Turn It On: Turner Twins, Book 1 (17 page)

Ryan lifted her chin with a finger. He stared at her until she felt his compassion slide through her all the way to the bottom of her toes. “No way. You love this house. You love the memories and the history and the whole connection to your family. I’m sorry if me freaking out made you consider the option of selling. I think you need to do everything possible for security purposes, but sell? Not the solution.”

She nodded slowly. “I wish it would all go away, all the uncertainty and confusion. I just want to keep on enjoying being with you, and enjoying my job. I love visiting Carl, and I’ve got a date to have tea with Gramma next Saturday, and, shit, life is so good. Except for this crappy feeling I have things aren’t going to get better around the house.”

He pulled her into his lap and rested his chin on top of her head. Snuggled tightly to his chest, the pulse of his heartbeat calmed and reassured her. “We’ll do everything we can to figure out who’s behind this. I’ve made sure the outside camera is working. And the rest? You tell me what I can do to make your life easier.”

“You’re not going to order me around?” She poked him lightly in the ribs with her finger before planting her whole hand on the firm muscles of his chest.

“Oh, I know what I want to do. I want to move in here and wrap you up in so many layers of protection you feel like a chrysalis, but I do have ears, sweetheart. I’m a good listener. You don’t want me to organize your life, I won’t. I’ll wait until I’m asked.” He skimmed a hand along her thigh, cradling her closer.

Maxine swallowed hard. She’d been wondering how he’d take the suggestion of him moving in. He seemed too much of an alpha to want to give up his turf. “Would you really move in with me?”

He tensed slightly under her and for a moment she thought she’d misspoken. “Is that a formal invitation?”

They stared at each other, probing for any hint of misgiving, any hint of concern it was too soon, too big of a step. All she saw was his love, the depth of his passion and caring for her. “It’s more than an invitation, it’s a bit of a plea. I need you. Not because of the vandalism, but because of who you are.”

He smiled at her, sweet and possessive at the same time. “I’d be honored to move in.” He lowered his head and their lips connected. His touch sent tingles down her spine. The nervous tension of earlier morphed into sexual energy and she shifted until she straddled him. Under her crotch she felt his body harden, pressing against her pussy.

Tongues and teeth, lips and hands. Everything moved at the same time, exploring, feasting, touching. Maxine let herself float off into sensation and desire, her body craving every bit of him he could provide. She purred as something deep inside her clicked, more content than she ever remembered.

Suddenly she was airborne, and she automatically wrapped her legs around his hips to hang on for dear life as he strode through the house and up the stairs.

“What are you doing, Ryan?”

“Bedroom. Now.” She laughed and dropped her lips to his neckline, licking and nipping at his chin. He lowered her to the bed and held her in place, his gaze wild and possessive. “Take off your clothes. Everything but your bra.”

Maxine tugged at the button of her jeans, slowly opening and unzipping. “You’re sounding a little bossy there, mister.”

He crossed his arms and stared at her, the expression on his face heating her to boiling. “I told you, I’m a good listener. Get them off now and sit on the edge of the bed.”

She stopped for a second, trying to remember what she’d said to make him even more dominant in the bedroom than usual. “Oh crap.”

“Oh yeah, sweetheart, you like how I take control in the bedroom? Get ready for a wild ride. I’ve been holding back, but since you admit you like my style, let’s have some fun.”

A tremble shook her body, her crotch instantly soaking wet. His tone was frightening but an extreme turn-on as well. She tugged off her jeans and panties and snuck a glance at him. He winked.

“I won’t do anything you don’t like. You know that, right?” he asked quietly.

She nodded. It felt strange to sit bare-bottomed wearing only her bra while Ryan remained fully clothed before her. He stroked her hair, removing her ponytail holder and pulling the long strands over her shoulders. Soft touches massaged her scalp, his knuckles brushing against her cheek.

He stood nestled between her legs, his erection bulging the fabric of his dress pants. The urge to touch him, to kiss him as intimately as he’d kissed her grew strong, and she buried her face into his belly and breathed deep. The spicy smell of his skin pooled around her, and she held onto his belt with both hands.

