Dare to Love (8 page)

A sexy grin tipped his talented mouth. “Oh, I’m coming back to you all right.” He pounced, his lean, hard body like a predator as he lay over her.

His chest hair brushed her sensitive nipples, his rock-hard abs pressed enticingly against her softer belly, and that massive erection teased her sex. A band of desire wound through her all over again despite having just come hard.

She knew better than to expect another orgasm and was beyond thrilled with the one she’d just had. Even so, at the idea of having him inside her, filling her, thrusting deep, she raised her hips in silent invitation.

He braced his hands on either side of her head and stared, a heated look in his gray eyes.

“You asked me if you tasted good, remember?” he said, breaking the sexually charged, silent spell that had woven between them.

She managed a nod.

“I want you to see for yourself.”

Her eyes opened wide at the same time he kissed her, gliding his tongue into her mouth and twining with hers. He took his time, turning the kiss into a sensual experience, mimicking the thrust and retreat she was dying to experience with him thick and hard inside her body. He tasted like Ian, dark and delicious, with a hint of herself mixed in. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced, and she tangled her tongue with his, inhaling the unique flavor.

Desire pulsed everywhere, and she wrapped her legs around his, needing to feel him. Suddenly he sat up, his groin flush with hers, and she moaned. He grasped one of her hands then the other. Before she knew what he planned, he’d shackled her wrists to the headboard with his tie.

“Ian?”

He stared down at her as if she were a meal he intended to devour.

She tugged but he’d managed to truss her up tightly. “Ian?” she asked again. Her voice quivered along with every nerve in her body.

Nobody had ever tied her up before. Nobody had suggested it.

“Relax.” He spoke in an easy voice. “Give over,” he said, reminding her of his earlier words.

She tried to swallow, but her mouth had grown dry. She ought to be afraid, but instead, the arousal she’d experienced when he’d instructed her to keep her hands flat against the wall returned full force. Dampness and a distinct pulsing began between her thighs.

She liked being bound? She wrinkled her nose, trying to understand her body’s reaction.

“It’s called submission,” he said as if reading her mind. “You like being under my control.”

“I do not.”

His eyes narrowed. “Your body doesn’t lie, sweetness.” He slid his finger between moist folds, and her inner walls clenched, trying to capture his finger, bring him higher, harder, deeper.

He grinned.

She moaned at the emptiness she needed him to fill.

“Now that we understand each other…” He began to glide his body over hers, his thick length deliberately teasing her sensitive clit.

She shuddered and instinctively tried to reach out and hold him, to touch his massive shoulders and clutch at him while she rose to meet him. She hit immediate resistance, the knots he’d tied preventing her from moving, which, again, she found oddly arousing.

No, she thought, but bit back the words. He wanted this. She would try. Because she wanted to understand his need to control.

But she couldn’t concentrate. Couldn’t think about anything except the slick movement of his shaft against her clit, up and down, back and forth, harder and harder, until her hips began to rotate in time to the glide of his cock over her sex. His rhythm combined with the intense pressure, and a familiar need began to build deep inside.

She whimpered, needing more than the circular thrust of his hips and the hard press of his erection against her.

She needed him inside her now. “Ian, please.” Her hips soared upward, but she was still empty.

“That’s it, sweetness, give over,” he said in a deep, compelling voice that oozed sex. “Feel my hard cock against your sweet pussy. Let yourself come for me.”

The telltale tremors were just out of reach but so close, and she trembled, her pelvis thrusting upward, seeking relief. He rocked his hips against hers, once, twice, the movement utter perfection, and the crescendo hit, the tremors wracking her body. She screamed—the orgasm was just so intense and almost perfect but not quite, because he wasn’t inside her. She needed him there—

Just like that, he was gone.

“No!” She squirmed helplessly on the bed, fighting the bindings, angry at him for playing with her, when she heard the crinkling of a wrapper and closed her eyes in blessed relief.

“Easy.” He stroked her cheek, and she turned into his touch, needing relief in whatever form he offered it.

She forced her eyes open, and he loomed over her. “Good girl,” he said, his gaze dark and approving. “Eyes on me. I want you to know who is giving you pleasure.”

“I’m pretty sure I know,” she assured him, barely recognizing her raspy voice.

He grinned and tweaked her nipple. She arched into him once more.

“Next time you come, you do it with me inside you,” he told her, his gaze never leaving hers as he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust home.

He filled her completely, and flashes of light danced in front of her eyes followed by the prickle of unexpected tears. Sex had never undone her like this before, and it scared her. Her feelings scared her. He’d made her come so many times she’d lost the barriers and walls she normally kept in place. That and he was big, and it had been so long since she’d been with a man, the unexpected sting took her by surprise. And that was the only part of the story she planned to tell herself—and him.

Ian caught the sheen in her eyes and stilled. “Shit.”

He started to pull out, and she clamped her body around his.

“Don’t,” she said, her eyes wide.

“I hurt you.” The last thing he’d wanted to do.

She shook her head. “It’s been awhile. I just need to breathe. And adjust. You’re big,” she said, turning away.

Ridiculous pride washed through him at her admission. He touched her cheek, turning her head back to him. “You should have told me.”

“Ruin the mood and send you running before we got to the good stuff?” she asked lightly.

“The other stuff wasn’t good?” he asked, holding himself stiff, waiting and watching her intently.

She rolled her eyes and laughed, a novel experience. A woman laughing while he was hard and thick inside her. Him wanting to smile too.

