The Gate (Dark Path Series) (9 page)

“Sure. Thanks.”

She threw her empty container in the bag, and he did the same with his. When their hands touched again, an electric current ran up his arm. She seemed to notice it also, her forehead furrowing.

He almost reached out to smooth the lines away but held back. If he did, he would kiss her, laying her flat on the table in the time it took him to inhale. Escaping to the kitchen, he chucked the bag in the garbage can and opened the refrigerator, letting the cold air rush over him. At the moment, not even an ice cube down his pants would help him. Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths until his lust no longer distracted him. After filling the coffee pot, he returned to his guest who inspected his music collection.

He walked up behind her, setting his hands on her shoulders. “Like what you see?”

“You must have every greatest hits music compilation ever produced.” She gave him an amused look. “And most of it eighties music.”

“I’m a fan of that musical decade.” He gave her shoulders a squeeze then moved away. “How about we listen to some music while we enjoy our coffee?” He circled his finger over the stacks of CDs, selecting Prince’s greatest hits. He slid the disk into the stereo and skipped to the song
Adore
.

“I’ve never heard this song before.” She swayed.

“You expected me to play
1999
or
When Doves Cry
?” Snapping his fingers along with the beat, he moved to her side.

“Yes. I love
When Doves Cry
. I’ve seen
Purple Rain
more times than I can count.” She tapped her fingers against the side of her leg.

“Dance with me?” He held out his hand in an invitation. “We never did at the awards ceremony.”

“Hmm, a man who likes to dance? The mystery thickens.”

She slipped her fingers onto his palm, and he pulled her other hand around his neck. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he held her captive. Not once did he look away from her face and began crooning along with song.

Erika’s eyes widened. When he sang the section about making love, she licked her lips. “That sounds….”

“Sexy?”

“Hot.”

Chuckling, he drew her to him, not caring if she noticed his rigid cock. Her pupils enlarged, and her nostrils flared as she inhaled. He continued singing until he was lost in her gaze. When the song finished, it began again—he didn’t realize he’d set it to repeat.

“Max, I feel dizzy. Does that sound silly to you?”

He slid his palm up until it nestled near the side of her breast. “Not at all.”

“I-I don’t think it’s a good idea if I’m going to interview you—”

He pressed his lips to hers. She gasped, her mouth still open. He took the opportunity to lick the inside of her cheek. Her fingers dug into the back of his neck, the sting causing him to suck on her tongue.

She didn’t circle her tongue with his, just let him take over the kiss. With a growl, he clutched the back of her head, holding her in place. He grazed his thumb over her tight nipple, enjoying her squeak.

He broke off the kiss, nipping her chin and side of her throat. “I want to devour you, to possess you like no other man has.”

“I bet you say that to all your women.”

He stopped, framing her face in an immobile grip. Her hands grasped his wrists. Panting softly, she observed him. He took note that her nipples were rock hard. The slight scent of citrus combined with her arousal met his nose. She was excited. He wanted to cheer.

“I’ve never said that to another woman. No other woman compares to you. From the moment I met you, I’ve wanted to fuck you a million ways but wanted to take care.”

She swallowed. “Why? I’m not some fragile doll that will break. I want you to show me you who you really are. I won’t judge. I want you to…fuck me a million ways. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man.”

He ground his teeth, thinking about any other man kissing or touching her, sticking his tongue in her cunt and lapping away her juices. “How many men have you fucked?” he asked, not caring if he sounded crude.

“Two. Once in college and again about five years ago.”

His hands moved to her hair. “And Milton? You never had him in your body?”

“No!” She lifted up on her toes, trying to reach his mouth.

He gave her another kiss. This one not as hungry as before, but one full of tenderness to soften the insult he’d slung at her. Knowing Milton hadn’t claimed her that way made him want to beat his chest and howl.

She joined in on the kiss, looping her leg around his thigh. She rocked her pelvis forward, and he slipped his hands around her firm bottom, digging his fingers in her cheeks. He swiped his thumb over the seam of her ass, a promise of more to come.

When he tilted her back, she gasped in surprise. Leaning over her, he sucked on the side of her throat, wanting to leave marks of his possession. Riddled with lust and a ravenous hunger, he tore open her blouse. Ignoring her cry, he leaned down and sucked her satin-covered nipple into his mouth. He murmured his gratification at the fabric barely covering the breast he consumed. He circled his tongue around her areola and nipple while seizing her hips with his hands, his fingers digging in her flesh. She yelped, and he released her breast.

“Am I too rough?” He refused to apologize for his nature. She would have to accept the beast lurking within.

“Yes, but I liked it. It makes, um….”

“You drip between your thighs, baby?” He cupped her there, circling his thumb over her swollen clit.

Moaning, she tilted her head back. “Yes.” She licked her lips. “B-but can you call me something else besides baby? It makes me think of a four year old in a tutu.”

He laughed, landing his mouth on hers, his fingers busy manipulating her mound. She rocked on his palm, begging him to go inside her pants. Instead, he twisted her around until her back met his front. He removed his hand to her cry of dismay and locked her wrists in his grip, dragging her over to the table. With one last wet kiss to her throat, he bent her over.

“Lay face down. Grab the edge. If you don’t do what I want, I’ll smack your ass until you do.”

She gave him a dazed look. “Sounds kinky. Do you do this with all your lovers?”

He swatted her bottom for her insolence. She cried out, and he smothered the sound with a kiss. He licked her lips then drew his tongue across her cheek to dip the tip inside her ear. When she shivered, he bit down on her earlobe.

“Do you want me to punish you? Stop asking about any woman I may or may not have fucked on this table. I want to do something that will give you amazing pleasure. Trust me.”

