body where his tongue touched, but it felt natural.

It was Zeke. Hard, intent. The man she couldn’t get out of her head, and he was touching her.

Rogue heard the moan that fell from her lips and would have been surprised by the desperation in it if she had been able to actually think clearly. She couldn’t think, she could only feel. Feel what he was doing to her. Feel his hands spreading her thighs, his lips traveling from her breasts along her abdomen, the way his hands pulled her legs apart and he lay between them.

“I’ve dreamed about tasting you here again.” His lips were at her hip bone. A kiss, a little nip that had her arching and crying out at the pleasure.

“So pretty.” The backs of his fingers slid along the swollen flesh of her flesh. “Flushed and damp. You’re so wet for me, Rogue.”

She could feel more of her juices easing from her vagina, coating her inner lips, tormenting her with the need for his touch.

A jerk of reaction tore through her body at the first fiery lick against her clit. A wild cry spilled from her lips as sensation raced along through the tiny bundle of nerves and sent spasms of pleasure clenching her womb.

Her feet dug into the mattress, her eyes opened, and she became lost in the sight of what he was doing to her. Gently, tenderly, his fingers parted the folds. His jaw tightened for long seconds before his lips parted and a breath of air struck the ultrasensitive bud of her clit before his tongue stroked through the slick folds.