He’d never demanded anything of her in terms of touching him, except during lovemaking when he had taught her how he enjoyed being stroked. It was time to take another new step. She reached for his buckle, licking her lips in nervous anticipation.

Ryan shook his head. “No, sweetheart. I have other things in mind for tonight.”

She ignored him and opened his trousers, slipping them past his hips. “You didn’t say I had to, but I want to. May I?” She stared in fascination as his cock bounced free directly in front of her nose. Ryan’s sweet musky scent greeted her and she took him into her hands.

“Fuck, yeah, you don’t need to ask permission. Just watch your teeth.”

Hard as steel under her grip, she felt his pulse through her fingertips. Thick veins stood in high relief under the satiny soft skin. A pearl-colored drop of fluid beaded on the slit and she reached with her tongue to lap it off. It was salty and warm, and far more pleasant than she’d expected. She licked again, this time letting her tongue explore the crest of the head, the spot where he’d shown her earlier he liked massaged with her fingertips.

Ryan shifted his weight, his hips jerking when she covered the entire tip with her mouth. The warmth of his cock felt strange but satisfying, especially when she glanced up to see him standing with eyes closed, his chest shaking with each rapid breath.

There was so much of him, there was no way he would fit completely into her mouth. She wrapped a hand around him, first licking then sucking, followed by hard strokes. Maxine enjoyed herself, swaying her body back and forth in a comfortable rhythm. He grunted and made small moans of pleasure. Her own reaction startled her as she grew more excited. She dropped one hand to her crotch, rubbing her pussy, moisture dripping from her body.

He laced his fingers through her hair and stilled her, pulling his cock from her lips with a pop. Ryan knelt and pressed his lips to hers, reaching in to stroke her teeth and the roof of her mouth. Maxine unbuttoned his shirt, pushed the fabric off his shoulders as she suckled on his tongue.

He brushed his fingers along her skin, his knuckles stroking the top curve of her breasts. His muscular torso rubbed her inner thighs as he leaned closer. All these sensations dragged Maxine farther from her worries and pushed her hard into the place where there was nothing but need.

Desire.

Wanting.

She wiggled her hips to the very edge of the bed, attempting to bring her aching core into contact with his body.

Ryan adjusted the cups of her bra, folding the fabric in the cup in half to hold her breasts with the nipples visible, the pink circles drawn into taut peaks. Blood pounded through her, tingling heat shooting into fireworks as he lowered his head and moistened both nipples in turn with a suckling kiss.

“I love seeing you on display,” he said. “I’m going to buy you sexy lingerie as a part of your Christmas present. Sheer bras with cutouts, crotchless panties.” He lowered his gaze and Maxine blushed as she realized she was wide open to his vision, moisture leaking from her body and clinging to her curls. He touched her, one hand cupping her pussy gently, holding her. “I want to go all caveman and order you to never wear panties around the house. I’d love to know I could lift your skirt and bury my aching cock in your sweet, tight body in an instant. To know my fingers or my mouth could cover you and slip inside and drive you wild without a moment’s notice.” His voice grew darker, deeper, as he spoke, the thumb of his hand matching his words and pressing into her core.

Maxine grew very still, picturing herself stalked around the house, Ryan taking her anywhere, anytime, and a small whimper escaped her.

“Sweetheart?” Ryan leaned his bare chest against her, nuzzling the pulse point in her neck. “You okay?”

“Oh hell, that’s hot. Don’t stop.” She panted the words out, images flashing through her brain of them having sex on the stairwell, him slipping into her while she worked in her office. All the naughty places and things she’d never dreamed she’d wanted.

She felt like she was emerging from a cocoon.

“Don’t stop what? This?” He buried his thumb as far as it would go, the rest of his fingers sliding under her body toward her butt and she groaned. “Or do you like the dirty talk? You want me to tell you how I’d love to take you and bend you over the antique couch downstairs, rip your pants off your ass and thrust into you so hard you see stars? I’d pick you up and place you on the kitchen counter that’s the right height for me to fuck you while I’m standing up. I’d drape your legs over my arms and pound into you until we’re both screaming. Or how about one of my favorite fantasies? Someday we’ll go outside and use the porch swing. I can see it, the sunlight shining on your breasts, the gorgeous highlights in your hair dancing while you ride my cock.”

