Against The Wall (20 page)

“No tongue this time, angel. This time, you get the full treatment.”

The long digits dug deeper, spearing into her, choking her with outrageous pleasure as his wicked tongue licked a hungry line along the column of her throat. “I’ll shove my tongue up this tight little bud again, over and over, until you’re dripping and begging to have it filled, but not right now. Right now I need it fast. I’m going to fuck it with my fingers, working it open until you’re ready, and then I’m going to cram this sweet little ass so full of cock, you’re gonna feel it pushing at the back of your throat.” She trembled beneath him, and he grunted, “Does that scare you, Shea?”

“N-no,” she moaned, unable to disguise the quiver of hunger in her husky voice. “You don’t scare me.”

“Good,” he grunted, feeling his cock swell to bursting, wondering if the damn thing would explode, “because there’s no way in hell I could keep it from happening. Not tonight. Not with you.”

He pressed down with the thick fingers buried in her ass, working them in all the way, growling when he felt the pressure of those two big digits digging into his dick. “Fuck,” he shouted, screwing his eyes shut, struggling to keep from coming too soon. He wanted this to last as long as it could, and if the sexy little cries spilling out of Shea’s mouth were any indication, so did she. She wriggled her hips, adding to the sensation around his cock, and he sobbed out something that sounded like, “That’s so fucking good.”

Then he began to move again. His deliciously bruising, brutal thrusts pounded her cunt with pleasure, powerful and unrestrained, moving them up the bed until she had to brace herself against the headboard because his own hands were too busy to do it for her.

“You like that?” he grunted, withdrawing and plunging his fingers in tandem with his pounding, burgeoning shaft. “You like having this tight little ass finger-fucked, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” she sobbed, pumping her hips harder, working against him, driving him deeper. “Yes!”

“You ready for more?”

“All of it,” she sobbed, her body wrenching, twisting atop the sheets in its desperation for completion. “Anything.”

He shuddered against her back, his slick skin slipping against hers in a delicious friction of muscle and flesh. One second he was drilling into her, parting the tight channel of her pussy thrust after thrust, and in the next he was pulling free of the wet, suctioning grasp.

Shea tried not to stiffen up, knowing what was coming next, ready for it—even hungry for it, but still nervous. Ryan’s cock was massive, and though his thick fingers felt good as they slipped free from her backside, she still wasn’t completely certain she could take something as large as his full-sized erection. She took a deep, panting breath, trying to relax her muscles, only to let out an embarrassing shriek of alarm at the first press of the wet head against the tight rosebud.

“Just breathe with me,” he murmured, his voice like rough silk, stroking over her skin, and she fell under the spell of raw sensuality he was weaving around them. The air and their heated bodies smelled sweetly erotic, the melody of their moans filling the silence of the night, and she succumbed—willingly.

One large palm pressed up against the center of her chest, between her swaying breasts, moving with the rhythm of her lungs. “Breathe with me,” he repeated, his chest expanding against her back as his own lungs filled with air, and as they exhaled in unison, the broad head of his cock pressed into her in a delicious stretch that had heat leaping to an inferno in her veins, pumping through her body in a fevered rush of ecstasy and sensation.

“Oh my God,” she groaned, breathing with him, and each time they exhaled he pushed deeper, working the thick intrusion of his cock into the tight recess until it was buried halfway up inside of her. Her burning muscles clamped down on it so hard, they both gritted their teeth from the tender, painful pleasure—and then the pace changed, his control slipping away as he began to move in a helpless, relentless rhythm.

His hips pulled back, and then he sank in another two inches, the pleasure exploding through her body, sharp and satisfying.

“I’m sorry—I can’t hold back,” he groaned, his hips picking up speed, pushing her harder with each greedy thrust. She struggled to answer, but could only pant louder. And then all she could do was cry out in need as his hand hooked around the front of her mound again, two fingers pinching her swollen clit, working it into a frenzy of pumping need.

Her hands clawed into the bedding, her back arched, and suddenly she was helping him, pushing back against his burrowing cock until she’d taken him to the root, stuffed full of his throbbing flesh.

