I was being kissed by the most gorgeous man on the face of the earth. No, he wasn’t just good looking. He was a model-on-the-cover-of-a-men’s-high-fashion-magazine only wearing a leather jacket kind of sinfully good looking. Even the ink covering a portion of his body was attractive. It also managed to hide several scars.
The name rolled off my tongue. A Marine. Did that mean he was trustworthy?
I was flabbergasted and that wasn’t like me in the least. Granted, I shouldn’t have slapped the man who’d probably saved my life, but his brazen attitude and threat to punish me had gotten under my skin.
He wasn’t just a grumpy asshole either. He was an arrogant son of a bitch, just wrapped in the most incredible muscular layering. While he was older, likely in his late thirties, the age had turned him into a masterpiece.
I’d teased him, which wasn’t like me, but it had felt so damn good, as if I’d opened the floodgates of passion. He was rough and tumble, and I had a feeling he wasn’t going to let me go unscathed.
As he crushed his body against mine, there was no doubt what he had planned. Maybe he’d concocted the scheme when he was in the shower, or when he had picked me up in the snow. Whatever the case, I had to get away from him.
Only my body didn’t want to in the least. Now he smelled of soap and testosterone, the scent rushing straight to my pulsing core, the needy bitch already driving me crazy. When he’d grabbed my chin, pussy juice had trickled into my panties. Now I was breathless, my vision blurred from a crazy moment of desire and need furrowing inside of me. I’d never been so overwhelmed by the presence of a man, my sense rattled to the point I was more lightheaded than before.
I couldn’t control my reflexes or my inner bad girl and I wrapped one arm around his neck, tangling my fingers in his thick, dark curls, arching my back as he explored every centimeter inside my mouth. No man should taste this delicious, a hint of bourbon mixing with a tiny smidgen of peppermint.
My God, he was hard as a rock, his shaft throbbing, which matched the way my pussy was quivering, the scent of my desire wafting between us. This was crazy, ridiculous on so many levels. I didn’t know him. He could be married or have just escaped from a prison. He could have made up the story about being a smokejumper for all I knew. Then why save me? Because I was the first woman he’d come in contact with?
You’re thinking crazy thoughts. Stop it.
I couldn’t breathe as the moment of passion kicked up in intensity. He was so powerful and strong, visions of him carrying me to his vehicle popping into my mind. As a roar of electricity shot through me like a thunderbolt, I knew I could get lost in this moment. I moaned into the kiss as he dominated my tongue, his masculine scent filling me completely.
When he lifted me off my feet, I involuntarily wrapped one leg around his, enjoying every second of the way I felt in his arms. How long had it been since I’d been with a man? Oh, yeah, a lifetime ago and the few times I’d been with the jerk had almost turned me off of men completely.
But the desire had just come roaring back.
I was hungry for attention, more so than I’d ever been in my life, all sense of rationality swept away. My heart was beating so fast I was certain I would have a heart attack and when he broke the kiss, I gasped for air, blinking several times in order to try to focus.
What the hell was I doing? Acting like some crazed schoolgirl enamored with a boy. I couldn’t do this. I had better sense. But as he lowered his gaze, his green eyes penetrating mine, I also lost myself once again. No. Hell, no. I couldn’t do this.
Phoenix made the mistake of backing away a few inches. That was all the space I needed. I gave him a hard shove then cracked my hand across his face once again, managing to swerve under his arm toward the bed.
“Not so fast, sweetheart.” He wrapped his fingers around my hair, swinging me around to face him once again, throwing his arm around my waist. The look in his eyes was primal, as if he was going to eat me alive.
Dear God, a part of me wanted him to.
“You need to let me go.”
“That’s not going to happen. We’re stuck together all. Night. Long.”
Shit. Shit. I hadn’t thought about that. “No way.”
He smirked and lowered his head. “Oh, yeah.”
