Page 78 of Ricochet

He slowed his hips, rolling them against me. “Not yet. A little longer.”

I wasn’t used to such control. So different. Not cruel, or painful in the way to which I’d become accustomed. His demands were laced with a promise—of pleasure for us both.

Pausing, he flipped me onto my stomach and drove into me, faster, harder. Powerful thighs beat out a cadence of pleasure with each smacking of our skin, never once faltering in pace, while the sounds of his cock gliding inside of me left me wanting to be ravished.

“When you come, Aubree, I want you to come apart,” he told me. “Explode into a million pieces. Scream my name so loud, this whole goddamn city will know who’s fucking you.”

A sharp sting to my ass accompanied the echo of a smack, and I cried out. Tighter, I wound into myself, every muscle trembling, stomach flexing and relaxing with each slam, slam, slam from behind. I reached down and pinched my clit, head rolling against the pillow. Yeah, yeah, yeah. A moan droned inside my mind.

His grunts and groans excited me as they rippled through my body, titillating my beaten muscles. I felt like a ball of livewires bouncing against the mattress, looking to ground itself. Every touch, every caress exacerbated by the tension so taut, I could’ve snapped. My stomach coiled, my pussy clenching him, milking him. Sweat covered both of us, a slick coating of toil and exhaustion.

I prepared myself for the pain of another missed climax, gripping the bars of the bed, burying my face in the pillows, but still he kept on. Desperation pulled at my stomach, and I lifted my ass to meet his thrusts, wondering if I’d regret the expense of energy.

A string of curses was all my parched throat could form. How the hell could he hold out so long? He hadn’t come yet.

Higher, I climbed, clinging to the edge. Oh, Jesus, yes! Please!

He yanked my hair, and that was all it took to shatter around his cock. Heat blazed through my muscles and cooled to a wash of tingles. He pulled out and warm seed pooled in the small of my back.

“Fuck, Aubree, you little pistol. Motherfu—!” Spurt after spurt, it shot out of him

He released my hair, and my head fell to the pillow. Languid. Exhausted. A slow, morphine drip of satisfaction swam through my veins, making my heart pound. I tried to catch my breath as my hips fell to the bed.

Drawing me into him, he kissed my shoulder. No pain. Only pleasure. Intense pleasure that would take hours to recover from.

I couldn’t move. Could scarcely breathe.

As though two men with their own level of stamina lived inside of him, Nick had kept me tense, wired, and ready to snap, before delivering a series of the most powerful, world-rockin’ orgasms I’d ever experienced. No other man had ever brought me to the pinnacle of pleasure the way Nick had, and I feared, none ever would.

In my captor’s arms, I drifted asleep. Sated. Warm. Safe.

***

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Three in the morning. We lay in a tangle, his arm draped over my side, cupping my breast. Nick’s body twitched, his tip pressed against my ass, and suddenly I missed the feel of him inside me, needed him filling me. I squirmed in his grasp, hoping to rouse him again.

He groaned, his long deep breaths turning to a sharp inhale, and his grip tightened, rolling my nipple between his fingers. From behind, he wedged his knee beneath my thigh, lifting it enough to spread my legs, and pushed two fingers inside me.

“How’d I know you’d be wet?” His deep voice tickled my ear, penetrating despite its drowsy slur.

I laughed and reached behind, gripping the back of his head, as he pumped his fingers from behind. Withdrawing, he smeared the wetness between my ass cheeks and over my hole. He did it again, lubricating the entrance, before pressing the tip of his cock there.

I exhaled a captive breath. “Wait.” Anal had been forced on me once, an experience that’d left me wary of anyone coming close to touching me there. “Nick, I don’t …”

“Fuck. I’m still half asleep—I’m sorry, Aubree. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I just …” I squeezed the top of his thigh. “I just don’t want to bring any bad memories into this. With you.” Craning my head brought my gaze toward the ceiling, the cracks and peeling paint there somehow matching the way I saw myself— not quite as I used to be. “I still want you, though.”

He slid his tip down to a more comfortable entrance, and as he pushed inside of me, his cock grew, pressing against my walls. He didn’t move at first, just held himself there for a moment, but a shuddered breath told me he couldn’t remain still for long.

Reaching back, I gripped his thigh and ground against him in slow, erotic circles, digging my nails into his tightening leg muscles. He kissed my shoulder and, with his leg wrapped around mine, rocked into me. Calm, gentle, lazy. No pain, only pleasure as we lay side by side.

His draped arm moved from my breast to the juncture between my thighs, and those magical, strong fingers slid, feather light across my clit. The slow rocking relaxed me, put me in some erogenous trance, and I found myself meeting each thrust like a well-timed machine—a perfect machine that matched each push and pull, like waves crashing against a shore. Bringing his hand to my face, he inserted his fingers into my mouth, allowing me to taste myself. As I sucked, his thrusts hastened. Faster. He held tight to my jaw, fingers still lodged inside my mouth, before he his hand fell back down to my cleft and rubbed my clit.

Closing my eyes, I accepted the easy glides that filled me with each slam from behind, while my mind painted a vivid picture of what we must’ve looked like from a birds-eye view: his body curled into mine, rutting against me, my body arched, paralyzed in his grasp. Heat scorched my muscles, my head tipped back until his chin hit my shoulder, lips brushing the ridge of my ear.

“You’ll be the death of me, Aubree.” He whispered my name with an air of power that crumbled my defenses. “I want more of you. Can’t stop. I want to stay buried inside of you forever.”

“Nick. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” My walls gripped him with each deep drive, and I reveled in the muscle control. His scent penetrated my nose, the warm spicy cologne mixed with the thick aroma of sex that had my muscles burning with tension as I clung to the edge. My stomach clenched. Heat flared, a wildfire of lust spreading through my veins.