Unleashed #4 (11 page)

He turned around and
lightly grasped my hands in his own. “I should be massaging you,
not the other way around.”

OK, then. I didn’t
know if he meant the offer for real or not, but I decided to take him
up on it. Smiling at him shyly, I reached up to the tie around my
waist and with a pull, unbound the knot. He watched me, heavy-lidded,
as if he couldn’t take his eyes off. I brought my hands to my
lapels, enjoying this now, feeling his reaction, his need. I drew my
fingers down the sides of the robe, down the swell of my breasts.
Then I parted the robe and let it drop in a pool of silk at my feet.

He sucked in his
breath. I stood there, completely naked, letting him see all of me.
His eyes burned with palpable hunger, yet still he sat in the chair,
his hands balled into tight fists. He was working so hard to hold
himself back. He just needed me to let him know how very much I
wanted him to let himself go. A massage, that would be a good excuse
for him to touch me. He could justify it to himself as a soothing,
healing gesture. I’d just have to seduce him into making it more.

“I’d love a
massage,” I murmured, running my hands up and down my arms. My
breasts thrust out, completely bare, my nipples peaking for him under
his heavy gaze. I could see his jaw set hard, his throat tense as he
swallowed.

I lay down on the bed,
stomach down, my back, thighs and ass naked and splayed there for his
pleasure. He paused and I could almost feel the tension, sense the
war waging within him. But then he took a step toward the bed. I
smiled into the pillow.

With slow, strong hands
he worked me. Taking his time, he rubbed and kneaded every inch of my
body, down my arms and along my hands and up to my shoulders. He
devoted a long time to my feet. He caressed and stroked and he might
have thought he was helping me relax, but really it was driving me
wild. Who knew the arch of my foot could feel sexy? That he could run
his fingers along it and make me think about how it would feel if it
were his tongue? Ankles? Come on, since when did they become an
erogenous zone? Yet his hands were so huge, so powerful and calloused
and he touched me with such reverence, exploring every inch like I
was a work of art. Good as it felt, though, I didn’t want him to
just touch my feet. I wanted him to travel right on up my legs with
licks and nips and sucks.

But he didn’t. He
kept using just his hands, and moved up to my back where he spent a
lot of time digging in by my shoulder blades and pressing along the
sides of my spine. The sound of his breathing alone turned me on, his
exhales, the occasional grunt in the back of his throat as he stroked
me. I sighed in response, wanting more, letting him know how much I
was enjoying his touch. As he worked his way down my back, stroking
the small of it, the dip right before the swell of my buttocks, I let
out a moan. Long and low, there could be no mistaking what it meant.
I was wet and ready. I wanted him so much, I throbbed and ached and
couldn’t take much more of the massage. He needed to stop holding
back.

But still, he worked
his hands down my lower legs. He rubbed my hamstrings. I couldn’t
help it, I started squirming a little, pressing my hips into the bed.
I needed more friction, more sensation against my swollen clit. As
his hands touched the backs of my knees, I remembered how he’d
spanked me. The feel of his large, rough hand on my ass. The shock
and the sting, followed by his soothing caress, just like how he
touched my legs now. I was so slick and hot. He must be able to tell
how much I wanted him, how much I was fantasizing right now about him
taking me over his knee and spanking me, hard, then stroking, then
licking. And, oh, his thick cock, how it felt when he took me, when
he parted my thighs and plunged into me. I could almost come just
thinking about him stretching me so wide and filling me so deep.

He pulled away. Just as
I was panting, wriggling, and moaning under his touch. He cursed
under his breath.

The man had a will of
steel. Good thing I did, too. I turned to see him heading for the
bathroom. His cock stood out long, hard and full, pressing urgently
against the crotch of his jeans. Oh, Declan. Didn’t he know that
cock was for me?

He was at the door when
my voice halted him. “Declan, I’m going to slip into the hot tub.
Why don’t you join me?”

He closed his eyes, his
hand frozen on the doorknob. A smile crept over my face. I had him
now. I stood up, completely naked, my sex slick and throbbing for
him, my nipples swollen and peaked for him to taste. As I started
walking, slowly, he opened his eyes, feasting on me. I walked right
past him over to the private patio off the master suite. A huge,
steaming hot tub stood there waiting for us, outdoors but completely
enclosed and private.

