Slow Ride (16 page)
While she had to admit she liked the way he dominated in the bedroom, this was different. Even as she did kick her pants entirely off, she told him, “Only after you tell me you’re okay.”
It was a face-off. He stared at her, jaw set. She stared back, chin up, ready to do battle. She wasn’t going to be responsible for him spending the next day in swollen agony from straining his knee.
For a second, she thought they were going to wind up ending the evening right there. But then his shoulders eased up a little and he shook his head.
“I’m fine. Thank you, sweetheart.”
It absolutely one hundred percent melted her heart. Tuesday felt her breath catch, felt her chest squeeze, felt something really shocking rise up in her. He was one of the most amazing men she’d ever encountered, able to flip between alpha and beta, strong and sensitive all at once.
“You’re welcome,” she said, and was about to say something about her appreciation when he took her by the arms and shoved her backward down onto his bed. Stunned, she lay there for a second, trying to focus on the ceiling and process her changed perspective when it was altered again. Gripping her by the calves, he yanked her down to the edge of the bed so that her legs dangled toward the floor.
She thought he was going to use his tongue on her again, but he surprised her by simply placing a gentle kiss on her sex then standing up. Her arms were up behind her head, and Tuesday felt completely at ease and aroused. She had won a round with Diesel and now she was perfectly content to let him do whatever he wanted in whatever time frame he liked.
What he wanted to do was thrust into her.
Tuesday hadn’t even realized he had undone his jeans so when she felt the first push of his penis into her, she gasped in pure ecstasy. But he was barely in her before he was out again, just teasing at her with the very tip of his erection.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes rolling back in her head, fingers digging at the comforter on his bed for purchase, something to ground her as she fought the urge to squirm.
Diesel bent over and flicked his tongue over her nipple. “I’m torturing you.”
He wasn’t lying. She was definitely feeling like she was in pain. “Please. Please give it to me. Please?”
Hearing that soft pleading coming off of Tuesday’s lips nearly undid Diesel. She was a sassy, feisty woman, despite her earlier assertion that she would be submissive in bed. Already she had butted heads with him a couple of times, and Diesel liked that. He liked that she said whatever she was thinking. But he also liked that he had reduced her to the point of begging him softly, little mews punctuating each word, her eyes squeezed shut, and her nails digging into the bed.
He wasn’t just torturing Tuesday, he was definitely on the verge of doing himself in at the same time. The taste of her was still on his mouth, the feel of her coming, her thighs pressed against him, embedded in his memory, and he wanted to just pound away at her until he exploded all inside her. He prided himself on control during sex and she was on the verge of making him lose it. So he was gritting his teeth and pulling back, teasing them both by just touching her silky opening before retreating, over and over.
It was exciting as hell that she was so clean shaven down there, allowing him to see every inch of her dewy pink sex, allowing him to reach down and lap at a trail of moisture that had trickled down her thigh. She was so sexy, her legs long and beautiful, her breasts high and tight. He knew he needed to get a condom, but the warm tightness of her body opening for him was just too good of a feeling. He fought back a groan when she wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him in closer with her heels.
He would have held off except she actually kicked him, a little encouraging giddy-up. Then he couldn’t wait any longer, especially when she said in a tight anxious voice, “I’m on the pill. Unless you have some gross disease, you need to fuck me right now.”
That was all the information he needed. He knew he was clean and he trusted she was, too.
Holding on to her thighs, Diesel thrust into her with one hard push. She groaned. He groaned. Pausing to let the ecstasy roll over him, his cock throbbing inside her, Diesel savored the sensation of her wrapped around him, hot and wet.
“My God, you feel so good,” he told her.
Her answer was both a soft moan and a tightening of her inner muscles on him. It felt so amazing that Diesel jerked in response, his hands digging into her flesh, a sweat breaking out on his forehead, his legs twitching as he fought the urge to orgasm immediately. He wanted to make this last, but she wasn’t going to make it easy on him.
So he gave in and just started pounding away on her, thrusting in and out as her moans got louder and his desire spiraled out of control. She was so tight and hot, her legs spread so willingly for him, her head turning back and forth as she voiced her pleasure, louder and louder with each thrust. When her hand came up onto his chest, pushing into him like she couldn’t take it anymore, Diesel knew it was time to finish this. Taking her even harder, he reached down and flicked his finger over her clitoris. Tuesday rewarded him by immediately coming, her muscles milking his cock as she moaned through her orgasm.
It was all he needed to pull back and give one last push, then he exploded inside her, teeth gritted, eyes clamped shut.
Good God.
The pleasure was so intense Diesel forgot to breathe for a second. When the final waves quieted, he pried his eyes open and sucked in some much-needed air. Looking down at Tuesday, he just panted and gazed at her in amazement. What the hell was that? He hadn’t felt anything like that . . . ever. Damn, she was incredible.
She looked like she had enjoyed herself equally. Her hands were still above her head, but she dragged one over to rake her hair out of her face. She was dewy with sweat, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. With a little laugh, she kicked him in the ass again with her heel.
“You need to quit kicking me, sweetheart,” he told her.
“No,” she said, a satisfied smile on her beautiful face.
How could he resist that? With a grin of his own, Diesel leaned down and gave her a nice smacking kiss before easing himself out of her.
She complained, trying to hold him inside.
“Give me ten minutes then you can have it back.”
“Promise?”
