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“Am I?” He slid one hand behind her nape, his thumb resting against the pulse on the side of her neck. Sharp teeth sank into her lower lip, the sting ricocheting down to her toes, and she latched onto his forearm with her free hand to anchor against the onslaught of heightened sensation.
Damn.Tony had been nice, even in bed, the sex good but nothing that left her panting for the next round. Sex with Slade would be a lot like him, rough but focused on her, and she could go for that right now.
She licked her lip then brushed her mouth against his before returning the bite. “Sex I can do. Not interested in anything else.”
“Then we’re on the same page for once.” Stepping back, he yanked her toward a side staircase she just now noticed, a small light turned on above the door at the top.
“Now?” she stuttered, following him up the stairs, her pussy going damp, her heart beating triple time. Shoving aside all hesitancy andwhat-ifsin favor of a temporary reprieve from grief and guilt wasn’t easy until his calm matter-of-fact answer floated back to her.
“Why wait?”
She loved the way he simplified the matter and entered the darkened room without pause, confident enough people watched them leave the club together from downstairs to ease any worries. He surprised her, though, when he left the door ajar, enough for the overhead light to change the pitch-black to pearl gray along one side. She barely made out the stone fireplace and guessed that was a small bar in the far corner.
“What is this room?” she asked as he strode forward.
“A playroom.”
Nicole’s legs bumped into a sofa right before she found herself sprawled on her back on the wide leather seat, Slade’s big body covering hers. She huffed a laugh – that alone felt good – and looped her arms around his neck. “Is the neighbor boy going to share his toys?”
“Not tonight,” he returned, tugging her top up to slip his hand under. “Well, maybe one.” He flexed his hips, grinding his thick cock against her mound as he covered her mouth.
A wave of potent need consumed her, and her humor fled, lust once again taking precedence. Nicole returned the kiss, her lips clinging to his then parting from the pressure. Her low groan vibrated between them as their tongues danced, sending ripples of pleasure through her bloodstream. She tried arching against his groin, unable to budge because of his weight, and demonstrated her frustration by pinching his side. In retaliation, he shoved her bra up and delivered a much sharper squeeze to one unsuspecting nub, the snap of pain sending a lightning bolt of heat straight down to her pussy.
Slade lifted his head a fraction and spoke against her mouth, his lips brushing hers as he asked, “There’s a bed down the hall. Continue this there, here, or do you want to call a halt?”
The matter-of-fact way he phrased that she took as a challenge, but, given her rapid, unexpected response to that small pain, Nicole wasn’t about to back out now. “Here.” She pushed her hands between them and sought his zipper. “Now.”
Fumbling in the dark to get their jeans down took a lot of wriggling, shoving, and energy since Slade didn’t seem inclined to take a minute to stand. That was fine by her. The faster, the better. She was already to the point of combustion and figured one quick round would last her a while at this rate. His heavy, hot flesh sprang into her hand, and she stroked up and down the thick length, brushing a thumb across the smooth damp crown, and savoring his indrawn breath until he pulled away.
“Enough.” Slade punctuated the demand, spearing two fingers inside her, her body accepting the invasion with a damp surge. “You’re tight. How long has it been?”
“None of your business,” she replied smoothly, annoyed with the inquiry. Her long abstinence was why she wanted sex, not questions. “Do you want to do this or not?”
Instead of answering, he shoved his hand behind her neck, gripped her nape, and held her head still to grind his mouth on hers. She accepted the aggressive move with relief, his control freeing her of doubts and worries as he slowly withdrew his fingers, scraping her clit then tracing her bare labia while fumbling for a condom. Desperate for him to fill the emptiness inside her again, she snatched the latex from his hand and worked it over his thick, rigid length herself, clinging to his ravaging mouth.
His chest vibrated against hers with a low laugh as Slade lifted his head and released her nape. “Since you’re in a hurry...” He bent her legs, kneeling on the sofa, leaving her jeans and panties at her ankles, then slid his hands under her cheeks to raise her pelvis. “Yes, I want to do this.”
Nicole gripped his shoulders as he came forward, spreading her knees with his body to press his cockhead inside her. She almost wept from the pleasure/pain of his careful possession, aching for the mindless oblivion she craved from his body. Tony had given her slow and tender. Tonight, she needed just the opposite.
“I’m not fragile,” she insisted, glad for the dark that hid the flush crawling up her neck and face from the thread of desperation in her voice.
“No, you’re not. At least not at this moment.”
With that cryptic remark hanging, Slade brought her pelvis up a notch and pushed harder, Nicole bracing for the reprieve she prayed this risk would give her.
***
NICOLE’S FACE REMAINEDin shadows as Slade worked his way inside her snug pussy, making it difficult to read her. Her body quivered under his, her breathing rapid, which he’d put down to nerves if her tone hadn’t conveyed such surety. He much preferred her lost in the throes of pleasure, though, instead of on the verge of a panic attack like downstairs. Recognizing the signs, he’d whisked her outside and taken control the best way he knew how, which was working damn well until he realized she’d abstained for a long period. He thrust harder, the grip of her slick muscles making it harder to stretch her tight walls, wishing he’d gotten her to open up about the attack before this. Knowing the facts would make it easier than second-guessing how far to push this tonight. He’d left the lights off on purpose so she couldn’t make out the apparatus along the unlit side of the room. It wouldn’t do to add to her stress by allowing her to walk in and see the bondage equipment and believe that’s why he’d brought her here.
“Slade.” Nicole dug her nails in hard enough he felt the prick under his shirt.
“More? You want more?”
“Yes,” she insisted, her buttocks contracting in his hands with her attempt to move her hips.
He took her for her word, detecting no hesitation, and shifted his left hand from her ass to brace on his forearm by her head. Sliding his other thumb between her cheeks, he grazed her rear orifice and surged inside her pussy. She greeted his full possession with a soft cry and small contractions teasing his cock, her eager acceptance spurring him to pump faster, thrust harder. Nicole’s orgasm burst swiftly, her sheath enveloping his straining cock, snug as a confining glove, and he grunted with effort to work through her spasms. The fire he’d ignited in her body was absolute torture, yet he basked in the flames snapping at sensitive nerve endings, driving him to the edge.
As his climax erupted with forceful jets of mind-fogging pleasure, Slade pressed his thumb harder against Nicole’s tender anus than intended, slipping past the tight pucker. Her startled gasp ended with her teeth sinking into his neck, the sharp prick accompanying the delicate tremble of her muscles and one more small damp, quivering release. Her responsiveness drove home a point he couldn’t deny or walk away from – once wouldn’t be enough for either of them.
