Wrecked (11 page)

“Oh no, I won’t.”

“Trust me. You’ll like it.” She smiled as she went right back to what she’d been doing before he had stopped her—poking at his hole with one finger of her right hand.

With her left hand, she reached for the table next to the bed. When she pulled open the drawer, he glanced inside and saw an eye-opening array of objects of the sexual nature.

Some things he could identify immediately. Others were too baffling to even guess at. None of it was anything he intended to experience by being on the receiving end. If that was CeCe’s intention, she was going to be disappointed.

Now him using them on CeCe would be another story.

When she reached for the bottle of lube in the drawer, he knew it was time to put an end to her attempts.

He wouldn’t like what she was playing at, but he knew something he would like. Very much. Something he didn’t get to do nearly enough.

“If that’s the area you’re interested in, I surely can oblige.” He sat up and maneuvered so CeCe was on her stomach and beneath him in seconds.

It hadn’t even been hard to accomplish.

Wade had grown up with an older brother and he had also been on the wrestling team back in high school. Given that, he could switch up positions pretty good against an equally matched opponent.

Getting one underweight, off-guard woman facedown beneath him presented no challenge whatsoever.

Before she knew what was happening, he’d shoved a pillow under her hips and had the creamy flesh of her ass cheeks spread wide. “Mmm. Oh, yeah. Look at that tight little hole just waiting for me.”

“Wade.” She tried to flip over beneath him, but he was sitting on her legs.

Reaching for the drawer, he grabbed the bottle of lube she had been aiming for just moments before with the intent of using it on him.

“Wade, I don’t like this.” She sounded breathless as she gripped the sheets in tight fists.

What was good for the goose was good for the gander.

“That’s funny since you assured me that I’d like it while you were trying to do it to me.” He flipped the top open and wet his finger with a small amount of the slippery liquid.

Circling her puckering hole, he got her nice and lubed up before pushing just the tip of his finger inside. He pushed his finger deeper, past the first knuckle, as his cock grew impossibly harder.

He twisted his finger as he fucked her real slowly with it. He pulled out, and then pushed back in, slow and easy, gentling her into accepting his finger in preparation for something much bigger. “This feel good?”

“No.” Her breath caught in her throat and Wade couldn’t help feeling satisfied.

Smiling, he shook his head at her answer. “Liar.”

Wade knew the difference between the sounds of pain and pleasure. He added a second finger, enjoying how he could coax her body into accepting him. How she went from being so tight he could barely get a fingertip in, to now when he was able to push three fingers inside her.

Pulling his fingers out of her, he leaned back. He made short work of donning a condom before he grabbed the bottle and drizzled on a generous amount of lube.

Soon he was back, positioning his tip against her tight hole. She went still. For a few seconds, he wasn’t even sure she was breathing. “Wade, please.”

For the first time since knowing her, Wade heard uncertainty in her voice.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” He didn’t lesson the pressure of his cock against her tight hole, but he did smooth his other hand down her spine. Leaning low, he ran his mouth over the smooth skin of her shoulder.

“I’ve never—”

“Then how do you know you won’t like it?” He tongued her earlobe while enjoying the feel of sliding his cock against her crevice. Not entering her just yet.

 
“I’m scared.” It might be the most genuinely true thing she’d ever said to him.

“Nothing to be scared about, I promise. We’ll take it real slow.” He brushed a kiss against her ear and then decided to lighten the mood with a joke. “Besides, I heard it only hurts in the beginning but it’s worth it in the end.”

Of course every joke had a little truth in it and from what he’d been told by the women he’d done this with, what he’d just said was true.

Better get this started before she bolted, which was a real possibility. Leaning back, he used both hands to spread her flesh wide. That gave him one hell of a view when he pushed forward.

She drew in a sharp breath. “Wade—”

He stopped and held, waiting for her body to get used to the feel of him inside her. “Just breathe.”

He was surprised when she did as he asked. He felt her draw in a deep breath. He took advantage of it by sliding in farther.

She rocked forward to pull away. He held on to those beautiful hips of hers and kept her right where he needed her to be.

While reaching for the lube, he got a glimpse of the contents of her nightstand one more time. There was some scary looking shit in there.

Remembering she’d been about to stick at least her fingers and possibly any number of those things from her drawer inside him, he figured the woman had better be willing to take it herself.

He drizzled a stream of cool lubricant over where they were joined and then drove in the rest of the way as CeCe dragged in a breath. He held there, wanting nothing more than to absorb the feeling of how nice and tight she was and how damn good it felt to be inside her.

Thrusting would feel even better, for him anyway. He had a suspicion she wasn’t ready for that quite yet.

Wade ran his palms over her ass and settled them on the swell of her hips. The beauty of the sight in front of him made it hard to hold still.

“The hard part’s done, beautiful. It’ll start feeling better now.”

“I don’t believe you.” Even with him buried balls deep in her ass and with her face down on the pillow he heard the attitude in her voice.

How he loved a woman with attitude, especially in this particular position.

“Then I guess I’ll have to prove it to you.”
 

Her breathing was fast, but he knew it wasn’t all from pleasure. Not yet anyway. She was still scared. But it would be good for her soon, if he had any say in the matter.
 

Remaining fully seated inside her, Wade reached around with one hand.

Intent on making her come so she could enjoy this as much as he intended to, he slipped a finger between her lips and found her clit.

