Nauti Intentions (25 page)

at least that much of him.

“And how do you want me?†He stopped before her. Tal , broad, powerful.

“In my mouth. I want to feel you in my mouth, Alex. I want to taste you.†She wanted to own his heart, but she would make do, for tonight, with his

cock. “Al of you.â€

“Then take it, Janey,†he ordered her softly. “If you want it, baby, take it.†He paused, then whispered, “Own it.â€

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Own it. Oh, she wanted to own it, but there was so much more she wanted.

“I had a fantasy once,†she whispered.

He was breathing harder, definitely. “Real y?â€

“Real y. Remember the night you caught me sneaking into the bar when I was eighteen?†One of the few times she had managed to get up the

nerve to slip away from Dayle Mackay’s house while he was out of town, and have fun.

His lips twitched. “I remember.â€

“You were furious.â€

“I was so fucking hard my bal s were blue.†He stood in front of her, not touching her, watching her. “I wanted to fuck you so bad I couldn’t

breathe.â€

Janey licked her lip, her stomach clenching at the knowledge that even then he had wanted her.

“I came home and touched myself,†she whispered, laying her fingers on his chest. “I was so wet. My clit so hard.â€

“You’re kil ing me.â€

“I imagined you were real y furious,†she continued. “You tore your belt off and lashed my hands behind my back. And told me you were going

to teach me what happened when good girls went to bad places.â€

“Fuck.†His eyes closed; lust fil ed his features.

“Once you had my hands secured behind my back, you pushed me to my knees.†She could barely speak. Excitement was racing through her

body, tearing through her mind.

“Janey. This is very bad.†He inhaled roughly. “You don’t want to start sex games with me, baby. I’m a fucking master. And you’re

too damned tender.â€

“You pushed me to my knees, and I couldn’t touch you,†she continued raggedly. “Then you pul ed your cock from your unzipped jeans,

pul ed my hair with your other hand, and fucked my mouth while you whispered very naughty phrases. And when you came, you pul ed back, because you

wanted to watch your cum shooting in my mouth. You wanted to see me taking it, accepting you. And I wanted it,†she breathed. “I stil want it.â€

It had been one of her favorite fantasies for years. Alex, his gaze thunderous and hard, his expression tight with sexual hunger.

As her hand trailed down his abdomen, he caught her wrist, drawing her gaze back to his.

“Playing games with me might not be a good idea,†he warned her. “Especial y this kind of game, Janey.â€

“Come play with me, Alex,†she murmured, hunger and need clashing inside her. “Let me be your fantasy, too.â€

It slammed into his gut. It sent arcing though him a wave of heat so powerful that Alex wondered that he didn’t come in his jeans that second.

Lust. A lust unlike anything he had ever known. Hunger he’d beaten down over the years, determined to conquer. Because in the back of his mind,

he’d always known he’d have her. And he didn’t want that part of himself interfering. He didn’t want to frighten her. Didn’t want to ask

more than most women wanted to give.

And now it raced through his system like a runaway train, determined to have its way. He watched her eyes, his body stiffening, his dick tightening until

it felt as though it would burst.

She wanted the games? The hard edge of a sexual intensity so sharp it cut through the senses like a blade? Oh, he could give it to her. Give it to her

and make her love it, if it didn’t destroy both of them first.

Before she could counter, he twisted her around, pressing her firmly against the door as he felt her gasp.

“Once you open the cage, the animal doesn’t go back in,†he growled at her ear. “Be sure, Janey.â€

“Are you scared, Alex?†Her ass ground against his dick.

“
You
should be scared.†He held her wrists in one hand and jerked his belt loose with the other.

His cock was throbbing now; he could feel the pre-cum dampening the crown. The thought of what he was about to do tightened every muscle in his

body and had his bal s tight with lust.

Hel , this went deeper than lust. It was a craving. A fucking addiction. One of the wildest damned fantasies he had ever known.

He looped the belt around her wrists, tightened it, and secured it. She couldn’t get loose unless he let her go. She would be restrained, helpless. He

could have her any way he wanted her.

