Crucible, p.27
CRUCIBLE, page 27
Fuck this.
I stormed over there, threw open the door, and stepped inside to the steamy room.
I was ripping aside the shower curtain in the next second.
Kara’s shriek of surprise rang out over the running water and she jumped, bringing her arm up to cover her breasts and using the washcloth to hide her lower half.
“Rick, what the—”
I stepped into the shower.
“Oh my God, what are you doing? You’re fully clothed!”
“Don’t hide from me.” I grabbed her arms and shoved her against the shower wall. She choked at the brutal impact because I hadn’t held back in my worked up state.
“I… I thought you were making us dinner?”
“I missed you.” I slid my hand up to her throat, tightening my fingers enough to feel her pulse thrumming wildly. As I pushed my knee between her legs, the coarseness of the denim rubbing nice and rough against her cunt, she relaxed a whole lot, not even making a move to pull my hand from her throat.
“Good girl,” I breathed.
I ground my knee harder between her legs and she spread for me on a whimper.
“So eager to be teased, degraded, and owned by me in every fucking way.”
She grasped my hand over her neck and dug her nails into my skin, making me hiss. Fuck, yes. And then she smashed her lips to mine, taking me in a rough kiss.
She thrust her tongue into my mouth, tangling with mine wildly as she picked up her pace, bucking against me, riding my knee like an unhinged thing.
I ran my hands over the slick skin of her breasts, my cock pulsing as I took in my marks from the other night. Proof that she was mine.
Thinking about that changing, about her being taken away from me, had me snarling. “Tell me you’re gonna stay.”
She stilled on my knee.
I grabbed her jaw, forcing her eyes right to mine.
She blinked rapidly, trying to pull from her heavy-lidded daze. “Rick, I can’t just—”
I slapped my hand over her mouth. “Stop.”
I didn’t want to hear her excuses.
No more talking.
I just needed to feel her with me. Remind her how goddamn good it was when we came together. Make it clear beyond a shadow of a doubt that there were some things you couldn’t turn away from once you’d had a taste. Things where, once they crossed your path, you’d never be the same without them.
I grasped her hips and spun her around so we were adjacent to the running shower water instead of being right under it.
And then I dropped to a crouch.
I reached out and traced my fingers over the mark I’d made on her left thigh the other night. My teeth marks. Red raw and so fucking prominent. It was like a beacon calling out to me. Responding to its call, I leaned in close and trailed my tongue over it, tracing it with long, sensual licks.
I heard Kara suck in a breath on my first stroke.
By the time I was done, she was writhing against the wall.
That’s my girl. I loved the way she got so lost in my touch.
“Rick,” she pleaded.
“I’ve got you, little siren.”
Slowly, I dragged two fingers through her folds, growling when she drenched them.
She bucked against my hand, a moan escaping her.
By my third pass, she was close to riding my hand.
And then she gave me exactly what I’d been driving her toward. She begged me.
“God, Rick! Stop teasing. More. Please!”
I stayed my hand and looked up at her. “You want my mouth on you?”
She nodded frantically. “Of course.”
“Tell me you want me, that you want more than my mouth, my cock.”
She frowned down at me. “You know I do.”
“Then say it.”
“I want you. I want you, Rick.”
“Music to my ears.” I smirked up at her. “Here comes your reward.”
She squealed in surprise in the next second as I licked the length of her, exerting painful pressure on her clit.
I wanted to hold back, to take my time and savor her. But her pretty cunt and the taste of her sweetness on my tongue along with the desperation of her need, sparked a dark hunger to life inside of me that I couldn’t hold at bay for the life of me, that I didn’t want to hold at bay. It was driving me to devour, to devour her like a fucking animal.
She hissed as I dug my nails into her thighs, holding her at my mercy before I delivered rapid-fire flicks to her clit with my tongue, over and over, until she was shaking in my hold, clawing at the wall behind her and shrieking.
