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She slid her mouth all the way up his shaft, letting her
teeth delicately scrape over the ridge of flesh at the crown, and he jerked
against her mouth and hands. She rubbed her tongue there, teasing him, then
sucked him deep again, picking up the rhythm of his body, his hands on her
head, his hips pushing up toward her. He filled her mouth, her throat, and she
fought not to gag, but then her throat closed up. She lifted off him and gasped
for breath.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “But goddamn, that felt good when your
throat closed around me like that.”

She smiled and brushed the smooth head over her lips again,
then swallowed him again, as deep as she could. Her fingers played over the
skin of his balls and she opened her eyes to look up at him over the wide
length of his body. His head was back, his eyes closed, his beautiful mouth
open just a little. God, he was gorgeous. Pleasure rushed through her, along
with satisfaction and knowledge that even though he said he was taking control,
even though he’d gently pushed her down to her knees in front of him, even
though he held her head…she was doing this because she loved it.

She felt as if she’d finally found her place—not between his
legs, she thought with some amusement—but with a man who understood the whole
power exchange thing, who understood that he could only have the power she gave
him, a man to whom she
wanted
to give power.

The whole dilemma of who he was and why they shouldn’t be
doing this nudged her, but she pushed it away. Another low groan of pleasure
warmed her and she relished his enjoyment of what she did to him. She flicked
her tongue over the head of his cock, swirled it around as she slid up and down
his shaft, then nipped at him gently again with her teeth. She loved how his
body twitched, his fingers hard on her head.

She looked up at him again just as he opened his eyes and
the blaze of heat in them seared her, set her on fire. Her lips stretched
around his girth, her tongue on his shaft, her fingers cupping his heavy
testicles, she burned for him. Ached for him. Wanted to give him his ultimate
pleasure. She paused in her movements, her teeth closed so carefully around
him, and their eyes met.

Something drew out between them, warm and dense, and her
movements slowed as emotion rocked through her. She didn’t know what that
emotion was, but it rocked her. A lot.

“Love that,” he whispered, and one hand released its grip on
her head to filter through her hair. “Suck me. All the way. Suck me dry.”

His words made another flame leap inside her.

Yes. She wanted to give that to him. He palmed the back of
her head and drew her closer and her blood rushed again hotly through her
veins. She tasted the fluid that leaked into her mouth and picked up the rhythm
of her movements on him.

His flesh slid over her tongue, heavy and hard and
delicious. She let him slide out of her mouth, lifted his cock up and licked
from root to tip, then closed her lips over him again and sucked hard. The soft
noise he made sounded almost like pain.

Once again she let him pop from her mouth, kissed the tip,
then explored again with her tongue until he growled and tugged her hair. “Suck
me,” he ordered. A thrill ran through her and she kept her eyes fastened on his
as she again disobeyed him. Excitement built inside her as his expression
tightened and then he removed her hand from the base of his shaft. She blinked.

He reached for her head again and held it with both hands
and thrust up into her mouth again. Her insides turned to liquid as she
realized that indeed he had taken control now and was fucking her mouth. His
cock swelled even more and she knew he liked this, taking over like this. And
she liked it too. More flames built in her womb as she gazed back at him,
surrendering to him.

“That’s it,” he rumbled. “Take it. All of it.”

She couldn’t take all of it. Her eyes widened and a flicker
of panic filled her.

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered, meeting her eyes. “Won’t
hurt you. It’s okay. Relax.” She sucked in a long breath through her nose and
gave a tiny nod. He wouldn’t hurt her.

“Lift your chin,” he directed. She did so and this time his
cock slid deeper, bumping the back of her throat, withdrawing before she
reacted. Her pussy pulsed and heated with liquid warmth. He filled her mouth
again, each time deeper. She willed herself not to gag, dying to have more of
him, all of him. He grunted his pleasure, his face taut. “Yeah. Just. Like.
That.”

Her eyelids drooped and her jaw ached, but she was still hungry
for him and she sucked as hard as she could on his rigid length. God, she
couldn’t believe how excited she was by this. Her chin was bumping her own hand
where she still cupped his balls, she was that close to taking all of him. Once
again she looked up at him and caught the wonder on his face.

“You love it, don’t you,” he whispered. “Wow, Nicole. So
hungry for it. Christ, that makes me hot. Gonna…not gonna last…” Her eyes grew
wet, but she rubbed her tongue over him again, sucked harder, let him fuck her
mouth. Her throat squeezed around him and she made a soft sound in her chest as
his cock swelled even more and he shouted. His balls tightened and heat filled
her mouth as he came. She kept sucking even as his body went tight and still,
his hands tangled in her hair, his cock pulsing in her mouth.