I wiggled until I was able to jerk out of his hold, struggling with the girl inside who wanted to be set free, if only for a single night. I backed away and when he took a step closer, I slipped my leg in such a position that the second he took another stride, he toppled over.
His growl was a clear indication I’d crossed a line. Maybe I was being foolish or maybe this had become a predatory game. I wasn’t certain. But when I jumped over him, he grabbed my arm, tossing me onto the bed, once again crushing his body against mine.
He rose onto his elbow, shaking his head. “Tsk. Tsk. Now I’m going to need to punish you.”
“For being a bad girl.”
“You’re crazy.” I glared at him in shock.
“You got that right.” When he swept his gaze down the length of me, I hissed.
“And you’re a pig.”
His laugh was deep and so husky that it sent vibrations dancing through me. A part of me wanted to take a swing at him and the other to seduce him.
“I’ve been called so many things in my life I’ve lost count.” His tone was far too sultry, reeking of danger.
He didn’t give me time to object, rolling over and sitting up on the edge, jerking me over his lap in a split second. I was so shocked I didn’t react at first, gasping when he brought his palm down on my mostly naked bottom.
Why, oh, why had I worn a thong that morning? Maybe because I had no clean clothes left, preferring to wait until I got to my destination to do so.
When he smacked me four times in rapid succession, the heavy fog started to lift and I pushed up from the bed, using what little strength I had left to almost pitch myself off it.
Phoenix seemed surprised, muttering under his breath before throwing his leg over mine. “That’s going to cost you.” He ripped down my panties with enough force I heard a ripping sound.
“No! Don’t you dare tear them.”
“You should have thought about that when you fought me.”
He managed to drag the lacy material down to my knees then resumed the spanking. I was mortified, heat building in my cheeks as fast as the skin on both sides of my bottom. Nothing could have ever prepared me for the incredible burst of pain tearing through me. I panted like some dog, clawing the ugly bedding in a vain attempt at getting away from him. He was far too big and too strong, his muscles sculpted as if from the hardest stone.
The moment the tiny towel had slipped from his waist, floating to the floor, my mind had gone into a state of permanent desire. His cock was long, thick, and gorgeous. I even envisioned taking the tip into my mouth, sucking until he filled my throat with his cream.
What was I thinking? That was crazy. Maybe I had a head injury from the hard jolt when the car was tossed into the ditch. Yes, that had to be why my mind had been taken prisoner by lust.
He peppered my butt with hard cracks of his hand, the sound exacerbated to the point my ears were ringing. Or maybe that was from the constant crackling of electricity shooting through me like a live wire. Either way, it didn’t matter. I couldn’t want this. Not ever. Harsh discipline had never been a part of my life. I abhorred the thought.
And I hated him.
Then why was I so turned on, my nipples aching to the point of pain as they brushed against the lace material roughly? I had no answers. I keep going back to the possibility I wasn’t in a right state of mind.
“Let me give you a hint, sweetheart. When a man saves your life, it’s best not to make him angry.”
“I’m not your sweetheart!” God, the man was infuriating.
“You’re going to be exactly what I tell you to be right now.”
Holy shit. That man thought he could be in charge of me? Not a chance. “Never.”
“Then you’ll learn the hard way.”
He brought his hand down at least six more times, developing a rhythm. I tried to kick my legs but couldn’t budge even a little bit. I closed my eyes, doing what I could to control my breathing and my nerves. Another vision of his naked body swept into my mind and my pussy clenched and released so many times I was certain I’d have a climax.
Oh, God. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
“I’ll give you a hint,” I said breathlessly. “Don’t have an ax when you take a stranger inside a hotel room.”
I heard the amusement in his voice and squirmed again, gasping several times when I realized how wet I was. Jesus. Was I dripping juice on his legs? I cinched my eyes shut, trying to block out the moment.
Then my pussy muscles betrayed me more than my body had. Clench. Release. Clench. Release.
No. No. No!
