Stony Creek Hero [Stony Creek 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (16 page)

He heard her moan softly as he shifted his mouth to lightly rim her ear, allowing her to feel his hot, tantalizing breath as her scent consumed his senses. She tasted of sweetened vanilla bizarrely enough, earning a moan of his own. It was his favorite. She became restless as he positioned his tongue and lips to run down the column of her neck and that soft spot where it met the shoulder. He pulled her head to the side with a bit more aggression as he dropped his other hand to trace the wet path his hungry mouth left for it to follow. His fingers almost reverently slid down her heated neck as he listened to her ragged breathing proclaiming without words of her increasing arousal. Her skin was the softest silk as he began to memorize its feel and texture.

“Ben, please. Release my hands,” Lizzie panted out. “I want to touch you, I need to touch you.”

Ben didn’t even lift his head as he held hers in his tight, commanding grip. His wicked tongue was forging a trail that was going to end when it made its way to her breast.

“No.” It was all that Ben offered as a response.

Lizzie began to struggle against her bonds in earnest when he reached the upper swell of her right breast. He ran his tongue in a swirling pattern, toying with her already overwrought emotions.

Without any warning, Ben tugged her across his body so that she lay like a baby in his arms, bound and trussed with her chest only covered by the damp, thin white satin and lace of her demi bra, or what was left of it. He allowed his eyes to brand her as he ran them from the exquisitely delicate features of her face, over the smooth column of her neck, down to her abundant mounds that were bouncing with his sudden movements. He took in the flat planes of her smooth stomach and the outline of her soft mound, down to her strong, firm legs and then back to her pulsating core again. He used his hand, the one not still threaded in her hair holding her to his whim, to lightly trace the obvious outer lips that were practically begging him to slip his fingers into their depths.

“Baby, I can’t resist you any longer. I need to hear you come for me. I just need it, Lizzie.” Ben’s voice sounded harsh even to his own ears as he vocalized what was necessary to bring him back to sanity. He needed this one control over her as his body began to release the fear and alien sense of helplessness that had tortured him while he had been trying to save her.

Deftly he plucked the snap of her capris free and pulled the zipper down slowly, allowing his fingers to tease the pale, soft flesh underneath. He watched as though enthralled by Lizzie’s own response as she was held captivated by his hand as it descended under the white satin of her thong. Ripples of arousal caused her body to tremble in his lap, causing her rear to rub so enticingly against his rock-hard cock again. His two fingers found her clit and rubbed gently in a circular pattern, forcing her to arch her back at the obvious pleasure that he was giving her. He slid them further, eliciting a small gasp as they slid effortlessly through her juices as they found her unbearably wet and ready for whatever “punishment” he would administer. Moans filled the cab as he ran them back and forth through her slick arousal before sliding them up and into her hot, tight channel which clenched in obvious approval. Lizzie let out a frustrated sigh which then turned into a groan as she watched him suck those very fingers into his mouth. The look of satisfaction on his face was more than sufficient enough to convey his pleasure at her taste.

“Baby, you taste like heaven. You were made for pleasure and I am going to see to it that you are used in that manner to the very best of my abilities.” Ben allowed a grin that was both
arrogant and decadent
to follow in the wake of his declaration. He felt tense from his restraint as his need to get inside of her was about to override his ability to take her gently.

The door to the truck was then swung open as he pulled her along outside into the raging elements, the weather matching the feral passion of the moment. Rain and wind lashed at their bodies, mimicking the warring emotions that were radiating from Ben. Using the running board of the truck, he placed Lizzie on her feet, balancing her there before using his own body to mash hers up against the cold, wet metal of the closed door. Ben used the position to quickly release his jeans and shoved both them and his cotton boxers down to free his throbbing cock. The moment felt surreal to Ben as he was exposed to the violent storm, his cock straining against her body seemingly determined in succeeding in its own purpose.

His ravenous lips leaned down to plunder hers with scandalous intent as he forced her mouth open with his and thrust his tongue over hers, tasting her need. His mouth slashed on hers again and again as he rolled his groin violently in the same timing into her hips. Both of his hands skimmed up her ribcage to clasp her breasts within their warm confines. He massaged and rolled them, heedless to her breathless moans, as she did the only other thing she could do to touch him.

