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  My body tensed for a moment, but as his lips came crashing down on mine, I lost any and all will to resist. My body molded itself against his as I slipped my hands up the front of his chest and my fingers locked behind his neck.

  His lips were insistent on mine, forcing me into submission. When my lips parted, he took the invitation to slip his tongue between my teeth. All modesty evaporated from my mind as the need within me began to rage.

  “I suppose not,” I gasped, feeling slightly light-headed as he tore his lips from mine to stare down at me with brilliant, hunger-filled, blue eyes.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “I don’t know you.”

  He laughed. “Fair enough.” His hands worked their way down my back to settle at my upper thighs. Grabbing my thighs, he pulled me up and onto his hips. I clung to him, my legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his neck as he carried me across the room and deposited me onto the bed, tumbling with me, but bracing himself with a hand on either side of my head to keep from crushing me with his weight.

  As his lips found mine again, it felt like there was too much clothing between us. His jeans felt rough against me as he ground his rock-hard erection against my pelvis. My hands dropped from his shoulders, down his back and to his waist, seeking out his belt.

  “Nope,” he said, a grin appearing on his lips.

  “Nope?” I parroted, confused. He was here to fuck my brains out, right? What in the hell was with this nope shit?

  “There’s condoms in the dresser drawer,” I said, thinking that was the problem.

  “We don’t need those yet. But I could use a scarf.”

  “In the top drawer on the left of the long dresser.”

  “Stay there.” He slowly got up, making me groan inwardly in protest. With his body no longer over mine, I immediately felt bare and exposed as I watched him cross the room to my dresser and after a moment of looking, retrieve a red satin scarf from the drawer.

  Coming back to me, scarf in hand, he instructed me to put my hands over my head and to grasp the railing of the bedpost. I was slightly hesitant; did I really want to leave myself completely vulnerable with a stranger? I didn’t even know what this man did for a living.

  He grinned, coming to a stop at the side of the bed. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”

  My body trembled, the heat between my legs intensifying as my imagination went racing over the possibilities. With slight hesitation, I placed my hands above my head and waited as he began to tie my wrists together and then to the bed post. You only live once, right? I struggled against the binds. They were snug, but if I really needed to free myself I was confident that I’d be able to.

  Nate leaned into me, his lips lightly brushing my neck. The torment was amazing as he continued down my body, his lips grazing, just giving me enough contact that it left me longing for more. His lips paused for a moment at my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipples until each one was a hardened tip before moving lower. With each inch closer to my pelvis he got, the more intense the throbbing between my legs became, until I was squirming against his mouth.

  He stopped at the waistband of my delicate red panties and then looked up, his gaze locking with mine.

  “Oh God, this is torture.”

  “It only gets worse from here.”

  “Fuck,” I hissed between gritted teeth.

  Nate grinned, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of my panties and giving them a tug. I lifted my hips, and my panties slid down my hips and legs, leaving me incredibly exposed to him as he tossed them to the floor.

  “It seems unfair that you still have clothing on,” I whined.

  He didn’t answer, but lowered his head and brushed his lips against my mound. I gripped the post of the bed and moaned as the warmth of his breath teased my wet pussy. “All in due time.” He slipped two fingers between my folds and ran them up and down, pausing at my clit long enough to make me moan as he flicked it and pinched it between his fingertips. If I was looking for a man who knew what he was doing then I suspected that I’d found it in spades.

  He stroked me from my ass to my clit, over and over, torturing me until I was bucking with wild abandon against his hand and begging him to give me more. The tension without release was becoming almost painful.

  “Beg,” he demanded.

  “Please, oh please,” I shamelessly moaned. I just needed relief.

  “What do you want?” he said, stroking me again.

  I hesitated. My ex never went down on me. He didn’t like to do that and even though it disappointed me, I accepted it. Should I demand this stranger give me something I’d fantasized about, for quite literally years?

  “Tell me or I leave right now.”

  Opening my eyes, I stared up at him, wondering if he was serious. A quick glance at his groin and his bulging erection challenged his statement, but I didn’t want to chance calling his bluff. When I didn’t respond straight away he started to pull away.

  “No!” I pulled and strained against the scarf, intent on pulling him back down to me.

  His smile was so damned cocky and self-assured, it pissed me off just slightly, but I didn’t have a choice. My body made it impossible for me to do anything other than give into him. “Please, lick my pussy until I come.” Embarrassed, a blush warmed my cheeks as I said the words.

  With a low chuckle, he lowered himself to me again, spreading my pussy lips wide and running his tongue along the length. I cried out, bucking against his mouth, almost coming straight away.

  But I didn’t.

  He licked me a second and third time, slipping two fingers into me and beginning to stroke my inner core. I bucked and moaned against him, my desire going higher and higher until I couldn’t take it a moment longer. My body vibrated from the top of my head to the tips of my toes as my body released.

  I let out an unsteady sigh, thinking that would be the end, but I was mistaken. He removed his fingers to replace it with his tongue. The feeling of his tongue slipping in and out of my pussy was a different and highly erotic thing. It felt so foreign and oh-my-God so good. It had been so long since I’d felt sensations like this, I’d forgotten what it was like to have a man’s lips and tongue between my legs, lapping me up like I was the most desirable treat he’d ever experienced.

