Holiday Bound (6 page)

She held onto his shoulders as if for dear life, her nails scoring him, and he paused, fully sheathed inside her, then grabbed her arms. He pinned her wrists to the floor above her head, holding them there with one hand. He resumed fucking her while their gazes held, savoring the image of her breasts bobbing in the wake of their forceful joining, restrained beneath him…utterly
his
.

At least for this brief moment of time.

The volatile thought caused his cock to lurch furiously in her tight sheath. It was too late…he couldn’t take anymore of this potent torture. He reached between them, massaging her slick clit, desperate for her to join him in the beckoning conflagration.

She cried out sharply. At the sensation of the walls of her vagina convulsing around him and a rush of heat around his cock, he thrust deep. He roared as climax ripped through him…as he lost himself in the consuming depths of Angeline’s fires.

He’d been so rough with her.
No
…
not
rough, that wasn’t right. Demanding and utterly confident she’d meet his demands.

She had, much to her amazement.

And she’d loved it.

It was crazy what had just happened. A lunacy to be feared or an insanity to be treasured—Angeline didn’t know which.

He lifted his dark head from the juncture of her neck and shoulder and pressed his lips to her leaping pulse. His heat penetrated into her, making her shiver, and Angeline knew whatever had just occurred—madness or magic—it couldn’t be denied.

The fires in his blue eyes were banked when he met her gaze, but Angeline sensed they were ready to leap forth at a touch…at a word. Alex Carradine may not be polished, but he was the most vibrant man she’d ever met. His passion stunned her in its immediacy, its intensity.

Best to admit it. She’d never felt more alive in her life than in those flaming moments Alex had branded her with his singular passion.

“Are you all right?” he rasped.

She nodded, her throat clogged by the unasked question,
what now
?

His eyelids narrowed slightly. Angeline wondered bemusedly if she’d actually spoken the question out loud.

“
Don’t
. Not now. Now’s not the time to worry about it. I’m going to make love to you again. Maybe after that you can worry, but not now, Angeline.”

Her throat convulsed as she swallowed the knot in it with difficulty. His boldness, the sheer force of his character stunned her a little. How could Mitchell make his son out to be an immature rebel with no backbone? Angeline couldn’t have imagined an individual who was more opposite in that representation until she’d met Alex. As a matter of fact, Alex was so rich in character, she’d begun to suspect that Mitchell’s portrayal of his son was purposefully inaccurate. Why that would be, she didn’t know.

“You would have been a billionaire if you stayed in business, do you know that?” she whispered.

His handsome mouth pulled in irritation. “I
am
in business.”

“I’m not echoing your father, Alex. I just meant that you could tell a person they needed to buy a truckload of umbrellas in the desert, and they’d do it.”

He leaned down until their faces were only inches apart, his gaze spearing her. She felt his cock swell inside her and bit her lower lip to stifle a whimper.

“Does that mean you’re buying the umbrellas?”

“I’m considering it,” she whispered. “Which says a lot. Because I know for a fact its absolute lunacy and I’m going to regret it later on.”

His hard mouth softened infinitesimally, telling her he liked her answer. “Useless to regret the inevitable.” He gave her an assessing glance before he pushed his upper body off her. “Speaking of umbrellas…I think I better open up another one. The old one got pretty well used in that storm.”

The whimper of arousal she’d been holding in erupted out of her throat as a cry of protest when he withdrew. She watched in fascination as he knelt next to her and light and shadow dappled his big, muscular, naked body. She thought of battle-hardened Roman soldiers, of warrior gods naked of their armor.

He glanced up in the process of removing the condom and caught her staring. She didn’t know what he saw on her face, but he went entirely still. His features went rigid.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but then he just shook his head and returned to his task, and Angeline went back to gaping. His penis still looked full and formidable—firm enough that the new condom he rolled on stretched tightly across his girth. She longed to touch him, taste him, but he came back over her a few seconds later and once again slid his cock into her slit.

“
You’re
beauty, Angeline.”

