Player's Ultimatum (13 page)

Yvonne moaned in gratitude when he matched her aggression and pressed her into the bed. His tongue tangled with hers while his hand reached between her legs and parted the moist curls covering her sex.

His searching fingers found her clit and he twirled the tight knot of flesh and nerves in slow mind-bending circles. With each revolution, Yvonne’s hips shot upward.

Her juices started running down one of her thighs and his fingers slipped against her flesh.

“
Belissima
,” he praised, pressing his thumb against her clit and two fingers inside her. Her inner muscles spasmed and clamped around his fingers.

“I’m ready!” Yvonne sobbed. She so needed him inside her right now! She could barely keep stil . She moved like a wild woman underneath him—bucking her hips, rubbing her legs up and down his muscular thighs and clutching at his hair.

Her response seemed to get him off. He kept on pumping his fingers and strumming her clit with his thumb, heightening the experience with whispered words of encouragement and flattery. A textbook Libra, Yvonne could come from words alone.

Sex was one part physical, one part mental.

Onward and upward he pushed, his fingers pushing her hard while she moaned and panted with each thrust. A fluttery sensation tickled the pit of her bel y and her ears started to ring.

Instinctively, Yvonne knew what was coming next, her. “I’m not going to be able to hold on,” she gritted out, endeavoring not to scream her head off. “It’s just too much.”

She barely had the words out before her body started to bow and she locked down around his fingers. His head fell onto the bed above her right shoulder.

“Yes…yes,” he murmured, attempting to redeploy his hand. His fingers barely moved an inch, yet produced the most delicious, mind-blowing friction her limbs started to shake. She could feel the blood rushing in her ears and the distant echo of her heartbeat.

As if her life depended upon him, Yvonne wrapped her arms around his sweaty shoulders and dug her heels into the base of his spine. Hurricane preparedness could put you in the right frame of mind, but no amount of plans or preparation could ever diminish the impact. And on the Saffir-Simpson scale, her orgasm slammed into her with the force of a category five!

*****

Paolo waited for Yvonne’s cries to diminish before he disentangled her limbs from around him. Lifting his weight onto his palms, he pushed back onto his haunches.

The temporary loss of her body heat left him bereft and wanting more.

Paolo winced. He should be filled with guilt not lust. He could no more stem the direction of his thoughts than he could keep from kissing her earlier. The woman had become his drug, haunting his every waking moment and a good portion of his dreams until he’d do anything, including concealing his identity to possess her.

While she continued to writhe in the aftershocks of her release, Paolo lifted his hand and stuck the two fingers he’d used to bring about her release in his mouth.

The taste of her wiped his conscience clean. How could he feel guilty when the consequences of his actions tasted so damn sweet?

Despite his better judgment—as if he had any left—Paolo reached for her, his hand bumping up against one of her supple thighs. Sleek and soft to the touch, her skin softly scented with vanil a fascinated him. And more than once, he’d entertained the idea of keeping her in this bed until he could prove, without a shadow of a doubt, that every single inch of her was equivalent to the whole.

Liking the idea, Paolo wedged himself back between her legs. He palmed the sides of her hips and his cock jumped. Their rounded ful ness was made for having babies and sex…hard, pounding, sticky sex.

Once again Paolo found himself navigating on a primal plane with only one goal in mind. Operating on pure animal instinct, he pulled her toward him. He moved to fal on top of her, but she planted a tiny palm in the center of his chest.

If Paolo were a lion, he would have roared. She couldn’t be holding back now! Not when he needed her so badly.

“Do…do you,” she stammered. She attempted to say more then gave up.

Paolo held his breath and waited. He refused to say anything that would influence her present state of mind. In his experience the wrong word or even an exasperated sigh could send a woman running for the hil s and refusing to speak to him ever again.

“You’re not going to make this easy for me are you?”

The sound of her nervous laughter drifted up from the shadows, enchanting him. Paolo shook himself. He almost wished he could hear it more often. Paolo shook himself. He had to keep things in perspective. There would only be one or two more times to establish enough evidence to leak to the press then he would send her home in shame with Robbie fol owing in short order.

