Part 2 (1/2)
”I'll be back in ten minutes. Get naked,” he ordered as he went out the door.
Ordinarily the demand in his tone would put her back up and make her disinclined to sleep with him, but he'd been on her radar since before he ran a knife against her new tire. Kyra would bet he offered exactly what she wanted in bed: rough, demanding, no-holds-barred s.e.x. She squirmed just thinking about it.
Because she wanted to, not because he'd demanded it, she stripped off her clothes and laid them on the chair. Most likely she should have closed the curtains first, but she didn't hurry as she sauntered over to do so. If anyone got a glimpse of her body, well, it was a good one. She'd used it often as a distraction.
Kyra rarely permitted anyone close enough to touch. That was work related, and she only reached out when she intended to steal. Sometimes she missed physical closeness with an ache that threatened to tear out her heart, but she lived with it, knowing she really didn't have a choice.
She took a quick shower and turned down the bed. Waiting for him, she couldn't help but picture how good his hands had felt on her thighs. Kyra felt herself grow slick, aching to be touched. It seemed a shame to waste it.
By the time Rey returned, she'd teased herself to quivering readiness. Just as he'd asked, she lay on the cool white sheets, naked. When he pushed open the door, she lifted her fingers to her lips.
”G.o.ddammit, you started without me.”
She lifted a shoulder. ”You turned me on.”
To her amus.e.m.e.nt he tossed a s.h.i.+ny silver box on the nightstand. ”There.”
Her mouth quirked. ”A twelve-pack? You're ambitious.”
”Never hurts to be prepared.”
”You got that right,” she murmured. ”If you can keep up, you'll need three or four of those tonight.”
Rey paused. ”Is that a challenge?”
”It's a fact. Are you going to take your clothes off, or do I need to do it for you?”
A shudder worked through him. He closed his eyes and curled his hands into fists. It was a moment before he moved, and then it was to pull his s.h.i.+rt over his head. He didn't bother draping like she did, just flung his things in his haste to join her on the bed.
Ah, gorgeous. Kyra hadn't misjudged him. He actually improved when he got naked: broad shoulders, taut abdomen, and such delicious bronze skin. All told, she didn't think she could've picked a better partner for a night's pleasure. He had a lovely c.o.c.k, made for exactly what she wanted. Kyra hadn't misjudged him. He actually improved when he got naked: broad shoulders, taut abdomen, and such delicious bronze skin. All told, she didn't think she could've picked a better partner for a night's pleasure. He had a lovely c.o.c.k, made for exactly what she wanted.
In a move she hadn't antic.i.p.ated, he went straight for her mouth, licking and nuzzling her lips with raw hunger. Though she usually preferred to get right to the f.u.c.king, she kissed him back, bit down on his lower lip until he whimpered. She ran her hands through his inky hair, surprised to find it was silkier than she'd expected. Heat kindled as he tasted her, so she threw a leg over his hip and rocked against him.
Surely he'd take the hint. Slap a condom on his c.o.c.k and shove inside her. She'd never been with a man who made her wait after she made it clear she wanted to f.u.c.k. Kyra had already taken care of the foreplay, after all. Before his arrival, she'd caressed her own b.r.e.a.s.t.s and tugged on her nipples, stroked her own l.a.b.i.a and teased her c.l.i.t. She only needed him for the final act.
Rey didn't seem to have received the memo. He kissed her until she couldn't get her breath. She ran her nails down his back, wanting to punish him for being so slow.
He nibbled from her lips to her jaw and then down her throat. Kyra tipped her head back and made a low growling sound in her throat. He bit her. She felt herself lubricate even more, so slick and ready for him.
”Don't make love,” she managed to say. ”Just f.u.c.k.”
In answer, he licked a slow circle around her nipple. ”You're not not in charge, Kyra. Try to tell me what to do again, and I'll stop. If you want to be completely in control, you should do it yourself.” in charge, Kyra. Try to tell me what to do again, and I'll stop. If you want to be completely in control, you should do it yourself.”
”b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Maybe I will.” She reached between them, curled her fingers around his c.o.c.k, and squeezed. ”Who's in charge now now ?” ?”
His hips bucked. ”You make me come like this, and you don't get a hard c.o.c.k inside you tonight. Let go.”
She levered up on an elbow, working her fingers along his length in an irresistible rhythm. ”Make me.”
