Vivian Arend - High Passion

Thong. Bra. Heels. All hot red. Devon blinked hard.

“Jesus, what are you doing?” Devon stepped forward, plenty distracted from his earlier anger.

She cupped herself briefly before reaching around and pulling off her bra. “Getting changed.”

His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. “This is a public parking lot,” he noted.

“I’ll be quick.” She stripped off her panties and stood naked except for the heels she wore.

He caught his cock and squeezed it in warning. “I am so making you wear that when we get home.”

She dimpled a smile, then dressed quickly, covering her goose bumps, but not doing a damn thing to help ease his erection.

Sadly, Alisha also switched her footwear for more practical runners. Then she held out a hand and he accepted it, the idea of storming down the trail to rid himself of the rest of his frustrations vanishing as she slipped into a more thoughtful mood.

The trail was wide enough that walking hand in hand was easy, and her fingers were warm in his. They strolled without saying anything for the longest time, the cool October air sweeping around them as the sun rushed too quickly toward the western mountains.

They passed a couple of groups out hiking, all headed to the parking lot. “That’s the last of the cars accounted for,” Alisha pointed out. “We’re officially alone in the wilderness.”

He nodded, the leaves underfoot crackling loudly in the quiet of the bush. “It suits, right? Last one off the trail, last one to retreat.”

They reached the railing that guarded the overlook, and he stared into the swirling waters, mind twisting with snippets of conversation from the past hours. His brothers’ suggestions, his sisters’ well-meaning but dismissive attitudes. His parents’ determined noninterference that could far too easily be construed as agreement with his siblings’ opinions.

Facing them all hadn’t been as bad with Alisha there, although now that they’d experienced it, he realized that bringing her along to dinner hadn’t been fair. He’d used her as a diversion, but what she’d had to endure had been uncalled for.

He twisted toward her, grateful when she curled up against him, a bundle of warmth with arms.

“I shouldn’t have hauled you into that,” he apologized. “You’ve got your own family drama, although mine is nothing as bad as yours.”

Alisha dug her fingers into his sides. “Stop making everything into a contest. Besides, that’s one I really would prefer not to win.”

He stroked her hair, dragging his fingers through it again and again as if he were rubbing worry beads. “The good part is I know what we’re doing is valuable. Their lack of regard doesn’t change facts. I don’t need their approval to keep myself focused and sharp, because Lifeline makes a difference, and I want to be a part of it.”

“You’re preaching to the choir.” Alisha slid her hands forward and jerked his T-shirt free from his jeans. She abandoned her gloves, dropping them to the ground so she could skim her soft fingers up his abdomen.

He laughed and braced himself to stop from twitching away. “Glad I could help warm your hands.”

She rubbed lightly, the chill vanishing as his body heat transferred to her palms. “You’ll be doubly glad in a minute,” she promised.

When she put her nails to his skin and dragged lightly, he hummed in approval. When the button of his fly snapped open, he glanced down. “What are you up to?”

Alisha tugged his zipper down, her innocent smile taunting him. “Giving you something to be thankful for.”

Oh hell, yeah . Like he was going to argue. He rested his hips on the railing and widened his stance. Alisha reached in and drew out his cock, the length thickening in her palm. She pumped slowly, rubbing her thumb over the crest on each pull, and his brain partially shut down. All the areas dealing with troubles and family judgment, at least. Those were shunted away behind a DO NOT DISTURB sign as pleasure rocked the main sections of his mind.

Alisha leaned over and licked him, the contrast of the cool air and her hot mouth making his vision blur. He pulled her hair out of the way to watch those perfect lips wrap around his dick as she sucked him in.

His involuntary hiss of pleasure was enough reward, at least to begin with. Alisha twirled her tongue over the crest again and again. Getting him wet enough that her lips slipped easily over his length. Her fist held tight to the root of his shaft allowed her to bob over him without going deep enough to choke. Deep enough to drive him wild, though, if the steady stream of words he muttered were an indication.

“Yes. Fuck, right there. So fucking good.”

He stroked his knuckles over her cheek and Alisha smiled, pausing her motion to apply more suction.

“Don’t stop, baby. It feels incredible. Looks fantastic, too.” He slipped his finger along the seam between her lips and his thick shaft. She darted her tongue out and licked before going back to tormenting him. “So beautiful and hot.”

She’d been waiting for this moment. Wanting it. Alisha found a comfortable position on her knees, lifted her eyes to his, and let herself relax. Devon stroked her cheek again, then added his other hand to her head, firmly positioning her. He tilted his pelvis and stroked in, setting the pace. The depth. The speed.

Slow. So slow, his cock sliding almost all the way out of her mouth, the heavy head resting on her lower lip.

“Lick it,” he growled.

She closed her eyes and snuck out her tongue, tasting the salty seed on the crest, playing gently with the slit. A slow circle around the head made him groan and added to her pleasure.

He hadn’t touched her and she was wet, an aching need in her core. Giving to him turned her on immensely, and while she wanted to slip a hand into her pants and get herself off, this was more important. This was what she wanted most.

Devon pushed deep, all the way to the back of her throat. Alisha remained still, the thick length filling her mouth. He pulled away and pumped slowly, shorter strokes now, even, measured. Nearly popping free before pressing forward with determined consistency.

The restraint was there, the determined, iron-fisted control he used during rescues and obviously when dealing with his family.

She wanted him to lose control. Wanted him to let go of the restraint and use her as he needed, but even as he took his pleasure, there was never a moment when she didn’t feel he was aware of her. Of what she was giving.

Alisha looked into his face, and the tight pleasure there made her happy and sad at the same time. What she wanted so much was to be in charge of her life. Of her situations. Why right now did it feel wrong to have Devon treating her so cautiously?

She lifted her hands to his wrists and he withdrew instantly, the hard length of his cock glistening in the fading sunlight.

“You okay?” The concern in his voice was so apparent. The focused attention. Miles away from him being an out-of-control, sexually boggled male.

It wasn’t okay. It wasn’t what she wanted, or what he needed. Alisha took a deep breath and let her concerns out, not caring if they sounded stupid. “I’m not breakable,” she whispered. “Fuck my mouth. Be rough if you need to. I’m here for you. I’m willing . . .”

He took a moment, staring seriously into her face. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

She shook her head. “You won’t. I trust you.”

God. His expression changed. The fear and sadness. The tension and discomfort. All of it faded away, and he nodded.

His gaze darted over her face as he adjusted his stance. Slipped his hand into her hair and tightened his fingers slightly.