Her Hollywood Hitman: A Dark Romantic Suspense (11 page)

“Gabi,” he said, his breath hot against my thigh. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” I moaned, writhing closer and closer to him. I was desperate, the exhaustion and terror of the past twenty-four hours only intensifying my need. The thought of this man had been the only thing that had prevented me from going mad.

“What do you want me to do, Gabi?” His voice was soft but almost menacing in its tone. He moved his mouth closer to my pussy, his breath hot, his lips just brushing against the top of my thigh.
 

“Make me come… please make me come,” I groaned. Red knelt down and kissed the tops of my thighs, moving lower until his breath was hot against my sex. I arched my back and moaned. “Please.” I pushed myself towards him, my body aching for him like he was a drug.
 

He laughed. “Now you’re begging for it. Happy to oblige. And the most perfect little pussy I’ve ever seen. I bet it’s tight as hell too.” He brought one hand to my delicate flesh, flicking his thumb across my clit. I cried out as my body sung with pleasure. His fingers sent a jolt straight through to my core, and deep inside, my desire was ignited. There was nothing that could satisfy me save for this man. He brought his lips to my clit and extended his tongue to circle it. Almost brought to the edge, I screamed, my body rocking against the bed. He kissed me there and sucked hard, just once, before pulling away.

“Goddammit, Red. Make me come, please, please, please.” A shock of wetness ran to my pussy, slick and ready, begging to be filled, begging for the criminal in front of me. Red laughed again and traced his fingers over the delicate folds, slipping two fingers inside.

“Just as I thought, Gabi,” he said, “You’re so tight, I don’t even know if I would fit.” He thrust his fingers inside, the base of his palm against my clit. He moved his palm with aching slowness, creating small circles, sending shocks of delight through every cell in my body. “And now, I think I’m ready for a
real
taste.” Red took his hand away, leaving me empty, gasping, sitting up and clutching at the bed. But as soon as I was about to cry out in protest, he pressed his lips against my sex, moving his tongue gently over the folds and back up over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure rose in my body, and I cried out as Red thrust his tongue inside of me, pulling away, and then thrusting once again. My consciousness faded, my brain almost going blank, focused only on the feeling of his lips and tongue. Heat rose from deep within, spreading over my body in rapid waves. I brought my hands to Red’s hair… trying to push him away, trying to pull him forward. I moaned as the tension built in my muscles, every fiber of my being screaming for release. The pressure rose in, finally exploding through me. He continued licking and sucking as I bucked against him, my body thrashing and wild. A wild thing. That was what he made me become.

I lay against the bed, completely limp, lost in wonder at the pleasure this man had pulled from my body. How had he created such sensations in me? Never in my life had I felt so completely fulfilled. Sadness crept into my mind as he lay his head against my leg. The situation we were in wasn’t a good one for starting a relationship. It wouldn’t last; it couldn’t.

Red pulled himself up beside me loosening his shirt and taking me in his arms. I unbuttoned his shirt, chuckling softly and wondering at the man that I had found... working for my father, definitely a criminal, and fucking excellent in bed. Or so it would seem. My body still felt limp and dazed from Red’s touch. He kissed me gently, my sharp taste on his lips, and I caressed his strong, tight muscles. This man’s body was his instrument, and I was betting he knew how to use it for more than beating up people he didn’t like. He cast his shirt aside, letting it fall to the floor. He moved his hand to his cock, stroking himself through the fabric.
 

I knew I should feel dirty. I knew this should feel wrong. But it didn’t. This was exactly where I wanted to be. If I thought about it too much, I could psychoanalyze myself and say that I wanted him because he was a criminal. Because he was dangerous. Because he would fuck me and then leave me alone. But right at that moment, none of that made a difference. He was just Red, and I was just Gabi. Nothing else was important.
 

“You’re a virgin,” he said, looking me in the eye. Still, he stroked his growing cock through his pants, his body obviously hungry. He clutched at my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh. Would it make a true difference to him if I were a virgin? He shifted and pulled off his pants, throwing them across the room with the rest of his things. We were left skin to skin, his boxer briefs the only fabric between us. His cock was visibly hard, and he brought his hand to it again.