Constant motion from his thumb and fingers combined with his words, and her body tightened with a building climax. Ryan licked his way along the edge of her bra cup, sucking the nipple into his mouth hard enough she shouted in surprise. While he alternated sucking and biting both breasts until they ached, Maxine clutched his shoulders, scraping her fingertips up his arms to tangle in his hair, dragging his head away from one breast when the nipple grew too sensitive to handle another touch. Below, his thumb stroked and circled her opening before plunging in time and again. He took the moisture from her body and pushed it backward with the rest of his fingers on each stroke, brushing her anus gently at first and then with more force. A second touch joined in and he pinched her clit between his fingers.

Her pussy clutched at his thumb, wanting more, needing to be stretched and filled, even as the waves of her orgasm rocked her core. “Yes, oh crap, yes, that’s good.”

He lifted her still-shaking body to the center of the bed and flipped her over, pulling her hips into the air.
Damn, she was fucking gorgeous.
“Yeah, it’s good. But I never told you my absolute top fantasy, did I? Because that’s what we’re doing next.”

He grabbed a couple of pillows and slipped them under her hips. She was mellow from her climax and he could barely see for wanting her. Stripping off the rest of his clothes, he grabbed a tube of lubricant from beside the bed and rejoined her.

She watched him, her pale green eyes wide as he stared down at her, running his hand over the curve of her ass, stroking her smooth skin. A tremor shook her. “Are you going to…?”

He smiled. In spite of the advances in her modesty over the past months, the words were still too much. “Take your virgin ass? Oh yeah, I’m going to make love to you a brand-new way and it’s going to feel fucking great for both of us. Do you trust me?” She nodded so fast he had to laugh. “You want to try it, don’t you?”

Maxine wiggled her hips and he smelt her arousal. Hell, the scent of sex hung in the air all around them. “I want to try it, but I’m a little scared. Oh please, I need you.”

They kissed again and Ryan distracted her with his mouth on hers while he brushed a fingertip up and down the tender line of skin between her ass cheeks. He didn’t penetrate, just stroked, and slowly the tension gripping her flowed away.

“Hmm, that feels nice.” Maxine drew her legs wider apart, opening for him and he smiled.

He massaged her ass cheeks, one in each hand, the tight rosette between playing peek-a-boo with his vision. Ryan lowered himself between her legs and covered her pussy with his mouth, thrusting with his tongue. He ate hungrily, the sweet cream from her body teasing him, building the desire to bury himself deep, but he held off. Once she was making noises of need, he lapped the length of her slit, circling her clit before drawing a long stroke all the way to her ass. The first time he touched her anus with his tongue she hissed.

“Feels good, right?”

“I can’t believe you’re touching me there. Oh my God!”

Ryan had hardened the tip of his tongue and rimmed her hole, pushing against the tight muscle and slipping in a tiny way. Maxine fell completely silent. He drew back to check her expression. “Okay?”

“I’m very embarrassed by how turned on I am right now. How can that feel so wonderful?” She buried her face in the mattress, but didn’t shift away from him.

He tugged gently on her hair until he could look into her eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. Close your eyes if you have to, but get the idea out of your head that this is dirty in any way. It’s making love and whatever we want to do together is right.”

Waiting for her response was brutal as his cock throbbed with the need to be surrounded by her tight warmth. If she wasn’t ready for this experience yet, he’d give her time. He might spontaneously combust if she asked him to stop, but he’d do it for her. Being in control in the bedroom meant being in control of himself as well, and he was damned if he would push her faster than she could handle.

She rose on her elbows, auburn hair tousled around her shoulders, eyes bright as she stared at him. Then she licked her lips slowly. “Fuck me. Anywhere. Everywhere. I want it all.”

Hallelujahs rang in his ears and Ryan moved over her like a wild thing, ready and eager. He drove two fingers into her cunt and curled the tips to stroke the sweet spot deep within. Burying his face between her legs, he feasted on her, lapping the cream that covered his fingers, coated her labia and smeared on the inside of her thighs. He stroked her anus again and again with his tongue, teasing while he continued to pump into her passage.