Billi Jean (16 page)

“Mmm, I like that.”

He brushed his lips along the column of her neck. She tilted her head to give him more room and grazed his cock with another wiggle of her hips. Instead of rushing it, he trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts, licking a gorgeous nipple until she was arching and thrusting her breast down, obviously wanting more. But not asking. He rubbed his jaw over the side of her breast and she gasped. Her nails dug into his chest, but she stayed quiet.

“You like that?”

“Mmm, oh, yeah. I do.” She pressed down on his chest with her hands and moved her breast along his face on her own. He loved that, how responsive she was to his touch.

“More?”

For an answer, she pulled away to sit up and meet his eyes. He lifted her hips and she rose up on her knees, allowing him to position his cock and guide her down, gently filling her inch by slow inch. They both groaned at the same time. She was hot, wet and so tight he had to work to get inside, but it felt so good.

“Russell…” She sucked in a breath, but made the soft little sound of pleasure he was beginning to recognise, too. It was close to a moan but sounded needier, almost too soft to hear, but he found himself listening for it now.

“You like that?”

She blushed but lifted her bottom in his hands and bit her lip when he cupped her tighter.

“Oh, Russell, that feels so good,” she whispered, gripping his shoulders and licking his jaw before sucking on his skin. She was wet, so tight it was making him crazy, but he needed to remain in control. Slow and gentle.

“Fuck, let me show you good, baby.”

“Russell!” She bit him on the jaw and glared at him. “You swear too much.”

His cock jerked inside her, making them both groan as he sank deeper.

“Ah, baby, you like it when I swear. And we might be making love, but I’m going to fuck you all day.” He felt her shiver around his cock. Her pussy clenched at the word ‘fuck’ and he slipped in deeper. “Feel that, baby? Nice and slow. This kind of fuck will make you come like crazy,” he told her.

He kept up the slow, steady pace but Susan tried to increase it, pushing back into him with amazing little grinds of her hips. She was tight this way, hell, she was tiny any way he looked at it, but on top like this she fit like a warm, wet glove. He increased the pace. Susan sucked in a breath and her hands clenched into fists on his chest. She liked that. He found the spot again when he drove in deeper.

“Oh, Russell, there. Oh, there.”

Holding her bottom down firmly, he began hitting her pussy with sharp upward movements of his hips. She tossed her head and silky hair fluttered over his arm and shoulder. Pink, luscious lips parted. With each upward thrust her breasts bounced and her head nodded. She was lost to passion, grinding down him and softly moaning his name.

Around his cock, he felt her trembling on the edge already. He slowed down, shoving in and stopping as deep as possible. Her wail of protest did odd things to him. His gut clenched, sweat poured off him in gallons, his cock flexed like it wanted to dig in even deeper, but he held still, fighting not to move a muscle as she wriggled in his hold.

“You want more, baby? Tell me. Say it. ‘Fuck me, Russell.’ Tell me.” He needed this, for some reason. “Say it, baby. I’ll make you scream.” Wanted to hear her say something she’d probably never said before. He was pushing her, he knew it, but some instinct said she liked it. “I want to hear it,” he whispered into her neck, licking her soft skin, and felt her tighten around his cock.

“Russell, stop teasing me,” she wailed.

His cock jerked and his balls felt pinched. He pressed his hips up tight and ground into her.

“Say it. Tell me,” he demanded, determined not to move even if it was killing him. He’d come twice and wanted more, but he could wait. Something told him she wanted this. She was flooding his cock with her excitement. He wanted her to tell him what she wanted, what turned her on. He had an idea this did. She might not know enough to know all the things that turned her on but he was guessing his crude language made her hot. Hoping.

“Russell, please!” She tried to move her hips, but he held her tighter.

“Ah-ah, baby.” He kissed his way to her mouth.

She flung her hair off her face and glared down at him.

Adorable. Fucking adorable.
“Tell me.”

“You owe me. Now move,” she said, actually biting his lip with that little comeback. He nearly exploded. She was so stubborn it made him hotter than hell.

“Say it.”

She struggled against his hold, but only managed to nearly have him blow his load at how good she felt wiggling all over him.

