Quick and dangerous, p.8
Quick & Dangerous, page 8
Rob’s heart hurt for her.
“But there are other things you miss, too.” It wasn’t a question. He knew she must miss intimacy, miss connecting with a person even if just for a moment, for a night.
She smiled shyly. “There are. I haven’t been with a man since Nico.”
Holy shit. That’d been a couple of years at least. Maybe more. They really didn’t know how long she’d been on the run for.
“I haven’t taken a lover or anything while I’ve been on the run. I haven’t connected with anyone or revealed my true identity to anyone until you.”
Fuck. What had started out as friendly, sexy banter was quickly turning into more, a lot more.
“So if I have to come out and ask for it, I will.” She sat up straight in her seat, faced him and looked him square in the eye. “I’d like to have sex with you tonight. No strings. No obligations for tomorrow. Just one night to help me feel a bit more human. Will you help me?”
He needed to get back to the sexy, friendly banter. This was too heavy, too deep, too potentially messy for him. But he also wanted to help her. Wanted to give her what she needed.
Fuck, he just wanted her.
And hell, he hadn’t been with anyone in a while either, and he hadn’t been able to get the sounds of her getting her jollies yesterday out of his head.
Win-win.
He dropped his eyelids low and made sure to add a bit more twang to his words, “Are you wet, Skye?”
Confusion flashed across her face, but when he smiled at her, she quickly caught and nibbled on her bottom lip, then shook her head.
“Head games, darlin’. No head games. Remember?”
Her long, sexy throat undulated as she swallowed.
“Should I check?” He pushed himself off his seat and sank to his knees.
She followed his movements as he shuffled across the floorboards.
Triumph gleamed in his eyes. “Oh, you’re wet, baby, you can’t lie to me. Everything you feel comes right across your face. You’re like a glass house. There’s no hiding your emotions and certainly not from me.”
She shifted in her seat as he drew closer. His chest now knocked her knees.
“Your cheeks are a sexy, rosy pink, your pupils are dilated, nostrils are flaring, and the way you keeping squirming and squeezing your thighs together tells me you’re not only turned on and wet right now, but you’d also like nothing more than for me to dip my head beneath your towel and show you exactly why I love eating a woman out so much.”
He tugged at the towel, opening it up so that her thighs, and the triangular piece of fabric at the top of them, were right out in front of him like a five-course meal. Starting at her ankles, he drew his fingers up the long, toned length of her legs, past her silky-smooth thighs, until he found the damp Lycra of her swimsuit at the sides of her hips. Slowly, so she could feel everything, he drew them down her legs, letting her sandals fall to the ground as well. He wasn’t a foot guy, but she had some pretty cute toes, especially with the rings on them.
His gaze fell to the V of her legs. She had a motherfucking landing strip.
His dick jumped in his wet board shorts.
A Mother. Fucking. Landing. Strip.
He groaned as she caught him staring. “Darlin’ … ”
He brought his eyes up to hers. Her lips parted just so, and small puffs of air escaped her. Her chest was already rising and falling as if she’d just sprinted up the beach again.
“Tell me again what you want, Skye,” he asked, running his hands back up her legs, letting his fingers languidly draw circles on the top of her thigh. She shivered beneath his touch.
“I … ” She licked her lips and shut her eyes. “I want to feel.”
“Feel what? Where?”
“I want to feel human. I want to feel normal. I want to feel pleasure … everywhere.”
Her husky voice, thick with what was so obviously need, swept over him and then swirled around in his brain. He moved his hands under her, cupped her butt and pulled her forward until her cheeks were nearly off the chair and her cleft was just inches from his face. He pushed her knees farther apart and inched forward.
Her scent drove him wild, and when her hips jerked up and his chin knocked the lips of her pussy, he knew this was going to be a night neither of them would soon forget.
Chapter 8
Skyler
Skyler’s mind swam as Rob’s lips enclosed around her clit and sucked. She hadn’t had a man talk so dirty to her in a long time … possibly ever. But he’d done it with such nonchalance, that was equal parts intriguing, a turn-on, mildly frustrating, but also impressive. The man was the whole package. And she intended to get the whole package from him tonight.
In addition to not having gotten laid in quite some time, Skyler also hadn’t flirted in a very long time. She was rusty, if she even knew how to at all. And what she thought was playing hard to get, he’d taken as head games. She didn’t play head games. She’d had to abandon that vein of seduction and instead just go for the blunt angle. Ask for what she wanted. And it had worked.
“Men are simple creatures, sweetie,” her mother used to say. “They are fixers and doers. They don’t like having to read between the lines and play mind games. Tell them how you feel, what’s wrong and how they can fix it.”
“Is that how you and Dad stayed together for all those years?” she asked.