As an orgasm suddenly rolled through me, I lifted my head, doing everything in my power to keep from allowing him to know. When a series of moans rushed up from my throat, he stopped spanking me. Suddenly, he was caressing my heated skin, rolling the rough pads of his fingers in circles from one side to the other.
He eased his leg from mine, adjusting my knees so they were spaced further apart. Then I heard his heavy breathing.
“Are you wet for me, Wren?”
When he said my name, the strangest sensations of swooning swept through me, his tone entirely different than before. He was as aroused as before, maybe more. I was so turned on by the sound of his voice I couldn’t answer him.
But thoughts jetted into my mind that were wild and crazy, exciting and terrifying.
He was going to touch me.
Oh, sweet Jesus, I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Bad girl. Bad girl. Bad girl.
No, I was worse than that. I was a terrible woman for allowing a stranger to touch me in an inappropriate manner. I was about to share that with him when he slid his hand between my legs, rolling his thumb around my clit.
I dragged my tongue across my lips, my heart racing as he slipped his other fingers past my swollen folds. Then I pushed up from the bed, tossing back my head. There were so many things I should say, but in that moment, there was nothing more I wanted than to feel alive again, to experience the kind of passion that had eluded me for years.
No, for my entire life.
I didn’t need to know anything about him, and he couldn’t care less to learn about me.
I wouldn’t see him again, the state was too big, and that would be just fine.
But on this night, maybe, just maybe I could allow myself to live.
Hold on. Maybe he could be my date.
What are you thinking? He’s rough around the edges. Hmmm… Maybe that would be perfect. But I certainly couldn’t ask him at this moment. He’d laugh at me.
When he rolled me over onto the bed, he planted his hands on either side of me, peering down. His eyes were glassy, but the color was like looking into shimmering pools, a deep lagoon that I could fall into and feel safe.
That’s what he made me feel, as if nothing and no one could ever hurt me.
He lowered his head until our lips were mere centimeters apart, his eyes darting back and forth across mine. Then he said the words that both titillated and terrified me at the same time.
“This isn’t a good idea, but I don’t give a shit about rules. I am going to fuck you. Not just once but the entire night. And you’re going to scream out my name every time.”
I pressed my hand against his chest, digging my fingernails into his skin as I took a deep breath. We both knew exactly what this was, two people needing to find solace in the middle of the night, satisfying a hunger that knew no bounds. And in that moment as I nodded once, I could sense nothing else mattered but the taste of him, the feel of his muscles against my skin.
He pushed me into the center of the bed, crawling over me, his chest heaving as he narrowed his eyes. Then he ripped at my bra, jerking down the straps, reaching under me and deftly unfastening the hook. As he tossed it aside, I rolled my fingers down his chest, marveling in his tight abs and perfectly sculpted body. He was rock hard everywhere, his days spent fighting fires honing his body. I no longer wanted to think about anything else. Just the moment.
Just our needs.
As he cupped my breast, I arched my back, flashes of light skipping past my field of vision. This was wild and wonderful, something I would never forget. Then again, the experience would be something I wouldn’t want to remember. I wasn’t this girl.
Tonight, I shoved aside the anguish and anger, exchanging it for sin and filth.
And it felt good.
His growl was that of a predator and as he slowly lowered his head, his eyes seemed to change colors, his irises shimmering in gold. The second he darted his tongue around my already taut nipple, there was no way of keeping a moan from escaping. He was nothing more than a beast, but his roughness ignited every ember. When he pulled my hardened bud into his mouth, I grasped his shoulders, digging my fingers in as juice trickled down the inside of both thighs.
I could tell by the carnal expression on his face that he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“Oh… Yes.” I tossed my head back and forth, unprepared when he bit down on my tender bud. The slice of pain awakened the last of my senses and I was the one who’d become a ravenous beast. I brushed my fingers down his chest, reaching for his engorged cock, but he was having none of it. He yanked one arm over my head then the other, shifting onto his knees as he grasped both wrists in one massive hand.