“Do you have any condoms?”

Paolo blinked, like he’d suddenly landed on earth and had no clue where he was. Throwing back the counterpane, he yanked open the bureau beside the bed.

Always the perfect host, Nico always supplied a box of condoms in each guest room. Paolo ripped into them then poured the entire box onto the bed. Before she could change her mind or even think about saying stop, Paolo rolled the latex over his cock.

Damn! His dick was hard as a metal pipe!

Not wasting another minute, Paolo rolled onto her, eagerly drawing her into his arms. He slid a thigh between her legs and positioned himself against her core. At the very last second, he hesitated. She was so warm and slippery wet he was no longer sure of his staying power. The minute he stuck it in he’d probably blow both of his heads. Not wanting to go down in any woman’s diary as a minute man, Paolo willed himself to slow down, regain control of the situation.

His strategy seemed to work. The ball of tension at the base of his spine started to untangle and his cock had stopped screaming at him. Alas, Yvonne didn’t get the same memo. She reached between them, grabbed a hold of the one-eye bastard and guided him between her legs. She lubed his cock with her pussy juices then fit the head against her wet slit.

Paolo gripped the bed sheets and clenched his teeth. He prayed it would be a tight fit. He didn’t want to think about any other man being privy to her sweet honey pot. She was his. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her he knew she belonged to him.

With a ragged sigh, she pressed up and into him. His gasp echoed her moan as they came together, his cock inching into her grasping sex.

Ask and you shall receive!“Cristo,”
Paolo groaned. She was so tight he knew she had to be in pain. He moved to slide out of her.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m hurting you.”

To his surprise, Yvonne planted her hands on his chest and sat up, ful y taking him in. Just like his fingers, her sweet wal s locked down on him. The feeling was so incredible. Paolo almost entered a catatonic state. He temporarily lost the ability to move or speak. Al he could do was lie there and feel. She was heaven.

“It was a good pain,” she murmured, her warm breath tickling the sensitive skin next to his ear. Unable to help himself, he shivered al the way down to his toes.

“And now you’re not. I’m ready for more.”

Meu Deus!
Yvonne Floyd would surely be the death of him.

Before he croaked, he aimed to fuck her into oblivion.

*****

Yvonne had no idea how she ended up lying on her back rolled over into a tight bal . In this position, she could barely breathe! On the other hand, it al owed her to take every single inch of her wolf’s thick cock. Yvonne mental y shrugged.

Oxygen was so overrated.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he rasped in a deeply accented voice that made Yvonne’s head spin. “And so deep. This time next week, you’l think I am stil inside you.”

She’d believe it when she felt it, Yvonne mused. Only a minute ago, he was humping her leg. Remembering the pubescent moment, she couldn’t help but giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He bent over her and nipped the side of her neck. Yvonne’s laughter fizzled into a soft moan. She’d always liked her foreplay rough. It kept her in the here and now, not in her closet wondering what she was going to wear tomorrow.

“Why are you laughing?” He asked again.

“I just think its funny how you try to act al big and bad when just a moment ago you were humping my leg.”

“You doubt my stamina?”

Yvonne wiggled her legs and rotated her feet. This position wasn’t half bad after al . “I’m keeping my expectations low. That way I won’t be completely disappointed.”

Under any other circumstances, Yvonne would have never talked to any of her lovers like this. Normal y sugar and spice and everything nice in bed, something about her wolf riled the badass she usual y reserved only for friends and family.

Instead of presenting a counterclaim, he pulled back until his cock was almost completely withdrawn except for the head.

Sensing he was seeking damages, Yvonne reached for his hips to soften the blow. Before she could get a handle of him, he yanked both of her wrists above her head.

“Remember. Low expectations.”

Like a charging bul , he slammed into her, stuffing himself to the hilt. Not expecting such force, Yvonne screamed and her back arched off the bed.

“Low expectations?” He asked.

Yvonne moved her lips, but nothing came out. One thrust and she was already coming! “Eating my words,” she wheezed.

He kissed her on the chin. “I’m not done.”

“Don’t mind me. I’m fine.”

