Know Thine Enemy (30 page)

She lathered his cock last, her eyes glued to her work. It didn't seem possible that anything so large could fit inside her without making her scream in agony. Ryker's comments aside, Izzie recognized she was unhealthily thin and didn't boast great height or strength. How she managed to throw herself into fights where she was more than physically outmatched and still emerge the victor had always surprised her. She was fast, yes, and deadly with a blade, but anyone who looked at her would sooner laugh her off than view her as a threat.

Whether or not Ryker was larger than average men, she didn
't know. All she knew was her hands were small and thin, and in them he looked as lethal as anything she'd wielded in a fight.

Perhaps that was her inexperience talking.

The more she touched, the more she wanted to touch, sample, and explore. Izzie's mouth twitched, suddenly eager to feel him inside, which was something she never thought she'd want to do for anyone. It had always seemed sordid in a way physical intimacy did not. And yet she wanted it. Hell, she owed it to him. He had driven her to orgasm with his tongue more times than she could recall, and she hadn't once done it in turn. She wasn't sure how.

Izzie sighed, her gaze still on his erection.
"I want . . . ."

"
Take it," Ryker said. "Whatever you want."

"
I want to…" She frowned. "I haven't done it before."

"
Are you asking what I think you're asking?"

"
You want that, too, right?" she replied instead, her cheeks hot. She still didn't look up. "You . . . in my mouth."

"
Izzie, you'd be hard-pressed to find a man who'd refuse a blowjob." Ryker's fingers slid under her chin, coaxing her head up. "This something you want or something you think I expect?"

"
Both."

"'
Cause I don't expect anything."

"
You should. You did it to me." She paused, flushing harder. "A lot."

"
I wanted to. A lot." Ryker grinned. "But I don't expect—"

"
I want to. I want to know how you taste. How you . . . ." Izzie swallowed. "Feel. In my mouth. I want—"

"
Fuck."

"
What?"

"
You. You all over. You wanna go back to bedroom?"

"
No. I want to do it here." For whatever reason, the shower seemed a better arena for practice. What they'd shared in bed was too perfect to sully with her fumbling attempts at providing oral pleasure. If she messed up here, perhaps the bed would still be safe for them. He wouldn't look at it and think of how she'd bumbled a simple blowjob.

Ryker leaned in and kissed her.
"All right. Whatever you want. Whenever you want. I'm all yours."

"
Tell me how to start."

He nodded, his gaze dropping to her mouth.
"On your knees, Izzie."

The
air sparked with unseen electricity. His words were charged with awe and a rush of power he didn't bother hiding, and Izzie was both too eager and too anxious to care about his boldness. Her mouth itched to explore his erection—he was suddenly her guinea pig, her vampire on which to experiment, to discover the powers imbedded within her feminine wiles.

For the second time in so many hours, she felt very womanly, sinking to her knees before her lover.

Her skin met the wet porcelain floor, and she reached for him before she could help herself. The second her fingers wrapped around his length, Ryker whimpered and threw his head back, her name rolling off his tongue.

Up close, Izzie allowed herself to look at him. Took in his every curve with her eyes, imagining how best to take him inside her mouth.
"You're . . . ."

Ryker panted. Evidently, it was enough for him just to watch her appraise his cock.
"I'm what?"

"
Za—" She stopped before Wright's name escaped her lips. It seemed wrong talking about him when knelt before someone who did things to her no man had ever done. "He didn't have—"

"
He didn't have a dick? Why am I not surprised?"

Izzie
cleared her throat. "He didn't have this." She indicated his foreskin with a small caress of her thumb. Granted, it had been dark and she really hadn't seen Wright's anatomy—she just knew thanks to the answers he'd provided to her anxious pre-sex rambling. Thousands of intimate questions had bubbled off her lips, and to her memory, practically all had been answered in a clinical, damn near businesslike manner.

That period in her life seemed so far ago. Honestly, Izzie didn
't remember much of the night itself. She'd been high on nerves.

"
I'm not circumcised," Ryker said, softer. "Well, you can see that. But—"

"
I like it." Izzie's face burned. "I like seeing you…"

"
As God fucking intended it?"

"
Yeah. That sounds right." She worried her lip awkwardly between her teeth and began shyly stroking his length. Her fist fit around him nicely, and she loved the way he moaned with every pump of her hand. But she wanted guidance. She wanted to lick his skin and trust he'd tell her if she was doing it properly. She wanted—

"
Careful now," Ryker murmured, his voice ragged. Then his fingers wove through her hair, gently stroking her scalp and encouraging her head forward. "Open up, sweets."

Her lips parted and his cock slid inside, and God if this wasn
't the weirdest sensation on the planet she didn't know what was. It was so different from anything she'd yet experienced. She wasn't on a bed or cot or stretched out before him; she was on her knees, in a shower, without the protective veil of dark, and Ryker guided her head, drawing her forward so that she took a bit more of his cock into her mouth with every thrust.

"
Wrap your lips around me . . . oh God, yeah, that's it." He released a jagged moan. "Every time I thrust in, squeeze your lips around me and suck me in. Oh yes. Yeah. Just like that."

He pulled her hair into a makeshift ponytail, holding it away from her face as his hips pumped forward, allowing her to get a feel for the rhythm. Izzie willed her eyes shut and absorbed sensation
—water splashing her face, Ryker's guttural whimpers, the feel of his cock slipping between her lips. She savored the taste of his skin as he explored just how deep he could go.

