Pretty in Kink (7 page)

Glen wrapped his arms around his wife from behind. “Damn,
babe, you sure know how to get me stiff as a rod. What do you say we go take a
detour to the house?”

Michelle melded her curves to him, her face aglow and her
eyes sparkling with unfulfilled desire. She strained her head around and kissed
Glen with as much passion as she’d kissed Britt. “Sounds perfect. And you can
make this a wham-bam one, because after getting my hands on her, I’m going to
come as soon as you slide inside me.”

For some reason at Michelle’s overt words, Britt’s face
warmed, but in contrast to that almost coy response, her pussy entered the
flaming stage.

“Well, we better go then, or I’ll be getting off before we
even get there.” Glen took Michelle’s hand and led her toward their house. As
they walked away, Michelle’s rump swaying while she smiled and waved goodbye,
Glen grinned over his shoulder and said, “Thanks for stopping in, man. Helped
me get lucky. See y’all later.”

Britt remained in Diego’s arms. She lifted her lips to his
and he delved in her mouth with a kiss to rival Michelle’s. She’d loved coming
here with him, getting a glimpse of his world, but she wanted to go now. She
needed him. Needed him to finish waking up her soul to all she’d missed in her
life until today.

A sexual awakening, and she hadn’t even known she’d been
asleep until she’d entered this dreamy world.

Goddamn, she’s so fucking gorgeous, even more so than in
the pictures.

“One of these days, yeah,
maybe
I’ll give it a
try—making love with a woman, that is. But there’re a lot of things
being…introduced to me today. And there’s only one I’m interested in at the
moment.”

He ran his fingers through her hair while the water rinsed
out the sticky mess. The texture of the strands awed him. It was like combing
his hands through thick, pillow-soft cotton threads.

Her words sank in. He met her gaze as water dribbled down
her cheeks and delicate jaw and into her cleavage. He was hard, harder than
he’d ever been, but he’d be damned if he’d consummate this bond right here in the
middle of Wild Biker Town, USA. Well. He would if she insisted. These parties
often evolved into pockets of orgies off in corners, or all-the-way wild sex
antics on stage. But he had too much respect for her. He wanted their first
time to be special.

Not to mention he wanted her all to himself with no prying
eyes or leering or cheering.

“And what would that be?” Diego asked, pulling her soaked,
bikini-clad body into his embrace. She molded to him like clay. A groan escaped
his clamped teeth when she wiggled her pelvis, abrading it over his hard-on.

Either the Long Island Teas had torn down her inhibitions,
or he’d found himself a blooming gem.

She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him. She
tasted of powdered sugar, cherry gelatin and liquor all at once. “Scoundrel,”
she whispered against his mouth.

“Damn. Do you realize I came this close,” Diego said,
holding up his thumb and forefinger and peering between them, “to dragging you
out of that pit by your hair and into the nearest cave?”

She blinked her spiked lashes. Her water-glistened face
spread into a slow grin. Then she broke out in the most infectious, adorable
laugh he’d ever heard. He ached to hear that in his bed during the afterglow of
lovemaking.

“Somehow—” She tried to get her words out between giggle
fits and wiping at tears. “Somehow I can see that really well. Caveman suits
you.”

He suppressed a smirk and grunted in caveman fashion. “Come
on, woman. Let’s go before I take you right here under the sun, in front of
everyone.”

Her eyes glinted with lust. She thrust her lips in a pout
and held out her arms. “But I’m all wet and still kind of gooey.” Her breasts
were perky beneath the bright-pink bikini top, her abdomen tanned and flat, her
navel filled with gelatin. He longed to slurp her up, to lick and taste every
inch of her satiny skin.

And he would before this day ended.

“That’s not a problem in the least, but…” He grabbed her
hand and led her toward his bike. He had no idea how he was going to make the
ride back to Tampa with this incessant erection. “I’d rather have you all wet
and gooey in my bed instead of here. C’mon, slide those sexy jeans up over that
hot bikinied ass and let’s get the hell outa here.”

