Ricochet (7 page)

Rachel couldn’t process his words until Nathan had pulled his hand from her body. Her mind was beginning to clear when his mouth pressed kisses to the base of her spine and slowly moved south. He knelt behind her, gripped her left ankle, and slid her foot sideways, spreading her legs.

Rachel’s chest compressed. Her teeth clenched. Hands fisted. But she’d told him to fuck her any way he liked. So she kept her insecurities to herself, and in setting them aside, the physical pleasure intensified.

His fingers stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before his mouth closed on her pussy. His tongue stroked her folds, lapped toward her clit. Every touch pushed her farther into the clouds. Her hips undulated to the rhythm of his mouth, taking her to the edge of orgasm only to have him release her, unfulfilled.

His fingers pushed deep inside, searching, then stroking something there that spread pleasure through her lower body—hip to hip, belly button to knees. Made her arch her back. Made her push into his touch. Made her beg and beg and beg.

She’d never begged. Nothing had ever been good enough.

His tongue returned, but his fingers remained, and the wet heat of his mouth warmed the sensitive skin behind her opening. His tongue added varying pressure and wicked sensations until her nails cut into her palms, and her teeth dug into her lower lip. “Fuck, Nathan,” she rasped, dragging in air. “Please…”

He growled, thrusting harder, rubbing that button inside her faster. And his tongue moved toward her ass, oh God, his tongue…

No. No, no, no, he wasn’t doing this. She should tell him no. Tell him to stop. But the sensation of him stroking the pucker of her ass… How could anything feel…
so…good
?

Round and round and round with his tongue.

Pound, pound, pound with his fingers.

“Ah…” An insane rush of pleasure made her cry out over and over, the orgasm climbing, gathering, tightening… “Ah…
God
…”

The orgasm hit her so hard, her muscles clenched until she curled. That wave would ebb only for another to crash, and she bowed until her muscles cramped. Wave after wave hit, each dwindling in length and intensity until she shivered, panting, limp in the arm Nathan had around her waist.

“Holy…” she panted, “fuck.”

The rustle of fabric sounded behind her, then Nathan released her and tugged her dress up and over her head. His hands slid down her arms, his fingers closing around her biceps, and drew her upright. The cool air made her skin prickle, and she looked back at Nathan, but her hair fell across her face and fluttered in her quick breaths.

“God damn,” Nathan murmured, “you are gorgeous.”

She blew enough hair away to see him, surprised…confused…that he hadn’t undressed, only lowered his pants on his hips enough to free himself. And…yum…his cock was rigid and thick.

She started to turn for him. “Let me—”

“Later.” He pulled her arms behind her until her shoulder blades pinched and her back arched, then clasped her elbows in one big hand. “Kneel on the ottoman.”

She lifted one knee to the padded surface in front of her, but apprehension stung her ribs. “Nathan?”

“Don’t worry.” The low, rough voice didn’t match his words. “This is going to be so good.”

She wore only her bra, which—out of the throes of passion—felt odd with Nathan fully dressed and in control. The situation both frightened and thrilled. But this was what she’d been wanting—a new direction. And this was definitely different. She could do this. She already liked it. She just had to allow herself that freedom.

Rachel lifted her other knee to the ottoman. She was out of breath, dizzy, and her pussy felt heavy, still pulsing with random shards of ecstasy.

Nathan pushed her thighs together with his free hand. Frustrated, she glanced over her shoulder again. “I need you inside me.”

He grinned, sexy and maybe slightly condescending. “Oh, you’ll get me.”

The rip of paper sounded behind her, then he said, “Sorry, this is going to be cold, but worth it.”

And his hand stroked her pussy. Rachel started, her legs clamping tighter in automatic reaction, but Nathan continued to spread something smooth and slick and cool and utterly decadent over her pussy. She was already moaning at the feel of it when he pushed the liquid up inside her.

She closed her eyes and dropped her head back. “Oh God…”

The feeling was almost indescribably delicious. Smooth. Slick. Gliding over her skin, making his touch sinfully erotic.

“Gets better.” His hand disappeared, replaced by the head of his cock, thick and round and silky. “Right now.”