I was his prisoner, a possession he could do with what he wanted. Panting, I watched as he rolled his lips to my other nipple, taking the time to lick and suck before pulling the tender tissue between his teeth. Every part of me ached, my muscles incapable of reacting. I had no strength left, no sense of wanting to get away, but I could tell the man was dangerous just by the look in his eyes.
As if he had secrets to hide, dark deeds that had stripped him of a portion of his humanity. That made what he was doing that much more exciting. When he was finished teasing my nipples, he dragged his rough tongue all the way down my stomach, using his knee to push my legs open wide. Then he flicked a single finger back and forth across my clit until it was so sensitive that I cried out several times.
“Yes. Oh, God. I…”
“Soon, you’ll be shouting my name, sweetheart.” His growl was so deep, the intense baritone skipping through me, that I lost all ability to breathe. He had a way of making me feel as if we’d done this before, our needs escalating every time.
Phoenix switched his finger to his thumb, rolling it around my clit as he toyed with my pussy, darting his fingers inside. And the look on his face couldn’t be described. I wiggled in his hold, trying to free my arms, but it was no use, his hold that tight. As he pumped his fingers inside, keeping them flexed open, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had an explosive orgasm.
“Mmm… Oh…” Every strangled sound skipping past my lips seemed to turn him on even more. As least I was able to bask in the beauty of his cock, my mouth watering to suck him dry. I’d never want to take a man into my mouth and throat so much. It was another crazy moment in my mind, but I couldn’t rid myself of the dirty images.
“You’re so wet for me. Am I the only man who can make you this hot?” he asked, the wry smile on his face one of dark mischief.
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
As he laughed, he thrust his fingers in hard and fast, driving me to the point of madness within seconds. Nothing had ever felt so scintillating, my breath captured in a vacuum that I never wanted to leave.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, the orgasm unlike any I’d ever felt before.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” My scream was high pitched, and I couldn’t seem to stop the sound from echoing in the room. I could only imagine what other guests were thinking. Or maybe they were hungrier than they’d been before. One climax drifted into a wave, and I lolled my head to the side, no longer able to think clearly.
“That’s a good girl,” he muttered, and I could barely understand what he was saying. When he released his hold, I couldn’t move, not wanting to lose the fabulous moment.
But he had other things in mind, yanking me off the bed and into his arms. He shoved me against the wall with so much force the lamp on the nightstand rattled, jarring my senses. I clawed his back, trying to hold on, wrapping my legs around him. He kept the same smile, so dark and dangerous that I was almost concerned about what he was doing.
Then he wasted no time driving the entire length of his cock deep inside. My muscles stretched, my mind blown as my pussy clamped and released, struggling to accept his huge girth.
“Yes. Yes!” Another scream popped from my mouth and this time he stopped it, capturing my mouth as he rolled onto the balls of his feet.
He began fucking me like a wild animal, driving deep and hard, slamming me into the wall as he dominated my tongue. I continued raking my nails up and down his back, the sensations overwhelming, the moment savage.
There was an almost desperate need inside of him, the longing as great as my own. He continued pistoning inside of me, sliding me up and down the hard surface. The scent of him became intoxicating and I knew my skin would be tainted with his aroma. As he sucked on my tongue, I closed my eyes, shifting into a moment of raw bliss. He continued for what seemed like twenty minutes, his stamina unlike anything I’d ever experienced. How could he keep going this way?
Phoenix abruptly ended the kiss, gasping for air before nipping my lower lip then dragging his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other.
“Are you still cold, sweetheart?”
I barely heard him, only able to nod. The chill had driven into my bones, but the surface was hot as a wildfire.
“Hmmm… then I guess we need to do something about that.” He pulled me away from the wall, taking long strides toward the bathroom.
“What are you doing?”
“What I need to get you nice and hot all over.” He ripped back the shower curtain, stepping inside and turning on the water.