From then on out, everything was wet and wild and al over the place. Her wolf continued to push into her with such tight, efficient strokes that her orgasm just seemed to tumble into one after the other.

Wow!
She’d had one or two lovers who’d rocked her world, yet none of them completely demolished and rebuilt it like he did. Never in her life had she been taken in this manner with such wild abandon and amazing stamina. Like he’d waited his whole life to have her underneath him and wasn’t going to waste a second of it.

Stil he wasn’t quite unaffected. His muscular thighs, like the rest of him, were slick with sweat and his labored breathing matched the pace of his strokes. Somehow he pushed through, slamming into her over and over again. And so impossibly deep, Yvonne thought he might be trying to crawl up inside her.

“I can’t get deep enough,” he whispered. “Want to get deeper.”

“Let me go.” She pushed against his hands. He couldn’t be budged. “If you let me go, I can help.” With his hips stil moving, he released her wrists. Yvonne wiggled around until her weight rested on her shoulders. “Hold my ankles and push my legs up an…ahh!”

Reading her mind, he grabbed her ankles pushed them so far back, her knees rested on either side of her head, opening her like a flower. He sunk so impossibly deep another wave crested on the horizon.

Yvonne marveled at how quickly he mastered such an awkward position and her pussy. He managed not to suffocate her, but pound her into the mat ress and turn every single one of her orgasms into small explosions. That took skil ! And her wolf seemed to have them by the freight load.

Her wolf stretched, filled and hit al the right spots, abating her hunger. Stil , he couldn’t keep her thoughts from wondering to one thing she hungered for the most.

Paulo Saito.

Of course, it was bad for one’s overal health to think about someone else while having sex with someone else, but she couldn’t help it. Ever since their X-rated rendezvous in the Roman Bathhouse, she’d conjured up wet dream after wet dream with Paolo starring in al of them.

Even now with her wolf slamming into her again and again, pushing her toward another orgasm, Paolo and his beautiful bronze body was there in the forefront of her thoughts. And in a matter of seconds, she fel over the edge crying his name.

Yvonne shifted her head on the mat ress. Who stole her pil ow while she was asleep? Eyes stil closed, she patted the space around her. Nothing. Just a bunch of drapes and the edge of the mattress.

Drapes?

The bed in the room she and Robbie shared didn’t have drapes. Suddenly remembering last’s night’s events, and how Prince could have made an entire album based on their antics, Yvonne sat up.

Thinking of her partner, she glanced at the other side of the bed. Stretched out on his stomach and gloriously nude, her mystery lover was still three sheets to the wind. His black hair suffered from bed head and his tanned skin, stretched over yards of muscle, looked smooth to the touch. A light spattering of hair dusted his athletic legs and his ass was firm and deserved a squeeze.

Lordy, the man was fine!

Yvonne smiled. Even with her current state of shit y affairs, she felt strangely happy. He hadn’t crept out in the night like most guys would after a one-night stand.

She’d never had one of course. She’d heard enough horror stories from Robbie’s single days to form her own opinion.

Yvonne’s hands flew to her face. In the span of a few short hours, she placed Robbie’s career in jeopardy.

Ignoring the room’s beautiful décor, Yvonne rolled out of bed and proceeded to collect her belongings. She left off the boots since it seemed sil y to be strutting around in four-inch stilet os so early in the morning.

Or was it afternoon?

“Are you going down for breakfast, babe? Be a sweetheart and bring back a cup of cappuccino and a
bomboloni.
After last night I have a taste for something sweet.

Cold dread seeped down Yvonne’s spine and set led in the pit of stomach. She was so thoroughly screwed even a mental break down looked at ractive.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have it in her.

Without turning around, Yvonne laced up her corset. “I’m not going to breakfast. I’m going back to my room. I need to pack my things. My fiancé and I are leaving today.”

Yvonne hoped the mention of a fiancé would squash any doubts this could blossom into more than one night of unbelievably hot sex. No matter how much she wished it was possible.

“What are you going to tell Roberto?”

WTF! How did he know about Robbie? Yvonne turned around on unsteady legs. Thank goodness she’d abandoned the boots. She’d be on her ass right now as she came face to face with Paulo Saito.