He pushed up and in, gliding past her opening with a slick, super-snug fit. Her body parted. Her walls stretched. With the lube he’d used to prep her, the sensation was mind-bendingly off the charts, and Rachel cried a surprised sound of pleasure. She opened her legs to allow him deeper, but Nathan’s hand clamped down on her thigh and pressed it closed again.

“Hold ’em together,” he murmured in her ear, his voice taut. “More friction.”

The orders made Rachel shiver. He thrilled her in the strangest way. But he also unnerved her a little, and she felt the need to show him her mind and her will were still intact. She glanced over her shoulder and leaned back, loving the feel of his cotton-covered chest. She lifted her chin and bit gently at his jawline, and murmured, “Then fuck me already.”

His grin came fast. “Yes, ma’am.”

He tightened his grip on her arms, and the action zinged pain along her shoulders. He withdrew from her in a slow stroke that made Rachel’s eyes close and her throat tighten with decadence. Then thrust again, but shallow.

“Not enough,” she said.

“So tight...” he said, his voice a low growl.

“More.” Her brain grew hazy, her body frantic. “More, Nathan.”

“Greedy little thing.” He dug his free hand into her waist and held her steady, plunging deeper. Her body expanded to take him, spreading pleasure across her hips.

“Oh-hoh…” Her head dropped back, and she clenched her teeth. “So good.”

“Enough?” His low, rough voice sounded at her ear and tingled down her neck.

“Not near.” She opened her eyes to his. The fire there was a wild aphrodisiac. One that made her feel powerful. One that gave her the confidence to act like the woman she wanted to be but wasn’t. “I’m greedy, remember? I want it all.”

Lust flared in his eyes, now a stormy sea-green, and he pulled out slowly while holding her gaze. “You think you can take all of me into this tight little pussy?”

“Yes,” was all she could manage.

He thrust again, another inch deeper, spreading the pleasure wider. Her lips parted on a mewl, and the sound made his lips curl.

“You sure?” he asked. “There’s a lot more here if you want it all.”

Her eyes closed on the thrill of that fact. “Yes.”

He released her waist and slid his hand up her belly, paused to cup her breast and pinch her nipple, and a shard of sensation stroked her clit. Then his hand continued higher and wrapped around the side of her neck, his fingers extending toward her throat.

A sliver of fear cut into her pleasure, creating a kind of edgy thrill she’d never known. He was clearly dominating her, yet doing it in a way that delivered unsurpassed ecstasy.

One time. One night. Let go.

When she finally opened her eyes and met his, he whispered, “Ready?”

She swallowed and her throat rolled beneath his fingers. “Yes. Please.”

His thrust was quick, hard and deep, matching the sound from his chest.

Pressure. Stretch. Burn. Then delirium swept her mind as all the sensations melted into an intense, complicated mix she’d never experienced.

“Heaven.” His gravelly voice filled her ear, his body now still, his cock buried deep inside her. Owning her. “Pure, fiery heaven.”

The hand at her neck turned her head, and his mouth closed on hers, kissing her with lust and passion and... With no other word for it, she had to call the emotion she tasted... affection.

When he lifted his head and eased out of her body, Rachel’s legs shook with a fatigue she hadn’t seen coming. Nathan either didn’t notice or didn’t care, because he tightened his grip on her arms, pulling them farther behind her, thrusting her chest forward and her pelvis back. And discomfort crawled along her shoulders.

“Nathan…” she complained.

“The farther you kick your ass back, the better this will be.”

She obeyed, increasing the tilt of her hips. With her legs closed tight, the motion massaged her clit, an indirect and unexpected but maddeningly tantalizing stimulation.

“Jesus,” she breathed, unable to process the layers of sensation and pleasure and complicated emotion.

Nathan pushed into her again, slower, deeper. Then pulled back. So slowly, she felt every millimeter of his cock slide along her walls. Felt the collapse of her pussy as he retreated. And immediately craved the pressure again.

“Now move with me,” he said. “You set the pace, the angle, the depth. Find your pleasure.”

She couldn’t process his focus on her enjoyment because her body urged her to move. And rocking her hips into his thrusts at her discretion allowed her to do exactly what he’d instructed—find her pleasure. . Each forward tilt of her pelvis stroked the hard length of Nathan’s cock along her ass cheeks. Each backward plunge filled her with thrilling pressure, and massaged her clit.