His eyes kindled like stars blazing into the dark velvet of a night sky. ”You don't know what you're asking for.”
”Are you as stupid as you are pretty?” She enunciated clearly in case he was. ”Of course I do.”
That seemed to be the last straw. He caught his breath and broke her hold on him in a move she'd used on him earlier in the day. Before she hardly knew what had happened, Kyra found herself facedown on the bed with Rey applying pressure on her upper back to keep her that way.
Ah, a kinky f.u.c.k. She liked that. She liked that.
The condom packet crinkled as he presumably tore it open. Then she felt his hands on her hips, but he didn't need to guide her. She knew this position, so she raised her pelvis, and he slammed into her. His fingers knotted in her hair, smarting a little, but she liked it rough-always had.
He took her hard and fast, all the way in and then he drew almost all the way out, so she felt each push as if it was the first time. Kyra lifted her hips to meet him, grinding back on each inward thrust. Then it was like he read her mind-what she always wanted and seldom got.
His hands roved under her body, cupping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He pulled on her nipples and she felt an answering contraction in her p.u.s.s.y. Rey ran his hands over her like he owned her, slipping between her thighs to rub her c.l.i.t. Kyra bucked as if she'd fight him off, but it was quite the opposite. She wanted to be tamed, but n.o.body ever rode her exactly like she wanted.
Until now.
She felt him cover her entirely, weighting her. Claiming her. He bit down on the back of her neck, hard enough to hurt. She'd wear his mark for days, and that idea pushed her over the edge. Sobbing for breath, she tensed and came. Clawed at the pillow.
Rey pushed her through that o.r.g.a.s.m and two more before he let go. His thrusts became quick and shallow, his breath gusting in her ears. Kyra lay beneath him, quiet and quiescent, reveling in the afterglow. The raw groan sounded torn out of him when he shuddered atop her, his chest plastered to her back in sweet slick sweat.
How f.u.c.king brilliant. She might've met the man capable of wearing her her out. It would definitely be a night to remember. out. It would definitely be a night to remember.
Reyes woke with a hard d.i.c.k, the taste of her on his lips, and a bad feeling. In that order. After the night he'd had, the first thing indicated there was something seriously wrong with him. He should be set for s.e.x. Instead the wild night seemed to have only given his p.e.n.i.s unreasonable expectations.
Christ, they'd done it three times, not counting all the extracurricular exploration, vying for dominance all the while. Fighting her for control had worn him the f.u.c.k out-he'd never been with anyone like her-and now he wanted her all over again.
They had nine more condoms, and time for a quickie before checkout. He reached for Kyra and found only the slightly pilled cotton of cheap, well-washed sheets.
No shower running, no ambient noise in the room at all. Not. Good.
With immeasurable regret, he opened his eyes. The slant of the sunlight across old, green s.h.a.g carpeting reinforced his impression something wasn't right. A quick scan of the room resulted in a resounding, ”f.u.c.k!”
Before he bounded out of bed stark naked, and headed for the window, he already knew what he'd find-a potholed parking lot that didn't contain a powder blue '71 Marquis. Chagrin and humiliation burned in his empty stomach, creating a bitter c.o.c.ktail. She'd given him the slip.
Only sheer self-control, which had failed him last night, prevented him from slamming his fist into a wall. That would only injure him without adding anything of benefit. Reyes tried breathing exercises, needing to restore equilibrium so he could examine the situation logically.
Nothing helped.
The woman had f.u.c.ked his brains out and then left him asleep in bed. He couldn't remember when, if ever, anyone had so bested him. Of course, given the teeth marks he'd left all over her neck and shoulders, it could be argued he'd taken his share from her as well, at least on a personal level.
But this was business, not personal.
She'd written him a note on motel stationary, short and to the point. Best I ever had-thanks for an amazing night. Good luck! Best I ever had-thanks for an amazing night. Good luck! Signed with a big swirling Signed with a big swirling K K . .
Well, at least I was her best. Somehow, that knowledge didn't quell his wrath. Adding insult to injury, she'd also left him a crumpled twenty, as if he were a cut-rate man-wh.o.r.e she'd hired for the night. Somehow, that knowledge didn't quell his wrath. Adding insult to injury, she'd also left him a crumpled twenty, as if he were a cut-rate man-wh.o.r.e she'd hired for the night.
Reyes swore.