Exquisite Danger (16 page)

Now I was the one rubbing his back, soothing the unspoken fear that was at the heart of his words. “You’re not God. You can’t predict the future, and you can’t be everywhere at once.”

“We’ll see about that,” he muttered. “Just promise me, baby girl, that you’ll take a moment to think before you act, that you won’t put yourself in danger.”

“I won’t purposely put myself in danger, but I will deal with whatever comes my way. I love you, Miguel, with all of my heart, and I will fight to protect you, always.”

He gently cupped my chin and lifted my face to his. The look in his eyes wasn’t one of anger and fear anymore, but lust and determination. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? Any idea what you mean to me?”

“Of course I do.” I placed a gentle kiss on his full lips. “Because you mean the same to me. But you’re still an asshole, and if you keep this up, I’m going to punch you right in your baby maker.”

His laughter ghosted over me and he shook his head, rubbing our noses together. “But then I wouldn’t be able to fuck you.”

I grunted. “Good point, you owe me an apology.”

Light reflected in his eyes from the moon as he titled his head and gave me a slow smile. “I do, don’t I.”

His voice held a carnal edge that sent a shiver up my spine. “May I suggest something?”

I ran my hand over the firm expanse of his chest, trailing my fingers over the patches on his vest. “What would that be?”

He whispered the words against my sensitive lips, making me tingle from head to toe. “Sometime in the future I want you to torture me with orgasm denial.”

“What…how?”

“You’ll take me to the edge of coming, any way you want, then keep me from going over. By the time you do bring me to the edge for the third time I’ll be out of my mind with the need to come. My cock will get harder than you’ve ever seen it, drip pre-cum for you while I strain to get you to make me shoot. But when you do give me permission to climax I’m gonna do it inside of you and wring a dozen rough orgasms out of that hot, pink cunt of yours. First time’s gonna go fast, but I’ll still be hard after I come. I won’t pull out, I’ll just continue to fuck you until you pass out. I’ve never given that kind of control up to a woman before, but I trust you.”

Completely under his sexual spell at this point I faintly whispered. “Why don’t we do that now?”

“Because right now I need to fuck you. I need to know that you’re okay, that you’re alive. I’ve never dealt with this kind of worry before, baby girl, so have some patience with me. Yeah? If I fuck up again, and I probably will, I promise I’ll talk with you about it instead of shuttin’ you out.”

“Okay.” I pressed my hips into his, grinding against his thick erection, but our lips still hadn’t touched. “Smoke?”

“What is it baby?”

“Kiss me.”

Our play quickly turned from a brush of lips to our tongues tangling together while we clung to each other. Smoke was holding me so tight I had trouble drawing a deep breath, but oxygen was overrated. Right now I felt like I could live off the divine sensations of his delicious lips, and survive on his breath and touch alone. Lovely, soothing pleasure unfurled in my body, and I embraced the distraction only Smoke could provide. My fears, the tension, everything was swept away in a tide of desire, and I was ravenous for him.

Smoke must have felt the same way because his cock was like a thick iron bar, and I rocked myself on him. We were separated by our pants, but not for long.

He cupped my breasts and squeezed them gently. “Gotta have you, baby. Take your pants off, but keep your shirt on.”

“Can anyone see us?” I shot a quick glance over my shoulder at the area where I’d seen movement, but there was nothing there.

“No one’s out here, but let’s move back a bit in case anyone comes out back for a piss in the woods. No one gets to see your spectacular body but me.”

He helped me stand then took me over to the portion of the roof with the door leading down to the clubhouse. Giving me a wicked smile that was a flash of white teeth, he spread out the towel then held his hand out to me. I slipped my fingers into his and he gently tugged me closer until our bodies were separated by less than an inch. His heat shimmered off my skin, and I leaned forward, taking a deep inhalation of his scent, richer now than it had been this morning.

He swept my hair over my shoulder with a gentle touch then ran his hands over my torso. “You are so damn beautiful, Swan, but as stunning as you are on the outside, your soul is even sweeter. I need to make up for being such a bastard and hurting you. I should kiss you until that pain goes away.”