“That Mackay courage is going to get you in trouble, sugar,†he drawled, nipping her ear, tangling his fingers in her hair and tugging her head

back. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.â€

Her lashes lifted; sparkling green eyes, so light they were almost colorless, looked back at him as her pouty lips parted, her tongue stroked over them.

“You have no idea how much more I want.â€

Damn. Hel .

The rasp of his zipper was the only sound in the room. He didn’t loosen his jeans, just the zipper; then he drew the swol en shaft of his cock free.

His dick was violently engorged, the crown so fiercely swol en it felt bruised.

“I’m going to fuck your throat,†he growled, his hand tightening as he held her hair, turned her, and pressed her down.

Wild, wanton, she went to her knees, staring up at him, her eyes flashing with color, darker green and lighter green swirling together in an incredible hue

as the pupils dilated.

Alex held the shaft of his cock in his hand, pressing it against his lower stomach as she licked her lips. Eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, he used the hold

he had on her hair to pul her to his tortured bal sac.

“Lick my bal s. Suck them. Nice and easy, baby.â€

He almost shouted in pleasure when she did just that. Watching him, her eyes on him, her tongue swirled around the tight flesh before she drew first one

tortured sphere into her mouth, then the other.

He was stretched on a rack of pleasure so intense he didn’t know if he could keep from coming then and there. He’d never seen anything so

beautiful as Janey caressing, licking, kissing his tortured bal s. But he was about to see something a hel of a lot prettier.

He took the agonizing pleasure for as long as he could. His head fal ing back, his neck tightening as he felt perspiration glaze his face. Fuck, this was

good. So good.

Too good.

He pul ed her head back.

“Open your lips. Give me your mouth, sweetheart.â€

She loved the endearments. He watched her pupils dilate, her lips part. Sweet pink lips. Holding the shaft of his cock, he rubbed the head against

them. Over them, letting her hot tongue lick over it.

She curled her tongue beneath the sensitive spot underneath the head, rubbed at it, licked at it.

“So naughty.†His jaw tightened as he pul ed back. “But it’s not just those pretty lips I want.â€

He tucked the dark, engorged crown between her lips and pressed inside. Slow and easy. He wanted to watch. Wanted to see her suck his dick into

her mouth.

It wasn’t just sexual. The intimacy of the act slammed into him. This wasn’t an experienced woman who knew exactly how to work a man. This

was Janey. She’d been a virgin for him. She was innocent, fragile, and blowing his mind as her mouth tightened on the swol en crown and sucked with

wicked, sensual pleasure. Shafts of bril iant sensation tore through the head of his cock, raced to his bal s, and ran up his spine. She sucked with hungry,

fierce draws of her mouth. Taking him deep, working her tongue over him. He could almost feel the back of her mouth, and when she swal owed, sweat

dripped down his cheek.

“Oh, you’ve been very bad, darlin’,†he groaned, his hand tightening in her hair, drawing her back, then forward, moving her on his cock.

“Flatten your tongue and breathe in.†He pushed in a little deeper, watched her eyes widen, water. But she took him.

He pul ed back, his heart racing, his breathing tight and restricted. Hel , he didn’t know how long he was going to last.

“You practiced,†he accused her with a tight smile, sinking inside again. “Did you have a toy, baby?†Her pupils flared again.

Janey wouldn’t have taken another man like this, not without giving him al of her herself. No, this belonged to him, just him, and whatever toy she

used to fulfil her fantasies.

“Let’s see if we can give you what a toy can’t.†He held her head stil . “Breathe in, sweetheart.†He sank in, watched her eyes water

as the head of his cock touched her throat, then pul ed back.

“Next time, breathe in and swal ow.†He took her mouth again, sank in, and a snarling groan tore from his chest as she did as he told her.

Her eyes watered, but her face flushed as she swal owed and then moaned in protest as he pul ed back. Alex had to shake his head to find one last

thread of control. This was destroying him. Janey on her knees, his hands tangled in her hair as he fucked her throat.

