Vivian Arend - High Risk

Then she returned to the task at hand. Slow, even pumps, a pause to run her fingers over his sac, fingertips rolling his balls delicately. When she grasped him the next time, he countered, pushing into her hand, increasing her tempo. Becki laid her cheek against his back and worked as directed until he quivered in her embrace, torso shuddering as he came, liquid spurting over her fingers as she caught what she could.

She felt strangely satisfied. Without a climax, without a touch, but endorphins were floating through her veins all the same.

Marcus knelt briefly and scooped up his shirt, using the fabric to wipe her hand dry. Then he turned.

She wasn’t sure what her expression would reveal. Contentment? Hopefully not gloating , but she was far too satisfied by what she’d accomplished to be able to easily explain herself. Marcus pushed her hair back, his gaze darting over her face. Then he nodded. Once.

As he breathed slowly, his gaze finally moved down to trace over her body. The fire was nearly out, the candles around the room flickering with their last gasps. Still, enough of the pale yellow light remained to highlight her nakedness.

“My turn,” he declared. “My turn to touch you everywhere. With my fingers, my tongue. My cock. Until I’ve pushed you past the brink again and again.”

Her body quivered in response. To his words? Or to the thought of what was about to happen?

He offered his hand and she took it, surprised again when he brought her around the room and they extinguished the candles one at a time. When he escorted her through the bedroom door, the only light remaining was the pale flicker of red and gold through the glass of the stove.

Darkness filled the space. She might have been blindfolded again for how little she could see. Marcus didn’t seem to have any troubles guiding her to the end of the bed and pushing her back until she sat.

“Stay here,” he ordered.

This room wasn’t as warm as the living area, the heat from the fire lingering in the outside room and leaving a chill in the air. A match snapped, the instant flash of light bouncing off the cabin wall where Marcus brought the stick to the candlewick. The faint scent of sulfur carried back to her as Becki waited, curling up on the soft quilt covering the mattress.

Two candles—three. Once he had a light source on every wall, he turned back to face her and her heart skipped.

So beautiful. His rugged masculinity showcased in the shadows dancing over him. He held a casual stance for a moment as he looked her over as well, giving her time to admire him.

Time to ache for him to move and do as he’d promised in the other room.

She wiggled to her knees and smoothed her hands up her body, cupping her breasts as she stared at him. His cock jerked, the semi-aroused length hardening again.

“I never told you to touch yourself,” Marcus warned.

“I’m being innovative and trying to anticipate.” She twirled the tiny rings and moaned happily. “Of course, if there’s something else you’d like me to do . . .”

Marcus stalked to the bed, and suddenly she was on her back with him over her, pinned in place with his weight, his mouth ravishing hers. She lifted her arms around his neck and held on for the ride, loving the near frantic thrusts of his tongue, the way his breathing skipped as he hauled their mouths apart to plant kisses down the length of her throat.

When he caught hold of her breast with his right hand, Becki sighed, widening her legs to allow his hips to fall to the mattress. He licked and sucked, playing with the ring, using his teeth just to the edge of pain. One side, the other, desperate hunger in his moves.

That he was reduced to such passion for her—priceless. She could only wonder and take it in. The way he made every inch of her tingle, sharp bolts of pleasure from his mouth connecting through her nipples to tug at her core. She was so wet between her legs, so wanting to have him touch her.

Yet when he moved lower, she regretted he’d gone. “No . . .”

Marcus laughed softly. “Stop complaining. Touch your breasts how you like it—I have something else to deal with right now.”

Oh God. She’d thought she was wet before? Marcus pushed her thighs wider and covered her with his mouth. No slow approach. No more warning than shifting his position and he was driving her mad. Tongue connecting with her clit, driving into her deep as he rolled one thigh up and out to give himself more room to work.

She’d been primed before. Aching from teasing him and his breast play. The first climax hit her suddenly—shocking. Hard. Made her shake and gasp for air. When he didn’t slow, she ignored her tingling breasts and drove her fingers into his hair.

To hold him in place or drag him away as she grew more sensitive, she wasn’t sure.

He was having none of it. He picked up her hips and pressed his mouth tighter, not stopping until the slow curl was building again. When his fingers pierced her body, she cried out.

So good. So what she needed. Somehow she got her feet to the mattress to find purchase, and she pulsed her hips against him, demanding what he so willingly gave. Her core stretched around a third finger as he slowed, brushing the front of her passage just right, and sparks flew in front of her eyes as another climax tore her apart.

His name was still on her lips when he rolled her, pulled her hips into the air, and drove his cock into her from behind.

She’d never been so full. So possessed. He went deep, his torso bending over her as his cock pounded in. Pulsing over sensitive nerves, refusing to let her move. A layer of sweat formed between them, the loud slaps of his thighs slamming into hers carrying to her ears. Panting breaths filled the air—hers? His? Nothing but pleasure rolling through her body, all because of him.

Then he stopped. Completely. She gasped, body trembling on the edge, as she wondered and wanted.

He lifted off her, the cold air skating over the sweat clinging to her torso.

“Everything,” Marcus growled. Dangerously soft. “Give me everything.”

Becki took a shaky breath, wondering what else she had to give.

He stroked his fingers along her hip, playing so softly with her skin. Such a contrast between this tenderness and the wild ride of a moment before. She was still trying to catch her breath when his finger slipped between her butt cheeks and skimmed over the tiny hole there.

Oh God. That was what he’d meant. She wriggled, not trying to escape, but not sure what he required.

He caressed again, rubbing for a second before moving away. His cock still filled her, the pulse of blood through her veins going to take her into an orgasm without him doing anything other than possess her.

Liquid slicked over her opening and he worked it in slowly. As if waiting for her to tell him no, but she’d already said yes to everything. She wanted, needed. Instead of words, she gave him actions, lowering her head and shoulders to the mattress and pressing her hips higher against him. Begging for him to continue.

“Becki . . .” He slicked her up, moving quicker, as if his control was nearly gone. She arched her back and squeezed her sex around his cock in time with his finger pressing into her ass. “Yes, God, yes. That’s it. I’m going to take you here as well. Make you know every single . . .”

His words faded away, but the meaning seemed clear enough to her. He was in charge and she was going to take him. However he wanted.

An edge quivered through her. Need now like the blade of a knife just waiting to happen dragged against her nerves. When he pressed the top of the lube to her ass and squeezed she shivered. The coldness in the room forgotten—her skin was on fire.

He tossed the container aside. She expected he would pull free of her body, but instead he moved slowly. Dragging his cock back then thrusting in. All the nerves that had slowed to a nice even tingle flared to life as he stroked them, drove his cock over them again and again until she was ready to burst.