"
You're so hot," he purred. "So hot."

Izzie
's eyes flashed as her mouth danced down his length, then released him to speak. "This good?"

"
Oh yes."

"
I'm doing okay?"

Ryker nodded and settled his fingers over hers, his hips pushing forward as the head of his cock rubbed the outline of her wet mouth.
"Inside, baby," he whimpered, gripping her hair and pulling her head forward. "Take me in."

She quirked a brow, her confidence slowly on the rise. There was an undeniable rush of power in this position
—one she'd never associated with what she was doing. Blowjobs had always struck her as something that empowered the man—the man's victory in getting a woman submissive and on her knees with her mouth open. Never had she thought
she
could wield power while licking a guy's cock, and while there was every chance her power was limited to the vampire whom she touched, the rush was undeniably potent and oh so intoxicating. She'd become an addict in a matter of seconds.

"
You didn't say 'please.'" Izzie flicked her tongue playfully along the underside of his length.

His eyes widened and landed on hers, and she burned watching him watch her as she played with him. Watching him absorb her
—watching as her reflection dissolved in the crystalline sea within his endless gaze.

"
Don't think you're in a position to refuse," he retorted. "Now suck me."

"
Nope, don't think so." She licked the tip of his cock and shook her head free of his grip, her left hand dropping to explore the weight of his balls. "You like having these touched?"

If his answering growl hadn
't sent shivers down her spine, she would have laughed. "If you don't know the answer to that," he rasped, "you know nothing about men."

"
There we agree."

"
I thought you wanted—ahhh!"

"
A taste?" Izzie grinned and curled her tongue around his sac. "I'm not done. Let me play."

"
I'm yours, baby."

She knew that, but she still wasn
't ready to explore the connotations. Not yet. Instead, Izzie nodded again, pressing his erection to his stomach as she peppered a series of wet kisses along the underside. Without coaxing, she licked a soft path up and down before fixing on the small patch of skin between his shaft and his testicles.

A cross between a hiss and a yelp rebounded off the walls.
"Oh fuck." Suddenly his hands were in her hair again, the grip near painful. "Izzie!"

"
Yes?"

"
All the way in." He pressed his cockhead against her mouth and rubbed the closed seam of her lips. The sensation sent sharp little tickles to her clit. "Wanna show you . .  ."

"
You don't like my playing?"

"
I don't wanna play," he said loudly.

Izzie giggled and drew him into her mouth again, and shivered at his triumphant groan.
His fingers tightened in her hair as he thrust forward. The head of his cock brushed the back of her throat, and she had to repress the urge to gag.

In the next second he voiced a gruff command:
"Swallow."

Perhaps she
'd pushed him too far—Izzie didn't know. She was aware on some level that she should be offended, or at least put up a half decent fight. But the rest of her was too aroused to care. She contracted her throat muscles around him and shivered again when he moaned in response, then he was pulling away again . . . pulling away until he lingered at the entrance of her mouth.

"
Swallow every time I thrust," he said.

If his voice hadn
't been rough with lust, his ass would have suffered a serious kicking. As it was, his voice gave away everything he wished to keep from her. His voice told her exactly who was in charge.

Izzie didn
't know what she expected, though a repetitive slam of his hips until semen was spilling down her throat was around the top of the list. And while his hold on her remained commanding, there was nothing demonstrably rough about the way his body rocked against her. He was neither fast nor slow. He took his time, his eyes burning into her an endless hole—one from which she was certain she would never escape.

She didn
't know if she wanted to escape. Not anymore.

"
You . . . have . . . no . . . idea." Ryker panted, pumping harder. "How hot this looks. Watching my dick disappear into that heavenly mouth of yours. Feeling you take me—swallow me. You're wet, aren't you? I can smell how wet you are. How much you love this. Nod for me if you love this, Izzie."

She nodded before she could help herself. Damn him. His answering leer was almost embarrassing, but she spared her dignity by putting the limelight back on him with a timely squeeze
of his balls.

"
Fuck . . . Izzie. touch yourself."

Her eyes widened.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered. "It's just you and me here."

She released him just long enough to smack her lips and say,
"Who's afraid?"

"
Looked so hot last night. Do it for me?"

Izzie poked her tongue out at him, her hand abandoning his sac and traveling down her own shower-wet body. She stopped to
massage her breast and took him between her lips again as her fingers slid down, down, down until she was cupping her pussy.

"
Oh God." Ryker moaned. "Izzie."

She met his eyes.

"So pretty. Feel how wet you are?"

Feel wasn
't a strong enough word. Izzie had known she was aroused, but the rush of fluid that greeted her fingers sent electric shocks through her body and she felt something small and potent charge through her buzzing veins at the softest contact. Her mouth relaxed around him with the weight of her sigh.

"
Push your fingers inside your cunt, and pretend it's me." His voice had grown thick, his hips resuming their slow pace. "Pretend I'm stretching you wide. Pretend it's me who's filling up your sweet little hole with my prick. Pretend with me."

Pretending was enough to weaken her with lust, which must have translated to her eyes.

"Again?" he asked. "You want me inside again?"

She was sore, truth be told. Their rampant lovemaking had rendered her untrained muscles pleasantly achy, but at once not even that mattered. She did want him again. Over and over.