She let out a small groan the moment he made contact.

“Feel good?”

“No.”

He shook his head as he heard the lie.

Her breath quickened with every stroke of his finger on her clit, each tiny gasp tinged with a small sound that had him wanting to fuck her.

“The vibrator.”

He barely heard her. “What do you want, darlin’?”

She angled her head and reached one hand toward the nightstand. “Hand me a vibrator from in the drawer.”

Her request surprised him, but hell, he wasn’t about to argue.

There were more than a few items to choose from. “Which one?”

“The bullet.”

Personally, he wasn’t all that familiar with sex toys, but what she’d asked for was pretty self-explanatory.

Glancing in the drawer, he saw there was only one item that looked anything like a bullet to him. Luckily he’d grown up around hunting rifles, so bullets were something with which he was familiar. He grabbed it and handed it to her.

Wade had to admit that she knew her toys. Without looking she somehow turned on the vibe, even though he hadn’t noticed any on/off switch himself.

He heard the sound as it fired to life. He sure as hell felt it as she pressed it against her clit. It vibrated all the way through her body and into his cock buried deep inside her.

She reacted to the stimulation almost immediately. It was as if she relaxed and tensed at the same time.

He gave her a minute before he couldn’t stand the wait anymore. Then he began to move inside her, slow because she was tight and because it felt too amazing to risk coming too soon.

Her muscles clenched around him. He felt the first waves of the orgasm ripple through her, squeezing him in a rhythm that matched his strokes inside her.

She cried out, loud and deep. The sound alone was enough to send a tingle through him. That combined with her body milking him brought everything to an end too quickly.

His voice soon joined hers as he came right along with her.

Even more amazing was how she continued to pulsate around him. She came until she finally pulled the bullet away.

Damn, he needed to invest in some toys if this was the result.

She dropped the vibe amid the bedding where it continued to buzz until she finally got it turned off.

He was panting as he collapsed over her back. His faded erection, still nestled inside her, slipped out.

Even with as spent as he was from that incredible encounter he still managed, “Told you you’d like it.”

Breathless beneath him she turned her head enough to say, loud and clear, “Fuck you.”

He laughed. “Is that an invitation? Because if it is, I’m gonna need a minute to recover.”

She flipped over, her eyes flashing with anger. “I told you I didn’t want to do that and you did it anyway.”

Wade’s laughter died quickly. Accusations like this were serious. They’d ruined better men than him.

“No, CeCe. Not once did you ask me to stop in so many words. If you had, I would have.”

Yes, she’d said she’d never done it. And yes, she’d told him she was scared. She told him when it hurt, which he’d warned her it would, but then she’d told him to get her the vibrator.

Never had the word
stop
or anything equivalent come out of her mouth. If it had, he would have be perfectly happy to abandon exploring new territory with her and proceed the old fashioned way.

She refused to answer him, breaking eye contact to stare into the corner of the room.

“CeCe.” He held her chin and forced her to look at him. “Did you tell me to stop?”
 

She pressed her lips together and finally said, “No.”

“And did I lie to you? Didn’t it stop hurting just like I said it would?”

Drawing in a breath that had her nostrils flaring, she gritted out between clenched teeth, “Yes.”

“And did you come?” He knew the answer to that. There had been no missing it, but he wanted her to say it out loud.

“Yes.” This answer contained even more venom than the last.

She was pissed and he knew why. CeCe Cole was the kind of woman who was used to getting her way. She’d never take kindly to having someone say no to her and he had during her exploratory probing of his ass.

Then he’d gone one better and given her a taste of her own medicine.

It was unfortunate for CeCe that she and Wade were the same when it came to wanting to be in control. That was one reason why he could appreciate so well exactly how she was feeling right now.

He pulled off the used condom with a snap and tossed it into the garbage pail on the other side of the nightstand. “I’m sorry you were scared and I’m very sorry it hurt you.”

She pulled her mouth to one side, as if she didn’t believe him.

That was a shame. He’d said it, and meant it, but that was all he could do. He wasn’t into groveling. Especially not at the feet of a spoiled brat of a woman.

He’d have to make it up to her in another way. Reaching down, he grabbed each of her ankles in one hand and yanked her legs apart.

Her eyes flew wide. “What are you doing?”

Leaning low, he looked up at her from between her spread thighs. “I think that’s pretty obvious.”

A crease formed between her brows. “Are you crazy? I’m mad at you.”

“I’m aware.” He smiled before he opened her wide with his thumbs and drew her clit between his lips.

She could be as pissed off as she wanted, but he could still make her body sing.

Wade proved the truth of that now as she went from raring for a fight, to sighing in pleasure in under a minute.

He felt the fight leave her as CeCe tipped up her hips, just enough to press against his mouth. He was glad she couldn’t see his smile over her surrender to him.

Gloating over winning this round would probably earn him a smack up side the head, if not worse.

The vixen could throw him out of her house if she wanted to.

That would be a shame, since he had every intention of sinking into this woman as often as possible before he had to leave for the next event.

He’d never admit it to her, but even with as amazing as this last round had been, one time would never be enough for him to get his fill of her.

CeCe’s breathing quickened and in a few minutes she was gasping. He felt her tense and knew she was close.

“Stop.” With one shove of a hand, she pushed his head away.