WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 85: Fired Up (11)

Sweet tension built as his fingers stroked lower, teasing sensitive skin.

This was what she wanted. This raw hunger and heated touching with no holds barred.

“Flip.”

He guided her down onto her hands and knees, his big hands stroking up her back, canting her ass up. On her elbows, neck arched, she waited eagerly. Sprawled on her sheets, she was hyperaware of him moving behind her and the unmistakable sound of a condom snapping into place, rough and urgent. He didn’t want to wait any more than she did. That rough need fed her own excitement, the spice of not knowing what he would do next an erotic encouragement to feel. Cole didn’t have rules. He’d do her his way.

“Please,” she whispered. Her head swam with the delicious buzz of wanting him, her fingers curling into the sheet. Her thighs shook with the effort of holding still.

A warm, rough-skinned hand stroked one cheek of her ass. Cupped and shaped her, controlling, but in a good way. “Whatever you wan’, sha,” he growled.

His dick brushed against her swollen folds.

He fisted one hand in her ponytail, using the other to guide himself to her pussy. The rough in and out of his breathing soughed against her ear, his exhalations grazing her neck. Pressing back against him, driving him deep —that was what she needed. That hand stopped her, held her in place. Instead, he pushed himself through her slick folds. Again and again as electric pleasure shot through her.

 Cole pinned her, his big body dominating hers in an animalistic display that was perfect. His arms caged her on the bed. This was exactly what she wanted. Being in control wasn’t part of her plans for tonight. Instead, she had a chance to lose herself in him and the sensations he built in her.

His cock pushed into her tight entrance. No hesitation, no holding back, just a deliberate, steady invasion. She was wet and that made his entrance easier, but his cock was still a tight fit. No part of Cole was small. Fuck holding still. She slapped her hands over his, her nails scoring the sun- browned skin.

He growled, pulling one hand free and reaching between them to stroke her clit, plumping the hard nub until she fought the urge to scream from the delicious sensations. “Open up.”

Her visceral response matched his rough, needy demand. Mine.

Deliberately, she closed her legs, tightening her ass and forcing him to screw himself deeper one tight, needy inch at a time. She wouldn’t last long. She’d come before he was even halfway seated.

She came with a little shriek and he surged deeper, pressing all the way inside her. God. He was so big. And hard. And demanding.

“That’s two,” he rumbled, pulling out and driving back inside her. He slammed his cock in and out, his hips rising and falling. Sprawled beneath him, she pulled him closer in the only way she could. She canted her hips, taking him deeper and squeezing hard. Take me.

In this position, he dominated her and they both knew it.

His hands gripped her ankles and lifted. “Try this for me, sha.”

The sensation as he rocked her slowly from side to side was exquisite.

The moan slid from her, a throaty sound of satisfaction.

“Yeah.” He repeated the motion and she arched up.

“Cole . . .” She wanted more, she wanted him to slow down and speed up

at the same time. When she pushed her hips back against him, his hoarse growl said he felt the same way.

He thrust harder and faster, his teasing slo-mo long gone. He pulled his dick back until just the tip was still inside her channel, then slammed back in hard and fast, his skin slapping on hers, his harsh breathing mingling with hers. His mouth covered her neck, pressing kisses against her throat. Her jaw. Her ear. As caught up in the moment as she was.

Another orgasm built inside her. Panting, she rocked on the bed. Braced for each new thrust. Gasping. Taking all of him.

 When he pulled out all the way, she whimpered in greedy protest.

“More.” She wasn’t done with him. He could damn well get back here now.

“Give me a moment, sha.” His raspy chuckle sent shivers up and down her spine. “You’re goin’ to like this just fine. While I get you ready, you do this.” His fingers stroked through her slick folds, positioning her fingers on her clit. “Jus’ like that.”

She wanted his dick, not his instructions. She opened her mouth to tell him so when a tube top popped. She turned, trying to see what he was up to. He’d opened a container of lube, and she had a damned good idea what that meant.

“Uh-uh.” He replaced her fingers on her clit. “You keep doin’ that and I’ll do this.”

Hands pulled her ass cheeks apart, a slick finger finding the puckered rosette. There was an erotic tug as he separated her farther, coating her back entrance with the lube. Then he was pushing inside slowly until she hissed at the slow burn. God, she loved the pleasure-pain. She’d never tried this before, but tonight she was game. Whatever Cole Henry could dish out, she could take.

He paused a moment, like he was waiting for any protest. “You up for this?”

“More,” she demanded. “That’s what I’m thinking.”

His finger pushed deeper, rotated, and found a spot that had her sucking in her breath. Oh, yeah.

“Uh-huh.” His amused chuckle held a darker thread now. From the sounds of things, she was definitely getting more.

More sounds of wetness filled the cabin as he rolled on a new condom and lubed up. Placing the slick, blunt head tucked against her rear opening, he asked, “You ready, sha?”

