Trusting Love (24 page)

Kristen stopped and looked at him like she could taste him already. Hell, he’d died and gone to heaven for certain because by the look in Kris’ dark eyes, she loved sucking his cock as much as he loved her doing it.

“Oh, baby,” she whispered with a smile that shot a dart of anticipation rolling down his stomach. “Is that for me?”

Kris didn’t just give him a blow job. She made him feel like she enjoyed making him insane with pleasure. He loved everything she did with that mouth of hers. And her hands, he thought, watching her clench her fists at her sides. And body.

Her long-sleeved T-shirt was tight over her little breasts and he watched the nipples peak for him into hard points under the white cotton. Her long hair was up in a twisted mess that he wanted her to always wear so he could see her sexy eyes and admire her pink lips without the silk falling in his way.

He spread his legs and stroked up his cock, rubbing butter all over the head of it while she watched, seeming almost mesmerised. “Hell, darling, you know the answer to that. Always, but I thought you might like to try buttered this time,” he said, sounding husky with the lust thundering through him.

She shut the door without a word and toed her boots off, slowly peeling her T-shirt up over her head and threw it to the floor. The lacy black see-through bra was right out of his fantasies but so was the golden-skinned woman sliding out of her skin-tight yoga pants. She left her matching panties on but started walking towards him, stroking her stomach and up to her breasts when she did.

“Hell, darling, come here and give me some of that,” he told her.

With a small smile, she sank to her knees between his thighs and settled her hands on his legs. “I thought he’d never leave.”

“I thought you’d make me embarrass myself in my jeans,” he told her and bent down to sample her lips. She gripped his erection and slipped both hands up and down while she kissed him madly. “Ah, God, I want your mouth, you don’t have any idea do you, how much I want that mouth of yours on me? You feel so good, darling,” he said, “like you’re making love to my cock when you do.”

She smiled against his lips. “I am, Robert.”

“Do it again, darling. I’m begging you.”

“No,” she said with a catch to her voice, “you never have to beg, Robbie.”

He tried to follow what she said, but she slid down his body and back on her knees, taking the ability to think with her when her hot breath hit the tip of his anxious erection.

Chapter Sixteen

Kristen watched the way Robert’s eyes closed at her first slow lick along his buttery erection and felt a rush of awareness along her body. He was harder than she’d ever seen him, so turned on she thought he’d lose control within minutes. Heat warmed her mouth instantly when she sucked the rounded head in past her lips and further down to enjoy him.

She didn’t know if she was hot or cold, but whatever her temperature, she was going to make this good for him, so good he lost that tension she’d felt in his shoulders at breakfast.

Has the meal hit him the same way it has me? With a feeling of rightness, as if we always sit and enjoy a meal together?

She didn’t know, but right now, on her knees between his big legs with his erection all hers, she knew she was right where she wanted to be.

The taste of him was strong today, full of the musky maleness she’d craved over the pancakes she’d pushed around on her plate. She licked the meaty head and twisted her hands on the thick muscled column, not wanting to miss a spot of him.

Robert groaned so heavily and gripped the couch with his hands so hard she thought he might come too quickly. She sucked downward, filling her mouth with the feel of his warm stiff flesh until she could ease him past that gag reflex and deeper than before. It was difficult—he wasn’t small—but she managed to tilt her head this time and take more. Excitement burst down her body in a path of heat that wakened every inch of her skin.

Robert groaned so deeply he sounded like he might come.

She quickly stroked upward and released him with a smile. Her throat tingled, but she glowed with pleasure at having taken him so deep.

“Oh, God,” he called, watching her with an intensity that made her feel flushed with heat. “That was incredible.”

“That was so hot, let me try again,” she said, and matched words to action, slipping him in and twisting again, to feel him slide easier past that uncomfortable point. He was large, thick in a way that excited her into wetting her panties, but it made giving him this a challenge. But she loved it. She slipped back up slower this time, steadying her breathing even as her own body began to tremble from need.

Robert was panting, so turned on she could taste the essences of him spilling on her buttery tongue.