He groaned, said, “Fuuuuck,” and then relinquished his tight
grasp on her. She slowly let him slide out of her mouth, her jaw throbbing a
little, then she reached for him again and held him as she tenderly licked the
crown where he still leaked semen. “Christ, Nicole.”

She sat back on her heels, licked her lips and gazed up at
him. His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. They stared at each other for
a long moment.

Chapter Fourteen

He touched her hair, let the silky strands fall through his
fingers, caressed the side of her neck, her face. Holy hell. She’d completely
blown his mind. What the fuck? He dragged air into his straining lungs, his
blood still thundering through his veins.

Her eyes were wet and he brushed his fingertips beneath
them. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” Her voice rasped a little. “I liked it.”

“Sure?” He rubbed his fingers over her red, swollen lips. He
fucking loved seeing her like that, but Jesus, he had to make sure he hadn’t
gone too far, been too aggressive. That was who he was and he was pretty sure
she liked it, but he was a big guy and it would be easy to get carried away.
Especially since she made him nuts for her. It was weird, how he wanted to look
after her, to protect her, to reassure her that one asshole didn’t mean the
whole world thought less of her, but he also found himself wanting to just
pound into her and take everything she gave him.

“Yes.” She held his gaze, smiling a little. “Oh yes.” She
bit her lip.

“Oh yeah,” he said, answering her unspoken question. “Me
too. Oh hell, yeah.”

Her smile deepened, her cheeks flushed pink, and he reached
for her and hauled her up onto him. They sprawled on the couch and he wrapped
his arms around her and kissed her sexy mouth. She gasped against his lips.

“You’re squeezing me,” she said.

“Sorry.” Damn. “You’ve got me all excited.”

“Oh god, me too.” Now she kissed him and wriggled her body
against his, half-sitting, half-lying on the couch. He slipped his hand between
them and between her legs and felt the damp heat there through her panties and
the black yoga pants she wore.

“Mmmm. Holy crap, Nicole. Doing that made you that hot?”

She moaned her affirmation. His dick came back to life.
Already! Jesus.

“Maybe we’d be more comfortable in your bed,” he said.

“Yes. That would be good.” She pushed off him and stood, her
hair a tangled mess around her shoulders. She tugged the hem of her sweatshirt
down over her firm abs. He grinned. It was a Minneapolis Caribou sweatshirt.
Big and bulky, it should not have looked so sexy.

He grabbed his jeans and hiked them up under his ass, then
stood to follow her down a short hall to her bedroom. Late-afternoon sun shone
in the window. Not even dinner time and they were going to bed. He liked it.

Silvia appeared in the door. Shit. He shook his head. He
wasn’t used to having an audience. But like Nicole had said, she was just a
dog. He watched the animal pad over to another dog bed in the corner of the
bedroom.

“She likes to be with me,” Nicole said in a husky voice.

He looked around. Her room wasn’t all girly and flowery, but
then neither was she. The walls were a deep taupe color, the duvet on the bed a
sage green and the bed itself was black wrought iron. He eyed the headboard
with interest.

She didn’t play coy. She stripped the sweatshirt off over
her head, then pushed the loose cotton pants down over her hips, leaving her in
white bikini panties and a sexy little white bra. Again, nothing particularly
frilly or feminine, but there was no doubt about her femininity. He kicked off
his jeans, reached down to tug off his socks, then pulled off his own shirt.
Now they were both down to their underwear and that was good enough. He reached
for her, anxious to feel her skin under his palms. Pulling her hips up flush
against his, he tilted his head and went in for another kiss. She sank into it,
sank into him, her arms draped over his shoulders, and he licked into her
mouth. God, she was sweet, her taste in his mouth, her scent in his nose, the feel
of her naked skin against his driving him crazy. Once again, heat flooded to
his groin and he slid his arms around her.

She made soft little sounds in her throat and he loved it.
He kissed her deeper, found the snap of her bra in the middle of her back and
undid it. They were pressed so close together, the lingerie didn’t move, so he
shifted away from her, still kissing her, and slid the straps down her arms.