She tried to pull away, but I forced her to take the overstimulation as I showed her absolutely no mercy.
“Rick, fuck!”
Smiling to myself, I thrust a finger inside her, then pumped hard and fast, ramming into her over and over.
“Yes! Oh, God!”
I added a second, then a third, stretching her.
And then I consumed her, tongue swirling, flicking, thrusting. Teeth nibbling, grazing. Mouth kissing, sucking. Fingers tapping and fucking.
She tugged at my hair, her sharp nails raking my scalp and delivering a bite of pain that spurred me onward.
“Fuck. Can’t get enough,” I snarled, smothering her cunt with my face, breathing her in.
Her walls clamped down around my fingers, almost tight enough to inhibit my circulation. “Ah! It’s too intense!”
I held fast, then stabbed at her swollen clit with my tongue.
And that was it.
She came with a shriek, shuddering violently, exploding all over my mouth, coating my tongue and my fingers.
I lapped up every drop of her and licked my lips clean.
She went to ease herself onto the edge of the bathtub, but I shot to my feet, stopping her.
I fisted my hand in her hair and jerked her to me. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I wrenched her up by her hair, then shoved her against the wall.
She was panting as she stood there pressing her palms flat against the tile.
And then she almost had me coming right there as she spread her thighs and stuck her ass out, basically presenting herself to me.
I stepped up close and reached under her, then thrust two fingers deep into her cunt.
“Just cleaned you with my tongue and you’re already dripping again, darlin’,” I breathed at her ear.
“I can’t help it,” she said, grinning at me over her shoulder.
“Mmm, you like me getting good and rough, tossing you around, like the thrill of it, don’t you? Not knowing what I’m gonna do, how far I’m gonna take it?”
She nodded.
I kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip just shy of drawing blood, then I unbuckled my jeans and shoved them and my boxers down.
She sucked in an unsteady breath as I pulled out my cock and stroked my shaft.
I turned her head away. “Face the wall.”
I twisted the fingers of my other hand in her cunt, drawing a long groan from her.
“Spread your ass cheeks.”
She stilled.
“Come on now. Don’t be shy. Show me that pretty asshole.”
It took her a moment and then she reached back and spread them open for me.
I eased my fingers out of her and traced her slickness around her tight hole.
A gasp escaped her.
It morphed to a shrill scream as I drove them into her ass without any warning, sinking deep.
Her whole body went rigid, her nails dug into her cheeks.
I stuffed her cunt again, three fingers this time, stretching her there as I did the same with her asshole.
“God, Rick!”
I smirked, recognizing her discomfort for what it really was. Her caught between holding on and letting go.
“That’s all the lube you’re getting.”
She shuddered against me.
I slid my fingers out of her ass, then grabbed her hip to steady her, a second before I thrust my cock deep.
Another one of her glorious shrieks rang in my ears, drowning out the sound of the running water, drowning out everything. It sent a shockwave of pleasure ripping through me.
I drew out slowly, right to the tip, watching her hole stretch and struggle to accommodate me. I held there, making her really feel the burn.
She turned her head, her eyes pleading with me.
I felt her clenching around my fingers, her core pulsing around me.
Yeah, just as I’d thought. She was getting off on me tormenting her.
“There’s my dirty little whore,” I whispered in her ear.
“Please move.”
“Hmm, no.”
“Rick!”
“Squeeze my cock.”
“I can’t,” she choked. “Not yet. It’s too much.”
“Do it,” I snapped, digging my nails into her ass cheek and making her whimper.
It had her clenching involuntarily. “Harder,” I ordered, nipping at her ear.
The pressure increased as she submitted.
I drove in deeper, burying more of my shaft in her resisting ass. “Keep it up. I want you to feel the burn, the scrape of my cock along those sensitive walls. I want you to feel me wrecking your insides.”
