Addicted to You (21 page)

“Come back here,” she whispered, craning her neck up, craving his mouth back on her own.

He grabbed her forearms and lifted them. She scowled when he pinned her wrists above the pillows.

“You’re a little hedonist, do you know that?” he murmured.

“Is that another criticism?” she asked as she tried to pull her wrists free from his gentle but ungiving one-handed grip.

“It’s another fact,” he said grimly, before he leaned down and began to own her mouth again. He kept his chest a few inches off her breasts this time, leaving the distended peaks without any stimulation. Her breasts felt swollen and achy, her skin hot and prickly. She required pressure, friction... release.

Her pussy was so wet she could feel moisture gathering on her inner thighs and along her perineum. She’d likely leave a damp spot on Rill’s sheets. The thought sent a jolt of irritation and thwarted longing through her. She groaned desperately in Rill’s mouth and wiggled her hips against his body, beckoning him to put her out of her misery.

He responded by bringing up his knees and bracing his upper body on one hand. He remained like that on one hand and both knees, leaning down and kissing the daylights out of Katie. He finally sealed their lips and lifted his head an interminable amount of time later. Katie tried to glare at him, but it was difficult through eyes that had crossed from his kiss.

“Do you mind telling me what the hell you’re doing?” she asked, craning her head up off the pillow. He wouldn’t relinquish hold of her wrists in the slightest.

“Kissing you. I told you I’ve been thinking about doing it for days,” he said, unsmiling. His gaze flickered down over her naked body. “I’ve been thinking about doing a lot of things. Guess I won’t rest until they’re all done.”

“I’m about to spontaneously combust down here, so do you think you might get on with it, then?” she asked breathlessly. She was so busy eating up the sight of him. His cock hung between them. She could see a swollen blue vein popping beneath the surface. Suddenly, a different sort of hunger overcame her. She licked her lower lip and craned up farther.

“Let me suck—”

“Keep your mouth shut for once, won’t you, Katie?”

She stared up at him, taken aback by the harshness of his tone. He seemed a little surprised by it himself. He closed his eyes for a second and breathed deep, apparently trying to calm himself. When he opened his eyelids, he transferred her captive wrists into the opposite hand and reached between her thighs.

Katie’s eyes sprung wide when he worked his thick forefinger between her labia and began agitating her clit, bull’s-eye fashion. She heard a clicking noise as he moved briskly against her lubricated flesh.

“Ohhh,” she cried in delighted surprise.

“You’re so wet,” he growled.

“You make it sound like a crime.” She moaned and thrashed her head on the pillow. It felt delicious. Heat flooded her cheeks. Her clit sizzled beneath his expert manipulations.

“If it’s not a crime to drive me straight over the edge, it ought to be.”

But Katie barely heard him. She was too busy gushing in orgasm.

He watched, every fiber in his being focused on the image and
feeling of Katie as she shook beneath him. When her orgasmic shudders and the thrashing of her hips against his finger began to wane, he placed his hand over her entire outer sex, the ridge of his palm against her clit. He massaged her tender cunt briskly, evoking a surprised cry of delight out of her throat and more orgasmic shivers from her body.

Now that he’d succumbed to it, he couldn’t help but wonder how long this greedy hunger would last.

He released Katie’s wrists while he lunged for the bedside table. “We’re going to need more condoms. A lot fucking more.”

She paused in her panting. In his fever to get inside her again, he hadn’t realized he’d spoken his thoughts out loud. It surprised him that he felt every bit as hard, every bit as excited, as he sheathed his cock once again.
She’s like Viagra in leather boots
, Rill thought grimly as he straddled her once again.

He bent her knees farther and pushed on her shins. He caught a glimpse of her glistening, pink pussy. His cock lurched. She gasped when he unapologetically arrowed his cock tip into her slit. She was so hot and wet, he glided into her, but only with effort. He had to apply a firm, steady pressure with his flexing hips. He watched his cock stretching her delicate tissues until he was lodged in her at half-staff.

He glanced up when he heard her moan.

“Are you sore?” he asked thickly.

She shook her head on the pillow. “No. No, it feels so good.”

It was all the permission he needed. He let the fever overtake him once again. He’d denied it while he’d kissed Katie’s sweet mouth and she’d wiggled beneath him and run her hands all over his body. He’d survived it while she’d shuddered beneath his hand and her abundant juices anointed his fingers.

Damn it if he was going to hold back a second longer. It’d been why he’d made sure she’d come before he got inside her. He wanted to see pure lust shining in Katie’s green eyes, but he sure as hell wasn’t in a mood to deny himself a moment longer. He ignored her hoot of protest when he gathered her wrists again, holding them down on the pillow behind her head. He drove his cock all the way into her and grunted in sublime pleasure. She surrounded him like a tight, wet fist.

“I could die in this pussy,” he mumbled between clenched teeth.

“I wish you wouldn’t say stupid stuff like that.”

“Shut up, Katie,” he replied distractedly as he began to pump.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, the realization struck him that the thought of
this
, of being buried in Katie’s pussy, had been taunting at his consciousness for the better part of two weeks. Yeah, he wanted to bury his face in her lap and live off her sex juices, and yeah, the thought of having his dick in her mouth plagued him so greatly that he’d almost had a heart attack when she’d started to suggest it a few minutes ago.

But
this
experience—he withdrew and plunged his cock back into her muscular channel, grunting in supreme satisfaction—was what had been plaguing him, haunting him. He’d become obsessed with getting his cock back into her....

