Riding the Line (8 page)
‘OK.’ She swallowed hard and retreated to the other side of the bed. ‘Close your eyes, then.’
She dove into the nearest bag and pulled out a pink and black fake lace bra and panties set. Turning her back, she shimmied out of her old clothes and into the new ones.
‘OK, you can look now.’
‘Hell, lady, I was looking all the time.’
She turned around and gasped as Dakota slid his arms around her hips and rubbed his unshaven cheek against her stomach. He licked the indentation of her navel and the small silver ring inserted through it.
‘I like it.’
She glanced down at the top of his head. ‘You can’t see it, you’re way too close.’
‘Nope, I’m good.’ His tongue slid lower until he licked the edge of her panties. ‘How about you let me help you relax? It’s been a long day.’
His big hand squeezed her ass cheek in time to the sweep of his tongue.
‘I haven’t showered.’
‘Neither have I,’ he murmured as his teeth tugged at the elastic, drawing it lower with every subtle movement.
Robyn grabbed his thick brown hair until he went still. ‘I thought we were going slow.’
He chuckled, and the sound vibrated against her skin. ‘This is slow. I’m going to take care of you and then we’re going to have some dinner. Think of this as a kind of hors d’oeuvre, a little taste to whet your appetite.’
‘When did you learn to speak French?’ She gasped. Her knees felt strangely weak as she relaxed her grip on his hair and his sinfully warm mouth worked its magic against her flesh.
‘That’s it, honey, let me do all the work.’
His other hand slid around to cup both her ass cheeks and hold her steady. She jumped as the tip of his tongue ran down the seam of her panties until it reached the swell of her clit. He began to suck and lick her through the thin lace of the panties.
She braced one hand on his shoulder, wished she’d thought to ask him to take his shirt off before his wicked tongue rendered her speechless. He nudged at her clit and she widened her stance, letting him probe more deeply. The wet sound of his tongue mingled with her jagged breathing.
His right hand slid up the inside of her thigh and she felt his finger lift the narrow strip of lace and slide underneath.
‘Nice and wet, honey, I knew you would be.’
She reacted to the sexual satisfaction in his voice by getting even wetter. His finger slid inside and worked her to the rhythm of his mouth. She was trapped between his mouth and his hands, not that she wanted to get away, not that she wanted him to stop.
‘Open a little more for me, baby. Let me inside.’
He slipped another finger in alongside the first and she fought a moan. God, it felt so good, she wasn’t sure if she could stand up for much longer.
‘That’s it, enjoy it, tell me how it feels.’
‘God . . .’ she managed to gasp, coherence not being high on her list, her attention fixed on her rapidly approaching climax. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and her hips moved to the pace set by his mouth and fingers. The only thing holding her up was his left hand splayed across her ass.
‘I want to taste it all, Robyn.’ He shoved her panties down and helped her step out of them. ‘Come here.’ He lowered her on to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide with the breadth of his shoulders. His mouth returned to her sex, his tongue circling the press of his embedded fingers before returning to her clit.
She moved with him now, all thoughts except the need to climax driven from her head by the demands of his mouth. He sucked her clit hard. Three fingers, then four and she was coming, her orgasm crashed over her, making her, scream his name.
He continued to lick at her as she came back down to reality, his tongue lapping at her juices. She shifted her hips, lifted them into him, silently begging for more. Would he oblige or would she have to get herself off later like she usually did? He groaned, the sound deep with approval.
‘You want more? You got more for me there?’
Robyn went still. She couldn’t ask, couldn’t bear it if he laughed at her like Damien had. He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. She bit down hard on her lip as he studied her.
‘Honey, I don’t know why you’re stalling here, but I’m a man who likes a woman who comes a lot.’ He widened his still embedded fingers and she shuddered. ‘Don’t stop on my account, I’ll take as many as you can give me.’
He bent his head again and started to pump his fingers back and forth, his tongue now roving all over her pussy and clit. She walked her feet up the sides of his muscled body as she sought the ultimate bliss of a deep hard orgasm. With a strangled cry she came again, but this time he didn’t stop, he just kept on wringing another and then another climax out of her.
When she eventually stopped pulsing and started whimpering instead, his face was buried against her thigh, his teeth set into her skin. She tried to laugh.
‘I think I’m done now.’
‘I think you broke my fingers.’ He slowly peeled himself away from her, his lips swollen with her juices. He winked and flexed his hand. ‘In a good way, I mean.’
She struggled to sit up. ‘God, I’m sorry, that was so selfish of me.’
‘Are you crazy? That was so good I almost came in my jeans.’
She glanced down at his groin, saw a wet spot on the denim and the bulge of the still thick column of his shaft.
‘Would you like me to, um, reciprocate?’
His slow smile returned, the one that shouted sex. ‘Oh no, honey, that was all for you. We’re taking it slow, remember?’
‘But what are you going to do about that?’ She pointed at his obvious erection.
He shrugged as he stood up and then winced. ‘I’m a big boy; I can handle it.’
‘I’d like to see that.’
‘You would?’ His smile widened.
Why the hell had she said that
? Robyn shrugged and kept her attention on his bare feet.
? Robyn shrugged and kept her attention on his bare feet.
‘OK then, stay there,’ he said.
The mattress shifted as he crawled to the top of the bed to face her. With a grimace, he carefully unzipped his jeans. The wet crown of his cock poked out through his tight white boxers. With one swift motion, he shoved his jeans and underwear down past his hips.
Robyn simply stared at him. In the evening light his cock looked much bigger than it had in the darkness. Pre-come already slid down his shaft from the swollen purple head. Dakota wrapped one hand around the base and slowly caressed his whole shaft.