“Not yet,” she whispered, kissing down the broad shaft and bending lower to suck one of his hanging balls

“Holy Jesus that’s so fucking hot!” he growled. His body tightened, becoming that line of muscled man she couldn’t believe she could control so easily. “Don’t stop, God, you’re so perfect,” he whispered. “That’s so damn hot, darling.”

She rolled the hard sac in her mouth, loving the musky taste and the way the hair tickled her nose. Robert began thrusting up through her hands and she released his rounded ball and licked along the tight line separating the two sacs then moved over to gently do the same thing to the other.

“Oh, hell, hell, hell…” He gasped for breath and opened his eyes to watch her with a dazed look. Slowly she released the flesh and kissed him there, going back up to kiss along his velvet shaft to end with one more softer kiss on the plum-shaped head. “You now,” she whispered against him. “Deep like before, okay?”

“Oh, hell yeah, Kris,” he whispered gathering himself like she’d told him to jump in an icy river. His hard stomach tightened and she soothed a hand up past his flat navel to his chest. She followed with her lips, dipping down to taste the tiny belly button then licked up the line of his chest to suckle his nipple with a quick kiss.

“Kristen, what are you doing to me, darling?”

He ran his warm hands over every inch of her back, butt and legs, never lingering but stroking her skin like he couldn’t stop.

“I’m making love to you,” she whispered and reached up to kiss his fuller bottom lip, sucking on it gently before releasing him. “I want to taste you, though,” she warned him and went back down his body, stopping along the way to lick and kiss as much of him as she could. By the time she reached his erection again, she swore he’d got harder and thicker. “Last as long as you can,” she said settling on the floor and lifting his hard flesh up straight for her lips.

“Seconds,” he groaned. “That’s all I can manage.”

She smiled at his low husky words and spread butter down the length of him. “Try for minutes. Think on something else.”

“Hell, don’t you think I’ve—ahhh!”

Her mouth sliding down the broad shaft worked miracles, she realised when his scolding stopped mid-sentence. She sucked the thick flesh a few times enjoying how he shuddered.

Robert began making odd noises so she rose higher on her knees then held him tightly in her hand and slipped the length of him deep, making it past her gag reflex easier. This time she sucked back up quickly, making certain to tighten her lips when she slurped over the sensitive tip

“Hell,” he breathed.

The sound of his voice sent a shiver down her pussy. She tightened her thighs to give her aching body some relief and took Robert faster and faster in and out of her mouth, driving him deeper when he began subtly thrusting his hips.

“Not gonna last,” he growled. “Pull up or stay there, darling.”

She tightened her hands on him. She was staying.

At the second deep pass he hardened to the point of being nearly impossible to keep there. Right when she would have slipped back up, he called her name, sounding frantic and wrapped a leg around her shoulders. He exploded with his hand in her hair and his body pumping hard, salty jets so hard she didn’t even need to swallow. He tightened his leg and pulled her closer, pushing his cock deeper, then thrust in and out, going farther each time with such a wild shout of pleasure she felt her own orgasm nearing.

Suddenly he dropped his leg and tugged her up and off him and face down over the couch. Startled she gasped, but cut off with a moan as he filled her all the way to the root.

“Oh, God, yes!” she cried and bent lower, falling half off the couch and catching herself with a hand on the wood floor right when he started powering into her, building up quickly to the firm flesh on flesh rhythm he’d given her last night.

“Kristen, darling, you’re so damn tight and soft, just like that mouth of yours,” he said breathlessly, tightening his hands on her hips to firm his thrusts.

“Oh, yes, Robert, just like that, please!”

“Always, always, darling,” he whispered.

She burst apart, her orgasm smacking into her harder than his hips hitting her bare butt. With a shudder, she clenched on the thick flesh impaling her and trembled from the contractions milking it harder and harder. The world disappeared to just the pleasure and through it she heard Robert whisper her name. She cried out louder as he climaxed again, feeding her a second time with his hot cum.

The last thing she registered was that she knew she would never get enough of this man, of the tenderness and the wild aggressive way he made love to her.