  “You’re delicious, baby.”

  At the sound of his voice, I lifted my head, watching him as he pleasured me, quickly bringing me to the brink of another orgasm within a minute or two. Just as I was about to come, I got a jolt of self-consciousness. I was seconds away from my juices greeting his greedy tongue. I attempted to pull away, but he held me tight and then it was too late, I was cresting the summit of my desire. As my world exploded, my juices slowly dripped between my ass cheeks. Letting out a jagged breath, I closed my eyes again and let my head fall back against the pillow.

  My eyes sprang open as I felt his weight lifting from the mattress. He leaned over me and released my wrists. Looking down at my wrists, I was surprised to see they were red from my pulling against the scarf.

  “Now what do you want?”

  “You.”

  “Be more specific.”

  Oh my God, this man was infuriating. He knew damned well what I wanted. Despite the massive erection in his jeans, I saw the determination in his eyes. He wasn’t going to give me anything unless I played his game.

  “I want you naked. Then I want you deep inside me.”

  He gave me that cocky grin that I was beginning to both love and hate. “That’s a start.” He grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Then he began to undo his belt and jeans.

  His body was beautiful, undeniable perfection. His shoulders and chest were broad and toned, with a tribal style dragon that covered the left side of his chest. The tail of the dragon curled up over his shoulder and down his left arm.

  “It’s beautiful,” I whispered. My eyes lowered from his tattoo to his six pack, and th
en further down as he lowered his jeans to expose a pair of grey boxer briefs.

  “You’re in amazing shape.”

  “I have to be in my line of work.”

  Heat returned to my cheeks at the reminder that I didn’t even know what this man did as a profession. Hell, I didn’t even know his last name! “What do you do?”

  “Detective Striker, NYPD, ma’am, at your service,” he replied with a southern drawl that I knew wasn’t genuine, but a pretty damned good attempt, I’d give him that. He pushed his jeans down, quickly followed by his underwear, exposing his thick, erect penis.

  My heart was racing and my wet pussy clenched in anticipation staring at him. Sitting up, I reached for his cock, only to have my hand gently batted away. “There will be plenty of time for that.”

  “But...” A dollop of cum had formed at the tip and I longed to lick it clean.

  “Later. I’ll be fucking you more than once tonight.”

  I uttered a low groan, suspecting and fearing that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with him.

  “Where are the condoms?”

  I pointed to the drawer in the night side table. “Everything should be in there.” Though, until this moment, I’d wondered why I’d even bothered to unpack my few sex essentials.

  He turned from me and I had to grit my teeth to keep from groaning as I looked at his round, hard ass. It must have taken a shit ton of squats for a man to get an ass that perfect. Placing the condoms, plural, on the top of the night side table along with lube, though I had no clue why he’d even need lube. Between my excitement and two orgasms I was drenched down below.

  Returning to me on the bed, he slid between my legs, bracing a hand on either side of my head. His eyes were filled with desire as he looked down at me, giving me a glimpse of the passion that was in store for me.

  Nate lowered his lips to mine. I exhaled as our lips touched, my arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down to me. My hands explored the hard lines of his back and shoulders as our tongues dueled. My legs wrapped around his waist and I pulled him down to me.

  I groaned as his shaft slipped between my folds and he rocked against me. The head of his dick rubbed against my clit, sending me into a frenzy of need. Just an inch lower—he was so close to penetrating me, and I wanted it so badly. Why prolong the torture?

  “I need you in me!” I gasped as he released my lips and began running a trail of kisses down my neck, periodically biting at the tender flesh.

  “You’ll get what you need, baby, soon.”

  The torture continued to the point where I was attempting to impale myself on his shaft. The cruel bastard wouldn’t allow it. He pulled up from me as his lips worked their way along my collarbone. I heard the crinkle of a wrapper and a moment later, he was returning to me, his dick probing my entrance.

  “Tell me how much you want it,” he demanded.

  “I want it. God, I want it.”

  “And you need it?”

  “YES! Please!” The words had barely left my lips when he was slamming into me, to the hilt, his cock stretching my core to its limits. I cried out, my nails digging into the hard muscle, leaving deep crescent shapes in his shoulder blades.

  “Damn, you’re so tight. It’s amazing.” He remained embedded within me a moment, until I couldn’t stand the inaction any longer and began to move under him, urging him to begin thrusting into me. He waited an extra moment, before giving me what I needed, slipping out until he was barely breaching my entrance and then slamming back into me. Over and over, he pounded into me, taking complete control and bringing me along for the ride.

  The desire within me coiled, knotting my stomach and bringing me to the point of near orgasm. Just at the moment of my cresting the summit, he pulled out, grabbed my hips, and flipped me over to my stomach. Grasping my hips again, me pulled me up onto my hands and knees before him. Anticipating what he was about to do, I grabbed a pillow and placed it under my pelvis, helping to stabilize myself as he slipped himself back into my pussy.