Before I could ask what he was talking about, he sank down onto his knees before me. The towel cushioned him as he settled back on his heels and tugged me forward. I was curious about what he was going to do while he studied me in the moonlight, his gaze tracing me like a caress. A pleased rumble escaped him, and he rubbed his face against my lower belly. I ran my fingers through his hair, toying with his loose curls, and absorbing his love.

Deft fingers unbuttoned my pants and slowly slid them down. A growl rumbled in his throat at the sight of my black lace panties. “Such a pretty baby.”

The feeling of him licking the edge of that lace, his hot breath seeping through the delicate fabric, sent a bolt of hard lust through me. I buried my hands in his hair and tried to direct him to where I really wanted his lips. That aching little bundle of nerves between my legs pounded to the beat of my heart as blood rushed to my pelvis.

A ripple of shock moved through me when he grabbed the lace with his teeth then bit and tore at my panties until the crotch was shredded, my pussy exposed to him surrounded by the remains of my panties. My breath came out choppy as he continued to tease me, licking at my slit with feather-light touches as I tried to spread my legs wider and give him better access, but I was hindered by my pants, which were trapped around my ankles by my hiking boots.

The best I could do was hang onto his shoulders while I tilted my hips to his mouth. Adding to my frustration, he kept his touch light, teasing, and it drove me crazy with desire. I grasped his hair in my fists hard enough that it must have stung. My libido was firmly running the show right now, and it didn’t give a shit what I did as long as an orgasm was the result. He groaned deep in his throat and spread my pussy lips wide open so my clit was fully exposed to him.

I sucked in a sharp breath when he placed a lingering kiss right on my clit. “Oh, God.”

“Not God...Miguel” he murmured before he began to lick me in earnest.

While I knew he was exceptionally good at eating pussy, the way he was making out with my clit was a whole other deal. He kissed and sucked, and flicked that little bud with his tongue, driving me higher and higher until I was trying to hump his face, pressing my pussy into him like the shameless hussy I was. My lower stomach fluttered with small muscle spasms that were almost like mini-orgasms and I bit my lower lip, moaning with each flick of his tongue.

He lifted his face from my sex, his lips shiny with my arousal. “You gonna come for me, baby girl? Your little bud is all stiff and swollen, begging for me. Want me to make you climax against my face?”

The best I could do was whimper, and before I knew it, Smoke was on his feet and turning me to face the door. Shivers moved through me as he placed my hands on the cool surface of the door, his big hands enveloping mine while he ground his denim-covered cock against my bare ass. With my pants still around my ankles I was hobbled, which in an odd way, added to my arousal. Being at Smoke’s mercy just flat out did it for me, and I loved it when he took charge of my willing body.

In response, I rocked my hips back against him in a tight circle and he groaned, then bit the side of my neck hard enough that I wondered if I’d have a hickey, not that I really gave a shit. I’d take bruises all over my body in exchange for the otherworldly pleasure of his touch. Trust kept me in place when he released my hands and bent me at the hips so my ass was sticking way out. Anticipation hummed through me like an electrical storm, and I found it hard to stay still. I needed to move to release this buildup of energy. I felt so alive, so present in this moment that the world took on a hyper-clarity. The cool night breeze danced over the exposed parts of my body, chilling me for a moment before Smoke resumed his dominant stance behind me.

When he rubbed the head of his cock through my arousal I let out a pained groan, my entire body throbbing with the need to have him inside of me.

He grasped my hair with one hand then jerked me back so my body was now bowed. Thank God I did a lot of yoga; otherwise, this position would have been painful. Instead, it only made me more desperate for him. I loved it when he took me over like this, when he forced my attention on him until the world faded away to nothing but this amazing, terrifying man behind me.

“Baby, while I’ve apologized for being an asshole, it’s time for you to take your punishment for putting yourself in danger, for scaring the fuck out of me when you ran away, and for making me think that you’d been taken from me, that I couldn’t protect you. You run, I’ll always find you, always, because I can’t live without you.”