Lizzie lifted her left leg and wrapped it around his lower back, forcing their lower halves into the most intimate contact possible. She felt as his erection practically fought for entrance against the confines of the saturated material of her capris that were rubbing deliciously against her weeping pussy. She wanted him to take her, right here and now. Tearing her mouth from his consuming kiss, she allowed herself the moment to melt under his heated gaze in the cold, pouring rain.

“Ben, do something, I need you. Please forgive me and take me. I am yours,” she panted out above the roaring wind, unsure if he heard her.

Ben must have heard her plea as he was continuing to torture them both by using his cock to fuel the electric pulses from her clit, practically bringing her to orgasm. He must have been riddled with the same desperate need for her because she suddenly was aware of him lowering her leg back down to the running board. Lizzie almost wailed in frustration until he abruptly yanked her pants and thong down until they caught on her sandal. That too was pulled off the one foot as the clothing followed, leaving the rest to dangle from her other still-dressed leg. Without hesitation, she felt his hands run over her wet back, only to pause at the rope bindings briefly before continuing on to their intended destination. He roughly cupped both of her lower cheeks within his grasp and forcefully crushed her groin up against his. The position encouraged her to now wrap both of her legs around his muscular waist and wait, while he finish devouring her lips, for his approval. His fingers massaged and squeezed her soft cheeks erotically as they both struggled for air.

“Baby, you are so fucking desirable, Lizzie, I need to take you, now.” The possessive, untamed look in his eyes stole her breath as she felt him shift his groin away for just a second.

Gasping at the feeling of his throbbing cock poised at her dripping entrance, she let out a scream when he thrust up and into her dripping wet pussy, the pleasure encompassing her senses as he stretched her tight channel. Her head fell back against the driver’s side window. She felt sensually charged as heavy rain hit her face at the same moment he began to deliciously pump into her snug depths for the first time.

“Fuck, baby, you are so tight, so good.” Ben’s rough comment caused her to clench spasmodically onto his rigid length. His cock was now sliding with liquid ease, stimulating and satisfying her hyper-aroused tissues. She could hear him groaning his pleasure while using his grip on her ass to force her down while he thrust up rapidly into her. Lizzie had never felt such wanton rapture while making love. Well, she had never really done that either, it was always just sex, but with Ben, it was different. She felt him with every fiber of her being. Her lips were parted as raindrops dripped from them, carelessly running down her throat. Her body began to tense as she felt the start of electric pulses tingle from her clit while Ben was mercilessly pounding into her body. His facial lines were tense as though he, too, was on the edge of ecstasy and wouldn’t stop until they both went over its cliff. His cock jerked with the tilt of his hips as he rubbed her G-spot with his rock-hard length causing her to scream out as molten pleasure poured throughout her body at the stimulation. She could feel herself contract violently on his cock in her orgasm. It forced a rough, vibrating growl from his chest as she felt his cock explode inside her. The pulsing warmth of his semen that was bathing her insides in scalding streams was in stark contrast to chilling wet elements that were still slamming them, oblivious to their shared rapture.

Ben’s hands were still clutching her, sure to leave delicious bruises as a testament of his extreme need and their shared pleasure. Lizzie sighed into his neck as his harsh breathing fanned warmly against hers.

“Baby, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked worriedly, his concern growing from her lack of response.

Ben tried to regain some semblance of consciousness but his brain was fried from the most intense orgasm of his life. He flexed his hands against her sodden skin, trying to control his ragged breathing. Leaving only one hand to hold her against him, he began to tenderly stroke the delicate skin of her back.

Lizzie smiled into his strong chest, softly squeezing on his still-buried rigid length. “No, Ben, you assuredly did not. I have never felt that sort of pleasure before, not with anyone. Oh my god, what did you do to me?”

Ben had to smile arrogantly to himself. At least he wasn’t alone in thinking that they had just had the most mind-blowing experience. Another crackle of energy filled the air as Ben suddenly took in their surroundings. Shit, he had such difficulty controlling his needs around Lizzie. He knew that he had to get her out of this immediately. With only her safety on his mind, he stood Lizzie back on the running board of the truck as he speedily did up only the zipper on his jeans. He scooped her back up into his strong warm embrace and hastily ran them both to the cabin’s front door.

