Just Once (18 page)

“I’m close,” he warns. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I sink to my knees before him, his massive erection bobbing in front of my face. A dot of pre-come rests on the end, and I lick it off. He braces his hands on the door, and I look up to find him watching me. I stick out my tongue and trace the length of him, root to tip and back. The muscles in his neck are bulging with the effort not to pound into my mouth. I wrap a hand around the base of his cock to control the depth, then open my lips and take him in.

“Ah, shit…” he groans, punching the door with one hand. “Kate…”

“Mm-hmm?” I ask, mouth wrapped around his cock. I feel his body shake, like the vibrations are traveling up his spine.

“Suck it harder,” he orders, fighting for control.

The thought that I could have this big, stoic man at my mercy makes my pussy spasm, and I suck him in deeper, harder, twisting my hand, feeling him bump against the back of my throat. I control the pace for a while, then one of his hands finds its way into my damp hair and curls into a fist at the nape of my neck. Soon he’s setting the pace, thrusting his cock into my mouth, holding my head still to receive him.

I open my mouth wide and slowly look up. The second our eyes meet, his snap shut, and he starts to come. I grip his ass and hold him inside me when he tries to pull away. I suck until he groans desperately, my tongue working the underside of his shaft. When the last drops are spent I let him go, and he flops back against the door then sinks down to the floor beside me.

“Fuuuuuck.” He runs a hand over his face. I see beads of sweat on his brow and smile to myself as they trickle down his temple. Our eyes meet, and he shakes his head ruefully. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he says, eyes dark.

I’m too limp to be alarmed. “Why not?”

He leans over to kiss me, pressing his lips to mine for a long, quiet moment. “Because now,” he says finally, “when I fuck you, it’s going to last forever.”

“Promises,” I say dismissively.

“Get on the bed.”

My eyebrows lift in surprise. “Are you—”

“Now.”

“Shane—”

“I’m a very patient and understanding man outside the bedroom —” he begins, straight-faced.

“That is not true.”

He ignores me. “But in the bedroom, I’m the boss.”

“Who’s boss in the living room?”

He smirks. “I am.”

“The dining room?”

“Me.”

“The kitchen?”

“Me again.”

“You’re the boss of everything?”

He leans over and slides his hand back between my legs, slipping his rough fingers through my swollen folds. “Yes, Kate,” he says. “I’m the boss of everything.”

As far as I’m concerned, Shane will never be the “boss of everything,” but at the moment I’m willing to let him have his silly little illusion. Seconds later I fall back onto the bed, and Shane lowers himself on top of me. The blankets feel as soft as they did the first night, but there’s little time to think about that when I finally feel the weight of his magnificent body on mine. He’s hot and hard everywhere, his chest crushing my breasts, his thigh between mine.

He braces one arm beside my head and lowers his face to kiss me. There’s something so sweet about this bossy man closing his eyes as he kisses, something gentle and hard all at once. His other hand finds my nipple and pinches it between his fingers, easy at first, then tighter, then tightly enough that I arch my back and cry out, trying to pull away.

“I’m the boss, Kate,” he reminds me, silencing me with his tongue.

I twist my head away. “I’m not into kinky shit,” I warn him. “No pain.”

“No pain,” he agrees, releasing my breast and using that hand to turn my face back to his. “But don’t say no unless you mean it.”

“I mean it.”

He kisses me. “I hear you.”

I keep my eyes open as his tongue finds mine, and he does the same. He holds out longer than I do. We’re too close, the intimacy too heightened, and finally I close my eyes. He returns his hand to my breast, stroking the sensitive flesh, eventually circling back to my nipple, pinching it between his fingers.

I inhale sharply, but he merely switches hands, using one to hold himself above me while the other works over my left breast. Again he twists my nipple in his fingers, tighter and tighter, until I’m clenching my knees around his massive thigh, trying not to say no if it’s not what I really mean.

“Shane.”

“Kate.”

“I don’t—”

He sits back on his knees and there’s the fleeting worry that he’s mad, but he merely rearranges our legs so he’s between my splayed thighs, staring down at my shiny pink sex. He looks back up at me and licks his finger and thumb, then reaches between my legs and unerringly finds my still-sensitive clit. He pinches it lightly, then harder, mimicking the previous treatment of my nipples.

My hips squirm as the grip tightens and soon I’m all out writhing, especially when his second hand joins the first and one finger rubs my still-tormented clit. “Shane!” I shout finally, jerking my hips away.

“Give me everything, Kate.”

“What do you want?” I cry, covering myself with my hands.

“I want you to trust me.”

“I do.”

“Put your hands on the pillow.”

“Please don’t ask me—”

“I won’t do anything you don’t like.”

“I don’t—”

That damned eyebrow cuts me off. “Are you sure?”

I close my eyes and try to calm down. Am I sure? I’m not a child, of course I’m sure. I’m a thirty-year-old woman who knows…Who is certain…

My hands drift to my breasts, my fingers finding my throbbing nipples. I bite my lip when my fingertips flutter over them. Heat shoots directly from my breasts to my clit, making it swell. What the hell is happening? I have never been aroused by someone touching my nipples, but now…I test the theory again, flicking the tender tips of my breasts, and again a corresponding well of lust opens at my core. What the hell has this man done to me?

“Kate,” Shane interrupts dryly. “You’re killing me.”

I open my eyes to find him crouched between my legs, condom-clad erection pointed in my direction.

“I want you to fuck me,” I say, putting my hands on the pillow.

