Against The Wall (6 page)

With his face suddenly buried in the sensitive crook of her neck and shoulder, Shea could feel the harsh groans of breath bursting from his throat against her skin, so warm and exciting. She loved the silkiness of his flesh, the burgeoning, granite-hard mass of pumping blood buried beneath the sliding skin.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, and again he guided her motions, teaching her how to stroke him from root to tip, their fingers tangled around the huge, pulsing rod.

When Shea felt the moisture gathering on the massive, plum-like head, she couldn’t resist the erotic urge to explore the weeping slit with her thumb. “You’re wet,” she murmured thickly, smearing the pearly drops across the broad crown.

Ryan ground his forehead into the wall above her left shoulder, pumping his cock between their fingers while animal-like snarls escaped his throat. He was hard and thick, pulsing from the wide base all the long way up to the huge head, and her sweet little touches were damn near unmanning him. His free hand fisted, then slammed into the wall beside his head. “Christ,” he panted gruffly. “I need to touch you, Shea, but I don’t wanna rush this—rush you.”

“Damn it, Ryan, do I look rushed?” She loved his warm, masculine scent and nuzzled his collarbone for more. But she needed his taste too, and so she lapped at the hollow in the base of his throat, wanting to explore everywhere at once. “Please touch me, Ry. I’ve dreamed about what it’d be like to have your hands on me, inside of me, making me scream.”

He cursed viciously beneath his breath, and before she could blink, he ripped the insubstantial black lace thong from her body.

Her empty hand was taken from its resting place against his hard-muscled chest. This time she suffered a moment’s hesitation as he forced it between her own legs, his fingers relentless in their hold and deliberate intent, their other hands still stroking his cock.

She squirmed against him, shocked and flushed and so hungry for him she could barely stay on her feet. An excited moan broke through her lips as Ryan kneed her legs farther apart and moved their fingers across her drenched pussy, allowing her to feel the slippery wet heat and swollen flesh.

“God, I want to fuck you,” he groaned against her neck, his face buried there, breathing in her sultry, feminine scent with every ragged breath he took.

The back of her head ground into the wall and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Uhhmm—”

He’d said he wanted to fuck her, and that’s what she wanted too, more than anything, but somehow this was all moving so fast and she was suddenly finding herself more anxious than she’d actually thought she’d be. Ryan was as sexually experienced as a guy could get, and even though she had a good grasp of the fundamentals, there was still so much that she’d never experienced in real time—beyond the realm of her sexual fantasies. What if he could tell? What if she did something that clued him in and sent him running again?

As if he sensed the jumble of emotions roaring through her sensory-overloaded system, he grunted, “It’s okay, Shea. You’re fine. Don’t fight it, honey. You feel how wet you are? How swollen your little cunt lips feel?” His voice had gone rough with awe, thick with need. “You really do want me, don’t you?”

The evidence of just how much she wanted him was drenching their fingers, making her swollen pussy hot and slick with cream. Ryan left no part of her untouched, as if he were greedy for it all, every slick surface and texture. His hands moved hers, fingers guiding fingers, slow and knowingly. Then his long, rough middle finger penetrated the tiny opening of her body, working its way up through the wonderfully constricting tightness of her cunt.

His groan was long, deep—almost pain-filled—and he didn’t stop until he had it buried up to his palm.

Shea made no sound at all, afraid one soft sigh or fractured breath would shatter her into a million pieces. She’d never imagined just having his finger shoved inside of her could feel so…so…intense. So full. Her muscles were clenching deep inside, clamping down on him, desperate for more. It felt so different than when Jimmy had touched her—so much fuller, richer, hotter.

“You’re like a wet little mouth squeezing my finger, Shea. I’ve never felt anything so tight and wet. Shit, it must’ve been a long time for you, huh?” he muttered angrily, working his big finger out and back in, still trapping her own hand beneath his palm, grinding it against her clit. “Is that why you want me in here? Why you’re willing to lower yourself and let me cram my hungry cock into this creamy cunt—because it’s been too damn long since you were fucked raw?”

The callous words burned, but Shea knew what he was doing. Ryan liked his walls, and he was tough enough to fight dirty, even now, to keep them intact. He was willing to be ugly and crude to keep her from breaking through and reaching him. But she hadn’t come this far to let him get away from her now. Swallowing her frustration, she said, “It’s not going to work this time, Ry. You’re not going to scare me away and hurt my feelings, so give it up.”

