The XOXO New Adult Collection: 16 Full Length New Adult Stories (256 page)

I panted, arching my back, and he drove his tongue deep into me, sucking and tasting, devouring me with his mouth. The sensation was devastating. He sent me flying, and I wished this exquisite sensation would never end. I knew I would be in for the ride of my life when he finally unleashed his entire sexual arsenal on me. That excited and scared me at the same time. I wasn’t experienced. He would probably find me dull and uninspiring.

Before I could worry about that any further, he hovered over me, his hooded eyes boring into mine, a tiny smile dancing on his lips. “I’m gonna get out of these wet clothes and jump in the shower. Take a nap. You’ll need it.”

What? I will
need
it? That promise terrified me, but also made me squirm in need.

Without looking at me, Ethan slid off the bed and, unhurriedly walked toward the bathroom. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He pulled his shirt up and impatiently tossed it onto the floor. I was fascinated with the bulk of strong muscles moving under his taut skin. His back was wide and it tapered down to a small waist and firm butt covered with tight jeans.

He disappeared into the bathroom and I soon heard the water running. I drifted off into an easy sleep, not because he told me to, but because my body knew he was right
.

––––––––

I
stood in the shower, letting the water calm me down. Knowing that Lisbeth was naked in bed and waiting for me did nothing for my forbearance. I felt confused. What was happening here? No matter how horny I was, I always dictated the pace; I always stayed in control. Going on or pausing was my choice. But with her, it was way too hard to control myself. It took all my willpower to tear myself off her.

I was angry with myself. Discipline was a big deal for me. But she was so irresistible, so different from anyone else. I wanted her not just for her body. I wanted her mind; I yearned to make her all mine.

My raging erection didn’t go away; didn’t even ease up a notch. My shaft stood straight up, urging me to go to her, to possess her, to make her submit completely. I would enjoy that task, even if it took a long time. I actually
wanted
it to take longer than it ever had with any other woman. I
wanted
to have all the time in the world with her, without limits.

She would be mine, all mine. I would be hers... and
that
was the new feeling for me. I should’ve freaked out at that strange craving. But it actually made me breathe deeply and relax; it made me smile. Everything could wait now. I would take it slow with her. I would ease her into my world and teach her to appreciate and thirst for all that made me who I was. Could I do that? Could I possibly
change
my ways and stay—actually
stay
—with one woman? Not with any woman, but with Lisbeth... I was definitely willing to try.

I turned off the water and slid the shower curtain aside. The sound it made reminded me of Lisbeth, standing in the tub less than an hour earlier, surrendering to me, accepting the pleasure I gave her. Hot waves of desire urged me to hurriedly dry myself off and wrap the towel around my hips. I was as hard as a rock and all I wanted right now was to bury myself inside her.

I entered the bedroom. Lying on her stomach, Lisbeth was asleep under the covers. Her arms were wrapped around the pillow, her dark hair fanned behind her head. She looked so peaceful, so different from the tense woman I’d met just days earlier. There was so much to learn about her, so many wonderful, curious things still to discover.

I stood by the bed, watching her. I longed to touch her hair, to kiss her lips, to hold her. But that would wake her up. Even though I was achingly aroused, I decided to wait. I walked to the other side of the bed and carefully got under the covers. Sleep came the moment I closed my eyes.

The morning sun woke me up. Lisbeth was awake. She was facing me, propped on her elbow. A gentle smile played on her face as she watched me.

“Good morning.” I smiled back and traced my fingers over her cheek.

“Good morning,” she said, leaning into my touch. “I guess, I slept the whole night. And no nightmares. Wow. I forgot how a good night’s sleep felt.”

“You did sleep the entire night. And so did I. How are you doing?”

“Great. You?” Her eyes danced over my face.

I pulled her on top of me and pressed her hips down onto my growing erection. “You tell me.”

She closed her eyes and laughed. Then she started to move gently against me. That did it. I rolled on top of her and slid one arm under her back. Wrapping the hair at her nape around my fingers, I held her exactly where I wanted her. My other hand went beneath the covers and slipped under her thigh. I lifted her leg up, pulling it over my hip. That gave me unobstructed access to her eager pussy.