Despite his gentle tone, his grip was punishing. He continued to torment me, rubbing his cock over my clit, barely pushing the crest into me before pulling out. This cranked my arousal higher until I shook with need, but he still didn’t give me any relief. He played my body until I was sobbing, begging him to end the teasing, begging him to fuck me and cool the burn inside me. I was so desperate to have him fill me, to feel that incredible connection between body and soul, but he continued to punish me until tears dripped from my eyes and onto the dark gravel under my feet.

“Please, please, Smoke, I’m sorry.”

He teased my soaking wet entrance. “What are you sorry for, baby girl?”

“For scaring you, for doubting you, for doubting myself. Please!”

With a slight push he eased the first couple inches of his substantial erection into me and I screamed in pleasure. Fuck, his denial had worked me into a frenzied state. I don’t know what it was about Smoke telling me ‘no’, but it got all my gears turning, and I was absolutely savage with lust. I needed him to want me, I needed him to love me and desire me, because when we were making love, I felt so connected to him that it was almost like our hearts beat as one and I knew I wasn’t alone.

“You gonna do it again?” he taunted in a strained voice while holding my hips as still as he could with his superior strength.

“No!”

Another inch of his cock was pushed into my swollen sex. “Are you going to obey me?”

Even in my lust-induced fog those words made it to my brain, and I shuddered as I tried to think. “Probably not?”

He chuckled and stopped moving, leaving me bereft with my inner muscles squeezing hard on him. “Always a fighter. One of the things I love about you, but you need to let me protect you, and I can’t protect you if you don’t at least consider what I have to say.”

I shot him an incredulous look. “You want to have this conversation now?”

His grin was pure wickedness as he flexed his hips into me. “Got your attention, don’t I?”

All I could do was grunt as he buried himself to the hilt in a smooth glide. My breath came out in quick pants as I squeezed my eyes closed and began rubbing my clit hard and fast. Before I could reach my climax, my body hot and heavy with the building tension, Smoke snatched my hand away and pulled almost all they way out then pushed himself in balls-deep, making me keen and arch against him. He’d never released my hair and used it to control me even when I tried to buck against him, tried to ease the ache and the intensity of being so full of him.

And yet, I loved being controlled by him.

What did that say about me?

His breath was hot against my hair as he whispered, “Feel that? Feel the energy between us, the way your body fits mine perfectly? I’ve waited my whole life for you, Swan Anderson, and I won’t let your pride get you killed.”

Whatever reply I might have had came out in a strangled moan as he began to fuck me. My mind shut down and I sank deeper into Smoke’s embrace, submitting to his masterful touch, giving myself over to him completely as he shoved himself all the way in me with a bone-melting grunt. The unforgiving impact of his body against mine sent a bright burst of pain through my pelvis as he hit my cervix. That little bit of discomfort quickly turned into harsh pleasure as he began to thrust into me, slow and hard. Despite wearing a bra, my breasts bounced and swayed with each thrust. I groaned low in my throat and ground my hips against him. He stilled then caught my rhythm, giving me exactly what I needed. The coiled tension inside of me released, my muscles trembling as I came hard enough that bright lights flashed behind my eyelids. Behind me, Smoke didn’t miss a beat, pounding into me over and over again until I came three more times, changing the rhythm up with each climax to match what I wanted.

By this point, I was limp, held up only by my hands weakly braced against the wall and Smoke’s grip on my hips. He’d released my hair after my second orgasm and was now running his hands over the exposed parts of my body while kissing along the side of my neck. I was damp with sweat and his scent overwhelmed me, his presence taking over every one of my senses. He completely covered me with his body, his hands pressing over mine on the wall, caging me with his strength. He managed to build me up again, my exhausted body trying to give him every drop of my pleasure.

His deep voice rumbled against the side of my neck while he did this twisting thing at the end of each thrust that made me see stars. I loved this man, this beast who rutted on me, but managed to hold his strength in check enough to keep from harming me. He fucked me like he owned me. Even though my inner feminist fought the notion, my inner slut loved it because it wasn’t being owned in a negative sense. No, this was belonging to the most powerful beast in the jungle and considering him my equal.

“Gonna come,” he growled. “Get on your knees.”