“Russell!”

“Say it, baby. Say it,” he urged, giving her one firm thrust nearly shoving her up his body. If he hadn’t been holding her down by her lush ass with both hands, she would have hit the headboard. He ground his teeth at how good she felt surrounding his cock. Owed her? Yeah, he did, but not for hedging about the alarm. He was in heaven and didn’t want it to end.

“Russell, oh, God!”

“Say it. Say ‘fuck me harder’. Say it.”

She let out a low, sexy groan and tipped her head back. Her breasts bobbed and she tried to move on his dick. He kept her still, refusing to give her the friction they were both dying for. With another low cry, she gave him a passion-filled, frustrated look and rocked forward, digging her nails into his chest. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock before she cried out his name.

“Russell, harder. I want you to fuck me harder, right now!” She took his mouth in a desperate kiss and he thrust upwards, grinding against her. She felt so good he had to struggle not to join her when the force of her climax trembled down her legs cinched around his waist.

He groaned as pleasure ripped from his scalp all the way down his toes. He jerked with each gush and held Susan tightly, too tight, but unable to stop. Nothing could have stopped him. Even when he was done, he tipped her over onto her back and sank into her willing embrace again. She purred like a happy little cat and he took them up to the stars again, trying to soothe the burn that heated them both.

Chapter Nine

Sore muscles and tender places deep inside protested when she snuggled closer to Russell’s sweaty body. Sucking in a breath, she both heard and felt Russell’s soft chuckle. She swatted him playfully on the arm and he chuckled even more, sliding his warm hand down her back to cup her bottom. The man had no shame at all. He brushed a kiss to her neck, and she sighed at the feel of his rough jaw tingling over her sensitive skin. Man, she loved that, how rough he felt against her. Manly.

Russell seemed a lot happier. He’d not stopped kissing and touching her all day. He’d completely surprised her with a playful side. He laughed more, too. She’d found this new side to him reassuring on so many levels.

“I thought you were going to sleep all day, honey. I wore you out.”

A shiver chased down her spine at his deep voice. Holding in a grin at his boasting, she kissed his warm, tanned skin. “Huh, I needed a quick nap.”

“Ah, I see. Didn’t wear you out, huh?”

She giggled as the hand gripping her bottom tightened suggestively. His deep voice sounded hopeful now.

It felt incredible to be in bed with Russell like this. Just being able to run a hand up his rippling abs was amazing. It was like she’d fallen into some dream, but not a dream she’d ever imagined because Russell, with all his scars and toughness mixed with sweetness, was simply more than she’d ever dreamed existed. His body was so different from hers. She snuggled closer and tried to soak up the fact that this was really happening. Who knew men were so much warmer? How was that fair? Bigger, better jobs, better opportunities, and they were naturally warmer? Fascinating.

He reached a hand up and tipped her face up to kiss her when she didn’t open her eyes. He seemed to like to do that. Kiss her all the time. Varying his approach, hot and possessive kisses, then slow, gentle or barely-a-whisper kisses. She had to admit that was one of the reasons she probably wasn’t completely mortified by what they’d been doing. His gentle tenderness. It spoke to her of something more than simple sex.

She hoped. Because basically, yep, all they’d done today was have amazing, mind-blowing sex. She still couldn’t believe it. She’d gone from no sex to so much she shouldn’t be wanting more, but she did. Who knew it was like those Lays potato chips? She wanted Russell—the whole bag of chips—as often as she could get him.

Someone should have warned her about men like Russell Ryland.
If
there were other men like Russell Ryland. Such a big, strong man, a warrior really, but tender, too. And oddly serious.

He hadn’t been teasing her about making her come until she was screaming. It was shocking what he could do to her body. And when he’d finally pulled out, she’d been only slightly amazed he was still hard. He was hard right now. He was like a big, solid pole against her thigh. For some reason she could tell the difference between his body and
that
particular part of his body. The skin was hotter than the rest of him, for one, but she also felt almost hyper-aware of that wonderful penis. Almost possessive, like she owned his long, thick member. But he wasn’t pressing her for sex, just holding her close for comfort. For him? Or for her? She couldn’t say. Maybe both.