Tugging on her hair, I tilted her head so her mouth was positioned in the precise angle for my exploration. I kissed her hard and long. My tongue plunged inside her mouth, sliding over hers. She clung onto me, whimpering. I needed her to understand she was mine, at least for now. She would do precisely what I wanted and how I wanted it. That was my way. Lisbeth seemed to agree. There was no second-guessing how she responded to my lead. She was a natural follower in bed. I liked it a lot. That’s exactly how I enjoyed my women. And although she wasn’t just
any
woman, the same rules still applied: I commanded—she obeyed. That was the best and the most satisfying way for me, and I would make sure it would be for her as well.

She whispered against my mouth, “Be patient with me. I’m not all that experienced.”

“You don’t need to be. It’s easier to teach you the right way to do this than to correct some bad habits.”

“What if you get bored with me? I really haven’t been with many men before. I’m not—”

“Stop.” I pressed one finger to her lips. “I’ll show you all you need to know. We’ll take it slow. The only thing you must do is to follow my lead without objection, and do what you’re told.”

Lisbeth parted her lips to say something to the contrary, but I kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her eager mouth and sucked on her tongue.

She moaned and pressed onto me. I hitched her leg even higher, until the length of my hardness was parallel to her drenched, hot slit. I moved my hips, gliding my hard cock up and down her slick folds without dipping inside her. I rubbed the head of my dick over her enlarged clit. She wiggled, trying to grasp it with her opening and to draw it inside her. But I wouldn’t let her.

“Please, Ethan. I want you deep inside me,” Lisbeth begged.

She tried again by thrusting her hips upward and seeking with her pussy. It took all my concentration and discipline not to slam inside her. She would learn to appreciate extended foreplay, because the rewards would be worth the effort.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” I demanded. When she did, I praised her, “Good. Now relax and feel everything I’m doing to you. Don’t let yourself get frustrated. This is long, satisfying lovemaking, not quick, sweaty screwing,” I told her. “You’ll learn to appreciate it.”

She smiled and ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip. And then her eyes rolled back, and she moaned, “Ahhh.”

“That’s it, baby. I know you’re close, but don’t rush it. Feel it, explore it, learn to control it.”

She kept moaning with her mouth wide open. That made me so hard and so fucking ready, that I wanted to forget all I just told her and drive inside her hard and fast, finding my own release. Instead, my hand guided the tip of my shaft in slow, tiny circles over her hard clit. It pressed against my small opening, and I swore in pleasure. I rubbed some more, the air hissing through my clenched teeth. Lisbeth panted, begging for orgasm.

“Soon, baby,” I promised.

I threw the covers to the side and went down on her, until my mouth closed over her drenched pussy. I sucked her, plunging my tongue inside her, licking in long, insistent swirls. My upper lip pressed on her clit, while my tongue licked in and out of her. Lisbeth clenched the sheet in her fists, rolling her hips and whispering, “Now, oh, God. Now, please, Ethan, please. Now, I want it now.” That was so erotic, so pure, that I almost came right then.

But I held back. I wanted to play with her and give her multiple orgasms before it was time for my own release. “Come right after I kiss your clit,” I instructed.

She did. I loved how well she responded to me, how submissive she already was.

I glided my fingers over her glistening cleft, dipping them slightly in to skim some of her sweet essence. I trailed wet kisses all the way to her breasts. Coating her nipples in her arousal. I sucked and gently bit on one, while plumping the swollen flesh of her other breast in my hand. I rolled the elongated, hard nipple in my fingers.

Lisbeth pressed her knees onto my sides, confining me in. I slid my hands under her buttocks and cupped them, positioning her just right to plunge inside her tight slit with my cock. And I did—hard and deep. She gasped. I drove in and out of her, my heavy balls slamming onto her butt. With every thrust her breasts beautifully jiggled up and down, mesmerizing me. I watched them in appreciation.

I clutched her butt, my fingers digging into her flesh, and rotated her hips once, twice, three times. She understood what I wanted and continued swiveling them to the rhythm of my pounding. Her breath grew labored, and she pleaded, “I want to come again. I’m so close. How do you do this to me? Please, Ethan. Please.”

