Guilty Cravings (The Steamy South 1) (16 page)

“All right.” Still
wearing the ski mask, George waved the gun and took the handcuffs and keys from
the dresser. “Handcuff one of your hands to the footboard,” he told Nick.

“Nick?” Emily tried
to keep the fear out of her voice. Was he insane? How could he agree to this?

“It’ll be okay, sweetheart.
I won’t hurt you.” Nick cuffed himself to the bed.

“Yeah, sweetheart,”
the intruder breathed in her ear.

She recoiled. “Stop!
You bastard!”

“Get on the bed.” George
shoved her forward, making her stumble and fall half on the mattress. He caught
her bare ass. “Oh you’re naked under that robe.”

“Get your filthy
hands off me!” She kicked at him, wishing she could smash his nose.

“Get up there and
spread your legs!” the idiot ordered.

“Nick. I don’t want
to do this,” Emily whispered, crawling to the opposite side of the mattress.
“Please.”

Damned if this wasn’t
killing Nick. He’d do anything for Emily, especially when she had such
desperation in her eyes. But right now he didn’t have much choice. “I have a plan,”
he mouthed so the bastard couldn’t hear him. “Trust me, Emily. You know I’d
never hurt you, right?” he said aloud.

She nodded. The tears
sparkling in her eyes made him feel as if someone had punched him in the
stomach.

“Trust me,” he urged.
His plan would work only if she went along with it. “Please.”

“Okay.” At that
moment he sensed her profound trust as she locked her gaze onto his. And it
meant more to him than he could ever express. He couldn’t let her down. He had
to keep her safe no matter what he had to do to accomplish that.

“Good.” He helped her
lie down, then leaned in for a kiss.
Mmm,
her lips were soft and sweet
and so responsive to his. Her breathing changed, grew faster and shallower. She
seemed eager for his mouth and tongue.

“Get going. Haven’t
got all night!” George ordered behind him.

He glared back at the
psychotic bastard. “Give Emily some space. You’ve scared her. A woman can’t get
turned on if she’s terrified.”

George backed up a
few steps, the look in his eyes behind the mask shifting to contrite and his
grip on the pistol less rigid.

“Is there some kind
of legend that goes along with this object?” Nick asked, trying to buy some
time.

“It belonged to some
ancient Celtic tribe and was used in their fertility rituals. It is said to
make a woman so horny she’ll beg for it from any man.” George’s eyes gleamed
with eager lust. And at the moment, that lust was directed at Emily.

Nick wanted to knock
him on his ass now, but he had to be patient. “Why do you care so much about
it?” If he knew that, maybe he’d know this guy’s motive for killing Jared.

“That’s none of your
business. Now, get on with it!” George held the stone dildo out, but Nick
ignored it. The way George was staring at Emily’s bare thighs, he was
practically enthralled. That could only work to Nick and Emily’s advantage.

Maybe George had
committed murder because Jared had a fling with his wife. Didn’t take much
jealousy to inspire murder.

Nick turned back to
Emily. Her tear-filled eyes, wide with fear, urged him to do something. “Close
your eyes and trust me, Em,” Nick whispered. “I won’t let him touch you.
Pretend it’s just you and me.”

Wiping the tears
away, she nodded and did as he said.

Nick pushed up
Emily’s short pink robe. She hadn’t had time to put on panties earlier. She was
bare and her legs pressed tightly together. Hell, he hated that she had to go
through this, that this damned psycho would see her pussy.

Nick removed his only
condom from his pocket and ripped it open, regretting that he wouldn’t get to
sheath his own cock in it. “Give me that stone dildo.”

George blew out a sharp
breath, his gaze locked on Emily’s bared mound and did as he was told, holding
the gun on Nick at all times.

Nick placed the
phallus between his knees and rolled the condom onto it with his one free hand.
The stone dildo was slightly thicker than her purple plastic one, but no larger
than his own cock, and he hoped it wouldn’t hurt her. He kissed her bent knee
and hoped his plan for distracting the perpetrator would work.

“Spread your legs,”
he said in a low tone. “Let me see that beautiful pussy.” If he could get her
wildly turned on, this wouldn’t be so hard on her.

Again she squeezed
her eyes tight but widened her legs. Damn, she was already wet…and luscious,
her pink lips glistening. Resting on one elbow between her legs, he parted her
pussy lips and licked between. “Mmm, that’s good. So sweet.”

Her back arched and
she gasped. She was so juicy he ached to slide his own cock inside her. But
that wasn’t what the bastard waiting nearby wanted. Nick spread her legs wide
as he could, continuing to lick her clit. It hardened and swelled. She writhed
beneath him, breathing hard, her lips parted. She was so fucking hot. He’d give
anything to be alone with her right now.

He glanced back to
see what George was doing.

The armed bastard was
gaping at Emily’s cunt with openmouthed wonder. Drool might drip from his lips
at any moment.

“Stick it in now,” George
said, his voice unsteady.

Nick took the
condom-sheathed marble dildo and prodded it gently against her slit while
flicking her clit with his tongue. Sliding it more, he inserted the tip into
her. She lifted her hips as if wanting more. He pushed it and she gasped. “Oh,
Nick.”

“Yeah. Is that good?”

“Um-hmm.”

The dildo was
slightly bigger than she was accustomed to, probably stretching the walls of
her pussy. He wanted to be the one doing that. He sensed the turmoil within
her. The pleasure and pain combined. But clearly she wanted it, and he didn’t
let up. He slowly inched the dildo deeper. His cock was almost as hard as the
stone phallus, aching to take its place.

Her back was arched
far as it would go, her legs spread wide. She was laid out before him like a
virgin sacrifice. And he wondered if this was a replica of some ancient Stone
Age fertility ritual. Crying out, she thrust her hips, riding and grinding on
the phallus in a circular motion.