I eased into it, in no
hurry, my movements fluid and luxurious. Then I looked up at him,
half submerged, my breasts still rising out of the steam. “Come
with me.”

That was it. He
stripped down in seconds flat, watching me the whole time. His cock
sprang free, huge and engorged and I couldn’t take my eyes off of
it. The veins surging along its length, the thick crown with a
glistening drop of pre-come. I couldn’t wait to touch it, taste it,
ride it all night long.

He slipped into the tub
and I was on him in a heartbeat, kissing him full and hot on the
lips, jaw, throat, anywhere I could get at him. My hands roamed his
body, feverish, touching where before I’d been looking. He groaned
as I clasped my palms around his cock in the steamy water and began
to stroke.

“Kara.” He stilled
my hands, his voice sounding strained. “Let me love you. Let me
make you feel good. I want to take care of you.”

A girl couldn’t say
no to that. Hands to my waist, Declan lifted me up to the top step of
the tub. My bottom resting in shallow water, my legs still soaked in
the hot, massaging bubbles, but my breasts were out on erotic
display. I looked at him with glazed eyes, leaning back on my elbows.

“You taste so good,”
he murmured as he dipped his head down to lick me. I moaned and
spread my legs open, dying for him. “I’ll never get enough of
you.” With his strong hands he lifted me to his mouth and licked me
full and long. He groaned as he did it as if he’d never tasted
anything so sweet. He spread my juices along my sex, flicked at my
clit with his tongue, then plunged into me deep. I moaned and pressed
against him, wanting more.

I began to move against
his face, pushing my pussy into him, growing needier, hungrier. I
whined as he ate me, so close so fast. He groaned in primal
satisfaction, digging his large fingers into my ass as he ground his
face into my sex.

I needed to come. I’d
been so horny the past few days, so turned on but untouched. I fisted
my hands in his hair and shoved my sex into his face, needing,
demanding. He groaned into me and I threw my head back at the
vibrations, starting to pant and moan as he worked me in a faster
rhythm, licking and sucking and tongue-fucking my pussy. My need
about to spill over into orgasm, I quivered and tensed. He sensed it,
always so in tune with my every response. Exactly when I felt like
I’d scream if I didn’t come, he bit down on my clit and sucked,
hard. I shuddered and bucked under him, screaming out his name as the
waves crashed over me, engulfing me in intense pleasure over and over
again.

Rosy and pink, I
drifted back to reality, slowly lowering my body into the hot tub. He
sat next to me on a shallow step, watching my every move, looking
like a lion satisfied with his meal. I rose up and circled my arms
around his neck, smiling and feeling slightly mischievous.

“That was good,
Declan,” I purred. I could feel his cock still hard as a rock
against my thigh. But still he sat back, not driving into me, not
taking me the way I needed.

“Anything for you,
Kara.”

“Anything?” I
asked, breathy, deep in my throat. I brought my hands up to his
shoulders, my palms tracing the outlines of his muscles, caressing
his pecs and circling his nipples. His eyes closed and I could feel
his breathing pick up, become more labored. My hands roamed his body,
traveling down the planes of his abdomen. He groaned as I found his
cock, hard, pressing up, needy, thick and ready.

“Oh,” I moaned in
appreciation, clasping my hands around his length. “Declan, you
feel so good.”

He groaned again and
swore, still with his eyes closed, still with his hands by his sides.
Still holding back. “I don’t want to hurt you, Kara,” he choked
out. It was difficult for him to talk while I stroked his full,
impressive length, feeling him grow even longer in my hands. “Give
you time,” he managed.

“But I don’t want
time,” I whispered to him, leaning forward and brushing my breasts
to his chest. “I want you.” My hands kept working, running the
length of his prick, circling his tip, slowly traveling the length
down to cup his balls, then circle his shaft. “I need this,” I
whispered in his ear. “I need your cock.”

A deeper, more tortured
groan escaped his lips. “Yeah?” Elaborate words eluded him. Good.

“I do,” I
continued, breathy with my own desire. “I need you inside me,” I
continued, parting my thighs and placing one on either side of his
own. “I need your huge cock up inside me. I need to ride you,
Declan.”