“I will,” he promises, gripping behind my knees and pushing them up and out, making me gasp. I can feel my pussy spreading, displaying all the tender pink pieces inside. I’m more vulnerable and exposed than I would ever care to be, but all I can really think about is the fiery need that threatens to consume me.

I close my eyes and expect to feel Shane’s cock at my entrance, but instead I feel his teeth on my inner thigh, then his tongue pushing inside my swollen folds.

“Shit!” I hiss. My hips jerk up reflexively, but he’s ready, big hands holding me open, keeping me in place for his questing tongue. He licks all around, teeth tugging gently, until finally his lips circle my clit and he begins a pulsing, rhythmic suction.

“I want you inside,” I groan, feeling his damp hair slip through my fingers.

“Hands on the pillow,” he orders.

“Why?”

A muffled laugh. “Because I said so.”

I grunt my dissatisfaction with his answer but return my hand to the pillow. All of my energy is concentrated between my legs, on the tiny bundle of nerves this divine, brutal man knows just how to torture. My hips move of their own volition, thrusting into Shane’s face, his teasing tongue, but he’s pressing me into the mattress so firmly that it’s just my stomach muscles moving, quivering desperately as something deep, deep inside starts to tremble.

“There it is,” he whispers, pushing two fingers back into me, curling them up toward the ceiling, finding just the spot.

I cry out, giving in, giving everything, as Shane sucks and strokes me all the way to hell and back, freeing me enough to let me arch up when I explode. His mouth and fingers follow as I try to squirm away, extending the pleasure, the agony, until I beg him to stop, swearing I can’t take any more.

“No more?” he asks, rising above me, using one hand to guide his cock to my still-clenching entrance. “Not even one?”

“Not even—ohhhhh.” I groan as he pushes inside. Shane’s not waiting for permission. He already knows he has it. Tender flesh parts, and I moan and stir to accommodate him. I’ve never felt something like this—never been with someone so big. So strong. So determined. So in control. I remember watching his face contort as I sucked his cock, and I appreciate now what it must have meant for him to let go that way, however briefly, knowing the power he keeps on such a thin leash.

“All the way,” he whispers against my neck. His elbows rest on the mattress on either side of my shoulders, and my hands are still on the pillow, if only because I’m too weak to put them anywhere else. My thighs are spread to accept him, and I feel him everywhere, in every piece of me, deeper than anyone has ever been when he finally seats himself to the hilt.

“Oh God,” I breathe, feeling my pussy squeeze him, testing out the invader.

“You’re so perfect,” he mumbles into my throat, sucking the soft skin in between his teeth until I tug away.

“You’re so big,” I reply.

I’m rewarded with a laugh I can feel rumbling through his chest, and I can’t help but smile. Shane lifts his head and threads his fingers through mine, holding my hands to the bed as he begins to move—slow, dragging thrusts that rasp against too-tender tissues.

I recall his promise/threat to last forever, and my heart pounds.
Now and forever
, I think. I’m ready for the now. When he’s pushed deep inside, I force my sore muscles to clench down on his cock, and Shane arches his back, face tightening in pain and pleasure.

“Kate,” he warns.

“
Shane
,” I return.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

“It’s about time.”

And he does. He rears those broad hips back and slams into me, again and again and again. I slide up the bed and he releases one hand so I can brace myself against the wall. I give him everything, thighs wide, meeting and accepting each brutal thrust. Sweat gathers on his brow, and his mouth mashes against mine, teeth clashing, tongues mating, until finally—
finally
—the pressure that’s been building for weeks finds the outlet it’s been looking for. Everything in me converges in that one place, clamping down tightly and refusing to release until Shane lets go too, until he goes rigid above me, eyes locked on mine, and we both give in. I moan into his mouth as I come, and he swallows my cry and answers with a strangled sound of his own, hips pulsing against mine, dragging every last ounce of pleasure from our exhausted bodies.

When there’s nothing left, he collapses on top of me. I stroke his back, fingers tangling in the ends of his dark hair, needing to both give and receive assurance that what just happened was very much real, very much shared.

Eventually he pulls out, disposes of the condom, and drops back onto the mattress beside me. I’m grateful for his return, for the feel of him next to me. I’m startled when he laces his fingers through mine, but say nothing. We lie naked on the bed and watch the dust motes float in the muted afternoon sunlight as we wait for our pounding hearts to slow.

I don’t know how long we lie there, but I’m not anxious to move. I haven’t done anything this rigorous in a long time, and my body is going to punish me for it.
Thank God it was a one-time thing
, I tell myself. I might not survive a second round.

“It’s four thirty,” Shane says finally.

If I had the strength I’d sit up in shock, but instead I just lay there, surprise on my face. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Oh no.” I have to get up.
Move, legs. Move
.

“If you hadn’t made all the staff quit, you could take the night off and stay put.”

I laugh. “Shut up.”

He squeezes my fingers but doesn’t speak.

“I need to take a shower,” I say finally. “Fine day for the pipes to burst.”

There’s a pause.

“You can take a shower.”

“In the river? I don’t think so.”

“The water’s back on.”

I turn to look at him but Shane’s eyes are closed. Deliberately.

“How do you know?”

Another pause.

“I turned it on.”

“When?”

“Earlier.”

“Earlier than when you had told me you couldn’t turn it back on?”

“Yes.”

“You lied?”

“Yes.”

“To get me to go to the river?”

“Yes.”

“But you hated me!”

“I don’t hate you.”

“I said past tense.”

“I didn’t hate you.”

“You didn’t speak to me for two weeks!”

“What should I have said?”

“Oh, I don’t know…
Kate, I’m not mad at you?”