“Move back so I can
see,” George demanded.

Nick gave her clit
one last lick and moved back slightly. Oh yeah, her cunt was stretched to the
limit. He had the dildo buried almost to the base.

The bastard muttered
a curse, obviously aroused. Nick had been counting on that.

“Okay, slide it out,
then in,” George said, sounding like one of those obscene phone calls with
heavy breathing.

Nick pulled the stone
out slowly and the condom encasing it was slick and shiny with her juices.

“Mmm, look how wet
her pussy is,” Nick said, trying to distract George. He slid the dildo back in
slowly. Emily’s body arched to accept it hungrily. She moaned, thrusting her
hips.

“Does that feel good,
Em?” he asked.

“Um-hmm,” she moaned.

“Oh yeah. She’s
loving that dildo inside her,” Nick murmured.

George made a choking
sound, then grabbed his own dick through his pants.

Nick repressed a
snort. His plan was starting to work. He increased the pace, sliding the dildo
faster. “I think she likes getting fucked by a stone dick,” he said, hoping his
commentary would make the bastard lose control.

At that moment
Emily’s body convulsed in orgasm and she tried to muffle her cries in the
pillow.

The man gasped, lay
down his gun on a nearby table and unzipped his pants. Idiot. Only a few more
seconds and Nick would give the sonofabitch what he deserved.

“She’s beautiful when
she comes, huh?”

“Yeah, beautiful.” George
ripped the ski mask from his head and sweat glistened on his red face. He then
started masturbating frantically.

Perfect. Now Nick
could identify the bastard whom he’d never seen before.

Unbelievably, Emily
came again. This time she screamed out. George groaned and Nick glanced aside
to see semen spurting from the bastard’s dick. Nick withdrew the stone phallus
from Emily and threw it hard at George’s head. It made contact with a loud
whack and the bozo dropped to the floor, groaning.

Nick leaned down and
yanked at the guy’s pants which were loose around his ankles. He quickly
retrieved the key from the pocket and unlocked the handcuffs from his own
wrist. He then handcuffed George’s hands behind his back, his underwear still
around his knees. The nut-job would likely have a concussion or at least one
horrid headache when he came to. Nick hoped. To make sure George didn’t escape
while his head was turned, Nick tied his feet together with a robe belt.
Thankfully, he appeared out cold.

Nick carried Emily
from the room, down the hall to a guest bedroom and slammed the door. But she
was all over him, kissing his neck, his face, his mouth.

He couldn’t believe
how aroused she was, even after coming twice, minutes ago. Moaning, she opened
her mouth, eagerly accepting his deep tongue kisses.

He laid her on the
bed, holding her in place. “Wait right there while I call the police.”

She moaned, stroking
her pussy while he tried to concentrate on the call. He turned away, blocking
out the mind-blowing image of her as he struggled to remember her address.

“Nick, please. I want
you,” she said when he hung up.

He knew she was
turned on, but damn. What had gotten into her? Did the ancient phallus really
have some kind of magical powers?

Chapter
Twelve

“The police are on
their way, sweetheart.” Nick sat on the mattress beside Emily.

She rose to her
knees, naked. “I don’t care. I want you,” she whispered in a desperate tone.
Tears glistened in her eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“No. I need you. I
can’t wait any longer.” She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and idiot that
he was, he let her. Was there a straight man anywhere who didn’t want a woman
to be hungry for him, especially a woman he was crazy about? Her trembling
hands and frantic actions fired up his need.

“Slow down, baby.”

“No. Hurry.”

His erection had
waned during the action, but now was back in full force, standing upright from
his open jeans like an iron rod.

Without warning,
Emily climbed onto his lap and impaled herself.

No condom. Nothing
between them. Just her overheated, drenched pussy surrounding and squeezing his
cock.

“Oh fuck,” he rasped.
“Emily?” His mind deserted him.

“Yes, please.” She
rode him, grinding down onto him, milking his cock.

Damn, he wouldn’t
last anytime if he didn’t take control. He’d waited too damned long for this,
fantasized about it for years. And now that he was experiencing it, crushing
arousal overtook him.

He flipped her over
onto the bed, their bodies still joined, and slid in and out once, twice,
savoring her. Nothing had ever felt so astounding. He never had unprotected
sex. This was new for him and extremely erotic. She was scorching, tight and
wet.

“Mmm, yes,” she
urged. “Faster.”

“Emily, dammit, I
don’t have a condom.”

“Please. Just once,”
she begged and sank her teeth into his shoulder.

He withdrew and slid
in again, balls deep. Her pussy muscles clutched at him, the flutters driving
him mad.

She cried out.
“Faster. Please, make love to me, Nick.”

Her words made his
chest ache. How the hell was he supposed to say no to that? He hammered her
hard for several strokes, trying not to lose himself in the moment. Trying to
retain control, but he was rapidly losing it.

“Oh my god, that’s so
good! More!” She locked her heels around his legs, holding him in place.

Hell, he had no
choice but to give it to her. Give her everything she wanted. Everything he
wanted. He thrust fast and deep, fucking her exactly the way he’d fantasized
about since he’d first met her. Screw guilt. She wanted it. He wanted it.
Magical dildo or not, they wanted each other exactly like this.

She writhed beneath
him, crying out, moaning and meeting each of his driving thrusts.

“Yeah, Em, that’s it.
Come for me.”

He licked his thumb
and stroked it against her swollen clit. She blasted off, screaming his name,
her pussy squeezing him so tightly, threatening to wring the cum from him.

“Oh god, Emily,” he
growled against her ear, inhaling her sweet scent, holding her tight against
his chest. He couldn’t believe he was inside her, as he’d wanted to be for so
long, and that she was coming on his cock, drenching him in her sweet juices.