She came again in a long wail.
Kennedy shut her eyes and moaned in surrender. "No more. Can't, no more."
Another low laugh. A rip. Then a massive, throbbing cock poised at her dripping center. "Now you're ready."
He filled her without hesitation, pushing inch by precious inch until he was buried balls deep inside her. Her head thrashed back and forth at the feeling of being stuffed so tight, there was no room to breathe, no room to fight or hold anything back for herself. But he didn't care, she tried to buck him off, but he tugged her wrists over her head and held them tight with one hand. "Open your eyes and look at me, Ken."
She did.
His whole body pressed into every inch of hers. She was pinned beneath him, helpless under his strength, his cock, his burning gaze that demanded she give up everything, right now, right then.
"Tonight, you're mine."
He moved. Back and forth, restating his verbal claim with his physical possession and drive to eradicate every memory from her mind except how Nate fucked her, body and soul. As if he realized she needed to be held down, he never let up the grip of her wrists, and she bucked madly upward, demanding more. A groan ripped from his lips. He quickened the pace, his cock driving in and out while he ground against her clit until the tension broke and exploded.
He shouted her name and spilled his seed, his hips still pistoned madly, wringing the last drop of pleasure from both of them. Finally, he collapsed on top of her and let go of her wrists. Kennedy tried to remember how to breathe, and his heart pounded against her ear. His skin was warm and slightly damp, and the musky scent of man and sex rose to her nostrils.
He inched off her slowly, but never broke contact, choosing to roll to his side, their legs still intermingled. Minutes ticked by. Their breathing slowly resumed. Kennedy wondered if she was dead, then realized she didn't care.
He dropped a kiss on her forehead. "Rest. We've just gotten started."
Dear God.
Nate Ellison Raymond Dunkle was a master.
KENNEDY CRUSHED HER FACE into the soft pillow and sighed. What a perfect dream. Lying on her stomach, she flexed her calf, and the tiny bite of pain in her muscles made her smile. Funny, it was almost like she had sex last night. A lot of sex. The ache between her thighs throbbed for something to fill it. It was still night, and she was so tired and happy, she didn't want to open her eyes and let reality intrude. An odd fulfillment coursed through her veins and there was no need to screw with it right now. She'd just go back to sleep and . . .
Oh, my.
A tongue ran up the back of her thighs and gentle, but firm hands pushed her legs apart. Her body perked up and slammed into demand mode, wanting more of that teasing, wet kiss. Those hands moved to her ass and rubbed her cheeks, pulling them apart and massaging deep, and the tongue kept stroking, closer to her wet, throbbing center that wept for relief. She bit her lip and moaned into the pillow. Oh, please don't let me wake up too soon, oh please, oh please . . .
Teeth bit deep into the curve of her ass.
The sharp pain zapped her to attention. She bucked, but the raw shot of pleasure stole her breath.
"How does that feel? Too much?"
The rumble of Nate's voice hit her ears. Raw images of what they had done together danced in her vision, and suddenly she was wide awake. "Hurts. But then it feels good. What are you doing?"
"Everything. I've neglected your rear and that's a crime. I knew I missed another erogenous zone."
Her belly dropped. This just wasn't . . . possible. "You didn't take a Viagra or anything, did you?"
He laughed low and the vibrations against her skin coaxed another shiver. "I have you. Don't need it. I studied tantric principles that teach control. A little BDSM. Various postures to ensure full stimulation."
He did something so erotic and naughty to her rear she whimpered. Usually, she hated men looking at her bottom. It was the one part of her anatomy she felt was too big no matter how much she worked out. "I'm more comfortable on my back."
"I'm not. Reach out and grab the headboard."
The command threw her off kilter, but she did it. "Nate, I don't think I can have another orgasm."
Another silky laugh. Those wicked fingers dipped into her channel, stretched, and played. "Liar. I love your ass. Firm, full, and sweet as sugar. I want to try something. Tell me if you don't like it."
"I--oh!"
As his fingers played between her legs, he slapped her rear with the open palm of his other hand. The sound of flesh against flesh exploded in the room. She flinched, but tingles of warmth spread over her ass and into her clit. "Yes. No?"
She gritted her teeth together and told the truth. "Yes."