“Susan?” he murmured again. He sounded worried now, and she opened her eyes to see his grey eyes were full of concern. How had she ever thought his eyes cold?

“No. I might have to take a rain check on that, though, big guy,” she told him, curling her hand around his erection because she could, and because it was fascinating. She slid a hand up his shaft and he made a soft grunt.

“I like that, a rain check. Can you keep that up until then?” he said.

She glanced up to see a smile tugging at his kiss-swollen mouth. He’d anchored an arm behind his head, his other hand still playing with her hair while he watched her with that killer smile. He smiled more now. She had to admit she did, too.
Who wouldn’t?
she wondered. Sex was so much better than chocolate. Whoever had started that rumour obviously hadn’t been having sex like she had.

“Mmm, you like that?”

His brows rose to his hairline, as if she’d asked something that should have been obvious. “Hell, yeah. Your hands on me? Yeah, I like.” He rolled his hips when he spoke, making her giggle. The man was something else. He was so confident, it was catching.

She glanced up him and he winked. Shifting his hips up, obviously enjoying her hands, he groaned huskily. The urge to kiss him was too much, and she wiggled up a little to rub her lips against his rough chin. She trailed over his neck and behind his ear, finding a soft spot there that he seemed to like. Her hands tightened on his cock when it flexed in response to a nibble on his earlobe.

He was so amazingly different from her, so strong, and smelt so good—a sharp pine scent mixed with warm man. She still felt awed at being able to simply touch and explore him like this, but the more she did, the more he showed her how much he liked her caresses. Not that Russell ever held back. The man was very free with what he wanted, what he liked. She doubted anything was off limits for Russell—if it felt good, he’d do it, and make her like it, too. A shiver of want bubbled up her body just remembering telling him to fuck her.

Amazing.

“Goddamn, that feels so fucking good.”

She nipped his jaw just to hear him groan even more. His erection swelled under her hands. He liked it rough, Russell did, she thought with a thrill. She’d always thought she was waiting for the right guy to make her weak in the knees. Russell made her want to do things to him that had no business being in her brain to begin with. And worse, her stomach flipped a little with her thoughts, anxiousness rushing her body and making her flush. She barely knew him, had only known him for a little over a week, but this felt right. Was she easy, then? God, had it been the move, the attack, that had given her the need to feel this connection? And then in the morning—or rather, later today, since it had all started in the morning—would he leave? Only to ignore her in town except for a brief hello?

A chill sent goosebumps up and down her arms.

After dinner last night, she’d thought he’d held back because he wanted more from her. But now she was so confused, she had to wonder if this was all he’d been thinking about, after all. He’d admitted wanting to have sex with her since that first day.

Remembering that sent a thrill through her.

And more confusion. Last night, she’d feared him a bit for even thinking he wanted more. Now she feared him because he might only want
this
? She was really, really screwed up. Completely. And God, what had her father always said?
Know a man a good long while, Lacey. If not, if you give him the goods, he’ll enjoy it but not respect you
. Her dad’s way of saying, ‘why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?’ wasn’t helping with the unease trying to pierce her little bubble of happiness.

She lingered over Russell’s throat, loving that roughness there, the sunburnt skin, a bit of bristle even here. He was panting, nearly as tense as he got right before some serious action.

Had she given it away? No, she’d practically begged him to take it. Doing anything and everything he wanted. And—for better or worse, depending on how she was going to look at this—she’d loved it.

“Sunshine, we’re going to have a bit more goin’ on here in about five seconds.”

She nibbled his lip, kissing him briefly and moving on before he could take more. He gripped her bottom tighter, his hand beginning to caress her roughly, expertly making her temperature rise.

Sex was so much better than she’d dreamed. So many things made sense now. So many people. No wonder girls made complete fools of themselves at the base, chasing after men. Chasing after men like Russell, whose lips were still swollen from her kisses, she noticed. She could only imagine what she looked like. But she couldn’t care less. This was too amazing.
He
was too amazing. And she was going to enjoy every moment of exploring his body like he had hers.