“I am,” I said simply. I thought of his body, and the humanity of it. His closeness, his warmth. My sex pulsed again, with desire, with a need greater than any I’d ever known. “But I’m ready.” I swung my leg over his hips and pulled him in, feeling his hardness resting against my naked thigh.
 

There was a certain hesitation to losing my virginity with such an unknown person ... a panic that twisted my stomach when I paused to think about it. But I pushed down on that idea, making it leave my body. Nothing would ruin this experience for me. Nothing.

“One thing at a time, baby.” He moved his hand back to his cock, touching my thigh and sending shocks through my system, filling every cell with longing.

“I don’t want one thing at a time. I want it all,” I sighed, biting at his bottom lip. Gingerly, I moved my hand down to his cock, placing my fingers over his. “Show me how to please you, Red. Teach me.”
 

I moved his hand aside and grabbed his cock, savoring the heat of his skin and his delicious hardness. I’d never touched one before, and I’d always thought they’d be softer. But his seemed as hard as steel in my hands. He let out a sigh in response to my touch.
 

“Gabi,” he sighed, taking my hand in his and moving it in the rhythm he needed. Suddenly, he stopped, catching my hand. “Have you ever done any of this before?” His face looked concerned, a mask of worry.
 

“No. But you have to stop worrying about damaging me. I’m already damaged. And I’ve told you what I want. I can feel that you want it too.” I moved my hand and slid my fingers to the inside of his boxers, feeling his searing hot flesh against my fingertips. My own sex pulsed again, the flames of desire flickering and rising through my veins. My breath hitched in my throat.

“Dammit woman.” I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down to the floor. He moaned as the fabric brushed over his cock, and I knew he was desperate for his own release. “You have no idea what you do to me, what you’ve awakened.” He stood and stroked himself, watching me, his eyes roaming over my body.
 

“If you’ve never done this before, why don’t you show me how you touch yourself? I want to see you... to know you completely.” I blushed, the heat rising in me. Why would he want to see anything like that? I knew that he’d tasted me just moments ago, but this almost seemed like too much. He continued stroking himself and reached forward to pull me up. I almost toppled onto him but maintained my place right at the edge of the bed, legs spread.
 

“I’ve never done that with anyone before. Only by myself.” I flushed deeper, looking away.
 

“That doesn’t matter. You’re here with me. And I want to see you do it.” Tentatively, I sat in the bed and moved my hand back down to my sex. It was still sensitive, aching. I wondered again, what difference this would make to him... and why he would want such a thing? I looked at him, watching the raw lust rise in his normally cool stare. I concentrated on that, moving my fingers to my sex, touching the already wet lips and bringing the wetness up and over the sensitive button of my clit. I gasped, realizing just how vulnerable I was at this moment. I brought my focus back to Red, watching him stroke his cock.
 

I moved my hands over my aching sex, slipping a finger inside and marveling at the smooth tightness of my own muscles. I watched Red’s face, his look of hard concentration increasing and becoming something irresistibly beautiful. I moaned, unabashed now, moving my fingers, lowering my eyes to watch Red stroking his cock, moving his hand up and over the head, moaning as a bead of precum came to the tip. My mouth watered, and I was desperate for his taste.
 

Wordlessly, I slid down, kneeling before him and pressing my tongue to the tip of his cock. He groaned, sighing out in desire for release as I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, moving my tongue over the bottom of the head. He shuddered, his muscles tensing. Suddenly, it seemed he’d drawn away from himself, moving into a more primal state of being. He thrust hard into my throat, making me sputter and choke, then pulling away just enough so that I could breathe. I opened myself to him, taking his hardness completely inside of my mouth and into my throat. I swallowed gently, wondering if he could feel the ring of muscle tightening over his cock. He sighed in response, pumping harder into me, taking a tangle of my thick hair into his hands for leverage.

His muscles grew tighter, his body beginning to jerk… and I could feel it all with my tongue. I moved my mouth over his cock and took him into my throat one last time before I pulled away and looked up at him.
 

“Red, please.” He moaned and brought his hand to his cock. It was rock hard, throbbing.
 