"Hell, there's just a blush of pink, I need more." He gave a few more firm slaps, then removed his fingers to rub her stinging cheeks. The mixed-up sensations of pain, pleasure, and arousal pumped through her and made her crazy. "So fucking beautiful. I was never into the dom thing, but damn if I wouldn't love to tie you up and pleasure you until you beg."
She moaned. "I'm begging now. Can't take it."
"Your back is so graceful. The smooth line of your spine, the dimples above your ass." He ran his tongue up and down, nibbling on her spine, continuing to rub, press, and arouse. Suddenly, he moved up and lay completely on top of her, his front pressed to her back, his erection at her dripping entrance. His hot breath rushed over her ear as he tugged her hair to the side. His tongue caressed the delicate shell of her ear, nipped her lobe, and his hands teased the plump sides of her breasts. She was trapped, helpless, waiting for him to make the next move, and she realized in that moment he held more power over her than any man before him. Her mind spun, her body cried out for relief, and still he pushed her limits, his throbbing cock slipping in a few precious inches and then stopping.
"I want to fuck you again."
"Yes!"
"How bad do you want it?"
A whine escaped her lips. "I'll do anything. Please."
"Even play more golf?"
"Bastard."
His dick slipped out of her and he bit her shoulder. A shudder wracked her body. "Yes! I'll play golf with you, I promise."
"Good girl. Let go of the headboard and get on your knees."
She positioned herself like he demanded, and she heard the rustle of a wrapper as he sheathed his penis with a condom. He pushed against her entrance with slow, deliberate movements until he was fully seated. He filled every inch, driving away her breath, and she wiggled her hips, desperate for him to move. His groan gave her a surge of satisfaction. "You're going to kill me."
"Good. Can we get on with it, please?"
"Brat. I read in Cosmo that if you line up doggy style, I'll have a better chance of hitting your g-spot every time."
She arched her back and tried to force him to do something. His length throbbed inside of her, making electrical circuits of fire shoot off at various nerve endings. "Sounds like a plan. Any time now."
His chuckle gave her a bad feeling. "Not yet. I need to properly stimulate you first."
"Trust me, I'm stimulated."
Remaining still, he rocked tiny inches back and forth, just to give her a taste, while his hands stroked down her back and reached underneath to play with her nipples. Little tugs tightened the nubs to hard points, and her breasts swelled underneath all the attention. Her hands trembled as she held herself up, helpless and aching for his next touch. Those talented fingers spent long minutes on her breasts, before moving to her back. He smoothed his palms down and nibbled on her spine, licking downward, pulling her ass cheeks apart to stab his tongue against her until she writhed and begged and pleaded.
Grasping her hips, he pulled out and slammed back into her.
The rippling delight spread out over her body and concentrated on her pounding clit. He swiveled his hips and did it again. Then again.
The fifth stroke hit the spot. She screamed as bliss shimmered and gripped every muscle.
"Ah, got it. Hold on, sweetheart."
She twisted the sheets in her fingers and gave up. Driving, hard thrusts met that magic place, forcing her higher and higher, the tension squeezing mercilessly until her throat clogged with tears and she knew she'd die from the ache. His fingers slipped between her legs, pinched her clit hard, and then let go.
"Ah!"
The orgasm took over and shattered her foundation. She rode out the release, but he kept going, until the second orgasm ripped through and she collapsed helplessly on the bed. He stroked and murmured soothing words as he rolled her boneless body over onto his chest and held her tight. She closed her eyes and wondered if her rocket scientist had ruined her for life.
thirteen
NATE KNEW THE moment reality broke through.
He half opened his eyes to find Kennedy hopping around the bedroom, trying to get dressed. Tiptoeing softly, she kept darting worried glances at the bed, as if afraid he'd rear up and grab her. He enjoyed the view as she tried to wiggle into her ruined thong, then muttered a curse as she balled it up. She bit her lip as if making a decision, and then shimmied into her miniskirt without underwear.
Oh, yeah.
He wondered what she'd do about the shirt, but she tugged her discarded bra from under the pillow, slipped it on, and went to his closet. With another quick look at the bed, she tugged a white button-down shirt from the hanger and donned it, fastening every last button up to the neck. It hung past the short skirt but she didn't seem to care. She disappeared into the bathroom, and he heard the water running at a trickle while she probably tugged at her hair and brushed her teeth. He had a spare toothbrush in the cabinet, but he figured he'd let her find it and not ruin her escape plan.
At least, not yet.