She shuddered against me again and I felt her muscles straining to keep it up, to please me, to get where she needed to go, where she knew only I could take her. To new realms of pleasure that could only be found by straddling that line between the extremes.
Agony and ecstasy.
Heaven and hell.
I sucked on her neck. “And I want you to feel in your bones how much you need this, how much you need what only I can give you.”
“Rick,” she panted.
I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back inside her.
She smashed her hands into the tile, screaming out at the top of her lungs.
“Yeah, felt that, huh? How fucking deep I am? How hard you’re squeezing my cock, begging for more, begging me to ream this tight ass?”
“Oh, God.”
I reached around and slid my fingers through her folds.
“Fucking drenched. Coming all over yourself. You’re even dripping down your thighs, darlin’.”
I sawed in and out of her as I tapped her swollen clit intermittently.
“You love it in the ass, don’t you? Raw and rough. Tell me you’re my anal slut.”
I yanked on her wet hair, ripping her head back. “Say it! Tell me how much it gets you off.”
“Yes!” she cried. “Don’t stop. Please. Fuck my ass.”
Goddamn.
I pulled my hand from her clit, then grasped her hips in either hand.
“Shove two fingers into your soaking cunt and fuck yourself. Meet my thrusts.”
I watched as she eased them inside, then tentatively started finger-fucking herself.
“Harder. Faster. Punish that cunt while I ream your ass like the dirty whore that you are.”
She picked up her pace and I watched her lose herself to it, her head falling back against my shoulder as she let loose, chasing that high.
Yes.
Digging my fingers into her hips, I slammed inside her tight hole.
And I didn’t stop this time, ramming into her like a man possessed, over and over, and fucking over, not giving her a second of reprieve.
“Yes! Rick, fuck me. Fuck me! More! Harder! Harder!”
Her fingers became a vibrating force of motion like my cock moving in and out of her ass, and she shrieked out into the room, bucking and trembling, losing her shit all over the place.
And then her whole body went rigid and she came apart.
In the throes of it, she grabbed my shoulder and jerked me into her, then bit down on my neck. Sharp pain shot through me as she drew blood and sucked hard, tasting me, marking me.
“Fuck!” I roared, the pain and the way her ass was strangling the hell out of my cock, taking me over the edge.
I shot my load, filling her with my cum.
She sucked harder and shuddered, coming again all over her fingers, the wall, down her thighs.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed, sinking against her and breathing her in as I basked in the afterglow with her.
40
~Rick~
THERE SHE WAS.
I looked up as Kara stepped out of the ensuite bathroom and back into the bedroom freshly showered. She was wrapped up in one of my navy bath towels, the way it fell doing some real justice to those sexy thighs of hers. Her hair was loose and looked towel-dried, little droplets still coming off it and dripping down her shoulders, her chest, down between her breasts. I licked my lips at the sight. It’d been barely thirty minutes since I’d had her in the shower and that craving was already coming back with a vengeance. I just couldn’t get enough of her. It made the idea of her actually leaving the city, leaving me, inconceivable and absolutely unacceptable. After what I’d seen of her tonight, the way she’d not only reacted to everything we’d done, but actually reveled in it, I wasn’t as worried as I had been that she’d actually go through with it.
Even with that look on her face right now. The one that I knew well by now that meant she was pissed at me and getting ready to call me a bastard.
Her gaze was fixed on her bag in the middle of the bed.
“I thought we’d moved on from these creepy tactics of yours?”
“There’s no creep factor to this.”
She perched on the edge of the bed and snatched the bag away from me. “It wasn’t open earlier. Since you’ve been in here alone with it, now it is. Hmm. Putting the pieces together very quickly here, Rick.”
I smiled. “You pack several levels beyond efficient.”
“My dad taught me,” she said, pulling out the tightly rolled up clothes I’d seen. Placing them on the bed, she freed them from the restrictive positioning to reveal a white tank, a pair of gray lounge pants and a particularly sexy pair of lilac panties, and some gray socks. Everything was even so incredibly color-coordinated, all except those lace panties, where she just hadn’t been able to resist a splash of her favorite color being thrown into the mix.