“You just had a shower.”
“Yeah, but we’re going to get so damn dirty I’ll need another because after I’m finished fucking that sweet pussy of yours, I’m going to take you in your tight little ass.”
The instant blast of cold water didn’t lessen the heat we’d already generated. There was something so dirty about being in an ugly motel room decorated in shades of tan and orange to make the experience seem even filthier. He pushed us both under the stream, his breath labored as he ran his fingers down my side, allowing his gaze to fall at the same time.
“You are one beautiful woman.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, for a rough and aggressive man.”
“Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” He lifted and pushed one leg against the shower wall, tickling my clit before wrapping his hand around his shaft. As he pressed the tip past my swollen folds, I took a deep breath and held it. This time, he eased inside slowly, allowing my muscles time to expand. That didn’t make it any less intense, my mind blown by the way my body reacted, electrified sensations coursing through every muscle and tendon.
The fire building between us would not be denied. When he was fully seated inside, he threw his head back with a deep roar. When he finally dropped his gaze, locking onto my eyes, I was mesmerized even more than before. He allowed me to stroke his chest, running my fingers up and down aimlessly for a few seconds. The moment was pure joy, the exploration one I could do for hours.
“Grasp the showerhead and do not let go or I’ll be forced to punish you again.”
His commanding words would have put me off only hours before. I’d always hated men who thought they could lord their power and strength over a woman, but with him, nothing was the same, everything new and fresh.
And I wanted to obey him.
Maybe later I’d try to determine why, but right now that was the furthest thing from my mind.
I did as he demanded, wrapping my fingers around the cold metal, holding on for dear life as he pressed his hand against my thigh, holding me in place and fucking me more brutally than before.
The heat continued to build, steam rising in the small space, beads of perspiration almost immediately forming over the top of my lip. I was no longer cold, the fire burning between us threatening to get out of control.
He pulled all the way out, thrusting into me then repeated the move, all the while watching my reactions. My eyelids were half closed, the pleasure spilling through me indescribable. The man was so powerful and masculine, his purpose only to provide the ultimate roar of ecstasy.
I was shocked with an orgasm flashed through me without notice, exploding into every synapse, the ache building to a bolt of ecstasy.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.”
“Do you want more?” he asked, his voice barely audible.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Then tell me, sweet Wren. Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me. Just fuck me.”
I opened my lazy eyes as wide as they could go, shaking my head.
He tweaked my nipple, pinching and twisting until I cried out in pain. “Not good enough. Tell. Me. Now.”
“Fuck me hard. Drive your big cock deep inside.”
His nostrils flared, his growls more animalistic and he did as I asked, driving his cock so deep inside that I thought I’d lose my mind. My body was shattering from his touch, every molecule broken down to its base, and he was slowly rebuilding it again piece by piece. How could sex be so life changing, reducing me to my most primal self? I writhed in his hold, trying desperately to follow his command, but my fingers were slipping.
When I grabbed his shoulders, he took a deep breath, narrowing his eyes. “You disobeyed me.”
“Yes.” And I’d do it again. And again. My fingers were on fire, seared from brushing against his skin.
“Then I have no choice.” He pulled all the way out, pinching first one nipple then the other, his breathing ragged as he watched me.
I was shaking from head to toe, no longer in control of anything. My body. My mind. My soul. The mystery savior had yanked them from me, claiming them as his own. When he pressed my legs as wide open as possible, I bit my lower lip, blinking several times.
He ran a single finger between my breasts, taking a few seconds to roll the tip around my belly button. Then without hesitation, he smacked my pussy lips over and over again.
An instant rush of agony poured into every cell. “Oh. That is… it hurts.”
“That’s what bad girls get.” He repeated his actions several times until my mind was blown from the way the pain shifted into pure nirvana. How could experiencing this kind of agony feel so damn good?
“I’ll be good.” The words blurted from my mouth before I could stop them.