Pleasure built slowly, intensely, to insane levels.

“Oh yeah,” he rasped, matching her rhythm and filling her pussy with heat and friction, while teasing her clit with only enough pressure to spill wicked sensation through her hips, but not enough to climax. The hand at her throat, lowered again, his fingers digging into her ass with just enough bite to remind her they were fucking. Not having sex. Fucking. “You got it. Quick learner. This is gonna be one long-ass, fun night.”

Pleasure had swallowed Rachel. She had no voice other than sounds of pleasure. No thoughts beyond
never stop
or
make me come
. And as she lost focus, Nathan picked up the slack, driving her closer to the edge with perfect strokes.

She arched and cried out. So close. She was so close she shivered with the power of the orgasm trapped inside.

His hand released her waist and cupped her breast. Squeezed and molded as he drove into her again, but missing the depth she needed to climax. He pinched her nipple through the lace of her bra and pumped his hips again and again. A whimper for release rose from her throat.

Pinch, thrust, release. Pinch, thrust, release. He added a twist and held for three hard, deep, slow strokes while a scream built in Rachel’s chest.

“Let m hear you, baby,” he murmured.”

She let the sound out, something pathetically needy. Nathan growled in answer, his hand tightening on her breast, his teeth closed on the skin at her nape, his hips pumped harder. Faster.

“Yes…”
Finally
. “Yes.” She flexed and clenched her fingers, now tingling from Nathan’s restriction. “Don’t sto—”

Her orgasm lunged from the depths of her body and gripped her pussy. Her throat closed around a scream and she seized with pleasure. Her mind blew into a million pieces, everything white and light. The ecstasy traveled through her body like fire, engulfing her belly, her chest, her limbs. She jerked, then shuddered. Then went limp, basking in the absolute release.

As her body relaxed, her mind returned, and thought teased the edges of her brain. Nathan had let go of her arms and held her tight by the waist, trailing kisses the length of her neck. And his cock still filled her, long and hard.

“Oh,” she breathed, “my God.” She wanted to turn over, to pleasure him the same way, but didn’t have the physical or mental strength. Her body was still buzzing with adrenaline, and the feel of him inside her kept a certain level of arousal banked.

Nathan eased one knee to the ottoman between hers, then the other. Slowly, he pushed her knees wide and positioned himself behind her. Then used his thighs and lifted, driving himself deep.

“Ready for round…three?” he murmured in her ear.

“Jesus…Christ…”

She’d never had more than one orgasm during sex. Never had a man who could last past her single orgasm. So the way his rigid cock electrified the walls of her pussy and made her throat thicken shocked her. Her belly contracted. Her pussy clenched. And fire burst to life again.

“This time I’m going deep. This time, your orgasm is going to be full-body, and it’s going to be with mine. Got it?”

On one hand, she didn’t like the way he was telling her what to do or how to do it. On the other hand, how the hell could she argue after the pleasure he’d already delivered? Twice. She could continue giving up control for the potential of more… Couldn’t she?

“Yes,” she managed.

“Good girl.” He bit the edge of her jaw. “I want you to say that every time I do something that feels good. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

He lowered, dragging out of her slowly, and Rachel groaned at the feel of it. She leaned back and curved her arm around his head and let herself go. Let her mind float. Allowed herself to stop worrying—about what was right or wrong, good or bad, appropriate or unseemly. She didn’t try to talk. Or think. Or be anybody. That alone felt amazing. Freeing.

Then Nathan gripped her waist and pulled her hips down while he drove upward, meeting her halfway. They met with a
bang
—the head of his cock slamming that place he’d been searching for earlier with his fingers, that place she’d been aching for him to find moments ago—and a surprised sound of pleasure popped from her lips.

“Perfect,” Nathan murmured, repeating the action. “Fuck me, baby.”

Rachel didn’t have to do much, Nathan had a hold of her hips and was moving her exactly the way he liked. The way she liked too. Something she’d never known she would ever like. A level of pleasure she’d never even known existed.

His thrusts grew stronger, his pull of her hips harder; their meetings grew in force to this side of painful, which added to the pleasure’s intensity.

Every thrust driving ecstasy into her bloodstream like a drug, making her scream like a woman possessed, “Yes, yes…fuck
yes
.”