The Risqué Target (29 page)

“Nala! My sweet Nala!” His voice was thick and harsh. He, too, had passed the point of no return.

She dug her nails into his wet flesh and screamed against his throat. Awakening the animals in the woods, she cried out in ecstasy as he shook and trembled over her. The excruciating intensity of his movement quickened until he called out her name again, until he growled that erotic, strange animal sound erupting from his throat. It was then she knew he had released.

Her beloved Tantum, the raging beast, had been set free.

He hadn’t meant to be rough with her, brutally taking her on the ground during a rainstorm, yet it seemed fitting. He'd made up for it in the shower, where he gently, carefully cleansed the mud from her body. Then they’d had another go at it. Smiling at the molten glow that still filled him, he stretched pleasurably on the bed where he lay.

She’d gone to tend to their clothes. How, he didn’t know.
Sure
, he thought, smiling again.
Most cabins in the middle of the woods come with central air, a basement, and a washer and dryer.

He shivered with the remembered pleasure of her riding him like a bronco, their bucking and thrashing. He chuckled quietly at the wildness of his little kitty cat, who was truly wilder than he’d ever imagined.

“What's so funny, Mr. Maddox?” Her raspy bedroom voice traveled through the doorway, sending another shiver through his body.

When he saw her standing there in nothing more than a sheer nightgown, he felt himself swelling again. Already.
So, this is how it's going to be? An instant hard-on at the mere sight of her? She's gonna be one busy girl
. He smiled yet again at the thought and put his hands behind his head. “You look pretty,” he said, not caring how silly the statement sounded, but liking the blush it got from her.

She walked over to the bed and crawled up on it, over him. “You look delicious,” she returned, and gave him a slow, drugging kiss.

Snatching her, he rolled her over. “Don't tempt me, sweetheart,” he warned. “I'm more than prepared for round three.” He pressed against her, proving to her just how prepared he was.

She sat up and pulled the sheet from his body. His shaft was fully erect, bobbing for attention.

“I can see that you are.” She bit her lower lip and dragged her eyes from his loins to look at his face. “So….” She tapped her lip. “What are we going to do about it?”

“Let's start by taking your clothes off.” He reached out for her nightgown, but she slapped his hand away.

“I'll do it.” She pushed lightly at his chest. “You just lie there.”

“Oh, no. I don’t fuckin’ think so.” Lunging forward, he lifted her nightgown and pushed a finger inside her already wet pussy. “Remember, sweetheart, in the bedroom you pass the torch to me.” He slipped out and then back into her. “Here, I own the control.”

“Yes, Tantum,” she gasped, lifting onto her knees to accept his greedy finger. “Oh, baby. Yes you do!” Her hips moved with the rhythm of his finger. “Just tell me what you want.” Her hooded eyes glared passionately down at him. “Tell me and I will give it to you.”

Tantum already knew what
he
wanted—his fantasy. The very one she’d made him jerk off to in his solitary bedroom while they were staying at his family home.

He withdrew his finger from the tight warm place between her legs. “Go back over there.” He pointed at the door, then got comfortable and placed both hands behind his head.

Unsure what game he wanted to play, Nala now knew better than to question him. Any other man perhaps, but never Tantum. The reward was too great. She got down from the bed and went to the door, more than willing to do what he requested. She turned and gazed at Tantum's beautiful naked body. His eyes whispered to her. Possessively, he claimed her without a word.

Those blue gems quashed Nala's esteemed control. It dropped from her and as it fell, she decided to leave it right there at the door.

“Now, sweetheart, you may take it off.” His predatory tone had Nala pulling the thin sheer material from her body. She stood exposed and unabashed. His eyes instantly burned her naked skin. They were filled with so much heat, a certain forbidden-but-fabulous searing desire. She watched him slide his hand downward, over the contours of his chest to his flat abdomen.

“Fuck, I will never tire of looking at you,” he said huskily and fisted his engorged erection. At the sight, her legs clenched together. She flushed, feeling the heat from her cheeks to her womanly center, and the warmth heightened when he gave his cock a slow, long stroke.

His brow arched. “Do you like the way that looks?”

Nala nodded, and at that moment, she decided to leave her inhabitation at the door too. “You look so sexy Tantum. You make me so very horny,” she confessed as she watched him give himself another jerk. “You truly are a bad boy, aren't you?”

“Come on over here, Nala. Crawl onto this bed and I'll show you just how bad I can be.” A sexy little grin spanned his handsome face. “But first I want my cock in your mouth,” he said.

She instantly moved toward him because she, too, wanted him in her mouth. He'd blessed her pussy with his wicked mouth. The least she could do was return the favor.

On palms and knees, she crawled up to him. He placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled it down. His other hand constricted the bottom of his shaft so when her lips encased the tip of him, the skin became tighter, smoother. To ease her slide, she licked him as she moved farther down his taut flesh and came back up with a suck.

“Damn! Do that again. Lick me, Nala. I like watching you.” He grunted, took his hand from his shaft and firmly held her head with both hands. True to his dominant and irresistible behavior, he guided her. “Take as much of me as you can,” he groaned while his hips flexed upward. Her mouth stretched around the girth of him. She apprehended his provocative gaze and opened up her throat but gagged, for there was no way she was going to fit all eight inches of him into her mouth. Even so, she meant to give it a good try. She came up and slid back down.

“Doing that, does it make you…?” He paused and took in a sharp breath when she toned up the suctioning on his shaft.”Damn, Nala, are you wet?”

