Page 38 of Twisted Road

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this. Why you took us here.”

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me? Do you think sex is like that with everyone?”

He didn’t hesitate. Once more his cock surged into her. From this angle, he felt even larger. Felt as if he went so deep there was a danger of him lodging in her throat.

“You’re just scared, Wildfire. You’ll get over that. I meant what I said. You have a lot of choices here, but leaving isn’t one of them.”

He started slow, long glides, pushing through the silk of her tight tunnel. She felt every inch of him. He was thick, stretching her, even when she’d just taken him. The sizzling fire was back, scorching her. Taking her sanity so fast she couldn’t think or breathe, only feel. Him. Keys. His fingers bit into her hips, dragging her back hard as he increased his pace. Each stroke was harder and deeper than the last.

The flames licked over her. Spread through her. She never wanted it to end. She hadn’t thought about different sexual positions or what Keys might want from her, and there was no thinking now. Only bliss. Paradise. Lightning and thunder and the perfect storm that was Keys.

He moved her hips exactly the way he wanted, showing her the rhythm, insisting she comply, and she did. She followed his silent instructions, pushing back into him until they were slamming together so hard that she nearly tumbled forward, but he held her in place with his casual strength.

All the while, those strikes of lightning sent jolt after jolt of pleasure through her body. That fire spread until it was out of control, burning her from the inside out. The thick girth of his cock pushed hard into the walls of her channel, stretching her to the point she felt every single beat of his heart.

It was a wild ride, robbing her of her identity, the pleasure almost painful. The roaring in her head increased until that thunder matched the lightning striking through her body to scorch every cell, every bone, every single organ.

Then she felt it, that vicious bite of her body, strangling that thick cock, milking him. Demanding he give her everything. It was a moment in time that sent her reeling. She hadn’t known her body was capable of such things, capable of matching Keys’ fierce demands. He took her up so fast and hard, every stroke rough and demanding, his hands, mouth and body commanding hers, and in the end, when the tsunami came crashing through her, she had taken Keys with her. That was a shocking revelation. She hadn’t known she was capable of even coming close to such a thing.

Lyric closed her eyes as he pulled out of her. The loss of him left her feeling bereft. She didn’t want to think too much about what was going to happen next. She wanted to savor the absolute bliss he’d given her. She turned her face away from him as he got up and went to the bathroom. She didn’t want to see the easy way he handled being totally naked. Or see how gorgeous his body was in comparison to hers. She just wanted to lie there with her heart pounding and lungs raw, her core burning, and savor everything he’d given to her, because she knew it wouldn’t last.

Nine

Keys tossed the condom and started the bathwater. Hot. She was going to be sore. He hadn’t been in the least gentle with her, but he knew her. He couldn’t give her time to think, only feel. He stared at himself in the mirror, scrubbed his hand down his face, shocked for the first time in his life. Truly shocked. He was well and truly fucked, and he’d brought it on himself.

He hadn’t been lying when he told Lyric he’d been with hundreds of women. He’d had sex in every way possible. He loved sex. He craved it. But never once had it been like that. Never. He’d felt every inch of her silken tunnel wrapped so tight around him he could barely breathe. He couldn’t imagine what sex with her would be like when he taught her all the ways they could share pleasure.

He should have known Lyric would focus her entire being on him, on the sex, on learning what he wanted. That was her personality. She might be scared, but she’d given him whatever he demanded. She wouldn’t take the initiative, he knew that, but he was a man who needed to control his partner during sex.

The problem, as he saw it, was he wanted her addicted to him, and he had no doubt that he would make that happen, but he was more than addicted to her. She was his need. That was bad. She was stubborn as hell and went her own way. He needed to have the upper hand in their relationship or she would walk all over him.

Who knew a woman might rule him with sex? He found himself grinning in the mirror like an idiot. Might be a good way to go out. He wanted her on birth control as soon as possible because, for the first time that he could remember, he wanted to go bare. Feel every inch of all that silk. All that scorching heat. Every tight squeeze.

He went back into the bedroom and, without saying a word, picked her up and carried her to the tub. He got in with her, lowering them both into the hot, steamy water. She hissed out a long breath that told him he may have used her a little too roughly.

Keys wrapped his arms around her waist and dropped his chin onto the top of her head. “Never felt like that before, woman. When I say we were made for each other, I mean it. Had a lot of experience and nothing was ever that good.”

She dropped her palm to her thigh and rubbed along her leg where the scar was still raw. “Where do we go from here?”

“I know you’re scared, baby, but I’ve laid it out for you numerous times. Telling you what we’re doing isn’t getting me anywhere, so I’m showing you. This is you and me. Our start. Our relationship. I’m in it for the long haul and so are you.”

“Because you say so.”

“That and you want it, whether you want to admit it or not. No woman lights up like you do if it isn’t right. We’re right.”

“And when you get tired of one woman?”

The challenge in her voice nearly brought his cock to life again. Sheesh. He’d never had better sex, and instead of being sated, he was starving.

“I’m inventive, Wildfire. Very inventive. I like to play, and you’re going to like playing with me. I like toys. I like bondage. I like nipple and ass play. I want to teach you to take my cock down your throat. You think I’m going to get bored? We’re going to have sex whenever, wherever and however either of us wants it.”

She was silent. He was used to her thinking things over and didn’t press. Sometimes Lyric would come out with something extremely important if he didn’t jump in and try to fix things or insist on her telling him what was wrong.

“What if I can’t do the things you want me to do? Some of those things sound very scary and not something I would ever try.”

He could hear real fear in her voice. He rubbed his chin on top of her hair and turned his hands over, cupping her breasts. His thumbs slid over the upper curves possessively.

“Think about who you’re with, Lyric. You’ve known me for over six months. When I want something, I get it. You know that about me. I’ll handle you with care, especially when you’re afraid, but in the end, you’re going to give me what I want because you’re you. And I’m going to make certain every fuckin’ time you do, you’re going to love what we do. The scarier something is and you do it for me, the more I’m going to make certain rockets go off for you.”