The hand trapped beneath his twisted until she was able to reverse positions and grip his own, forcing his finger even deeper, making them both moan. “I want you here,” she told him in a husky whisper, moving her hips, “because it’s where you belong. You know it’s true. You’ve just been too damn stubborn to admit it.”

That hit too close to the truth, and so he fought back the only way he knew how. “What were you really looking for, Shea?” His tone was snide as he leaned back and gave her a deliberately lewd look, thrusting a second large finger into her, knowing it was too much for the narrow slit to take. Her taut flesh was      stretched and straining, quivering from his penetration. “Did you want what Rich Spalding was dishing out? Is that what turns you on, honey? You want a man big enough to get rough with you?”

Shea shivered, but she didn’t back down. “You don’t scare me, so stop trying. I know you’d never hurt a woman. You can call me names because you’re angry or afraid, but it’s not going to send me running, Ry. There’s no way in hell you could ever hurt me.”

His eyes blazed. “If you really believe that, then you’re even more naïve than you look. I’d never physically hurt you on purpose, that’s true—but if you’re expecting anything more from me than this, then you are going to get hurt!”

Her mouth opened to launch another argument, but Ryan twisted his fingers and jammed them into a sweet spot buried deep inside of her, bringing instead a sharp gasp from between her lips. Then his thumb found her stiff clit, brushing it so softly she thought her heart would stop.

“But you’re just going to have to deal with it, because I’m through fighting this thing between us.” His mouth pressed against hers, rough and insistent, the words grunted against her lips. “And I’m not afraid of you.”

“The hell you aren’t!” She pulled back to see his face, and the knowing look in her big gray eyes was all woman. It scared the hell out of him.

“I wish I knew why. Whatever happened to you before, I’m not—I’d never hurt you. I lo—”

The words were cut off as quickly as they’d tumbled forth, lost beneath the hungry assault of his mouth as it slashed across hers. His jaws worked as he moved his head from one angle to another, testing the fit of their mouths, forcing her to let him deeper. His tongue stroked her lips, her teeth, then arrowed to the back of her throat, tasting her completely, as if he’d eat her alive. As if he couldn’t get quite deep enough into her.

Now the sexy growls he made, so savage and raw, were thrust deep into her mouth while he stroked and penetrated, demanding everything from her.

For a moment Shea was lost, drowning beneath the hungry demands of his lips and tongue, her heart beating like a maddened thing ready to burst through her chest. His taste was incredible, like honey and cinnamon, making her crave more and more. She wanted to drink him in until she was drunk on him, until he’d filled all the empty hollows of her life with his warm, sexy flavor.

Suddenly their wet fingers were pulling at his clothes, and together they somehow managed to pull his T-shirt over his head, all but ripping the seams in their urgency. When he pressed his bare chest against her naked breasts, she thought she’d die from the pleasure of it. His golden brown chest hair, slightly darker than that on his head, chafed against her sensitive nipples and they instantly hardened into two distinct little points, stabbing into the sculpted wall of muscle.

Ryan’s mouth broke from hers long enough for him to lower his head and take one pretty pink nipple into the biting wet suction of his mouth. A raw cry of need rushed from her, answered by his own gruff sound of arousal as he ate at her plump breast, his jaws and throat working to take her in.

Just when Shea thought she couldn’t take the exquisite torture a moment longer, Ryan moved to her other breast, laving her nipple, and then drawing it between his lips so he could work it against the roof of his mouth. He sucked on her until incoherent sobs were fighting their way through her parted lips and she was dripping down the insides of her trembling thighs.

His mouth found hers again and her hunger swiftly burst forth, despite the strange feeling of exposure and vulnerability. This time she kissed him back, her tongue every bit as wild and untamed as his own, eager to claim more of his heady taste. Their bodies went slick with heat and sweat, their mingled breaths choppy and raw.

That was it. The first soft stroke of her tongue and Ryan knew with a sickening certainty that he wasn’t going to be able to stop with just this one taste of her. Not that he honestly wanted to do any such thing, but the rational part of his mind had still known it was wrong to take things this far.

