Cherrie Lynn - Take Me On

He might be on to something... This was somehow safer than facing their problems. As long as he was touching her, wanting her, everything was okay. And she couldn’t stop. This man was too scrumptious, too hard and hot and dirty, and she’d never experienced anything like it. She wasn’t ready to let it go yet, dammit.

“Do it,” she said. “I need you. I promised we’d talk. I meant it. You haven’t been absent from my mind all this time, Ian. I think about you too. I want to know you in more ways than this.”

“What if you don’t like what you find out?”

A chill went through her. “Then I’ll deal with that when I have to.”

His mouth crushed down on hers, and he toppled them back on the couch. Her heart leaped into her throat, nearly choking her with the force of its pounding. For the first time, a little fear coursed through her. She was pregnant with the child of someone she didn’t know. Someone who might have a few skeletons in his closet. Already, he’d told her about his troubled childhood, and her heart had broken for him. What else could he be hiding, though? She’d trusted him because she trusted Brian not to have anyone shady working at his establishment.

Now she was here spreading her legs for him again, spending most of her waking hours consumed with thoughts of him.

No. It might be naïve of her, but she refused to believe he was anything but honorable, no matter the darkness he hinted at. He could be testing her, seeing what she was made of. She’d show him now.

His kiss was nothing less than savage, but his hands were gentle, and he was careful to keep his weight off her. Pushing her thigh up the back cushion, he dove between her legs, and she writhed as his tongue zeroed in on the one little needy place that craved his attentions. He kissed her there like he’d kissed her mouth. Deep. Tugging lips, swirling tongue. She arched into his mouth. Oh, Jesus Christ , she was going to come already… Her belly tightened, the sensation strange and different than it ever had been, more focused. His fingers slipped deep inside her, adding to the maelstrom threatening to sweep her away. Slow, deliberate thrusts, too slow. He even moved his tongue higher than her clit, too high to throw her over but not so far away she couldn’t feel the distant sensations stoking her flames.

“Oh my God, let me come, Ian,” she cried, grasping frantically at his head with both hands.

“You’ll come on my cock or you won’t come at all,” he growled against her.

“Then give it to me!”

“I’m having too much fun like this.” He gave her one more thrust with his long fingers, held them deep, then pulled them out and let her watch as he put them in his mouth and tasted her.

Her hips churned with the emptiness at her core. “Please,” she whispered, almost at the end of her strength, reaching in vain for that pleasure that just wouldn’t come. “ Please .”

“I’ll wear a condom,” he told her conversationally, “for all the good it’ll do us.”

Gabby found it within herself to laugh, but the sound quickly turned into a moan when he stood and leisurely began to strip the rest of his clothes off…as if he were getting ready to go to bed, not fuck her raw. Then he took his sweet time rolling on the condom, to the point that she almost sat up and did it herself. If she hadn’t gotten such gratification from watching him touch himself, she might’ve done it.

“I’m going to finish myself off and be done with it before you ever get here,” she warned.

“No, you won’t. Because you know you can’t do it like I can. You want this filling you up when you come.”

Oh God, wasn’t that the damn truth. He came back to her at last, nestling close and kissing her beneath her jaw as she spread wider to accommodate him. Again, he teased her, slipping that broad head through her wet folds as he caught his breath and watched her face. She struggled to breathe, her pussy clenching for him. So close. Right there. Right there and…

“ Push , dammit,” she all but yelled at him.

He burst out laughing. “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say, like, months from now?”

“Yeah, you’ll get your turn. Right now, it’s mine. Give it to me.”

He gave it to her. He gave her about an inch of it. She strained toward him, but their position hindered her. “Oh, you motherfucker,” she growled, sounding like a woman possessed.

“You’re correct on that one, I guess. I’ve never fucked a mother before you.”

“Good to know. But this one is begging you to fuck her.”

“Begging? Oh, you haven’t begun to beg yet, Gabriella. Maybe I’ll give it to you like you want it”—he surged into her, ripping the breath from her lungs, and a chorus of angels sang—“and then take it away.” He pulled out and left her empty and panting and without the powers of speech. She wanted to sob. Maybe tears would move him.

“God, you felt good,” he groaned, seeming as affected as she was by that one taste of absolute nirvana. “So good, baby, I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

It was his own fault for holding back so long. “Try it out and see?” she suggested weakly.

“Aww, you sound so sweet now,” he said. He slid back and forth through her folds again, that teasing, torturous movement. Gabby licked her lips and tried not to beg, since it was precisely what he wanted. Then she bit both lips between her teeth. Then she feared she might draw blood.

“Ian!” she burst out. “Fuck me now, or I swear to God I’ll get up, put my clothes on, go home and give my vibrator a workout.”

He shoved into her. She wanted to weep from relief but was so damn wet and ready, she suspected tears might dehydrate her. The stretch of him burned her deep, sizzling along nerve endings that sang with pure bliss. She saw it now. The fuss. The hair-mussing sex. The kind that left marks. The craving for it. She’d had it good before. Very good, she could admit. But she’d never had it like this.

He pounded into her, so thick, so hot. Sweat slicked his skin and she licked at the salt of it at the base of his neck. “Yes, baby, yes,” she crooned into his ear. For that moment, in the all-consuming pleasure of his body above hers, in hers, all her problems were forgotten. There was only this. Only him.

“Are you okay?” he asked around panted breaths.

“Oh yes,” she whispered, drawing the ‘s’ out when he swirled his hips and sent shivers of sweetness up her spine. It wasn’t a screaming orgasm that was about to take her under. It was one that would rob her of breath, voice, everything. She wanted it, she needed it. When he slowed his movements again just as her muscles were tightening in anticipation of the explosion, she whimpered.

“You still haven’t begged to my satisfaction,” he reminded her evilly.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” He pulled out. Her wasted body nearly went limp without him inside. She felt as if she were made of hot liquid. It was no damn wonder he’d gotten her pregnant. Jesus, could anything stop him?

“Here, baby, get on top,” he said, sliding off her.

“I can’t.”

“You can. Come on. I feel like I’m crushing you.”

“But you’re not.” She so did not want to move. He’d been giving it to her just like she’d wanted. So began the male pregnancy paranoia? She hoped not. “Get back down here right now.”

Chuckling, he obeyed, surprising her. She wrapped him in her arms and welcomed him back into her body. His nose lingered inches from hers as he moved back and forth, his eyes gazing directly into hers. What was behind them? Maybe she’d find out tonight. She’d try, anyway. If she could stop enticing him to plunder her nether regions long enough.