“I don’t believe you.” He slapped his fingers against my pussy lips six more times then dropped to his knees.
As the water splashed down over us, he engulfed my pussy lips with his hot mouth. There were no words, no sound coming from my pursed lips, the pleasure that intense. As he licked and sucked, I pressed the back of my head against the shower, water trickling into my mouth. My legs were trembling so much I would have fallen had his strong hands not been holding them in place.
Gasping, I couldn’t seem to get enough air in my lungs as he drove his tongue inside, lapping my cream. He was savage with his actions at first, then shifted to sweet tenderness, pulling me so close to another mind-blowing orgasm that I wasn’t certain I could stand the pleasure. He feasted as if he were a famished man, issuing husky growls the entire time. I laughed and moaned, no longer able to focus, the heat in my system becoming explosive.
“Come for me. I need to taste all of you.”
There was something about his command that couldn’t be denied. Almost instantly I complied, obeying him like a good little girl. The moment I was swept away by the most powerful orgasm, I thought the man was going to eat me alive. He licked furiously for a full minute, maybe more. I could no longer think clearly and didn’t bother trying. I was completely lost in ecstasy.
I was vaguely aware he’d risen to his feet, stroking the side of my face. When he turned me around to face the shower wall, I didn’t try to shift to another position.
“Open your mouth,” he whispered in my ear before nipping my lobe.
I did so instantly and when he drove his fingers inside, I sucked without being told.
“Do you see how sweet you are?”
“Make them nice and wet for me.”
I sucked and licked as he pumped them in and out, still tingling all over. When he pulled his hand away, I rested my face against the cool surface, panting so hard my heart was thudding against my chest.
“Now, open those sweet ass cheeks of yours,” he growled.
Everything about the command was maddening, but I arched my back as I eased my arms around my hips, splitting open my ass cheeks.
“Yes. Perfect. You’re such a filthy little girl. Aren’t you? You need a man to fuck your asshole every day.” He rolled a finger down the crack of my ass then rimmed my dark hole, the action forcing me to pant. I’d never been taken in the ass. Not once. It had felt dirty and horrible. When he breached my hole, gently sliding a single finger inside, I licked my lips in anticipation. I wanted to be a filthy little girl. I craved being taken like an animal.
He pushed his finger even deeper, driving past the tight ring of muscle. As he started pumping, a wash of pain flashed through me as I gasped. When he added a second finger, I tensed but within seconds the discomfort shifted into a carnal need. I arched my back even more, bucking against his fingers.
Chuckling, he added a third finger, thrusting harder. And harder.
“Now, I fuck you.” He replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing the bulbous head just inside. Then he planted his hands on either side of me, pressing his chest against my back. “Do you like it dirty?”
“Good.” He slipped another inch inside, then another.
I gasped, shivering against him as the vibrations became even more electrified. When he thrust the last few inches in, every muscle tensed, and I gave him exactly what he’d wanted.
I screamed out his name.
“Phoenix! Yes. Yes.”
He pressed the full weight of his body against me, holding his cock in place for a few seconds. Then he started pumping in earnest in a nice, steady rhythm, allowing my muscles to get used to the thick invasion. But within seconds, he couldn’t hold back any longer, pulling out until only the tip was inside then driving deep inside.
“Yes. Oh…” I could no longer put a coherent sentence together, my mind blown from the intensity of his actions.
But it felt so damn good that I never wanted it to end.
He placed his hands on mine, entangling our fingers as he continued the lewd act, shifting his hips and thrusting brutally. Our ragged breathing was the same, our bodies molding together as one. Harder. Faster. I wanted more. More.
And he gave it to me, fucking me until the water finally started to turn cold. Only then did I sense he was close to coming.
I closed my eyes, still panting, my mind on cloud nine. Then I squeezed my muscles. There was nothing more enticing than hearing his deep roar as he filled me with his seed.