“No, Ian, it wasn’t good. It was spectacular,” she said on a little moan accompanied by a twist of her pelvis that pulled him deeper.

Still hot and moist, she was beyond ready for him, and he relaxed his arms and lowered his head, wrapping his mouth around one of her luscious nipples and teasing her until she began to writhe and moan beneath him.

“Oh my God, I think I’m going to—” She cried out and rolled against him, her orgasm crashing over her from the suction of him suckling on her breast.

She was even more slippery now and completely ready, and he began a steady pumping of his hips, taking her hard and fast. She writhed against him, her climax seeming to never end, or maybe she’d just peaked again.

He only knew he’d never had this depth of want or need. He had to have her, take her, own all of her, and he did, with a hard thrust of his cock in her warm flesh, pushing deeper each time he pulled out then slid back inside.

“Ian!”

The sound of his name inflamed his desire.

Need, want, and something very much like emotion overloaded inside him. He took her with deliberate near-punishing thrusts that she accepted and matched by arching her hips in time to his. It didn’t take long; he’d been close since watching her come so many times. His balls drew up tight, and the sudden explosion detonated inside him as he came harder than ever before. He continued to jerk against her until he had no energy left. No thoughts, nothing.

He collapsed on top of her, his body soaking in sweat, hers damp beneath him. Their ragged breathing was the only sound echoing in his ears when reality came back to him. He’d taken her like a man possessed, never stopping to ask if she was okay.

Cursing himself, he reached up and loosened the bindings, slowly lowering her arms and massaging her gently. “Okay?” he managed to ask.

“Mmm,” was her only reply.

He made sure she could easily lower her arms and was comfortable before wrapping himself around her and cocooning her in warmth. Not something he usually did, but then again, his typical woman knew he wasn’t spending the night in her apartment, and he’d never brought a woman here before.

Time passed, and she breathed easier in his embrace, where, he realized, he liked holding her. His heart beat harder inside his chest. It wasn’t good for him to want so much from someone not in his immediate family. He knew this. The outside world tended to disappoint. Hell, his own blood had let him down.

But he couldn’t help needing her beside him, at least for now, and that meant making sure that she didn’t wake up, remember that he’d tied her up and taken her hard, and get angry and upset. Better to know how she was feeling about things now.

“Riley?”

“Tired,” she murmured and snuggled closer, not farther away.

Her lush body pressed against him, making him hard all over again, so he counted down from one hundred, trying to sleep as she was obviously doing, breathing easily beside him.

Ian groaned, resigned to a long, sleepless night.

SIX

S
unlight woke Riley, the bright light on her face unusual when she normally pulled her shades shut before going to bed. She blinked, felt a hard body wrapped around her, realized she was nude, and last night came flooding back in stark, erotic detail. Her independent nature ought to be horrified at how Ian had dominated her, directed every movement up through when she could come, and yet the very thought had her sex pulsing with need.

Needing to see him, she rolled over and stared at his handsome face, so much more relaxed in sleep. She wondered what made him need to control every part of his life, including sex, as much as she wondered why she’d liked it so much. She wriggled backwards, and his hot, thick erection nudged her behind.

She held herself still and waited, but he didn’t seem to wake up. She grinned and decided that while he slept, she could do a little dominating of her own.

He seemed to be a heavy sleeper, and she took advantage, slowly pulling the covers off and scooting lower. She cupped her hand around his already-hard erection, marveling in the smooth feel of his thick length, pulsing in her palm. Though she ought to keep an eye on his face to see if he woke, she couldn’t tear her gaze from the sight of her small hand wrapped around him.

She slid her hand up to the head, down to the bottom, and up again, and was rewarded to see moisture seep from the top. She leaned down and licked him. His hips flexed, and she opened her mouth, enclosing him inside. She knew he was big from the soreness between her thighs this morning, and trying to take him completely was a challenge.

One she welcomed. She was nothing if not determined, and she moistened his length as best she could, licking him up and down then using her hand for better friction. She picked up a rhythm she liked, and apparently so did he because he let out a low, shuddering groan.

She peeked up at him without releasing him from her mouth. His head was propped on pillows, eyes dark and glittering as he watched her. She trembled at the sexy sight and bent back to her task, taking him as deeply as she could, twisting with her wrist, licking with her tongue, and deliberately teasing the round head.

He thrust upward, causing him to hit the back of her throat, and she gagged but managed to breathe through her nose and keep up with his sudden take-over. She shouldn’t be surprised, she thought, as he began to pump into her mouth with a steady rhythm.

Deep, sexy sounds came from him and sent her body into a full state of arousal.

Unable to take it, she slid her free hand down to her clit and stroked her wet flesh, needing more pressure than she was able to give herself if she wanted to come. And she did, badly.

So did he, his thrusting getting harder and faster, and she wanted his release to happen in her mouth, to know she could cause this tightly controlled man to unravel. Her finger worked her clit harder.

Without warning, he reared up, grasped her beneath her arms and flipped her onto her back, looming over her. His hair was mussed, razor stubble added a rakish air to his face, and the effect was even more potent than when he came at her in businessman mode. And his damp, hot erection pulsed against her stomach.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a gruff voice.

“You don’t know? And here I thought you had so much more experience than me,” she said, feeling irreverent but also ready.

His eyes darkened. “Funny.”

“Let me finish.”

“Not if you make yourself come. Your orgasms belong to me.”

At his words, her nipples hardened, and moisture trickled between her thighs. She swallowed back a moan. “So what do you suggest?” she asked, unwilling to forgo her own pleasure just because he said so.