Cold Day in Hell (16 page)

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Callie released the breast she supported and covered his hand on her mons. She was afraid getting a condom was just an excuse to leave her. Afraid that he’d stop completely, that she was too much work. He could easily find a dozen women in the bars of Cartagena to have sex with him with half the effort. “Don’t go. Don’t leave me … I’m sorry I’m not like your other women…”

“Hush, just hush. I’m not fucking going anywhere. There’s nowhere else I want to be.” He rubbed his chin over her shoulder, his beard stubble scratching her over-sensitized skin and adding to her arousal. “No one else I want. I want you to be safe. And I refuse to hurt you.”

She looked at him. His sharp cheek bones were flushed from his arousal. She blinked. He wanted her. She saw his desire etched in his gaze, felt it in his touch. He was all masculine heat and tightly leashed desire mixed with possessiveness. She’d seen Colonel Walsh look the exact same way with his wife when they hadn’t known she and Keely were spying on them. Both girls’ sex education had gotten a leg up that lazy, hot afternoon at Lejeune.

If Risto took her now, it would be a primal mating, a claiming—even if he didn’t know it. He might tell her he wasn’t a permanent kind of guy, but in that instant she knew she’d do her best to change his mind. For the first time, she’d found a man worth fighting for, a man who saw “her,” not the marketed surface. He was her mate.

“Callie?” His voice and eyes held concern. He moved the hand now smelling of her from her mound to cup her chin. She whimpered at the loss of fullness. She reached for his hand to put it back when he angled her face closer to his. She saw remorse in his dark eyes. “Fuck, I’m pushing you, aren’t I? You could’ve died tonight… I’m hurting you …

shit, it’s too soon.” He kissed the tip of her nose. His body trembled against hers as he began to pull away. “We’ll save the sex for when you’re more up to it.”

“No!” If he didn’t take her now, her gut told her there’d be no sex later. He’d find a way to put distance between them, treating her as just another job. She needed him to mate so he’d remember later when he tried to leave her.

Firmly, decisively, she captured the hand cupping her chin and held it tightly within hers. Her gaze never leaving his face, she trailed his fingers down her body, tracing a path over her breasts then down her torso to her mons. He didn’t fight her, just stared so intently she swore she felt him probe her mind.

She flattened his hand over her needy sex. “I’m on birth control and am clean—and I trust you’re clean. I want you in me. I want to feel your seed flooding me.” She pressed his hand harder against her clit and rubbed her ass over his steel-hard penis. “Fuck me, Risto. I want to lose myself in you.”

He stared into her eyes for what seemed like forever. Finally, the cool examination left his eyes and they glowed with an internal flame. A low growl rumbled through his body and vibrated along her back. “God, I could’ve lost you tonight. I need to lose myself in you, too, baby.” He took her lips in a deep thrusting kiss, eating at her mouth as if he were starved.

Her lips curled with satisfaction he as plundered her mouth. No more gentle and soothing kisses, his control was gone and she loved it. He broke off the kiss. He shifted the arm under her down her body, allowing her head to sink back to the pillow, then pulled her bottom back to cradle his hard-on. His other hand stroked her from breast to hip in long, firm strokes as he licked and nibbled pathways between her neck and shoulder.

“Risto! I want you in me … now!”

Risto paused, his breath rasping over her shoulder. “You’ll take what I give you …

all that I give you … when I choose.” He nudged his hips forward, his cock shoving in between the juncture of her thighs, sliding easily through the vaginal fluids wetting her mound.

Callie arched from the sensation of his cock rubbing against her naked labia and teasing her clit. The simple
frottage
had her whimpering and gasping. Her labia and clit were sensitive to the lightest touch. Risto took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, drinking the noises she made as he rubbed his penis over her pussy. He left her mouth from time to time to place sucking, biting kisses along her exposed neck.

“What … oh shit, Risto!” She moaned through an explosion of pleasure, not quite an orgasm, but a tantalizing hint of what would come. She needed more. She clenched her vaginal muscles, needing something solid to assuage the empty achiness. She wanted his cock, his fingers, his anything, filling her, heightening the pleasure. When the contractions died away, she still throbbed, her nerve endings simmering, waiting for more heat to take her to a roiling boil.

