No Limits (12 page)
“Are you ready to ... ?”
He glanced over his shoulder, one hand still working his shaft. Gen dropped the suitcase she’d been holding and watched his movements, her eyes wide as he masturbated to fantasies of pleasuring her body.
“I’m ready for something.” He didn’t slow his movements as he recalled the fantasy she’d had while he’d been within her. Meeting her gaze, he saw the shared remembrance there as she thought about it too. Her nipples stiffened, pressing against the thin fabric of her dress, and a flush of desire crept up her cheeks.
Torn with indecision, he didn’t know whether he ought to lift her skirt, move aside her complicated undergarments, and feast on her sex or ask her to take him into her mouth. Words had not served him well with her so far, and the ache in his balls grew with every heartbeat. The blanket fell to the floor as he strode to her, set on his path.
“What ... ?” Gen stepped away from him until her back hit the wall separating the great room and the kitchen. He pinned her there with one hand on either side of her body.
“Say no if you don’t want this.” Determined to allow her plenty of time, he lifted her hands to his lips, caressing her knuckles with a soft kiss before placing a hand on each of his shoulders. Nuzzling his way down her body, he rubbed his face against the soft fabric, luxuriating in the rasp of his whiskers against the silk. Her breasts rose and fell in quick movements and her arousal deepened. He received more and more feedback from her responsive body, but now it only twined around his own desire to touch and lick and love her.
Parting the front of her dress, he suckled her breast right through the thin cup of her bra. She gasped and threw her head back, rocking her pelvis against his aching cock. The bud stiffened under his relentless lashes, and he snapped the plastic clasp so there would be nothing between his tongue and her flesh.
“Germ shield,” she panted, staring down at him.
Rhys let out a breath. “Fine, but only because I’m wearing Marshal’s form. The stars alone know where it’s been. But I vow to you, Gen, when I get back to my own body, there will be nothing between us when I love you.”
She pressed against that small square on her inner arm, and her health guard snapped into place. He moved back, fighting a grimace at the snap and sizzle, but she held his face. “What about yours?”
He shook his head. “No, I need to feel you, to taste you. Don’t ask me to deprive my senses anymore. I refuse to endure it.”
She didn’t say anything, just stared down into his eyes. He thought he saw acquiescence there. Slowly, he bent his head back to her breasts.
Tugging the other nipple lightly with his teeth, he caressed it with his tongue even as his hands stayed busy unwrapping the rest of her body, careful not to damage her favorite dress. The prize beneath was well worth the slow reveal. Her soft belly and round, womanly hips. The dark curls of hair that hid her sex from his gaze peeped out around the edges of her panties. Easing a hand between her thighs, he rubbed the soft skin there. Softer even than her dress, softer than anything he’d ever experienced. He longed to lock her long legs around his waist as he fed his shaft into her that molten core.
Releasing her nipple, he worked his way down, trailing slow kisses across her midsection. The scent of her arousal clouded his mind, and her muscles grew taut as he continued to stroke her leg. Was she wet for him? Rhys couldn’t wait to find out.
12
I
f she closed her eyes, she could almost pretend this was still a job, that she was still a secret shopper and what was happening between her legs was only about physical pleasure.
f she closed her eyes, she could almost pretend this was still a job, that she was still a secret shopper and what was happening between her legs was only about physical pleasure.
Almost.
The way Rhys touched her, slowly and reverently, was as far away from the practiced kink of the other men as dawn was from dusk. One heralded the last spectacle of the day and the other brought forth hope for a new beginning.
“Rhys,” she whispered, and tunneled her fingers through his hair. Red, she thought, it should be red. For a moment her mind superimposed the vivid color before transferring back to Marshal’s midnight locks. “Do you think this is wrong? Using Marshal’s body like this?”
“I doubt he would object.” He moved her thong to one side, and cold air caressed the folds of her woman’s flesh. Rhys rested his forehead against her belly, his breaths escaping in shallow pants to fall on her saturated sex. One finger dabbled at the opening to her body, spreading her juices around. “You feel magnificent, Gen.”
So did he. All of her anxiety seemed very far away as he played with her body. Using two fingers, he teased her aching clit with soft, light touches that made her want to beg for more. He turned his head and kissed the inside of her thigh. Swirling, delving until she wanted to urge him on. Which was probably his plan.
God, the way he studied her, staring intently at her cunt and then shifting his gaze up to meet hers, those green eyes taking everything in. No wonder she’d fooled herself into thinking he cared about her before; such intensity couldn’t be feigned.
“Do you want to know what I was thinking about when I stroked my cock earlier?” he asked almost offhandedly, like he might ask her for the time. The image of him working his thick shaft before the fire made her channel clench in frustration, aching to be filled by his hard flesh.
She bit her lip and nodded, hoping he would show rather than tell. Praying it would end in a spectacular release. Her clit begged for the first contact of his tongue, practically vibrating with the memory of remembered pleasure.