* * * *

Eric watched the two television screens with the weather reports blaring a warning to stay at home.

“The roads are clear. Or as clear as they will be until the next round of snow hits,” Eric advised Duke.

“I believe you’re correct. I’d like you to lead the team,” Duke said, leaning back in his leather office chair with his hands folded on his stomach. The desk was enormous, big enough to be a dining room table. “I want you to take the new men.”

Eric grimaced, but nodded. Duke’s men were amateurs playing soldiers.

“I believe your abilities in training will also work on them.” Duke’s face darkened at the reference to Eric’s dick work on Savannah. No doubt the man had a hard-on just thinking about the training he’d applied to the dirty blonde. For once, Eric’s body had stayed at ease, maybe from the thorough fucking he’d just delivered to Savannah before coming here. He’d enjoyed himself immensely, reaching that high he only got from ensuring a woman learned her place the hard way. She’d learned, too. But not too quickly, which was even better.

“Use your command to teach them. I want to sell not only the perfect woman but the perfect soldier.” Duke moved forward and his gaze turned sharp.

The man was no fool. Eric needed to be careful with him, at least until he’d got what he wanted. Everything the man now had would work to start.

“How will you find McNeil?”

Eric eased back in his own chair, spreading his powerful thighs in a show of dominant nonchalance only another man would understand. “McNeil’s wearing a tracker. I’ve already monitored his vitals.” He let that sink in and watched the interest fill Duke’s eyes. The man was smart. Smart men were dangerous, Eric knew. “He’s alive and well. Or at least breathing,” he modified. “I’ll need two vehicles and eight men.”

Duke nodded. “I have everything you need.”

The statement was truer than the man knew. And Eric was going to take it too. All of it.

As soon as he killed the man.

Chapter Seventeen

Robert pressed kisses to Kris’ shoulder, amazed that she’d passed out. “Was it from the pleasure?” he asked again.

She smiled over her shoulder at him. “Don’t sound so pleased. I’ve never dreamed that could happen. What did I miss?”

He laughed and rose up off her slender body, watching his softening dick slide free, wet from her release and his. The possessive rightness of that made him smooth his hands over her rounded butt admiring the way the two firm globes created such a lush crevice. “Ever think of trying anal?”

“Sex?” she asked after a second of humming from his massage.

He nodded at her look.

“Don’t you think you’re a bit, well, big for that?”

“You seem to enjoy my size,” he told her, grinning at the face she pulled. “You might like it.”

“Have you ever?”

“No,” he breathed, not bothering to keep the regret out of his tone. Anal sex was something he believed every man wanted, but didn’t quite know how to ask for.

“Well, what makes you think you know how, then? That’s a big piece of property you’re trying to move into a small space.”

He smacked her butt lightly for that and curled her in his arms. She still wore her bra, but the lace was so thin he could easily feel her nipples when he cupped them in his hands. She filled his palms perfectly. She was, in his opinion, a small, perfect package that no doubt would love him to move his property in if he went about it the right way.

“I think you’d like it,” he merely said.

“I think you would too,” she told him not missing a beat. She also arched her butt right into his lap so he could imagine just how much he’d like it.

“I know I would.”

The dog, Rowdy, barked from where he’d parked himself on the porch. Robert stiffened but relaxed back when she smiled at him. “He does that.”

“I know. Damn dog needs to be trained not to, though.”

“Robert, that’s not nice,” she told him but wiggled closer until his stiffening cock fit perfectly between her butt cheeks. “And watch that.”

“I would love to watch that. Think how hot it would be.”

She seemed to think that over and he smiled into her shoulder. She was adorable, so trusting, she took everything he said as either teasing or serious. “We would need lots of butter.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” he promised. “But not now.”

“Oh, no way now, I was thinking much later, like
way
later.”

He laughed and hugged her tighter to him and wrapped a leg around hers. “I will be ready for something much sooner than that, but not anal. I think we should ease into that.” She sighed in relief then giggled when he growled in her ear. “You don’t want to.”