Maybe. Yes.

“Push out.”

She angled her hips, his hands guiding her as he pressed forward. He

popped through the tight ring, pushing deep and slow inside her ass. She sucked in her breath at the hot burn as he filled her.

“That hurts.” She arched her back, trying to ease the sting and reclaim the pleasure. “Make it better.”

 He did. Reaching beneath her, his fingers replaced hers. Gently, he captured her folds between his thumb and index finger, massaging her as one big finger speared through her pussy entrance, spreading her moisture over her clit. He circled, pressing and rubbing. Ran his finger up and down her clit.

“Better?” “Oh, yeah.”

Hannah’s ass fisted him, hot and tight. He’d wanted to mark her in the most primitive way possible, to take all of her. And, Christ, she was letting him.

It was sexy as hell, the way her ass took him. Each thrust forced her cheeks soft against him. Fingers curled around her hips, he moved her against him. Watched his cock disappear inside her.

Definitely the sexiest damn sight ever.

“Tell me somethin’. You okay?” He hoped she was. He’d pull out, stop if she asked him, but he’d also give just about everything he had to keep right on going.

“Yes. How about you?” She clenched around him, muscles flexing, and he was going to lose it. He knew it. He was going to drive himself in deep and hard, ride her for better or worse. Lose himself in the sensual hitch in her breathing when he hit a sweet spot and then worked his way deeper.

“Never better, sha. You have any idea how much I enjoy reamin’ this ass of yours?”

“I’ve got an idea,” she said dryly, her fingers curling into the sheets. “But be careful. This is a first for me.”

Yeah, he was a primitive bastard, because his reaction to knowing he was first? Possessive. Victorious. Nothing he knew made him better than any other lover she’d invited into her bed, but she’d picked him for this. Somehow, he’d won. Come out on top. So he wouldn’t be disappointing her.

Plus, he’d bet she knew exactly how she made him feel, how her words fed his frenzy, because there was a little feminine smile tugging at her lips. He moved deeper and then pulled back, working his way inside one slow inch at a time. Pushed in. Pulled out. He kept it slow, waiting for her body to get used to holding him, to his size, because no way he’d leave her behind.

 Her breath sped up. She pushed down and took him deeper.

“Yeah, sha,” he whispered roughly, dropping a kiss on her neck. “You come with me now, okay?”

He thrust, his hips slapping against her ass. In and out. Harder and faster. His fingers pressed against her hips, holding her to him.

“Now?” The rough little plea in her voice drove him over the edge.

“Oui, sha.” Whatever she needed, that’s what he’d give her. His fingers

covered hers, teasing her clit. Helping her toward the same pleasure. She went first, locking her legs as a low, keening cry tore from her throat. That sound was the most beautiful he’d ever heard. If he could have seen her face, watched her come with him, that would have been perfect. Next time.

“There you are.” Someone—him—was whispering words against her ear. Pet names and praise. Begging for more as her ass milked his dick in fierce spasms, her clit fluttering against their fingers.

Christ, yes.

He shoved inside her one last time. His balls tightened, the orgasm shooting through him in a white haze of lust and pleasure. Her fingers stroked his, pinned them to the sheet as she waited for him and held him tight.

Afterward, he cleaned them both up. She spooned against him sleepily while he popped her underneath the covers. He should have found her a clean T-shirt to wear, because the mountain nights got cold, but sleeping naked with her was another one of his fantasies. He’d keep her warm. Besides, if the rest of her underwear looked like that wicked white thong, he might not let her sleep.

He had fond memories of her thong.

Say something, he told himself, but she beat him to it.

“That was better, way better than talking on the radio. Thank you.” Her

voice slurred, sinking into sleep, even as she turned her face into his chest like he was her own personal pillow. He never spent the night with any of his one-night lovers. He’d always left.

She was right, though. This was better.

He’d had sex before. He liked sex. Liked women. But nothing and no one felt like her. Sex with Hannah Green was hotter than any airwave fantasy he’d shared with her. Their chemistry hadn’t surprised him. No, the kicker was that, after everything was said and done, he wanted more than sex.

More, she’d said earlier. More pleasure, more sensations.

 He’d done that, all right. He’d kissed her and touched her and made love to her until he’d worn them both out and now here they were. Tucked up together on her too-small, worn-out mattress. Getting ready to go to sleep.

And then she’d thanked him.

For the first time ever, Cole wanted to break his own one-night rule, because one night with Hannah Green wouldn’t be enough. The desire to stay put scared the piss out of him. She was funny and smart and way too damned sexy for his peace of mind.

Dangerous.

Hannah made him happy. With her, he relaxed and let down his guard. Hell, he was smiling against her hair as he wrapped himself around her and drifted toward sleep himself. Leaving tomorrow wouldn’t be easy. No, he wasn’t kidding himself.

He didn’t want to go anywhere but here.