Turning to the side, she cupped his cheek. The gesture almost brought him to his knees. He hid his reaction by kissing her palm.

Reaching around her waist, he unzipped her pants and jerked them down. She wiggled her hips, which brushed over his cock.
Damn.
Gliding his hands inside her panties, he cupped her pussy. The trimmed hair gave him easy access to her folds. Using two fingers, he spread them apart to rummage for her clit, swiping over the bud. With his other hand, he dipped in from behind, homing in on her asshole and circling that, too.

“Oh, right there!” she yelled, clutching his wrist to aid him. She rocked into both of his hands. “Yes, Max, that’s it.”

He tested the waters, sticking part of his pinky into her asshole. Jerking up onto her toes, she shouted. He barked out a laugh, continuing to play with her cunt while he pushed her down on the table. He would have taken her right then and there but his condoms were in his bedroom. Instead, he would be generous, giving her all the pleasure until he got her into his bedroom and took what he wanted.

When she was dripping wet, he pulled off her underwear and pants and knelt between her legs. He smacked her inner thighs, enjoying the way they shook. As she kicked up her legs, he pressed them down on the table, kissing each of her ass globes and lower back. Her skin was so soft, delicious on his tongue. Satisfied she was a quivering mess, he moved his hands under her legs, spreading apart her cunt to feast within.

He curled his tongue, licking her saturated folds, circling around until he dipped between her ass cheeks, almost overcome by the sharp tangy taste there.

She humped his mouth. “Max!”

Drops of her fluid trickled down her legs, staining the table. His tongue was coated with her moist heat. She rocked and jerked, begging him for more. He answered her pleas with multiple smacks on her ass and thighs, finding himself shockingly aroused by her red skin. If he used his strap on her, would she welcome it?

Every suck and slap from him caused her to cry out. His name on her lips was heaven to his ears. He didn’t let up the pace of his mouth as he worked her over.

“I can’t take it. I’m going to—” She arched back, her entire body shaking.

Fuck, what a beautiful sight
. He devoured her climax as her inner pussy muscles contracted. When her ass cheeks tightened, he almost stuck his finger in her anus, but decided to keep circling her hole instead.

She came once, and before she recovered, she came again. It wasn’t until she fell to the table limp that he let up.

He didn’t allow her to rest. Tugging her up, he positioned her on her hands and knees on the floor. The view of her already reddened ass caused his palm to twitch. Relenting, he gave her three swift swats. She responded by releasing more of her feminine juices, which he greedily licked away.

He hoisted her in his arms, whispering every endearment he could think of. “You were so beautiful, sweetheart. You tasted amazing. Giving yourself to me pleases me to no end.”

He marched into his bedroom, laying her on the king sized bed so he could undress them both. He left her to grab one of his ties. He almost chose cuffs, but thought it best to save them for the next time.

Erika’s eyes were closed. When he tapped her cheek, she looked at him and yawned. He swallowed the yawn with a kiss then moved down to nibble and suck on each breast.

She shoved her hands into his hair as he pleasured her. Her legs moved back and forth until he landed between them. His cock tried burrowing into her pussy, but he reached down, stroking himself to stop from going too fast.

“Did you enjoy what I did to you on the table?”

Her nipples stood at attention, and he tweaked one, thrilled when they tightened even more.

“Yes, I did,” she said with what sounded like surprise in her voice.

Straddling her, he bent down and kissed her, his tongue licking, his teeth nipping.
Not too rough now. We can’t draw blood just yet….

He linked their fingers together, the tie covering their hands. He rubbed his nose over her cheek then moved to whisper in her ear. “I can make you come harder than ever before if you let me tie you up and allow me to do whatever I want to you.”

Her gaze met his. “What if I want you stop?”

“Do you know what a safe word is?” He pushed aside a riot of curls plastered to her face and neck.

“I think so. I pick a word, and if I say it, you stop, no questions asked.”

“Correct. The moment you say it, I stop and won’t force you to go further.”

“Okay.” Biting her bottom lip, she nodded.

He jiggled his foot, waiting for her word.

She dipped her chin, her cheeks growing even redder. “You can’t laugh, but the only word I can come up with is whiskers.”

He hid his face in her neck, snickering. “Based on Whiskers the cat in your book?”

“Yup.” She sniffed. “Don’t judge me.”

He coughed to cover his laugh. “I’m not judging.”

Leaning in, he shared a kiss with her then looped the tie around her wrists and fastened them to the headboard.

“Tug on it.”

She did as he requested. “It tightens around my wrists.”

“I want you to feel safe. If you don’t like the feeling of being tied down, you can get out. Just grab the headboard and make me believe you’re still confined.”

“You enjoy sex this way? Do you have other…toys?”

The cautious way she asked made his heart skip a beat She was interested in trying it out.

“Yes, but for now I won’t break out the big boys. I don’t keep all my tools here. Just a few to heighten the encounter.” He gave her another kiss. “Lay back and enjoy yourself.”

He played with her breasts, tugging, pinching, and biting while devouring her luscious mouth in between. He almost went down on her again, but he couldn’t abstain any longer. After rechecking her bonds, making her hold onto the headboard’s iron slats, he climbed off her and pulled out a condom from his bedside drawer. He rolled it on, stroking his dick a few times, then concentrated on Erika.

He knelt between her thighs, petting her cunt, a soft pelt thanks to being waxed and trimmed. He wanted her to grow it in for him, so he could shave it, rendering her bare for when he ran his tongue and mouth over her the next time. Yes, there
would
be a next time for everything he wanted to do with her.

Hooking her legs over his shoulders, he kissed the inside of ankles. He fit a pillow under her hips, raising her up to his satisfaction. Her pussy glistened with dampness, and her inner thighs trembled.