“We can do better than that.” He petted and stroked her body, his hand smoothing over all her erogenous zones, first lightly, then with more and more pressure. Already, she sensed the need to come, the urge building with each sweep of his hand and nudge of his cock against her sex. “Let’s see if we can make your next climax a screaming one.” She moaned at his words and arched into him, demanding more. She wasn’t even sure she could vocalize what she required from him at this point. She just needed.

“I know, baby. I know.” He moved the arm under her body so his hand covered her sex. Pressure at that opening had her looking down to watch as he inserted two, then three fingers inside her with his thumb angled to cover her clit. “Good, you’re taking me more easily now.” His other hand played with her breasts, cuddling and shaping with an occasional tantalizing sweep over her turgid nipples.

“Risto!” The combined sensations and the addition of his lips, tongue and teeth paying homage to her ear had her rapidly climbing the steep peak once more. Her vagina clenched his fingers as he gently thrust them in her tightness with short, rapid jabs.

“Just go with it.” He pinched her clit. “Come now.”

“But … but…” Her words were lost when a wave of pleasure crashed through her senses. The vibrations built upon one another, rolling through her again and again until like a tsunami the pleasure swept away everything. All thoughts, all sense of time were consumed as she floated on the waves of sensation. Through it all, Risto held her securely, her anchor to Earth. He played with her body, drawing out the pleasure until she collapsed bonelessly against him.

He kissed her cheek. “Eyes on me, baby. I want to see the look I put on your beautiful face.” With some effort, she managed to open her eyes and angle her face toward him. “Ahh, now that’s the look of a pleasured woman. Now, while I take you up once more, tell me what the ‘but’ was for.”

She shook her head. “I don’t remember.” She stroked the hand at her breast with a wobbly finger. “Risto, I’m not sure … I think I’m climaxed out. Come in me, take your pleasure.”

“Not how it’s gonna work.” He touched his forehead to hers. “You will come again and this time I’ll be in you.” He pinched the nipple he held and then soothed it with his lips. The fingers of his other hand had never left her pussy and once again began small, rhythmic thrusts, stimulating already over stimulated nerve endings. He stroked all around her oversensitive clit, but never quite hit it.

Amazingly, despite the lassitude the previous two orgasms had engendered, a throbbing neediness built within her once again. Her body was as limp as overcooked pasta. Lying quietly, she floated on the feelings his lips and hands had created. His hard, hot cock pulsed against her ass.

She frowned, her mind as limp as her satiated body. There was something she should be doing, wasn’t there? Sorting through the pleasure-swamped fog in her brain, she finally realized what the “but” had been all about.

She stayed the hand playing with her sex. “Shouldn’t I be kissing your penis?

Touching you?” She scowled when he chuckled and nipped her ear. “What’s funny?”

“Callie, I’ve had a hard-on ever since you leapt into my arms this afternoon. If you put that sweet mouth or hands on me, I’d explode. I want to be inside you when that happens.”

His words made her smile and confirmed her gut. The part of him that was dominant, alpha-male, wanted to mark her with his seed. “The next time we make love, I want to take your cock in my mouth.”

He laughed, a low, sexy sound which sent a frisson of pleasure over her body. “Oh, fuck yeah. I’ll insist on it.” He sucked on her neck then bit down. She’d have a mark later. “I’ll have you on your knees with your lips around my dick. My hands holding your head as I fuck your mouth.”

She moaned at the images his words created. She licked her lips as if she could taste him now. Her pussy squeezed the fingers inside her and coated them with even more moisture.

He scraped his teeth along her jaw line. “Oh, yeah, we’ll definitely put that mouth to use later. But right now—” He added a fourth finger to her pussy and stroked the spongy part of her vaginal wall. She made a guttural sound and moved into his touch. “I want you to come on my cock.”

He pulled his fingers from her pussy, flipped her onto her back and entered her with one powerful thrust of his hips.