They tumbled through the door in a tangle of limbs and a flurry
of passion. Panting with their lips locked, they unfastened each other’s jeans.
Britt ripped off Diego’s jacket. He toed off his boots and kicked them aside.
They broke the kiss long enough for Diego to peel Britt’s shirt off, leaving
her upper body in just the bikini top.

“Mmmm, you drove me nuts all day today. Can’t wait anymore.
Gotta get inside you. Now.” He growled against her mouth and shoved the door
shut behind him. His hands shook while he worked at untying the lower string of
her bikini bra.

“Yes, oh yes.” Britt felt like a strung bow ready to snap.
The fast ride home with the motorcycle vibrating against her wet pussy, her
erect nipples abrading over Diego’s back and his hips wedged between her
thighs, proved tempting enough to turn a nun into a slut. She loved the way the
white t-shirt clung to him now that the jacket had been shed, but it had to go
too. Britt jerked the shirt over his head. Her eyes devoured. God, but he was
built like a brick wall. Her gaze feasted on the firm swell of chest, the
rippled abs and the dark nipples.

All male.

Pure, raging animal.

Definitely a scoundrel.

Arms bulged, stretching several tattoos taut across tanned
deltoids and biceps, just as she’d imagined. His chest rose and fell with his
excited breathing, and she thought of a wolf spotting his prey, growling, ready
to attack.

His thick hard-on peeped from the opened zipper of his jeans
and snug boxer-briefs. She swallowed, the sound audible in the quiet of the
room. A trickle of hot honey oozed onto her already wet suit when she caught
sight of the tiny white pearl of pre-cum on the tip.

That did it. Her gaze searched the room for a place to
settle in.

“In front of the fireplace,” he offered, seeming to read her
mind. “I’ll crank up the air-conditioning to freezing and at the same time turn
the fireplace on. Turn
you
on.”

She shook her head. “Oh, you already have, believe me.”

The gleam in his eyes and his swollen cock told her what he
intended. He didn’t even have to say the words. He locked his gaze on hers, jerked
her into his arms and held her tight against his body. “Blankets. I’ll get some
blankets, light candles, maybe pour some wine. Do you like wine?”

“Yes, yes.” She clung to him, kissed his salty neck,
relished the hardness of him. Lord, why hadn’t she sampled a man like him
before now?

He ground her cunt against his erection. “Oh, and roses.”

“Roses?”

He lifted one of her breasts, still covered by the bikini
top, and kneaded it until she thought she’d explode between her legs. Her
nipple hardened to a painful knot as it scraped over the fabric and his palm.

“Yes. I want to smell them on you, rub them on your silky
flesh. See you surrounded by them.” He traced a fingertip from her breasts up
to her neck. A blaze of fire followed. “You’re so hot, so gorgeous. You need to
be cradled by beauty.” He pulled on the last bikini string and tossed the
garment aside. The move came effortlessly and her mounds sprang free.

How ironic. One of the shots Lexi had taken of her had been
one where she lay on a bed of rose petals…

But the glitter in his eyes distracted her. It sent a tingle
through her body and made her brain go numb. And that wasn’t all that made her
mind go to mush. “You have some more roses? But why do you need— Ooh…” It
escaped from her throat when his warm mouth latched on to her nipple. “Oh my
gawd
.”

She threw her head back and arched into him, fighting to get
closer.

His tongue laved, lapped, and despite their hurried activity
since first stumbling through the door, he slowed down to a maddening pace. He
suckled at her breasts, first one, then the other, while his hands moved in a
worshipping path up, down, around her body. Curls of wanton smoke wound through
her chest and settled deep in her womb. The pull of it made another gush of
cream soak her labia.

“Y-you already brought me some at my place,” she replied,
barely able to get the words out.

“I bought two bouquets for you, one in case we came back
here.” He set her from him. Her legs felt like rubber bands. She leaned against
the door to keep from collapsing to the floor.

He bought me more flowers.

“Hold on.” He sauntered off, bumped up the air-conditioning
and flipped on the gas fireplace as he passed by. The flames ignited and danced
inside the brick hearth. He disappeared into a back room and reemerged with an
armful of pillows and blankets.