“I’m going to come, baby,†he warned her as he sank in again and the pressure nearly ruptured his bal s. “One more stroke. When I pul

back, open your lips. Let me see my cum fil you.â€

He was twisted. He was fucking insane. He sank in again, and when she swal owed, he let go. Stroking the shaft of his cock, he pul ed her head back,

watched, and couldn’t hold back the throttled yel that tore from his throat.

“Fuck yes. Take it, Janey. Al of it.†He fil ed her mouth, watched each spurt of his seed fil ing her mouth as tears rol ed from her eyes.

They weren’t tears of pain, physical or emotional, but the sight of them struck at his chest.

“Now suck. Swal ow me, baby. Swal ow al of me.†He pushed the head of his cock past her lips again and gave one last pulse of release as she

swal owed, sucked, and moaned around the sensitive crown, and tore another groan from him.

He wished he could curb the need. Pul ing her to her feet, he knew there wasn’t a chance in hel . He was stil dying for her. Dying for more.

Catching her around the waist, he moved her to the chair next to them, pushed her to her knees in the seat cushion, and pressed against her shoulders

to lean over the back. Gripping the belt around her wrists, he held her in place as his knees bent and he pressed the stil -hard, violently sensitive crown

between the bare, soaked lips of her pussy.

Intense heat encased his cock. Slick, fiery syrup. He could hear her crying, begging for more. But he wanted this to last. Wanted to feel every ripple of

her pussy as he pressed inside her. Feel her tight.

“Ah God! Janey, baby.†He bent his knees, worked in deeper, deeper, and felt every cel in his body catch fire as he lodged to the hilt inside her.

“Sweet, sweet Janey. God, I love this. So tight. So fucking hot.â€

Janey was drifting in a haze of pleasure and need. Her pussy throbbed, flexed. Her clit was tortured. Behind her, Alex held on to the belt with one hand

as she felt the fingers of the other slide around her hip, pushing between her thighs.

“Poor little clit,†he groaned at her ear. “Poor sweet pussy. What do you need, Janey? Slow and easy? Or hard? Fast? Do you want me to

pound inside you, or slide in long and slow?â€

She shook her head. She was supposed to decide? She wanted both. She wanted it al . Her head hung over the back of the chair as she panted, just

trying to breathe through the pleasure.

“Do you need a little more burn, sweetheart?â€

He was buried ful -length inside her. How could he burn her more?

His hand rubbed the side of her ass; her eyes widened.

“Yes. Oh God, Alex. Yes.†Her back arced, and a cry strangled from her throat as his hand landed on the side of her ass.

Again. He pul ed back and his hand landed, not too hard, hard enough to burn, hard enough to send explosions of bril iant pleasure racing through her.

“So fucking pretty.†He smoothed his hand over her, then lowered it, pressing her thighs farther apart.

His fingers rasped around her clit; then he was gripping her hip and plunging inside her. As though he couldn’t go deep enough, couldn’t fuck

her hard enough.

Janey felt her muscles clamp down on him involuntarily, trying to hold him inside her, tightening on him seconds before the most incredible orgasm tore

through her.

It lit up her mind. It sent bril iant shards of heat and light racing through her body as she screamed his name, cried, felt the tears that rol ed from her eyes

at the sheer, perfect bril iance of a release that soared through every fragment of her being.

She was pulsing around him. He slammed in deep, yel ed her name, and she felt him, spurt after spurt fil ing her again, sinking deep inside her as her

pussy flexed and tightened around him.

She was left limp, ragged. Her only tie to earth was his grip on her hip and the warmth of his body behind her. Because nothing in this world, nothing

else, mattered in this single moment, but this.

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It was after midnight, and Natches was stil awake. He paced the living room of the houseboat, feeling the chil wind outside, though he knew it hadn’t

penetrated the heavily insulated interior.

It was a chil he couldn’t shake inside.

Clad in jeans, barefoot, a longneck bottle of beer in his hand, he paced back to the closed shades of the door and paused. He took another drink of

the beer, then paced back to the table. To the picture and the note.

She was the devil’s whore and now she’s breaking a good man. Your sister. Your responsibility. Take care of her as you took care