She lingered over his throbbing erection, then glanced at him sideways. “I'm drenched,” she assured him with a teasing smile before taking him deep into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned again, “you suck me so good.” His face was tense. His veins bulged,  and his forehead was rutted. “Better than I ever imagined.”

“Imagined?” She flicked her tongue over the tip of his head. “Tantum, what else have you imagined?” Not waiting for an answer, she tugged his balls gently. Then she gave him another long, thorough suck, rolling her tongue along his tight flesh, enjoying the intense expression on his face that followed the action. “Come in my mouth, Tantum. I need to taste you.”

He sweetly grimaced, stroked her hair and cradled her cheek. He cradled it. “I adore how naughty you are,” he said as he pulled himself from her mouth and ran his finger over her lip. “But I have other plans in mind for you tonight.”

“Is that right?” Anticipation twisted in her stomach.

“Yes. I want to take you from behind.” He looked into her eyes as the brazen proclamation fell from his delicious mouth. “I want to watch your ass slap against me as I fill you, sweetheart.”

Revelling in their new relationship—playful with a touch of no holds barred— she asked, “Is this something else you've imagined?”

“Yes, it is. Do you think you would like that?”

“Oh, yes! I would like anything you want.” She was already dripping with eagerness.

“Then roll over, get on all fours and offer that sweet ass to me.”

She obeyed his command. Once situated in the stimulating position, she glanced over her shoulder. His firm, sleek, muscular body moved behind her. He clutched her hips in his large hands. He shamelessly looked down at her, and in one fleeting thrust, he filled her completely. Nala dropped her head and cried out in bliss.

Gripping her hips, he rocked inside her, aggressively grinding and probing. The deeper he got, the more he touched of her depths, every spot of her, down to her aching core.

“Oh….” She needed more of him, longed for his unruly friction. “Take me,” she cried. “Tantum, please… 
take
me!” She crushed up and down against him, summoning his uncontrolled, driving force.

“What, sweetheart?” he tantalized. “You want this?” He withdrew and gyrated in a slow circular motion. “Or, is this what you're begging for?” His hands moved to her ass. He fisted her cheeks and spread her open. He drove into her with his sharp penetration repeatedly until they were pulsating, bucking and colliding in perfect rhythm.

She dropped her shoulders to the bed, gathered the sheet into her hands and lifted her ass. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Oh, yes, Tantum!”

“Look at me.” His gruff voice travelled up her spine.

Nala gazed at him over her shoulder. He was a paradox, from his rampant body and dark arousing eyes to the need in the throbbing male heat of him.

“I want you to cum,” he moaned, plunging into her up to the hilt.

“Tantum!” But her cry was restrained by his sudden violence as he delved with savage force, hitting her womanly core, impaling her. She squirmed in a frenzy to match his rhythm.

“Cum for me.” He clenched her by the hips and shuddered. “Fuck.” He shuddered again. “Cum right now!”

His moan, his words, the wild and untamed sound, reached directly inside her. “I'm….” She gasped at his glorious, animalistic release. “Tantum, I'm….” The overwhelming waves of her own orgasm took over and the only thing she could do was incoherently scream out in pleasure.

****

Lying beside Nala and still trying to catch his breath, Tantum saw his hard-on standing stiff and proud. He tried to push it down.
What the fuck am I going to do with you?
he thought to it.
Isn’t it time to take a rest?
Nala stirred, and his cock, with a mind of its own, jolted.

She abruptly sat up. “We need to talk.” She peered down at him. His erection waned at her serious expression. If he’d learned anything about women, it was that when they said “we need to talk,” no good came from it.

“No. I don’t want to talk about anything tonight. It's late. All I want to do is hold you in my arms.” He pulled her on top of his chest.

“But Tantum—”

He hushed her by running his fingers through her hair, along her bare arms, relishing in the fact she was completely awake while he did it.

She lifted her head and looked up at him. She wasn’t going to let it go.

If she wanted to talk, it was going to be about what he wanted to discuss. How he felt about her. Before she could get a word in he said, “Nala, I know you can take care of yourself, but….” He stalled. Suddenly, confessing his feelings to her became difficult again. Her bemused blue eyes waited patiently, giving him the strength to go on. “That wasn’t just passion talking. I can’t have you taking off again. These last few weeks have been pure hell, looking for you, not finding you, afraid for you.”

Her astonishment as she took it in showed him she hadn’t expected his confession.

Now that he’d found the words, he persevered. “I wanted to be rid of you because of that. If you stay, I’ll hurt you. I don’t know how to manage these feelings. I know I'm going to fuck this up.”

“Oh,” she softly sighed, touching his cheek. “Tantum, in my heart, I know you'd never hurt me.”

He snorted. “You don’t get it, do you? No, I’d never hurt you intentionally. But when it comes to you, I do crazy things. If you don’t believe me, wait until you report back to your regional office.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’d exhausted all other resources. I don’t know who to trust. Maybe NESA had you. I went to meet your boss, to get a gut-level feel about whether I could trust her. Boy, that Nancy Reich is a tough one. She wouldn’t give me a thing. When I thought of how she might know where you were, whether you were alive or dead, I wanted to wring her neck until she choked out the truth.”

“I thought you wanted me gone. Your email said so. I thought I was just another assignment to you, like The Iris Flower.” She sat up beside him. “Maybe I am. Maybe during that assignment, you cared about her, too.” She bit her lip. “Did you care for her, Tantum?”

He sighed. He didn’t want to talk about Valerie Barton, but Nala’s hurt and confusion ripped through his defenses. He ran his fingers through his hair. “I've never told anyone this, but do you want to know why I agreed to take that case?”