He moved faster than she could comprehend, lifting her legs up until her thighs draped over his shoulders, his big hands cupping her ass cheeks to balance her. His tongue delved into her snatch and swiped upward, dragging through her folds as though he wanted to relish every drop of her nectar.
He supported her weight completely, and in some distant part of her mind, she thought she should feel uncomfortable because the position left her too vulnerable with her back pinned against the wall, thighs splayed open and no possibility of moving away. But his broad shoulders looked more than capable of supporting her weight, and she felt sure he would stop instantly if she asked.
The word spilling out of her mouth, however, was
more
. Which she punctuated by breathy gasps, rocking her hips as best she could in his viselike hold. Knowing he really tasted her this time. The growls of male satisfaction in reaction to her lube sliding down his throat brought her right to the brink.
more
. Which she punctuated by breathy gasps, rocking her hips as best she could in his viselike hold. Knowing he really tasted her this time. The growls of male satisfaction in reaction to her lube sliding down his throat brought her right to the brink.
He was relentless, licking her over and over, tracing every fold with a heavy drag before lashing her clitoris. Then back down to feast on her core again, driving his tongue inside until she bucked against his mouth. His fingers kneaded her ass cheeks, spreading her wider to receive the sensual assault. So different than the sweet kiss they’d shared, but she craved both, the tenderness and the demand. He fit her perfectly, matching her mood, giving her exactly what she needed before she understood it herself.
Gen teetered on the verge, torn between the siren’s song of release and the urge to wallow in this hedonistic pleasure forever. He made the decision for her. Opening his eyes, he stared right into her soul. Gen froze up, afraid he would try and manipulate her emotions again.
Sensing her mood change, Rhys pulled away slowly, his chin wet with her juices. “What’s wrong? You were close and then you just shut down.”
She exhaled a shaky breath. He already knew exactly how she felt; he may as well know the why of it. “I don’t trust my feelings.”
Thick dark eyebrows drew down, but he didn’t let her go. “I’m not sure I understand.”
“How can I tell the difference between when you work me over emotionally and what I’m really feeling?”
His thumb stroked over her inner thigh in a distracted caress. “I don’t know if there is a way to tell. Does it matter?”
She took him in as he studied her. He probably wanted to get back to the action, but she doubted she’d be able to come while wondering if these feelings bouncing around the inside of her skull were genuine. “It does to me.”
Nuzzling her pubic hair, he murmured, “What if I vow not to disturb your emotions unless you ask me to? No more empathic tricks, just a man loving a woman. Would that help you relax and enjoy?”
She bit her lip. Could she trust him, at least that far? “You mean, you won’t interrupt anything I’m feeling, no matter what it is? You won’t try to control it?”
“I only need the energy from your feelings. Although I must admit there is an addictive new edge I find delicious when my actions are the cause of them. When I touch you like this ...” He suckled at her core, his tongue trilling around the sensitive skin at her opening. She let her head fall back against the wall. It connected with a dull thump, but she was too blissed out to notice.
He laved deeper, dragging his tongue sideways, the edge tormenting her clit, then pulling away again. “No, sweetness, I don’t want to manipulate your feelings. Not when playing with your body can create them for us both.”
Catching sight of his throbbing cock, which looked ready to burst, she asked, “What about you? Don’t you need to come?”
Rhys grinned, his eyes alight with lust. “I want to come between your sweet lips. Like in your fantasy.”
When her sex squeezed again with remembrance, he shook his head. “Later, after I make you come.”
“Inside,” she panted. “I need you inside me.”
He rose up, shrugging his shoulders until her splayed legs rested over the crooks of his elbows. The grace and power in the move made her even hotter, something primal recognizing that this man could fight for her, deserved her as his mate. He leaned in to kiss her, that huge shaft rubbing between her sensitized folds. The urge to deactivate her germ shield so she could feel him, taste her essence on his lips, almost overwhelmed her. Had she lost her mind?
Rocking his hips against hers so his sex stroked hers, he stared into her eyes. “I promise, it’s all you. Take me in when you’re ready.”
His cock slid easily against her slick flesh in another of those wicked caresses that made her want to roll her eyes back in her head and let him have his way with her. But Rhys knew better, and he waited for her to take control.
Reaching between their bodies, she gripped his cock tightly. Breath exploded from his lungs when she thumbed the slit. Her health guard dispersed the bead on the tip before she could slick it onto his shaft. So hard, yet the skin was smooth, almost velvety in texture. Wrapping her fingers around the thick stalk, she guided him to her opening.
The head slipped inside, eased by her arousal, and she withdrew her hand to firm her grip on his shoulders. She expected him to lunge inside her hard, but he eased his way, staring into her eyes as his shaft delved deeper inside her body.