Naked.

His cock was the largest, hardest she’d ever seen.

Her mouth went dry. She averted her stare, turned and bent,
trying to find a distraction in removing her Nikes. But that only ate up a few
seconds, so she pushed down her jeans, slid her feet out and kicked the shoes
aside. Adrenaline pumped through her bloodstream. She was eager, no doubt about
that, yet she was petrified to turn around.

“Damn, you have a nice ass,” he murmured on a moan.

When she turned back around, he knelt on a bed of blankets
with a tissue-wrapped bouquet of roses in one hand, while he plucked the blooms
with the other. Even while holding the flowers he had a hard, lethal look about
him, one that took her breath away. When he sprinkled the petals over the
blanket and pillows, something familiar pulled at her again. Did she hear
warning bells reverberating deep in her subconscious?

She didn’t have time to heed her own thoughts. He glanced up
and the dangerous expression caused her mind to go to total pulp yet again. The
eyes smoldered with the promise of needs she had yet to learn. He jerked the
band from his hair and raked it backward over his scalp. It fell behind his
shoulders, sexy, thick, while dark nipples tightened into buds that made her
thirst to taste them.

Her gaze became bolder, moved lower. She studied the
narrowness of his tanned hips and the jut of his cock. The long thickness
pressed upward against his flat abdomen, stretching beyond the indentation of
his navel. She let go of what modesty she had left and imagined that part of
him shoving into her, bringing her to heights of climax perhaps she’d never
seen before.

“Come here.” He held out his hand. “Come lay with me. Now.”

The gruff, dominant tone sent a thrill through her body.
With her gaze glued to his, she obeyed and glided toward him in a dreamlike
state. Her pussy pulsated, heating up her sex. He’d lit candles, and along with
the fireplace, they flickered in her peripheral vision, their dancing flames
reflected in the glassy shimmer of his eyes. Shadows and radiance beckoned from
every muscle of that powerful body, the shift of light now and then emphasizing
his prowess and power.

“Your bikini bottoms. Take them off,” he ordered when she
reached the edge of the bed he’d prepared.

The sweet fragrance of roses filled her nostrils. Something
almost contrary and yet right dawned on her about seeing him there, the rough
and handsome biker kneeling on the petals, ordering her about, expecting her to
obey. It made her body tremble. Why this sudden change in her preference in
men? She wasn’t quite sure, but it caused her to swoon with naughtiness. By one
chance of fate, a random incident of colliding into each other in the drugstore
had given her a glimpse of the forbidden dark side. From the start, there had
been no subtle nuances. No gallant exteriors had disguised the rawness. No,
he’d been the rogue from the first second she’d fallen into his arms. Normally
with a bad boy such as this, she would have sprinted in the other direction.

But not with Diego.

Yet something nagged at her. Why was that?

Britt shook it off. It proved damn hard to think with him
eating her alive with such a penetrating look. Defying her own subtle
instincts, she obeyed his command, plucked the ties at her hips.

“No.”

Her nipples tingled at the brusque tone. Britt paused. She
looked into eyes gleaming so feral it sent a strange chill straight up her
spine. “No? No what?”

“Never mind. Leave the bikini on for now. Mmmm, I bet it’s
soaked.”

His commandeering way had done just that—soaked her bikini.
She’d never before been with a man who took charge this way during sex. Maybe
that had been the problem all along, the reason sex or relationships or all
those boring businessmen had never been a priority or a burning need before
now. All along, maybe she’d desired to let go in the bedroom, to have a man in
her bed who’d take control and relieve her of the burden of having to assume
responsibility for both their pleasures.

But now there was Diego. He owned his own bike shop,
tinkered with greasy, complicated engines and wasn’t apologetic in the least
about it. He smoked, he went to wild biker parties. He dominated his woman and
made it known he would be the aggressor in the relationship. He’d picked her up
off the floor at the drugstore, maneuvered her into a date in such a way she’d
had no choice. He’d whisked her away on his motorcycle. He’d taken charge and
seduced her from the very start. From that first smoldering look, a light touch
of the hand, it had been apparent he would be an expert lover.