The thought evaporated as he thrust and drove into Katie again and again. He kept one hand on her leather boot, keeping her spread wide for him while the other kept her arms restrained. It not only was a prerequisite to restrain Katie—her small, eager hands drove him nuts—but it made him horny as hell to do it as well. He reveled in the experience, holding her down on the mattress, completely at his mercy while he fucked her with increasing force and rapidity. When his pelvis began to strike the backs of her thighs, making taut, brisk whapping noises, Katie joined in the cacophony. Little surprised
oh!
s of pleasure popped out of her throat with each smack of flesh against flesh.

It sent him into a frenzy of lust.

“Kai-tee,”
he warned ominously. She was determined to turn him into an animal. His balls ached with the need to come. Her pussy pulled at his helpless cock like a hot, sucking little mouth. He released her wrists so that he could put both hands on supple leather. He pushed her knees back to her shoulders and reared over her.

“I’m starting to like these fucking boots almost as much as I do your hair,” he grated out before he began to pound into her like a piston going at full throttle. The headboard clacked loudly against the wall and Katie began to keen like a steam whistle. She was small and compact, but damn if she wasn’t strong. Her hips moved in a fluid, forceful synchrony with his strokes, her precision such that his eyes rolled to the back of his head. In a desperate bid to win one more second of this wild ecstasy, one more moment of control, he grabbed her hips and stilled her frantic bucking. His biceps flexed hard as he brought her to him, again and again.

He served her pussy to his cock in precisely the manner he’d fantasized about doing for tortured days and nights. It was every bit as decadent as he’d imagined, he thought as he watched himself plunge into her repeatedly.

The fantasy was topped a hundredfold when he heard Katie shout, and he felt a rush of liquid heat around his cock. Her vaginal walls clamped him tight.

It was too much. His balls pinched in a crisis of bliss. He let go with a guttural groan. His orgasm scalded him, as if his semen had reached the boiling point in his testicles and was ejected with explosive force.

A pleasure-infused moment later, he dropped those accursed sexy leather boots and fell down over her, bracing himself with his arms and panting like a madman.

“You’re going to kill me,” he accused without any real heat, busy as he was trying to recover from being turned inside out by cyclonic sex. She breathed heavily, but her gaze was solemn as she looked up at him.

“No, I told you. I’m going to save you.”

He made an exasperated sound and withdrew from the tight, warm channel of her pussy with a wince. He came down next to her on his side and rolled her into his arms, her back to his chest. She curled up to him like a cat craving body heat. Her hair was everywhere, Rill thought as he brushed a silky curl away from his mouth.
Bloody glorious nuisance
. He grabbed a handful of it and pressed the mess of golden waves to his lips and nose.

“I still can’t believe you almost cut this off,” he said in a low voice as he released it and smoothed it across a curving hip.
Tried
to smooth it. It was like holding something soft and alive against a warm, silken curve. He couldn’t decide which sensation he liked better: Katie’s skin or her hair.

She turned her head so that he could see her delicate profile, the rosy color of one cheek and an arching eyebrow.

“Careful, Rill,” she whispered. “You’ll make me think you like something about me.”

“If I liked you any more, you’d be at risk of being eaten in one bite.”

She chuckled and turned her head on the pillow. “I thought you didn’t want me to compare you to the big bad wolf.”

He shifted his palm over her lower ribs and waist, capturing the vibrations of her laughter, once again appreciating how much of her body he could span with one hand. Her scent enfolded him, the light, clean, fruity smell from her hair, the subtle, addictive fragrance he’d come to prize that seemed to release from her skin when she climaxed.

It struck him as surreal, what had just occurred. This was Katie who fit the curve of his body like a seed snuggled within its shell. This was Katie he’d just fucked like he thought it was his last volitional act on earth.

I told you. I’m going to save you.

But who would save Katie from the distrust . . . the
dislike
Rill had acquired for the world since Eden had died?

Fourteen

Katie had nearly fallen asleep, feeling drowsy and content in
the circle of Rill’s arms. She was roused after several sleepy minutes, though, when she felt him trying carefully to extricate himself from their embrace.

“You live here, Rill,” she murmured sleepily. “If you’re considering doing a fuck and dash, you’re out of luck. I’m in your bed.”

“I’m not trying to get away,” he said. “I just need to get rid of the condom.”

She opened her eyes into slits and glanced back at him while he got out of bed. Her gaze was snagged by the small, sexy smile that curved his lips. A pleasant rush of warmth settled in her lower belly and pussy when she recalled those delicious minutes she’d spent under the magic of Rill’s mouth.

“If you can manage to part with those boots, you could take a shower with me,” he suggested quietly.

She grinned. “I think I can manage that. I usually only sleep in my boots for special occasions like this one.”

His bark of laughter took her by surprise, but it was his hand swatting her ass that made her spring up like she’d been goosed. She rolled over on the bed and retaliated by doing the same to him, spanking a dense, hard buttock. She saw the flash in his eyes and started to back away immediately, laughing the whole time. The devil spark in his blue eyes, that naughty grin—those were things she associated all too much with the Rill she knew and loved. He caught her by the ankle when she tried to scoot off the bed. He yanked. She slid toward him along with the majority of the bedding.

“No, no . . .” she protested between jags of laughter. She squawked when he flung her over his shoulder. He smacked her butt again and headed toward the door.

“Quiet, woman. You’ll have all the wolves in a three-mile radius howling at the front door.”

Katie was laughing so hard she barely had air to protest her ignominious position. Despite his boisterous play, Rill set her down gently enough in the bathroom and even left her to her own devices as she pinned up her hair.

Once he’d started a steam going in the shower, he came up behind her where she stood at the bathroom sink. Katie met his eyes in the reflection of the mirror.

“How many of those damn things do you have to use to pin up that stuff?” he asked, his gaze following her actions with interest.