‘Honey, while I do this, I’m going to imagine I’m sliding into you. Do you want to think about that?’
She nodded, her attention fixed on the slow glide of his hand as he pleasured himself. He palmed his balls with his other hand and groaned.
‘I’m gonna come real fast – feeling you climax around my fingers and mouth turned me on real bad.’
His hand moved faster and he dug his heels into the bed as his hips jerked upward. ‘When I do get inside you, I’ll make sure I last a long time so you can come as much as you like.’
‘That would be good.’
‘That would be fucking fantastic.’
Robyn crept closer, her gaze now on his face. His eyes were narrow slits and his head was thrown back, neck muscles cording as his come pumped through his still moving fingers. She inhaled the scent of sweat and satisfied male before reaching across him to find the tissues. She dumped the box on his chest, making him flinch.
‘Time to clean up.’
‘Aren’t you going to do it for me, honey?’
She eyed his now flaccid cock. ‘What’s up, did you lose the use of your hands?’
He winked at her. ‘I wasn’t thinking of hands, I was thinking more of you using your tongue on me like you did last time.’
Robyn felt her cheeks heat. God, had she really done that? She grabbed a tissue from the box and dabbed at the stickiness.
‘That was the old me. The new me is
way
more sophisticated.’
way
more sophisticated.’
He chuckled and helped himself to a handful of tissues. ‘Damn I hope not. I liked Jane, she had balls.’
Robyn went still. ‘She did, didn’t she?’
‘It’s OK, I like multi-orgasmic Robyn too.’ He covered her hand with his own and squeezed. She found herself smiling. ‘I like her a lot.’
Dakota cleaned up as best he could and went into the bathroom to finish off. As he washed, he eyed the tiny bath and shower. Would he and Robyn fit in there together? With a grin he turned on the water. He was prepared to risk it.
‘Hey, Robyn, come shower with me.’
There was no answer from the bedroom so he poked his head around the door to call her again. She sat cross-legged on the end of the bed, head bowed, shoulders slumped. She looked so frickin’ vulnerable. Had he done the right thing getting so close to her? A wave of protectiveness threaded through him.
‘Robyn?’
She looked up. Her smile was slow in coming.
‘Do you want to shower with me?’
‘Just shower, no funny business?’
He tried to look offended, hoped she wouldn’t notice the sudden interest stirring in his loins. ‘Cross my heart.’
She took off her new bra and walked toward him. He couldn’t help but watch the sway of her breasts crowned with tight dark nipples.
‘Dakota . . .’
‘Yes, ma’am.’ He snapped his gaze back up to her face.
‘You’re blocking the doorway.’
He grinned and stepped back, inviting her into his steam-filled lair. She brushed past him and stepped into the tub while untying her braid. Sighing, she separated out the heavy strands and shook her head. It was the first time he’d seen her hair down. It was so long it reached the small of her back.
He unsnapped his shirt, pulled his T-shirt over his head and dispensed with his jeans. Two seconds later he was beside her in the narrow shower. Normally he hated small spaces, but with a live wet sexy woman vying for elbow room, things suddenly seemed a lot more bearable.
She faced the shower spray so he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her fingers were busy in her hair leaving his the freedom to wander at will. He lathered them up with peach soap and cupped her breasts.
‘Dakota!’
‘I’m just trying to help out here.’
‘Yeah, right.’
His thumbs glided over her nipples, felt them harden along with his cock. He nipped her ear. ‘You still like me right, Robyn?’
Her fingers stopped moving on her scalp. ‘God, you’re so needy. I never said I liked you.’
‘Sure you did.’ He tweaked her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. ‘When you came all over my hand.’
He grunted as she twisted and dug her elbow into his gut. With great care, he continued to soap her breasts, concern for her muting the urgent thrust of his desire.
‘We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,’ he said.
She turned so suddenly he had to step back. ‘Why do you do this?’
‘What?’
‘Second-guess everything, overanalyze, nit-pick, whatever you want to call it.’
‘Because I want to make sure you’re OK with what we’re doing.’
She widened her beautiful eyes at him. ‘I said I was, didn’t I? What’s up with you that you have to make sure everyone’s happy all the time?’
He stared at her. Was that true? He always hated to be in the wrong or to have his actions misunderstood.
Robyn sighed. ‘If you try to please everyone, all you do is make yourself miserable.’
He frowned down at her. ‘I’m not miserable. What’s wrong with making sure things are OK?’
‘Because you are not responsible for other people’s happiness.’
‘Yeah, right, that’s bullshit. Tell that to my mom and stepdad, my half-sisters, my crappy father’s other sons. Someone has to try to keep the peace.’
She touched his cheek and he jerked his head away. ‘Dakota, you can’t be everything to everybody. I’ve tried and it just exhausts you.’
Anger burnt in his gut and he forced a smile. ‘You’ve tried? Christ, Robyn, you’re probably the most selfish person I’ve ever met.’
Her stricken expression made him want to punch himself or persuade her to do it for him.
‘I didn’t mean that,’ he said.
She pushed the wet hair away from her face and moved past him to step out of the shower. He waited as she wrapped a towel around herself.
‘It’s OK, you’re probably right. I am selfish, but it’s about time. I spent years trying to keep everyone happy and paid the price.’ Her smile was forced. ‘Perhaps I’ve gone a bit too far the other way, but at least I’m putting myself first for a change.’
She walked into the bedroom and shut the door quietly behind her. Dakota let out a string of curses and smashed his fist against the tiled wall. Would he ever learn to keep his big mouth shut? And what the hell was he doing acting like her moral superior? He had no idea what she’d been through, no idea what had brought those stark shadows to her eyes.
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