Her mouth fell open at the impact of being impaled by him again combined with his gruffly uttered—and damnably sweet—turn of phrase.

Then he kissed her neck languorously, and Angeline realized that he hadn’t wanted their post-coital intimacy to end, despite the necessity of requiring a new condom. He wanted to stretch the moment.

Make it last.

The realization made her eyelids burn for some reason.

He nuzzled her lips with his own and she turned her head. Their mouths fit perfectly, just as their bodies did. For long, delicious moments, they kissed while his cock throbbed and swelled inside her.

It felt decadent, wildly erotic, to move so slowly and languidly from the heated afterglow to the simmering burn once again.

She couldn’t get enough of his lips, his tongue, his taste. It was as if she’d thirsted her whole life and never knew for what, precisely, until that moment. No one had ever kissed her like Alex did. He ate her mouth and plundered her depths as if she were the last sensual feast in which he’d ever partake. It was the sweetest intoxicant a woman could drink, to feel a man such as Alex’s sexual desire as if it were as real as his dense, flexing muscle and the hard flesh that joined their bodies for this brief, carnal union.

He lifted his head and pressed his lips to her neck. His mouth opened as she murmured, as though he wanted to consume the vibrations of his name in her throat. Her head fell back, exposing more of her skin for his ravishment.

He moved as he explored her with his lips, stroking her pussy slowly, carefully building their fire. He nibbled lightly at her earlobe and she shivered.

“Are you sore—from the first time?” he asked quietly as he continued to stroke her, causing a delicious friction to build in her pussy—like a sexual itch that needed to be scratched at all costs.

“No.” She turned her head and brushed her mouth against his, then bit at his lower lip.

“No?” he rasped as he nipped her back. “I rode you hard.”

“I liked it, as I recall.”

He lifted his head and stroked her more deeply while their gazes held. His satisfied grunt pleased her on some primal level.

“You’re very tight, but very wet. I suppose that helps things. You fit me better than I imagined you would. And I imagined plenty.”

She didn’t know how to respond to that. So she stared up at him while his cock massaged her deeply and thoroughly, drowning in sensation. It was intensely intimate to lie there while he fucked her, their previous climaxes keeping the wildfire at bay, but still…

The burn scorched her almost as greatly as Alex’s stare did.

It became too much to bear. He was practically a stranger to her, after all. She turned her head away and closed her eyes. Her hips shifted beneath him, moving in a counter rhythm to his thrusts.

“Look at me, Angeline,” he demanded after a moment, never ceasing his shallow, slow thrusts.

She clutched her eyes shut. It was bad enough she was doing this wild, impulsive thing—fucking her boyfriend’s son in the secret darkness of night. Why did it have to make her feel so unbearably raw, as well, like his gaze could cut down to her very soul?

He pushed into her to the hilt and drew tiny circles with his hips, stimulating her clit. She hissed in pleasure, and then moaned when he stopped.

“I said look at me, Angeline.”

She felt an overpowering urge to follow his command. That realization made her more determined not to do it. She clamped her eyelids and tightened her vaginal muscles, squeezing him…taunting him into riding her hard once again, begging him to steer her over the edge into blissful forgetfulness.

He groaned roughly. Her eyes flew open when he withdrew. He had her flipped over onto her belly before any cohesive thought could enter her brain.

“What the—?”

She stopped mid-sentence when he grabbed her hips, lifting them off the sleeping bag. He placed first one pillow beneath them, and then took hold of the one her head had been resting on previously and shoved that beneath her hips as well. A cry of surprise popped out of her throat when he landed a spank on her right buttock. It didn’t hurt, necessarily, but it stung. She tried to sit up and roll away, but he leaned down and placed his forearm across her lower back, keeping her in place. He smacked her bottom as she squirmed beneath him, surprised and outraged by his treatment.

“Stop it, you jerk!” she squalled when he cracked her ass again—this time on the lower curve of her bottom. Her flesh tingled and burned, and the sensation had somehow transferred to her pussy as well. Everything down there felt hot and prickly with arousal.