“Fuck…you’ll kill me,” he growled, his lust-filled voice full of wonder as he slowly withdrew, pressed back in, withdrew, then pressed harder, until they were once again moving in a vicious, violent need for every ounce of pleasure and sensation they could wring from the passionate encounter. An intensely erotic experience they both knew they’d want…need…again and again.

The tighter she gripped him, the harder he rode and stroked her, until they were groaning and shouting and grinding together in another volcanic, earth-shattering, ground-shifting release. Ryan shot up into her in a powerful blast of cum that had her shaking beneath him, her muscles contracting tighter and tighter as his wicked fingers propelled her into an orgasm so strong, she thought she must have passed out.

Time was lost, forgotten, and when she came back to reality, he was falling to his side as he carried her down with him in the tight circle of his arms, crushing her back to his chest—his cock still nestled up tight within her body, content in its place, as if it belonged there. They were sticky and wet with cum, sealed together from their fluids in a poignant, emotional melding of bodies that neither wanted to end.

Neither spoke, but the idea of words seemed such a harsh intrusion into so meaningful a silence. They drifted, together, lost in the moment—and a little in awe of it.

Later, after some awkward maneuvering and a quick run through the shower, Shea lay warm and soft in his arms again, sleeping against his chest in utter exhaustion, while Ryan struggled to regain some sort of grip on reality. Damn, he was so far out there, flying on the biggest high of his life, but terrified he was going to make a complete jackass of himself. This couldn’t be good, because it was too fucking good.

The woman in his arms had become his entire friggin’ existence—completely blindsiding him.

She sighed against his chest, snuggled closer against him, and he wanted to take her all over again. No, not good at all. He’d been too damn rough with her, which was putting it lightly considering the way he’d nailed her sweet little ass, and she did need some downtime, even if his insatiable prick didn’t give a fuck. Come to think of it, her precious little cunt probably wouldn’t protest another go either, greedy little thing that it was, but he was going to be gallant, even if it killed him.

Trying not to think about it, he sifted his fingers through the soft strands of her silky curls, loving the way they felt. Loving the warm press of her body against his, the moist heat of her sex-swollen cunt against his hip, her soft thigh draped over his aching cock. Jesus, he was in love with her. He knew it, felt it, but he couldn’t accept it. Not yet. No way in hell.

He knew he wanted Shea, but there was no sense rushing this—this thing between them. Especially when she had this irrational, terrifying, utterly consuming hold on him. He needed time to work it out, time to learn how to handle it without making an utter ass of himself. They could take their time. Take it easy. Work up to living together, and in the meantime, he’d have her close.

Hell, she was right next door. He’d be able to see her every day, sleep beside her every night. They could even take turns whose apartment they stayed at. He’d make it clear their relationship would remain exclusive, and eventually they’d take those next steps.

Eventually.

Ryan’s arms held her closer, crushing her to him as he tried to ignore the disturbing feeling that it wasn’t going to be enough, that he needed those other steps now. It had to be, damn it, because he just wasn’t ready to throw his heart out on the line. He could only hope Shea felt the same—or hell, that she felt anything at all.

After what seemed like hours of trying to work this thing out in his mind, Ryan finally felt the need for sleep. Taking care not to hurt her, he gave in to the urge and gently pushed his cock back up inside of her, needing to feel it wrapped up warmly in her body where it belonged. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple and her swollen mouth, luxuriating in the ecstasy of having her close, of being buried deep inside her with her scent surrounding him. Then he fell into a deep sleep with his body touching hers, inside and out, skin sealed to skin, heart against heart.

She had had him for a week.

The best damn week of her life.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not nearly enough. Oh, she’d experienced enough mind-shattering physical sensation to blow every brain cell she had, but her heart wanted more.

Her heart wanted it all.