“Come for me and squeeze me with your pussy. Let me feel it,” I murmured against her lips.

That did her in. Her hips bucking, she cried out a short and guttural, incoherent scream. And another one. Fuck, that was so hot. Her eyes flew open and she stared at me. Another, even lower cry escaped her, and I clenched my teeth, smiling at her. “That’s it baby.” I buried my cock to the hilt and stilled for a moment. Then, I slammed into her three times. She came once more, squeezing her knees into me. I kept pulsing inside her, moving much gentler than a moment before.

“How do you do that?” she gasped between short breaths.

“Do what?”

“All of it. You have already given me several orgasms, but you don’t show any signs of coming yourself,” she said.

I grinned at her. “I’m not done with you, babe.”

Her eyes went wide. “More orgasms?”

“You object?”

“No.” She smiled weakly. “But I might need a nap.”

“And a breakfast.” I kissed her slowly, moving my hard length leisurely in and out of her, until I stopped. My cock was quivering, demanding a rough and rapid ride. I ignored it—for now.

Lisbeth wrapped her arms around my neck, and whispered in my ear. “I want to suck you.”

“You will get your chance another time. Not today.”

“Oh?”

I laughed. “So impatient. I regret we aren’t in my house.”

She started moving her hips in small circles, lifting them up and down at the same time. She wanted more. Good.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I would curb that impatience of yours with some very special
tools
.”

She opened her mouth and stared at me, horrified. “Tools?”

“Toys. I promise you will love them all. But now be quiet. No more talking,” I demanded. I slammed hard into her.

Her body responded immediately: warm, thick liquid trickled from her swollen tissues and onto my shaft, intensifying the wet smacking sound of our colliding bodies. I loved it.

“Do you hear that?” I asked.

She closed her eyes, licking her lips in the most sensual way.

“Tell me. Do you hear that, babe?” I insisted.

“Yes.” Lisbeth breathed out. “Oh, right there,” she whimpered, when I rotated my hips, angling my cock so its base rubbed harder on her clit.

I increased my speed, thrusting firmly. My left hand gripped her throat, while I balanced my weight on my right arm. She felt so damn good, so tight, and wet. I knew I would never get enough of her.

“Ethan! Harder!” she insisted.

I slammed into her. Our bed was rocking and squeaking. If there were hotel guests in the room below us, they would know exactly what was going on in here. But that wasn’t my concern. Lisbeth and her pleasure were. And mine too.

Lisbeth bit on her hand and moaned. “Ahhh, Ethan. You’re so amazing. You feel so... ahhh!” She clutched onto me with both hands, and came hard.

I grinned, still pumping into her.

“I can’t stop,” she panted. “So good. Oh, so good!”

She closed her eyes, her muscles shaking. When she started to relax, I pulled out to cool off my raging desire. I closed my mouth over hers, soothing her, quieting her whimpers. And then I drove into her again and again, finding my own release, spurting hot seed into her snug, wet pussy.

We lay, wrapped in one another’s arms, kissing and touching, me still inside her, her—tight around me. We fit perfectly as if we were made for each other. She looked sated and content, with her cheeks glowing and her eyes half-closed and heavy.

“Lisbeth,” I started.

She didn’t open her eyes, only murmured lazily, “Mhm?”

“Don’t go to Florida. Stay here... with me.” These two short sentences came out so fast and so easy. I would’ve never thought possible to say them to anyone. I’ve never
wanted
to say anything like this to anyone. But there was no doubt in my mind I did the right thing. My only hope was she would agree.

She looked at me, her eyes wide with surprise. Then something flickered in her expression, and her lips parted. She smiled and took a deep, slow breath. “Ethan... nobody has ever made me as happy and safe as you do,” she whispered. “I want to be with you. All along, you were my missing piece of that puzzle called life. I’ve never been with anyone like you.”

I smiled, and at that moment my heart finally was ready to belong to one woman. The one who resisted me and then changed me. Forever.

R
ESIST ME is the first installment in the steamy Change Me (McCoy Raven Brothers) romantic suspense series. All books in this series are standalone and can be read in no particular order, but they interconnect. HEA and no cliffhangers.