  He thrust into me, one time, two times, with me backing into him with each movement, needing it harder and deeper. But my body froze as I felt his finger pressing against my back entrance. I clenched at the intrusion. Whoa, okay. Not sure if I’m completely on board with this.

  Buried deep within me, he leaned over me, his teeth nipping at my shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

  Telling me he’d be gentle only helped a minimal amount. I forced myself to relax. Tonight was about getting wild and releasing the old with the new. It was about pulling myself out of my comfort zone and experimenting.

  Lifting himself from my back, he reached over and grabbed the lube. Flipping open the top, he poured an ample amount of the liquid onto me and stroked me with it, making me tingle. I moaned softly and bucked back against him, not sure if it was because his dick was still deep in me or anticipation of what he was about to do.

  He pressed his finger past the muscle protecting my backside and into me. There was a slight burning sensation, but it was manageable. My fingers dug into the blanket under me, but to my surprise, I wanted more as I hissed out the word “Yes…”

  He chuckled and gave me what I wanted, adding a second finger, and slowly, gently, he began scissoring his fingers, stretching me, preparing me for his cock as he continued to pleasure my pussy with his shaft. I moved against him, growing light-headed as this foreign pleasure was driving me near insanity with need.

  “Give me your cock. I want it in my ass!” I said and froze for a moment. Had I actually just begged him for it? Surely I had because his fingers slipped from my backside along with his dick from my core. I suddenly felt incredibly empty and needier than I’d ever felt before.

  Lining his dick to my back entrance, I inhaled as he slowly, gently, began to press himself into me. His dick was larger than his fingers and I once more felt the burning of being stretched, but the fire within me was stronger. With lust racing through my veins, I bucked back against him, plunging his dick fully into me.

  Nate groaned. The sound was loud and feral as his fingers dug into my hips. I took a minute to adjust as his girth was much worse than I expected, but as he began to gently thrust into me, the pain faded, giving way to my primal need for him. It was less than a minute before the feelings started to become too much and I began to feel overcome by the pleasure.

  “Nate, oh God, I… Don’t…” I couldn’t think of anything to say, words were lost on me. He slammed into my ass one final time so hard that it sent me sprawling forward onto the mattress. His cock throbbed and with a low, growl-like groan, he released. The feeling of his release deep within my ass sent me spiralling over the edge and I came with him.

  “That was…”

  He lowered his weight onto me, brushing his lips along the side of my neck, and whispered into my ear. “That was just the beginning to a night you’ll never forget, baby.”

  I wanted to reply that he was a little too cocky for his own good, but didn’t. Mostly because I had a feeing he wasn’t bragging, but telling the truth.

  Chapter 4

  Layla

  I wasn’t sure what I expected to happen the next morning. However, I didn’t expect to open my eyes and roll over to see a note saying, I had a great night, thanks. While I’d had my reservations the previous evening and had felt somewhat slutty, finding an impersonal note thanking me for fucking him made me feel like a downright whore. The only thing worse would be if he’d left twenty bucks on the table along with it.

  What did I expect… really?

  And Ohmygod! I’d let him put it in my ass! I put the pillow next to me over my head and screamed out my frustration.

  Who does that on a first date? Were there different rules for one-night stands? Did it really matter since I would never see him again? The fact that I’d never see him again was the only consolation I had right now.

  Deciding what was done was done, I stretched and then groaned. My body ached. One thing that last
night did show me was that I was seriously out of shape. People weren’t supposed to hurt like this after sex.

  Sliding out of bed, my butt clenched and I immediately remembered why I never had anal sex. It hurt going in and it hurt the next day. I should have known he was too big for my back entrance. Not that I was overly experienced in the butt drilling department…

  Grabbing a couple of towels from the linen closet, I made my way into the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. A hot shower was just what I needed to wash away the smell of sex that clung to me. The feeling of the loofa as I scrubbed my body with rose scented body wash felt divine.

  Maybe I was weak, hard to say, but as I stood there under the pummel of the hot water, with the loofa scrubbing my inner thighs, my mind drifted off to images of Nate with his head between my legs, the vision of his dick sliding in and out of me, the feeling of him as he worked my ass with his fingers while punishing my core with his shaft. My pussy clenched and a fluttering ignited in my stomach. Despite the soreness I was feeling today I knew that if he offered me another night I’d be all for it. But the note made it perfectly clear, just as his words had last night before he came home with me, it was one time only. But it still didn’t stop me from wondering about him—not just the sex but about him in general. I shared my body with the man and knew next to nothing about him!

  I shook off my ponderings and got to work shampooing and conditioning my hair. There was a lot to do today, including packing the rest of my few belongings. With any luck, the place I bought in the lower west side of Manhattan would be ready early for move-in. The realtor was optimistic.

  Once satisfied I was cleansed of the previous night’s escapades, I turned off the shower and stepped out, only to freeze in my tracks at the sound of my front door opening and closing. Then footsteps walking into my living room.

  Grabbing the towel from the rack, I quickly wrapped it around my body and then a second around my hair all the while listening intently to the sounds of movement on the other side of the bathroom door. Who in the hell could that be? Did Nate go out for coffee or something and come back? My entire body shivered at the thought that he’d still be here.