It wanted the throbbing pulse of pleasure that he forced down her nerve endings until she was screaming and writhing in blood-pounding ecstasy, his wickedly talented cock teaching her things she’d never even known about herself. The limitless lust and need and ravenous, insatiable, demanding hunger he could pound through her system, making her beg and plead for the warm, sweet, clenching gush of orgasm until her throat ached. Making her plead until they were a grinding, pounding union of skin, sweat, and eager mouths and hands that couldn’t get enough of each other—not to mention cock and cunt that seemed to never want to separate.

It was a passionate, sexual heaven. A physically decadent paradise. A pure, blissful perfection of everything she had known she would find in Ryan McCall’s arms. He gave her everything—all that he was—except for that one part she wanted more than anything.

His damn stubborn heart.

Throughout the long week, he’d called her on her cell during her breaks between classes, just to talk with her. Sometimes their conversations were playful, teasing, and yet others were just a sweet, simple sharing of their days. They’d laugh about the latest staff room rumor and he’d bitch about the snag in his latest case. It was surprising how she looked forward to those moments almost as much as the physical ones—just learning about his life and day-to-day routine. He was so funny and sexy and exciting to be around—and everything she’d felt for him leading up to last Friday night had only intensified over the course of the last seven days.

And then yesterday, he’d nearly made her come by the sound of his voice alone, in the middle of the university’s cafeteria, as he described in explicit, delicious detail how they were going to sixty-nine when they got home that night. Despite all they’d done—all she’d experienced at his hands—that was still one sweet spot that they’d yet to explore. Something they’d kept just out of reach, letting the slow, sweet burn of anticipation build. Ryan’s deep voice, so rough and suggestive, had set her on edge, and his promised words had kept her in a state of constant arousal to the point where she’d felt she was going to either burst or melt into a pulsing puddle of need in her plastic chair.

It’d been one of their most erotic experiences yet, his husky point-by-point description of everything they would do. “I’m going to spread those pretty pussy lips, open you wide, and suck on your swollen clit until you’re shaking and crying and that hot little cunt is soaked in your cream. And when you’re jerking against my face, all wet and juicy, sucking my cock down your throat, sucking on it like you want to fucking swallow it, your hot little mouth packed full of it—then I’m going to give you my tongue and fuck that delicious hole until your juices are spilling all over me, sliding down my throat, fucking filling me up.”

Damn, that man knew how to drive her wild. When her last class let out, she’d rushed home like a demon was on her ass and spent an hour soaking in a hot bath full of vanilla scented bubbles, careful to avoid her pulsing, aching clit—wanting to stretch the anticipation out for all it was worth.

And when he’d walked through her door, his hands already going to the buttons of his fly, fingers ripping them loose as fast as they’d go, his sinful blue eyes eating her alive, she’d flooded with cream, the telling juices trickling down her thighs. He’d growled a feral sound of hunger when he’d reached her, her flimsy robe gone within the span of a breath, and then they’d been rolling across her late great aunt’s Oriental carpet, lips and tongues and limbs tangling in a carnal demand of flesh and lust. She couldn’t even recall how they’d made it from standing to lying, her senses too absorbed with hunger for the taste and scent of his hard, warm body as skin and muscle shifted in their urgent movements against one another.

His mouth had been everywhere, licking and kissing as if he were starved for every inch of her, every delicate nuance of her body. Ravenous for everything that made her so different from every other woman he’d ever known. The sensitive skin behind her ears. The back of her neck and her pierced little navel. The insides of her elbows. The hollows of her hipbones.

When they finally shifted, mouths to throbbing cock and sweet, slippery cunt, Shea had thought she would die from the rush of pure, erotic awareness.

And all the while, Ryan had rasped hot, detailed, sexy commands against the sensitive flesh of her pussy, telling her what to do, teaching her how to draw it out until they were both trembling with desperation, their bodies slick with need. And when he couldn’t take it anymore, when she’d driven him beyond his limit, he’d growled out his demands, firing her with the desire to blow his mind.

Oh, shit…more, baby.

Deeper.

All the way down—suck it in.

Fucking suck it deep.

More…more…more.

And she’d moaned with savage satisfaction when she finally pushed him over the edge and they flooded into one another, coming with such force they’d nearly shouted themselves hoarse.