Oh yeah. There were those lush breasts. He filled his palm
with one of them, the nipple tightening, and more blood rushed to his groin,
his cock thickening rapidly. She moved against him, her hands running over his
shoulders, squeezing his biceps, then sliding back up the sides of his neck.
His skin tingled everywhere. With one arm wrapped securely around her, he bent
her back a little, dipped his head and found that perfect breast with his
mouth. He plumped it up with his free hand and took the nipple between his
lips, sucking on it, letting his tongue rub over it. More incredible sweetness
and once again she responded so beautifully, holding onto him, gasping with
pleasure, her body twitching. He sucked and tugged at the tender tip of her
breast for a long time, feeling her excitement grow even as his own body
vibrated with need.

“Love your breasts,” he murmured, drawing back to blow
gently on the now swollen tip. He shifted her in his arms to give attention to
the other breast, drawing on her nipple, squeezing the soft flesh so gently
with his hand.

“I thought we were going to bed,” she gasped, one hand in
his hair.

“Oh yeah. Right. Got distracted.”

He released her and she turned and yanked back the covers,
then climbed in. She was still wearing her panties, but that was okay, it was
kinda hot actually, and he liked removing them from her. He still had that pair
he’d kept. He had no idea why. He’d had the weird idea after she’d turned down
his dinner invitation that maybe he deserved some kind of memento of the hot
sex they’d had in the empty loft.

He got rid of his own underwear, remembering at the last
minute to grab a condom from the pocket of his jeans, now crumpled on the
floor. He only had one, goddammit, but maybe she had some for later. Later,
heh. He smiled.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, lying in the bed watching him.
He slid in beside her, the sheets cool against his overheated skin, but there,
ah…there was her body, soft and warm, and he pulled her up against him and
wrapped himself around her, arms and legs, all of him.

“Nothing. I’m just happy.”

“Oh. Happy to see me? I’m sure there’s a bad joke about a
hockey stick there somewhere.”

He laughed and rolled with her, tucking her under him, and
kissed her. He let her feel the weight of his body pressing her into the
mattress, sucked on her tongue, nipped at her lips and kissed her breathless
before he moved off her.

“I don’t have my rope with me,” he said. “So you’re just
going to have to hold onto your headboard.” He flipped her over onto her
stomach and directed her hands to the wrought iron posts. He curled her fingers
around them, then lifted her hips.

“I like it like that,” she gasped.

“You know it. Me too, baby. Higher,” he muttered, nudging
her hips up. “I want to see your pretty pussy.”

Her moan lit flames inside him. He set his hands on her ass
and paused for a moment, breathing fast, heart galloping. He just had to admire
that view for a moment, the smooth curves of her small buttocks, the dip of her
lower back, the grooves of muscle running up each side of her spine. He stroked
over one cheek, enjoying the feel of soft skin, firm flesh. He shaped his palm
to her buttock and gave a gentle squeeze. “Nice ass.”

She made a choked little sound.

He parted her cheeks, studied the perfect little star of her
asshole, and his cock swelled and jerked. His gaze moved down to her pussy, as
wet as he’d expected, shiny and pink. Her clit protruded from the soft folds,
deeper-pink and erect, and need for her rose up inside him, hot and powerful.
He slipped his fingers into her folds. “So fucking wet. Wow, Nicole. You’re
just dripping.”

He swept up some of her cream on his fingertips and returned
to her anus to rub around it. She jerked in his hands. “Stay still.” He gave
one cheek a sharp tap, and now he knew exactly where she liked it. She moaned.
He popped her ass a few more times, relishing her sounds of pleasure, the way
her skin turned pink, the way she thrust her ass back at him as if she was
begging for more. “Oh yeah,” he muttered. “You want it.”

“I do,” she cried, though her voice was muffled by the
pillow. “I do. Please.”

He played there longer, knowing what he was doing to those
sensitive nerve endings, and then he slipped his index finger into her back
entrance. She cried out.

“Yeah,” he groaned, moving it in and out, then swirling it
around. “Do you like that, Nicole?”

“Oh god.”

“Do you?”

“Yes!”

“Good.” His cock ached to push inside that tight passage.
She wriggled her ass. “Easy.” He stroked her more there, playing in the silky
heat, her response making his skin burn and his heart thump. Then he withdrew
and gave her pussy a little tap with the flat of his hand. She jolted. Another
wave of heat rushed through his body, centering in his aching balls.