Her mother nodded. “I told him when he’d messed up. When I was mad and how he could fix it. And then he did. He appreciated my honesty. Just be honest with Nico and tell him that you miss him and wish he’d call more. The summer is a long time to be gone from the one you love.”
God, she needed to get her mother out of her head while Rob’s head was currently between her legs. She also needed to get Nico out of her head. That bastard was dead and buried. But her mother had been right. It’d worked with Nico, and now it’d worked with Rob. Just tell them what you want, and most of the time they’ll give it to you.
She needed to see if it worked again.
“Fingers,” she said on a heavy sigh. “Fingers inside me.” She pushed up into his face, feeling his nose graze the top of her mound. His tongue was dancing delicious circles around her clit, and his fingers pushed into her tight channel.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmured. “So damn tight.”
“You want to fuck me?” she asked, feeling that second arak and pineapple from the tips of her ears all the way down to her toe rings.
“Hell yeah,” he murmured, his voice an erotic buzz against her heated skin.
“Make me come first.” She rotated her hips in a circular motion, making sure he hit every inch of her pussy with his lips and tongue. He’d added a second finger and stroked her anterior wall, and she was already close.
His tongue flicked her clit, back and forth, back and forth, mimicking the pace of his fingers. And she lost it.
Arching her back, she pushed herself into him, not caring if she cut off his breathing. This was her moment, and she was going to take it all. She was going to feel.
His fingers picked up their speed and pressed up hard on her G-spot.
Oh fuck.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
Another big swipe of his tongue up through her folds, ending with a flick on her clit, and he was pushing up to his feet.
She barely had a moment to gather herself, or enjoy the satisfying float back down to earth, before he had her up out of the chair and on her feet.
Her butt met the bed a second later, and then he was on her.
“You come so sweetly, querida. But I bet we can get you moaning. That little orgasm was so quiet. I’ve heard the kind of noises you can make.”
She groaned as he relieved her of her bikini top and his mouth found a nipple. His hand came up and cupped the other breast, the pad of his thumb brushing over the hard, achy tip. Her hips leapt off the bed involuntarily, needy for more friction, to feel his weight pressing her into the mattress.
His fingers traced along the curve of her breast, around the side, and then the bottom, exploring, kneading, appreciating.
“Rob,” she sighed.
His mouth moved to the other nipple, and he tugged it between his teeth. Just hard enough to make her inhale, to make her feel alive. Oh God, was she ever alive.
“Do you have condoms?” she asked, hoping to God he did, because she didn’t.
He grunted as his mouth moved from her breast up over her chest and along her collarbone.
She really hoped that grunt meant yes.
His lips were like hot silk against her skin. His tongue swirled around the hollow of her throat just as his fingers tugged on her nipple. White lightning shot from her breast all the way down between her legs as her pussy clenched and throbbed. She needed him to fill that emptiness inside her, fill her up good.
He continued on his exploration, licking and kissing along her jaw and neck, sucking on her skin and pressure points, sending more electric shocks straight to her clit.
“So sweet, querida,” he breathed, finally kissing her on the cheek. He cupped her face with one hand and then the other, holding her in place. Their eyes locked. “You’re sure?”
All she could do was nod.
Yes. I need this. I need this so much.
He mirrored her nod and pushed himself up off the bed. Closing her eyes, she fell back against the bed and let out a shaky breath. She was naked on his bed, and despite the warm tropical night, a shiver drifted like a wave across her skin, causing it to gooseflesh and her nipples to pearl.
She heard him rummaging around in his backpack but didn’t bother to open her eyes. The arak was doing its job and making her relax, making her finally, for the first time in much too long, not give a flying fuck.
He’d gone quiet, and she was about to open her eyes to see where he was when two warm hands grabbed each of her ankles, and she suddenly found herself flipped over onto her belly.
“Oof.”
He nudged her legs apart and drew her up onto her knees. She was about to push up onto her hands or forearms, but he grunted again, telling her no.
Head down, ass up, that’s the way I like to fuck.
She had to stop herself from laughing. She’d seen that phrase on a bumper sticker for sale at a tourist stall in Thailand. And here she was living it.
She felt his weight dip the old bed, causing the springs to creak and grind. He was a big, virile man. She could only imagine the noise the bed was going to start making in a few minutes.
Anticipation made her pussy clench.
Where was he?
Was he putting on the condom?
Had condoms changed in the last few years and were more difficult to put on?
What was taking him so lo—
Holy God.
A wet warmth snaked up between her folds, and two fingers spread her wide, giving that mouth and tongue better access. She pressed her cheek into the blanket on top of the bed and squeezed her eyes shut.
Yes.
“Querida,” he murmured against her inner thigh, before nipping it. She melted deeper into the mattress. His tongue flicked her clit, and she pushed back without even thinking. The heat of him behind her seared her skin, taking away the gooseflesh, only to replace it with a sheen of sweat as he brought her closer and closer to the edge again.