* * * *

The door swung open with a flick of his wrist as he was assisted by a forceful gust of wind that was battering his drenched back.

He heard Lizzie laugh as he almost stumbled from the strength of the wind on his pleasure-weakened legs. He slammed the door closed with his foot as they were enveloped into the darkness. Lizzie shuddered against his body as a loud boom of thunder shook the cabin. He placed a tender but brief kiss on her lips as he lowered her to the floor.

“Don’t move, baby, okay? I don’t want you to trip until I get some light in here. Are you afraid of the thunder?” he asked in concern.

“Well, um, it isn’t so much the thunder as it is the lightning-hitting-the-cabin-and-burning-us-to-a-crisp part that scares me Ben.” Lizzie laughed into the darkness that was only being permeated by momentary illuminations by the natural phenomenon. It seemed to add to the action-movie-like quality of the past few hours.

He laughed into the darkness from somewhere across the room as she heard him fumbling with something. A match provided a light glow for her to see as he lit some kindling in the fireplace. He watched as Lizzie turned and took in the one-room cabin, smiling in its romantic simplicity. The light licked up the walls, revealing their log-cabin design, a perfect setting for them to ride out the storm. Light further illuminated the space as Ben lit a roaring fire allowing her to glance at the huge bed, since replaced from Billie’s kidnapping ordeal with the current welcoming king-size one. It was made up with soft, downy duvets and fur throw blankets as though encouraging passionate trysts within its confines. There was a small kitchen along the opposite wall complete with an old-style cast-iron stove and oven which was mirrored on each side with wooden counter space. Open shelving revealed stacks of glasses, dishes, and other necessities for roughing it up here on the mountain. A woman’s touch, probably his mother Lillian’s, was evident with the small vases of dried flowers that were placed on the shelf and window sill.

“Ben, this is lovely. Do you come up here often?” Lizzie questioned him.

Ben turned and bestowed on her already reigniting passion a smile that could charm the pants off a nun. “I am thinking that I might be coming up here a bit more often than I have in the past, seeing how much you like it, darlin’.” He straightened back up to his full intimidating height of six foot five and slowly stalked his way over to her. He wore a look that Lizzie probably found unreadable as he took in her state of disarray, bindings, and exposed flesh. He licked his lips as he felt himself harden in hunger, taking in her forced submissive state. He wanted, no needed to see if she would follow his leads and cues indicating what he desired from her.

“Baby, are you still okay with this? Are you feeling frightened? You made me so crazy back there but you have to know that I would never hurt you. I would kill anyone who tried. It’s not fear that I am wanting from you,” Ben softly questioned.

Lizzie looked like there were shivers running up and down her spine as she trembled when he advanced slowly on her, stopping only when she had to crane her neck up to look into his eyes.

“I am yours, Ben. I am not afraid. I trust you to care. After what you did today, I will follow your wants, anywhere, any way.”

Ben felt as his face tightened further into a mask of unconcealed desire and a bit of something more.

“Will you take the ropes from me now, Ben?” she questioned him quietly.

“No, baby. The ropes will stay, for now. They will stay until I wish to take them off. Okay?” he said with that dark look on his face again.

“Okay.” Lizzie fell silent after that, with only the crackle of the fire punctuating the drone of the storm outside. Ben began to circle her, as though he was stalking his prey. It was what she felt like and had to admit that she was growing to crave it herself. She felt the rough texture of his fingers as he allowed them to drift over her bare shoulder and then slide down the smooth slope of her back. She let out a shuddering breath that she didn’t even realize that she was holding. Who knew what he must be seeing? She knew that she looked a mess with her hair plastered to her head with her shirt ripped open revealing her new but now tattered bra. One of her breasts was on display, being out of its satiny confines, and her capris and thong were hanging on by the only leg that had a shoe on. Far from the rumpled, pleasured-woman image that she would have wished to convey but by the increasingly ragged sound of Ben’s breathing, she assumed it did little to hinder his arousal. It made her feel wanton, powerful, and more in control than she had been in a long, long time.