“Gabi, you don’t know what you’re asking. You’ve never done this before. You don’t know...” I stood and took him in my arms, pressing my full breasts against his body. His cock hard against me, he moaned and gripped me by the shoulders. I grabbed his cock, wedged tight between our two bodies.
 

“I know plenty. I know that you’re a man, and I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted. I know that your skin tastes good, and I crave your touch more than anything. Since that one night...”

“I’m not the man you think I am.”
 

I laughed. “Even if you weren’t that man—and I think you are—I’d want you. It wouldn’t stop my body from needing yours. It wouldn’t make me want to leave this room. It wouldn’t make me want to be anywhere else.”

“God, Gabi, you’re so sweet. So perfect... I don’t want to ruin you.”

“I’m already ruined.” He threaded his fingers into my curls, brushed them away from my neck. Leaning down, he brought his tongue to my skin, making circles on the flesh below my ear. My sex throbbed, and my body hummed. This man was my right, after what I’d been through. I didn’t care what he’d done--I just knew that he had saved me, in so many ways. “Red, please,” I whispered.
 

He traced his tongue over my collarbone, bending and taking one dark nipple into his mouth. I cried out. Moving from one breast to the other, he nipped and licked at each nipple. Trills of pleasure, arousal, desire ran through me in repeating waves. My mind started to go blank, tipping into oblivion. This was the drug I needed, the only feeling that could make me complete in the midst of all this chaos.
 

“Gabi,” he whispered. He grabbed my ass and lifted me. Yelping, I wrapped my legs around him, his cock throbbing and hot against my sex. He threw me down on the bed. “Are you sure, Gabi?”
 

I nodded, the flush of need rising over me again. He grabbed my waist with one hand and guided his cock toward me with the other. He pressed against my entrance and slipped the head of his cock inside.
 

“Fuck,” I whimpered. “It might be too big. God!” Red moved his thumb to my clit, flicking it over the slick surface. I groaned and bucked against him, sliding further onto his cock. He panted, each intake of his breath resonating in my soul. Moaning, he pushed further in, his cock stretching me, making me full. I’d always heard it was supposed to hurt your first time--and I thought it surely would with Red’s size. But each movement made me want more.
 

“Oh God, Gabi,” he said. Red moved his thumb faster and faster over my clit. A rush of wetness came to my sex, and he slid inside again. My breath caught in my throat, the whole of my being focused on Red, joined to him irreparably. “Gabriella,” he said, a throaty whisper. “My beautiful.”

He held himself inside of me for a moment, moving his thumb faster and faster until the muscles of my abdomen began to tense. I cried out and squeezed my legs around his waist.
 

“Stop... teasing... me,” I said, panting and bringing my hands to my breasts. I rolled my nipples, each nerve in my body reaching out for that final release. “I need to come, please make me.” Red brought his hands to my waist and pulled back. He thrust hard inside of me, each movement filling me to the hilt again and again.
 

“You’re an angel, Gabi,” he murmured. I rocked against him, drawn forth into the tide of his pleasure, my body vibrating in time with his. My breath came in shorter and shorter pants as he slammed into me, his hips slapping against mine.
 

“Come inside of me, baby,” I said, gasping.
 

“Fuck, Gabi, my dirty little angel.” I brought my hands to his abs, feeling his muscles work, tightening against me. “Oh God, Gabi.” He slowed for a moment and let out a deep sigh, filling me more slowly. Bringing his hand back to my sex, he leaned back and started flicking his thumb back and forth over my clit again. My body began vibrating, each pulse of need pounding through me with the movements of his fingers. I panted, my breath almost escaping me for a moment.
 

“I’m coming, I’m coming, Red, oh God...”

“That’s it, sweet girl. Come for me.” He pushed hard into me and groaned, moving his thumb faster and faster. My body tensed, each muscle coiling tight before releasing in a symphony of pleasure. I rocked my hips against him, trying to take more of him inside of me, my sex greedy for more. As if from far away, I heard him groaning, felt him slamming into me, his movements slow and deliberate. The sensation of release swept through my body. Vibrations of pleasure rang out through every fiber of my being. “Red,” I cried, my voice hoarse.