Before she knew what he was doing, he dipped his finger into her pussy again—not deep, just enough to collect her cream—and then he lifted that finger up to his face and sucked the gleaming digit straight into his mouth. Shea watched in fascinated need as he licked it clean, his eyes burning with hunger while he held her stare. His hand was so wet with her juices that his lips were left glistening with them, the scent of her pussy sweet and clean as it filled the air between them, and she took in huge mouthfuls as she struggled for breath. Then his tongue flicked out to lick his lips, clearly savoring her taste, and she trembled as if he’d actually licked her own skin instead.

Ryan growled a dark, deep guttural sound that rumbled straight up from his chest. Watching her every moment of the way, he slowly lowered his face to hers. “Open your mouth,” he grunted, and the second she parted her lips, he stroked them with his tongue. She groaned at the eroticism of the action, and then he sent his tongue deep, sharing her flavor with her in the sexiest way she could’ve ever imagined. Her heart beat so strong it felt like death, and yet her body had never felt more alive, as if every cell were crying out in need for this searing physical connection.

When he finally lifted his head, she was dazed and panting, her cheeks flushed with violent color. Ryan thought she looked like the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. And she was finally going to be his.

He smiled down at her, his look far more dangerous than any she’d ever seen before, like that of a predator preparing to devour its next meal—as if he’d get under her skin, straight to the insatiable cravings buried beneath flesh and bone. When he spoke, his lust-roughened voice stroked her naked skin like a warm rush of pleasure, making her lower body clench, her pussy spasming in need, desperate for something to fill it. His fingers or tongue or cock! God, anything, she wanted to scream, just get it in me!

“You taste exactly how I knew you would, Shea. Your mouth, your cunt, your tits. Everything about you is just so damn sweet,” he growled, leaning back enough to give him a clear view of her naked, quivering body. “You’re just so damn beautiful—I can’t stop looking at you,” he grunted. “Every incredible inch of this sweet little body—I just wanna fucking fill up on it!”

In a thick, sensual haze, Shea watched him drop to his knees in front of her, felt his big hands on the insides of her trembling thighs, spreading them wide, forcing them to part for his shoulders. The width made her lose her balance, but he pressed into her, securing her legs, his face practically buried in her muff. Jesus. Was it just ten minutes ago that he’d never even touched her, not even a friggin’ handshake, and now he was getting an up-close and personal shot of her dripping pussy, his nose nearly touching the small triangle of curls?

Ryan took a deep breath, flicking a quick glance up at her flushed, excited face. Oh, yeah. She wanted this as bad as he did. His fingers sifted through her delicate curls, teasing her, and he couldn’t resist the temptation to watch as his long fingers tweaked through the silky little patch glistening with her juices. The lips of her cunt were preciously bare beneath her pretty black swirls of hair. “I love your little patch, Shea. It’s soft, sexy as hell. And these bare lips, so slippery and wet, are just begging to be sucked and licked.”

His fingers moved lower, skimming over her ripe, near-to-bursting clit, and he laughed a wicked sound of triumph when her body jolted in reaction. Then he moved the hand that had been gripping her thigh and used it to separate her pink, swollen lips, opening her cunt to him so he could take a nice long look. Damn it, he’d have liked more light, but wasn’t willing to get up and go turn on another lamp.

Her belly hollowed out with her swift intake of breath, her thighs trembling with tension. “Oh shit.”

Ryan smiled at the tremor in her voice. “Mmm…I can see all of you now, Shea. Every soft, pink inch of your pretty cunt. It’s gorgeous, baby. Fucking incredible.” His fingers stroked over her, circling the tiny hole, and then, without warning, he shoved those two big, rough fingers straight up into her again, jerking a low scream from her throat.

Jesus, it was gonna damn near kill him when he finally got around to putting his cock in her. She was stretched tight around him, her inner muscles squeezing and contracting as they tried to make room for the thick intrusion.

Every muscle in his arm was tight and delineated as he slowly pulled his fingers free, and then he thrust again, shoving them deeper than before, and she clamped down on him so tightly this time that his breath hissed out between his teeth. “Keep your eyes on me,” he growled. Then he leaned forward, flicked his tongue out against her swollen clit, pulled his fingers free, and shoved in three.