Callie’s eyes widened as the pressure deep inside her exploded. The feel of Risto’s thick cock plundering her sex was pain and pleasure. Far sooner than she thought possible she soared toward another orgasm. Then she was flying, the only thing keeping her anchored to the earth was Risto’s large body over her, pressing her into the bed with each thrust of his hips. The animalistic sounds she heard were coming from her. She was so overcome with sensation, all she could do was ride the strong waves of pleasure and hope her lover would catch her if she fell.

Risto alternately kissed and muttered “fuck yeah” against her breasts, her throat, her hair. “More, I need more.”

He pushed away from her body until they barely touched, his cock in her sex. He lifted first one of her legs then the next and braced them on his shoulders. Now, his entry was even deeper. He played with her clit as his hips moved faster and faster and so deeply he hit her cervix. Breathing and intelligible sounds had long since abandoned her and she could only catch shallow gasps of air between making grunting sounds.

Amazingly enough, she came again—her inner walls rippled incessantly around his cock as he threw back his head, a rictus of pleasure sweeping over his face. His hips thrust harder and animal-like growls came from the back of his throat as he filled her with his seed. Pressing forward until her knees were almost alongside her head, he kissed her, muttering earthy compliments and praise against her lips as he rode out his orgasm until his hips slowed to lazy undulations. His pubic bone rubbed over her swollen clit with each inward move and had the effect of drawing out and prolonging her pleasure.

After her orgasm fully subsided, she could finally breathe. She took in several breaths and waited for Risto to pull out and move away. But he continued a slow, rhythmic, almost dreamy thrusting. He was also still hard.

“Risto?” She reached one limp hand toward his face and petted his cheek. He turned his head and kissed her palm.

“Yeah?” He smiled and leaned into her mouth and licked along her open lower lip.

She shook her head. This couldn’t be normal. He’d come and he’d come hard. She could feel his semen added to her own fluids leaking down her leg and onto the bed. Her only experiences had indicated that men came quickly and needed recovery time. Very young men could get hard again fairly quickly, but Risto was over thirty years old. “Um, you’re still hard.”

He nuzzled her hair, his breath hot against her throat and ear. He licked and sucked on the tender skin under her ear. “Yeah.” He chuckled. “You inspire me. One more time, baby?”

She moaned. “God, you beast, I don’t think I can. I’m so tired.” She attempted to move her legs from their position over his broad shoulders. The pressure on her diaphragm wasn’t allowing her to take full breaths—plus he was heavy. Shit, he wasn’t budging. She wasn’t going anywhere unless he allowed it. She whimpered in the back of her throat.

“Shh, baby. You can do it. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He nuzzled her damp cheek. “I’ll do all the work. Just lie in my arms and enjoy.” Callie laughed, a hysterical note tingeing the sound. “Easy for you to say. Coming is hard work. Plus, I can’t breathe. You weigh a freaking ton.” He laughed and kissed the corner of her mouth and then trailed kisses over her face, back to the sensitive area on her neck. “I can fix that.” He moved her legs off his shoulders until they lay on either side of his body then rolled them over, his cock still lodged inside her. As she settled on top of him she swore she had a mini-climax as his penis hit a new spot inside her tender passage.

“How’s this?” He stroked her back and sides with strong, soothing strokes. “Just use me as a bed like those magic fingers types in cheap motels. Just lie there and I’ll do all the work.”

“How?” She braced herself on his chest with her forearms and looked into his slumberous, sexy eyes.

“Like this.” He grasped each side of her hips and moved them to meet his in-and-out hip movements.

“Oh … yeah that should work.” She collapsed onto his chest, then nestled her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She idly stroked a hand over his shoulder and up his neck, taking small nibbling kisses. She was happy to let him do all the work. His cock was huge and throbbing within her and it felt good, as if it belonged there.

Callie floated along on a gentle sea of pleasurable sensations. But all too soon the sensations became sharper, shooting up and down her body. God, she was going to come again. She panted into his neck where it joined his shoulder. “Ohmygod.” She bit then sucked on the skin under her mouth. Risto’s hands massaged her ass as he moved her up and down, rotating her to hit pleasure spots she never knew she had. When one hand drifted to the seam of her ass and he swept a finger over her anus, she let out a mewling sound as she tightened her inner muscles around his cock.