She went still when the thought struck her full force. She was getting
turned on
by being spanked.

“That’s right, best to just take it,” Alex muttered gruffly, mistaking her sudden stillness for acquiescence and not amazement. And maybe it was, Angeline thought dazedly, as Alex’s big palm struck her ass again and wetness surged from her pussy at the sound of flesh cracking against flesh and the resulting sting of enlivened nerves.

“Are you going to stay still?” Alex asked after he’d spanked her once more.

Angeline just nodded, still irritated by his heavy-handedness, but curious about her body’s powerful response to his actions.

“Put your forehead down on the sleeping bag, then,” he instructed. It took her a moment to really process what he’d said, she was so focused on the sensation of him rubbing his big hand over her ass, soothing the prickling nerves. Because he’d placed the pillows under her hips, her bottom stuck up in the air. Her position made her feel vulnerable and incredibly aroused at once.

She found herself wondering what she felt like beneath his palm. Hot? Smooth? He certainly seemed to enjoy stroking her while he waited. Excitement swelled in her breast as she slowly placed her forehead on the sleeping bag, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

“Is this because I refused to open my eyes?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied as he continued to rub her bottom. She yelped in surprise when he abruptly drew back his hand and gave her a firm spank. “But mostly I’m just doing it because I want to.” He spanked her again, and this time she managed to keep still. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like being spanked?”

“I don’t know. I never have been before. You make it sound like it’s a normal part of sex.”

He swatted her again, firing her nerves. She began to understand his rhythm. First he’d spank her, and then he’d linger and shape her flesh to his palm, rubbing the skin as if to soothe the burn he’d just created. When he withdrew, she found herself holding her breath in anticipation, waiting for the next crack of his palm. Her thighs were spread slightly. Angeline found herself wanting to press on the pillows to alleviate the sharp arousal that plagued her clit.

“With an ass like yours, it ought to be,” he muttered as he stroked a tingling buttock. She heard the gruff quality to his deep voice and tried to twist her head around to see him. Somehow it seemed imperative to see his face at that moment, to know that he really was as undone by this impulsive, crazy experience as her.

He paused in the action of rubbing her bottom in such a lascivious manner and glanced up at her. Something in his rigid expression reassured her, despite what he did next. She’d barely taken in the sight of his cock flicking upward in arousal before he put his hand at the back of her head. He gently, but firmly, pushed her forehead back on the sleeping bag. The dominant gesture sent a pang of lust through her pussy. She pushed down against the pillows, trying desperately to alleviate the growing friction that grew in her flesh.

He lifted her hips like he had before, his strength stunning her even amidst her annoyance at being deprived of her source of stimulation. She would have thought she weighed no more than a child’s doll. It was a singular feeling for a woman who had always worried about her size in comparison to a man. She felt feminine being held in Alex’s big hands, and a strange, erotic combination of both vulnerability and power.

“Put your hands out in front of you and keep them there.”

For some unknown reason, the rough quality to his voice didn’t alarm her in the slightest. Maybe because, on some deep level, she sensed his harshness came from arousal at the breaking point, not from any source of cruelty. Her breathing came more erratically as she followed his instructions. She was almost entirely blinded by her position and the curtain of her hair falling around her. She lay there, prone and helpless. In her mind’s eye, she imagined how glorious he must look, kneeling there behind her, his muscles flexed hard as he held her ass in his hands.

The anticipation building inside her felt almost unbearable.

He shifted his hands on her captive hips. She cried out in excitement when she felt the hard head of his cock pressing to her slit. He entered her with gentle thrusts, his possession made challenging since her legs weren’t spread wide. Her pussy strained and stretched to accept him, but he was insistent. Soon he stroked her with three or four inches of his length…but no more. The way he held her hips captive made it impossible for her to move him further into her body.

She groaned in frustration. Her clit sizzled with excitement. Her vagina clamped his penis, so hungry to have him take full possession.