When he was about halfway in, he looked down, watching the thick stalk disappear inside her. She tried rocking her hips to speed him up, needing him to stretch her completely, but he held her still.
“Please, Rhys, I need—”
He cut her off with a deep kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth the way she wished his cock would take her body—hard, instant, and unrepentant. Hers met his eagerly, and she was so caught up in the moment she barely noticed when he lifted her away from the wall and settled on the couch with her astride him.
She broke the kiss, and he flicked her ear with his tongue. “Take whatever you need, sweetness.”
Gen sank down onto his hard shaft, throwing her head back as he filled her completely, stretching the walls of her sheath. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, and he brushed them away with his fingers.
Reveling in the feel of him inside her, she gyrated her hips, letting feelings wash over her. He seemed content to let her move how she would, while his hands roved her body in a slow exploration.
“Your colors amaze me,” he breathed. “Almost iridescent. Tell me how you feel right now.”
Her head swung back and forth, unable to put into words the magic that had taken hold of her body. “Overwhelmed. Greedy for more.”
He made an indecipherable sound as she rose up and slammed her hips down, needing more forceful contact. She saw the heat in his face, the lines pulled taut. “I need to give it to you.”
She nodded once, and again he moved like lightning, pulling out of her so he could lay her back onto the couch. Placing an ankle on each shoulder, he guided his cock into her saturated opening with a hard thrust. She gasped as he withdrew and did it again, this time with more force.
He stared down at her as he rode her hard and fast. The head of his cock pressed against her G-spot with every advance and retreat, a teasing pressure deep inside her slick passage. Her muscles clenched every time as if to hold him there, but his determined lunges overpowered her. She wanted to bow up to meet him, but the angle made it impossible.
Practically delirious from the need to come, she shook her head. “You have to ... I need ...”
“Do it yourself.”
Her brows drew together. “What do you mean?”
The smooth crown of his shaft pressed up against her womb as he reached for her hand. Guiding her fingers to her mouth, he urged, “Suck on them.”
She did and he rewarded her with a smile as he moved her slicked digits to her clit. “Take charge of your own pleasure. Don’t be afraid to demand what you need. Trust me, I won’t be insulted.”
She bit her lip, unsure if she could with him watching her like that. But her wet fingers were already there, and with her channel gripping his cock, the temptation proved too strong.
Trailing a slow circle over her clit, she teased the stiffened nub from its hood.
His eyes glowed in the dim lighting, and his breathing grew shallower when she caught it between two fingers and tugged lightly. He jerked as her sheath contracted in a series of spasms. Hips pistoning, Rhys drove into her hard and fast while she worked her tender nub hard, letting go of all of her inhibitions and reveling in the pleasures of the flesh for the first time with another person.
Approval and appreciation for her mingled with the lust on his face, the tendons on his neck standing out, articulating the strain. His teeth ground together audibly. Though he said nothing, Gen knew he wanted her to go over first, and he would fight his own orgasm until she did.
But she needed this little piece of control, needed to assert her power over him, to know it was really her he craved and not just the nearest available warm body. “Rhys ... kiss me.”
Sweat dripped from his chest and sizzled against her health guard. His shaft seemed to grow inside her as he dropped his hold on her ankles to lean forward to claim her lips.
The instant he moved forward, she wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked her hips up, squeezing him with her inner muscles, demanding his release. He yelled out against her mouth and bucked against her.
The feel of his cataclysmic orgasm and the satisfaction from her own power sent her soaring. Their bodies locked together in a tangle of shaky limbs and thundering pulses. Her germ shield disposed of his jizm, but for a moment she imagined what it would be like to be flooded with his seed. To feel his child growing within her.
But it wouldn’t really be his, because Rhys was in Marshal’s body. Keeping track of all of this was making her nuts. Reality encroached on the afterglow as he slid his cock from her. Still half hard, his phallus was slick and shiny, wet from what her body yielded. A cold chill gripped her lungs. It was bad enough they had engaged in half-unprotected sex, but the choice really hadn’t been Rhys’s to make. Marshal had been willing to screw her before, but from behind the safety of his health guard. He’d had no choice in Rhys’s takeover or what was done to his body now. Boil away the unusual circumstances and the two of them had essentially raped Marshal. Gen’s stomach lurched.
Dear God, what have I done?
Dear God, what have I done?
His brows drew down and he reached for her. “What’s the matter?”
Shoving him away, she rushed to the bathroom before she lost her breakfast. Slamming the door between them, she wished she could hide from this problem forever.
Rhys knocked on the bathroom door. “Gen, are you all right, sweetness?”
The only answer was the sound of her retching.
Shaking his head, he went to the other washroom to clean his—Marshal’s—body. While he waited for the water to warm, he reflected on the most erotic encounter of his life and how he’d still been swimming in the golden sea of tranquility when the thick dark storm clouds of Gen’s revulsion buffeted against him.
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