Her voice was actually a little dreamy and Diesel swallowed hard, his throat suddenly tight. She looked absolutely beautiful lying there like that and he had unexpected alien feelings rising up in him. The fact that he was experiencing anything other than ball-draining satisfaction sent him into a minor panic, so he worked his bad knee a few times and backed away from the bed. “Let me get you a towel,” he told her.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s already all on your sheets.” She shrugged, that lazy smile still on her face. “Come snuggle with me.”
He wasn’t sure that he had ever actually had a woman ask him to snuggle. Presumably women wanted to, but they were never bold enough to ask for it. Nor did he think he would have said yes to any woman but Tuesday. She was just such a paradox, strong and yet vulnerable, and he found that he really did want to lay in bed with her and do nothing.
So he surprised the hell out of himself by climbing onto the bed and arranging himself next to her. With an ease that should have scared him, he pulled her partially onto his chest, while her leg entwined with his.
“Mmm,” she said, her breathing slow and deep.
Her hair draped across his shoulder, and the V of her legs where they had just been joined in such pleasant friction, was warm against his thigh. Her back was smooth as he stroked it absently with the pad of his thumb.
“You’d better not fall asleep,” he told her, nudging her a little. “I have plans for you.”
“You said ten minutes. I’m regrouping.”
“I think we’re down to eight.”
“Uh-oh.” She yawned then kissed his chest. “Maybe we should just pull a blanket over us and fall asleep.”
“You’re the one who made me promise I’d give it to you again soon.” Diesel smacked her tight backside with his hand, wishing he hadn’t dropped the crop. “No sleeping. In fact, get over here.” Using his hand to cup her ass, he hauled her over onto him fully. “Time’s up.”
“Ahhh,” she said in protest, her body limp as she landed on him, all limbs and warm skin.
“Be quiet.” Diesel squeezed her ass, his body already stirring to life with the feel of her splayed out on top of him. “Now kiss me.”
She made a grumbling sound of protest against his chest, but she did prop herself up slightly, and toss her hair back out of her face. “You’re bossy.”
“I believe we’ve already established that.” Nor was he about to change. Tuesday made him tight with need, determined to take her, direct what they were doing. It was his way of grabbing control when he wasn’t feeling it.
So he told her again, “Kiss me.”
But instead of being offended at the demanding tone of his voice, she just smiled down at him, tickling the whiskers on his chin. “You’re so cute. Why are you so cute?”
Way to make him feel badass. He had to admit though, it pleased him. She thought he was cute. That was kind of hot. Flattering. Sweet.
He didn’t want to think about it right at the moment though. He just wanted to feel her lips on his. So he took the back of her head and brought her mouth down onto his.
She sighed right before contact. It was a delicious kiss, the kind that made Diesel want to hang around in that moment for a good long while. Their bodies were warm pressed together, the scent of their earlier arousal still in the air, her hair tickling across him. It was easy to kiss Tuesday. There was no awkwardness, no jockeying for position. They just fit and he kissed her again and again, soft and tender yet purposeful. He was in no hurry to do anything other than tease her tongue with his.
But like he was fast learning, Tuesday had different ideas. She was already starting to bump against him, swiveling her hips to get the highest level of contact. He loved listening to her as she shifted from casual enjoyment to excited and determined. She bit his bottom lip at the same time she settled her legs more carefully on either side of his thighs. All that hot wetness making contact with his cock had him groaning. She was just so damn juicy and so eager, her hand reaching down between them and taking him into her grip.
Diesel gritted his teeth when she took his erection and slid it along her moist inner thighs, then swirled it over her clitoris. He laid back and let her play, repeating the motion over and over, until his cock was slick with her moisture and they were both panting in excitement. He loved that she had the confidence to just take what she wanted, that she could use him to please herself. It made her even sexier to him.
So he let her set the rhythm, let her get herself off until she couldn’t take it anymore, and she finally aligned him with herself and sank onto his erection.
“Yeah, baby,” he told her. “You feel amazing.”
“So do you.” Tuesday was leaning forward, propped up by both her hands on the bed, so low her breasts were brushing against his chest.
He was going to force her to sit up but then he realized that Tuesday was already on the verge of an orgasm. In fact, she came right then, her hip undulating slowly, lips pursed together, eyes locked with his. She had taken herself right to the edge with his cock, and that was freaking hot.
“You like that?” he asked her, sliding his hands down over her ass. Damn, she looked good. She felt good. She tasted good.
She nodded, as she shuddered through the end of her orgasm. “Duh.”
He laughed. “Smart-ass.” He gripped her hips. “Sit up. You’ll like this even more.” Or at least he would.
“I’m too tired,” she said, her body languid, her intention to lay on his chest obvious.
But Diesel forced her to sit up, using the palms of his hands.
She made a noise of complaint, but he just swatted her backside again with enough sting to get a reaction from her. It was proving to be the most effective way to ensure her obedience.
“Hey,” she grumbled, using her hand to rub where he had just spanked. “That hurt.” But she did sit up, and she looked like it had renewed a bit of her arousal.
“I’m sorry,” he told her even though he knew he hadn’t hit her hard enough for it to really hurt. She just liked to grumble. Diesel thrust up into her.
She gave a soft gasp. “No, you’re not.”
“No, not really.” He held her by the hips and starting moving faster, working in tandem, lifting his hips as he brought her down onto him. The collision between them felt fantastic and he closed his eyes.
Then immediately changed his mind and forced them back open. He wanted to watch her on him. Tuesday, despite her complaining, was clearly enjoying herself. She had lifted her arms and was holding her hair back off her face. The position did great things to her breasts, which bounced a little as he moved inside her. There was no reason not to just explode inside her, so he did exactly that, his fingers digging into her thighs, and a deep guttural groan wrenching out of him.
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