She liked the refreshing change and it thrilled her to be
the passive participant for once. Until now she hadn’t realized just how much
of a turn-on it could be to relinquish the power to a man, to be pampered and
worshipped to the point of breathlessness.

“Britt.” The firm, deep pitch snapped her out of her
thoughts.

“Hm?”

“Do it.” He gestured, jutting his jaw toward her. “Undo just
one side. But not the other.”

The pleasure of anticipation shuddered through her. What was
he up to? Britt pulled on the one hip string as instructed and let it drop. Her
gaze stayed locked on his. The right side of the bikini dangled down but it
remained secured on her left hip. Warm air caressed the bared skin. She
shuddered. It caused her loose hair to graze the small of her back.

He licked his lips and wrapped a hand around his cock,
stroked up, down, up, down. Britt had never watched a man do that before.
Whorls of heat licked at her cunt in response. The fire danced behind him,
outlining his sculpted body in flames. She wanted nothing more than to devour
him, to be devoured, to have that shaft penetrating her wetness.

“Now the other side. Untie it. Slowly. Then let the suit
fall.”

Britt inhaled, reached for the string. Bit by bit she pulled
on the tie, aware of the subtle scrape with each inch she went. Her pulse
pounded in her ears and her mouth watered as the garment fell down and hit the
rose petals between her feet. She stood naked for his hungry stare.

“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” He intensified the rhythm
on his rod. His breaths came ragged. He knelt on the blanket with the rose
petals spread before him. “Come here. Lie down in front of me.”

She did as he ordered, the petals soft on the soles of her
feet as she padded across the blanket. The heat from the fire embraced her. She
sighed, lying back on the rose-covered pillow with one leg stretched on either
side of his knees. The pungent floral scent engulfed her, but instead she
longed to be surrounded by him, by the aroma of his clean scent and the power
of his body.

“Very good.” He nodded his approval and continued to jerk
himself off. She saw that the head of his penis had grown swollen and purple,
as if it would burst at any moment. The sight of it sent another wave of lust
through her loins. She could just imagine its girth pushing through her tight
sheath, her cream coating it inch by inch, that final groan when the head
grazed over her G-spot and settled at the tip of her womb.

Britt swallowed a thick lump.
Oh god help me.

His gaze raked over her, into her. It sent frissons of
sparks across her flesh. “Now spread that gorgeous hair out across the pillow.”

She liked the strained, almost out-of-control tone to his
voice. It made her long to please him, to take her time while she obeyed his
orders just to see how far she could push him before he snapped.

Britt combed her hands through her long tresses and fanned
the locks across the petal-covered pillow. It stirred the rosy fragrance
further, intensifying the sensual mood. He licked his lips in response and it
made her yearn to kiss them, to attack and consume. But she held back and
waited, anticipating whatever commands would come next.

“Raise your ass so I can see your pretty pussy better.” His
feral gaze branded every inch of her skin, finally coming to rest on her cunt.

She groaned and raised her hips, waiting for his next order.

The upward undulation of her pelvis wrought a pleased moan
from him. “Now I want you to open yourself and show me your clit and your
wetness.”

Britt let out a strangled moan when she started to do just
that but her foot slipped on a few petals. It forced him to let go of his cock
and catch her just as he had in the drugstore.

He eased her ass to the floor and bent over her on all
fours. His wild gaze traveled up her body, drilling into hers. A barely
contained restraint glowed in his eyes, and she knew a moment of her own power,
of her own dominance, despite becoming the submissive in this little game he
played with her.

“Have you ever heard of a safe word?” He leaned down and
blew a hot puff of air on her right nipple. It hardened into a tight pebble and
sent a lash of heat straight to her womb.

“A safe word? N-no, I haven’t.”

He reached for her abandoned bikini. “Put your hands on your
belly.”

She did as he ordered. Her heart raced, waiting to see what
he’d do next.

He didn’t take long. He wound and secured the bra around
both wrists.

“Son of a bitch, so damn pretty.” He scoured the coals of
his eyes over her. “Mm, yeah, kinkiness definitely suits you.”