So good.
So. Fucking. Good.
His fingers trailed through her slickness and up through her crease, running back and forth, up and down. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning.
“Don’t hold back, querida. I want to hear how much you love it.”
And that’s when his tongue slid north. Yes, north. Up through her cheeks, where his fingers had just been. He pulled her cheeks apart and pushed his face in, twirling his tongue around her puckered hole.
She was going to taste blood soon if she didn’t release her bottom lip.
Holy fuck.
Her whole body began to quake as he continued with his favorite dirty, dirty thing. Around and around and around he twirled his tongue flicking and then twisting until she writhed on the bed and bucked into his face. A finger, then another, grazed her clit, and her leg spasmed beneath her. His chuckle against her flesh sent a vibration like none other careening through her. She was going to blow.
But then he stopped.
She was seconds from orgasm, from the pinnacle, when he simply stopped. Pulled his hands away, pulled his mouth away.
She whimpered from the lack of contact and, like a bitch in heat, pushed her ass up into the air as if in search of him, waving him back over to take her, to fling her off the ledge.
“Rob?”
“Skye … ” His mouth was right next to her ear. His very talented tongue traced around the shell, sending a new shard of longing soaring through her body.
He pushed her over to her back.
She blinked up at him as he moved over her body, positioning himself between her thighs. She glanced down the long length of his body to where his cock, shrouded with the condom, lay thick against his hip. “I want to see you, querida.”
She swallowed, reaching for him. “Rob, please … ”
She hated that she had to beg. But he also told her to tell him exactly what she wanted from him, so …
He took her mouth at the same moment he slipped inside, thrusting his tongue between her lips just as his cock slipped through her folds. She groaned against him. It felt incredible to be full again. To feel alive.
And just when she thought she’d lose it from him simply being inside her, he began to move. And boy, could he move.
Hips of a goddamn gymnast.
He rolled those flexible hips of his until she could barely stand it; the way the top of his stomach grazed her clit made the blood thunder in her ears and her pussy clench around him. He dug his knees into the mattress to gain more leverage before slipping one arm beneath her, helping her lift up her hips and increasing the angle.
Her lips parted, her head tipped back and her eyes fluttered shut.
“Tell me, querida. Tell me how it feels,” he said with a pained grunt, his mouth right over hers. They were breathing each other in. She took, he gave. She gave, he took.
“So … so good,” she whimpered, wrapping her arms around his back and digging her nails into the thick muscles that flexed as he held himself above her.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
He hammered her harder, faster.
She loved it.
She needed it.
He seemed to know exactly what her body craved. She didn’t have to play head games. She also didn’t have to say what she wanted, because he knew.
It was an incredible high. She hadn’t even come yet … again, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to. The sex was that good. The rush of blood, the rapid beat of her heart, the loss of her breath. She was floating, and she hadn’t even leapt off the cliff.
“Been a while for me too, baby,” he said, dipping his head and taking a nipple into his mouth again.
Which was code for: “Might not last forever.”
That was okay. She wouldn’t either. It was too good. As much as she wanted it to last, his hips were just that talented, his mouth just that hot and wet.
Her body bowed off the bed, encouraging him on. Encouraging him to suckle harder, to bite and tug and make her hiss out from the snap of pain. The pain that made her feel alive, made her feel human, made her feel normal.
“Bite them,” she whispered, trailing her hands down his warm back to find the muscular, flexing globes of his amazing ass.
He hummed as his teeth tugged her peak and gently sawed back and forth over the sensitive bud. She inhaled from the rush of pain that soon warmed and spread into a dull ache, an ache that she felt deep in her belly and between her legs.
He tugged again, this time a little harder, and she lost it.
Crying out his name, she leapt off that glorious cliff out into the abyss. Stars burst behind her closed eyelids as the wave of the orgasm crashed through her end to end and back again. She pulsed around him, feeling him grow harder and thicker against her walls.
Only when she began the drift back down to reality did she feel him stiffen and release, sucking hard on her nipple inside his mouth as warm puffs of air escaped his nose.
She traced her nails up and down his back until he relaxed against her, letting his full weight fall onto her.
He released her bud from his mouth but didn’t lift his head. Instead he let it rest on the mound of her breast, cupping it with one hand. “Querida,” he said on a sigh.
Skyler ran her hand over his head and around the outer shell of his ear. “Hmm?”
“You … ”
“I’m good,” she finished.
He nodded against her breast.
“You?” she asked.
“Mhmm.”
“Wanna do it again?” she asked, tugging playfully on his ear until he lifted his head to look at her.
His brown eyes held a satisfied, almost arrogant gleam to them, one she had to admit made her do a little happy dance inside. His lip turned up into a lopsided grin. “Gimme a minute to reload,” he said, prying himself off her and stalking off to the washroom to dispose of the condom.