“You really came prepared. Spare clothing, toothbrush, hairbrush, lotions, makeup, a spare phone charger.”
She pulled out her silver locket and fixed it back around her neck. Then she snatched up her panties and slid them on—under her towel, much to my disappointment. “You’re redirecting,” she admonished as she did the same with the pants. “The bag? You snooping? Explanation being demanded?”
As if to make it clear just how pissed she was, she grabbed her tank and turned her back to me as she lost the towel, then pulled on the tank, denying me the mouthwatering view of her breasts.
“Damn, that was some skill. One I’m not actually down with.”
“Rick,” she snapped, turning back around.
“Nothing gets by you, huh? At least, not anymore.” I blew out a breath. “Look in the inside pocket. The small, almost-hidden one.”
She eyed me. “How did you know about that?”
“I didn’t. I felt it out.”
“Why?”
“I needed somewhere that you wouldn’t venture to while you were here, not until you were at home later emptying it out and unpacking in the meticulous way you clearly packed it in the first place.”
She frowned, looking more confused and freaked out by the second.
Not what I’d been going for at all. Goddammit. This sort of thing wasn’t exactly my wheelhouse.
“Go on. Look inside the pocket.”
She hesitated for another few moments, before rummaging in the bag and finding the pocket. I knew the second her fingers closed over what I’d put inside because she stilled briefly before pulling it out.
And there it was on the palm of her hand, her eyes roaming over it, and her actually speechless for a good while.
“This looks so much like the one you wear.” Her gaze flicked to my left hand. “I don’t… you’re not wearing yours. Actually, come to think of it, during our date at Frank’s you weren’t either and you haven’t been since.”
I moved to the foot of the bed where she was at and took a seat beside her. Reaching out, I brushed my fingers over the purple amethyst ring. “This is it. Or, it was. I had it re-sized. For you.”
“Wow,” she breathed. “You… you really had this re-made… for me?”
“Sure did.” I fingered the gemstones themselves. “Amethyst has had many meanings attached to it over the years. One is spirituality, the reason I wore it.”
“The mystique of the whole instinct thing, you mean?”
I grinned. “I knew you’d get it. That’s one of the reasons I want you to have it. You know, aside from purple being your favorite color.” I winked at her. “You’re new to all of this, it’ll help you to focus, to hold it close to you, and not let it slip away or freak you out again. It’ll help you to continue to accept it as a part of you.” Easing the ring from her grasp, I held it between us, as I told her, “The second reason is another meaning it has attached to it. Faithful love and protection for love.”
She stilled for a moment, before murmuring, “Wow. That’s… that’s really something.” She looked up at me through those thick lashes of hers. “It’s really sweet. Thank you, Rick. Truly.”
I slid it onto the ring finger of her left hand.
“It fits perfectly,” she realized.
“On this finger, yeah.”
She tensed and eased back from me. It was slight, but definitely noticeable in the moment and the fact that I’d been holding her hand loosely in mine until she’d pulled away.
“You don’t really like it?”
She reacted to the edge in my voice that I hadn’t been able to keep out of it for the life of me. “It’s not that. I told you, it’s really sweet. I love it and everything, but—”
“You don’t love me.”
“That’s not… I mean… I don’t know.”
I pushed off the bed. “You don’t know?”
“Well, it’s still early. Really early. You and I haven’t been seeing each other that long and—”
I was in her space in the next second, a gasp slipping from her at the shock of it. “It’s different for people like you and me. The regular, cliched rules and timelines don’t apply.” I pressed my hand to my gut. “We feel it here above anything else.” Before she could get a word out and incorrectly refute that, I went on, “And with you possibly leaving in a handful of hours, time is absolutely of the fucking essence, isn’t it?”