He put on the condom as fast as he could, then kneed her
legs farther apart from behind. He reached for his dick and found her pussy
entrance, pushed in slowly, inch by inch. He groaned in pleasure at the feel of
her body clasping around him, so tight, so hot. His fingers dug into her hips
and he watched his cock disappearing into her, then sliding back out, the
visual adding another layer of excitement on the sensation pouring over him.
Her cream coated his shaft, the thin layer of latex shiny with it. Christ, what
he wouldn’t give to be bare inside her. The thought made more heat explode
inside him, sizzling up his spine. Even his scalp and the soles of his feet
were hot. Pressure gathered inside him, a burning ache, and he moved faster,
hammering into her, sensation building.

She cried out and he stretched out over her, rocking his
hips into her, breathing in the scent of her hair. “Like that?” he muttered in
her ear. “Like it hard like that?”

“Yes. God yes. Fuck me, Logan.” Her hips lifted against his
and he went back up onto his knees, bodies slapping together, the sound of
flesh against flesh erotic, his balls grinding into her body with each thrust.
Sweat built on his forehead and his chest.

He grasped her ass in both hands, parted her cheeks to see
her anus again and once more slipped his finger in there. He loved her soft
cry.

His consciousness narrowed to a tiny point of light, his
balls tightening, skin buzzing as pleasure rolled through him in wave after
wave. He was dimly aware that Nicole had let go of the headboard with one hand
and had slipped it down between her legs. “Aw, baby,” he groaned. “Yeah, touch
yourself, make yourself come. Wanna feel that.”

“You make me come,” she gasped. “It’s you inside me,
touching me like that, in my ass, my pussy, so deep, oh my god, Logan…” And
with a soft wail she clamped around him, her pussy and her anal passage
contracting hard and rhythmically, and he felt a rush of liquid heat around
him.

He let it rush over him, sensation exploding through his
nerves, blazing down his spine and shooting out his cock in a blinding surge of
ecstasy. “Aw fuck,” he cried out, holding her hips with bruising pressure,
pressing inside her, his body pulsing tightly.

Long moments later, he gasped in a ragged breath of air and
once more stretched out over her. She straightened her legs slowly and his
softening cock slipped a little but stayed inside her. His damp chest pressed
to her back, he kissed her shoulder, her ear, rubbed his face on her hair.
“God, Nicole. I think a freight train just hit me. I can’t believe what you do
to me.”

“Um. I think you were doing it to
me
.”

He half groaned, half chuckled. That wasn’t what he meant,
but he wasn’t sure if he could really explain it. His chest felt hot and tight.
There was something special between them, something he’d never felt with
another woman, and for a moment he got all sappy, the idea that maybe he’d
found someone,
the one
he wanted to spend his life with, floating
through his still foggy brain. Whoa.

“I’m hungry,” he said. He heard her soft snort and
regretfully withdrew from her clinging body. “I need to get rid of this
condom.”

“Bathroom right there.” She waved a languid hand, not moving
any other part of her.

He found the small attached bath, a little surprised to see
female clutter on the counter. Not a lot of makeup, but scented lotions and
creams and hair stuff. She did have a girly side. He smiled as he soaped up his
hands with pretty-smelling liquid.

He sat on the side of the bed and rubbed her back. She
sighed sleepily.

“You gonna make me food?” he asked, and bit back a smile,
waiting for her response.

“Order pizza.”

He grinned. “Great idea.” He found his cell phone and she
told him where to call. Then he climbed back into bed with her. Her limp body
told him she was asleep. He smiled and snuggled her in his arms. They hadn’t
had much sleep last night. Several rounds of energetic sex had lasted most of
the night. He’d then gone to practice and busted his ass. He could use some
sleep too. So he closed his eyes and drifted off, enjoying the sensation of a
woman in his arms, soft sheets that smelled like her wrapped around them.

They woke up with a start when the doorbell rang, and Silvia
leaped up, barking ferociously. She dashed out of the room, sounding like a
Rottweiler, barking and growling. Christ, it was the pizza. He hopped out of
bed, dug for his wallet and headed for the door.

“Logan. Put on some pants, for god’s sake.” Nicole was out
of bed too, grabbing a robe.

“Uh. Yeah.” He shook his head and grabbed his jeans, hopping
into them sans underwear as he walked down the hall.

“I’ll grab Silvia,” she said. She scooped up the dog and
disappeared back into the bedroom while he paid the guy, and when she came out
and he took in her long bare legs beneath the short silky robe she’d put on, he
was kind of glad she had, or the delivery guy would’ve gotten an eyeful. She
looked like a freakin’ supermodel, all tall and lean, nipples clearly visible
through the silk robe, with bedroom hair that could’ve taken a stylist hours to
achieve and full pouty lips that didn’t come from any kind of surgery.
Gorgeous.