“Uh, yes!” he
moaned, opening his eyes and bringing his hands to my hips. I knew he
was about to drive me down hard on his cock. But I brought my hands
to his and stilled them.

“I’m in control,”
I whispered wickedly in his ear. He groaned again as I brought my
hands to his shoulders, pushing him against the side of the hot tub.
“I’m in charge this time,” I said, bringing a tongue down to
circle his ear.

He placed his hands
down on either side of his thighs and watched me, rapt. I grasped the
muscle of his large shoulders and looked deep into his eyes as I
positioned myself over him. His thighs were so large and muscular, I
had to stretch my thighs wide open. Once I’d straddled him just
right, I grasped his thick shaft in my hand and drove my wet pussy
down hard onto it, taking him in full and deep with one, intense
thrust.

“Ah!” I screamed,
overwhelmed and filled with him, so intense at this angle.

“Yes, Kara,” he
encouraged me, his hands now up at my lower back as he watched me,
riveted. I started to ride him.

“Oh, so good,
Declan!” I panted as I began to move, grinding my hips up and down,
stroking myself with his shaft. This was the massage I wanted, deep
and intimate, stroking my core, my clit. Riding him I could position
myself exactly how I wanted it most, making it so intense as I came
down on him, rubbing my clit against his rock-hard cock.

“Fuck, you’re so
sexy!” Declan’s eyes glazed with lust as he watched me like I was
a fantasy come to life. His arousal drove mine into an even higher
pitch. Faster, I found a rhythm and worked it, my tits rising and
falling as I rode his cock with abandon.

“Yeah, like that!
Fuck!” he gasped out as I rode him. I pressed a hand against his
chest now, clenching my inner thighs around his hips, moving faster,
harder. It felt so good to take pleasure from his cock, riding him
with lustful abandon. I drove my pussy down on him again and again,
bucking wildly and moaning now, needing more and taking it. He
brought a hand to my clit and matched my rhythm, coaxing me even
higher with every thrust.

“Yes! Declan, yes!”
I could feel myself tensing around him, the walls of my pussy tight,
wet and pulsing around his huge cock.

“Are you going to
come, Kara?” he asked, watching my every move, drinking in every
second.

“Yes!” I screamed,
exultant, riding him hard, plunging down on his shaft.

“I’m coming in you,
Kara!” He gripped my hips, hard, as he shot up hot into me, filling
me with his come. My hands clutched at his shoulders. I threw my head
back and cried out as I came on his cock, pulsing and shuddering all
around him. With a last thrust, we came together in waves, breaking
apart and melting as we clung together in the hot tub.

I collapsed against
him. He brought his hand to the back of my head, holding me to his
chest, kissing my hair.

“That was amazing!”
I murmured, looking up at him with a huge smile.

He grunted in
agreement, still inside me, enfolding me in his arms. “You can ride
me any time you like.”

“Yeah?” I smiled,
not feeling shy in the least.

“Giddy up, cowgirl.”
He nuzzled behind my ear. “I love how you ride.”

“Well, I did grow up
on a ranch.” I laughed, giddy.

“And I’m just the
lucky ranch hand.”

Declan

I’d meant to hold
back. Who was I kidding? I’d already held back way, way too long
with her. Years of holding back. I couldn’t do it anymore. I simply
wasn’t capable of it.

What man would be? The
woman of my dreams had stripped down naked, invited me into a hot
tub, grabbed my cock and told me that she needed to ride me. I’d
known at that moment that I could die a happy man.

I was no match for
Kara. And I’d clearly gone crazy because I loved it. I’d spent my
whole life seeking control, fighting to be the one in charge. You’d
think now when I’d been brought to my knees, felled quick like a
sharp axe to a giant tree, I’d feel upset over it. But I didn’t.
I felt thrilled, beyond grateful. I’d fallen for her, hard, and I’d
do anything for her. Kara could have anything she wanted. A mansion
on a hilltop, tons of kids, the Leaning Tower of Pisa? No problem,
I’d figure something out.

Tonight, I’d talk to
her. I’d tell her how I felt about her. I knew I’d told her, that
night at her ranch. I’d told her I loved her, a whole bunch of
times that night as I’d made love to her over and over again. But
since the incident with Lymon I’d been tiptoeing around, wary of
upsetting her.