Riding Wild
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Oh, God. She felt it, and she didn’t want to. The emotional connection. Goddamit. Even outside, during this naughty little experiment of hot, wicked exhibitionism, what should have been harmless fun and games, shattered her inside when she looked at him.
He wasn’t f**king her. He was loving her. Not just with his cock, but with all of him. Oh, he hadn’t said a damn thing.
She didn’t need words spoken to know it. She read it in his eyes, felt it in the sweeping caress of his hand along the side of her face as he bent over the table and with his eyes still fixed on her, pressed an intimate kiss to her lips.
Yes, it was hot and it was sexy and she gripped him from the inside out, claiming him at the most primal level.
At the same time he smashed the wall around her heart and claimed it.
Tears pooled and fell from the corners of her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. The funny thing was, they only increased her pleasure, not in any way diminishing it.
The knowledge that no matter what kind of game she played with her own mind, no matter what she said to try and convince herself that it wasn’t true, this wasn’t just a job. She always had been and always would be in love with Mac.
Chapter Ten
Lily was crying. Mac was inside her, and it felt so damn good, but tears fell from her eyes and he didn’t understand what was happening. He stilled and leaned over her, using his thumb to wipe away a tear rolling down her face.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
She shook her head and grabbed his wrists pulling him toward her. “Nothing’s wrong. Don’t stop.”
Her voice was a breathy whisper, her face tight with passion. Her body blushed all over. A fine sheet of perspiration from the sun, from their lovemaking, cast her in the role of a golden goddess spread out before him. He moved inside her and his thought process was lost. If she was okay, then he was okay.
Some women got emotional during sex, or so he’d heard. He’d never had a woman cry when he f**ked her. Then again, Lily wasn’t like any other woman he’d ever been with before. He’d never felt a woman so completely when he was inside her like he felt Lily. The way they seemed to fit so perfectly, the way she responded to him and gave herself to him—all of these things ratcheted up his pleasure in the moment. How could he think of anything else but how she felt wrapped around his cock, hot and wet and squeezing him with soft pulses meant to make him crazy.
She whimpered, but this time it wasn’t distress. She lifted, trying to get more of him. He gave her what she wanted, thrusting deeper, grabbing her legs so they hung in his arms.
Her ass was off the table and the position gave him the best damn view of her pussy. Now he could watch where they were connected, see the way the puffy lips of her cunt grabbed his dick whenever he withdrew. The sight was erotic as hell and any guy would be riveted on it.
But what he really liked focusing on was her face, the way it contorted with an almost painful pleasure whenever he pulled back, then powered forward again. There was nothing more arousing than a woman completely invested in lovemaking, so connected in body and spirit that she could look into her man’s eyes and not feel embarrassed.
Lily made eye contact. God, that was so hot, knowing she wasn’t afraid to look at him while he f**ked her. The way her eyes got glassy, the way she seemed to be able to see inside his mind, read his thoughts, the way he felt connected to her in the most primal of ways, made his balls knot up. Her slick heat was like a torture chamber, and it was the best torment he could ever ask for. He was hot and sweaty and didn’t want to stop. She was beautiful, his little wildcat. The way she looked was mesmerizing. He could stare at her the rest of the day, except he felt a tightening at the base of his spine, the pleasure spiraling up inside him, and he wanted to come in her. It was tunneling through him like a runaway train and he fought to hold it back.
Lily was going to go first. He released her legs, then slid his hands under her back and pulled her up, doing a complete turnaround so that he lay on the table on his back.
Without breaking stride, he settled her on top of him.
“Now finish us off, baby.”
Her eyes gleamed with delight as she straddled him and surged forward, then tilted her head back and rode him hard.
She seated herself fully on top of him, which buried him to the hilt inside her. He paused, feeling the tight walls of her pu**y pulse around him. Then he gripped her h*ps and lifted her, letting her slide down again, watching every inch of his shaft disappear inside her. And her cunt squeezed a welcome as he invaded her, gripping him in a tight vise. Watching what his c**k was feeling was a heady sensation. Seeing her reaction to it was even better.
Her br**sts tipped forward as she palmed his chest, the rosy tips tantalizing him. He cupped the mounds and teased her ni**les with his fingers.
“I like that,” she said.
He liked her voice when she was deep into sex. He liked her mentality even better—wild and uninhibited.
“How much do you like it?” He tugged at her ni**les and her pu**y clenched around his cock. “That much, huh?”
This time, he gave them a light pinch, and she squeezed her thighs against him.
“More.”
When she reached between her legs and began to rub her clit, he knew she was too far gone, that this was going to be over soon. He tugged at her nipples, harder this time, concentrating on Lily and trying to force a halt to the contractions threatening to let loose the floodgates of his orgasm. Not yet, dammit.
“Make yourself come for me, Lily. Let me see it. I want to feel it.”
Ripples of sensation rolled over him, both from her and from within himself. Sweat poured from him at the effort it took to sustain his hold, but he refused to yield. His gaze swept from rapid movements of her hand strumming her cl*tto the look of utter rapture on her face. He felt what she felt—the sweeping waves of her orgasm as her lips parted and soft cries escaped. Her eyes widened as she came and she once again locked her gaze on him, digging her nails into his chest.
The eruption was powerful, blinding him in its intensity. He bucked up against her as the force of it lifted his h*ps off the table. Lily held on as he rocketed inside her, shuddering out a loud groan, then collapsing after he had emptied all he had. Panting, he held onto her h*ps and just stared into her beautiful eyes. And still, she kept eye contact, never once looking away.
She smiled down at him, his vixen suddenly turned angel.
“Your skin is going to fry out here in the sun. Let’s get inside.”
“I’m on top and I’m in charge here now,” she said with a sassy grin.
“Is that right?” In an instant he was upright, still inside her, and walking toward the house. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, but didn’t fight him.
“You just think you’re so tough, don’t you?”
If he was tough, he wouldn’t be doing this with her. She really had no idea how much of a freakin’ marshmallow he really was where she was concerned. “You bet I am.”
“Hmph. I know martial arts. I could take you down right now if I wanted to.”
He paused and looked at her, their noses practically touching. “And do you want to?”
She shrugged. “Not particularly. I’m hot, I’m sweaty, and my muscles ache. And I need a shower. I’ll kick your ass later, after I’ve had a chance to cool off, clean up and rest a little.”
He tilted his head back and laughed. “That’s my practical girl.”
He carried her into the house and didn’t let her go until he had deposited her in the upstairs bathroom, turned on the shower, then dragged her under the water with him. She laughed when he pulled her beneath the wide spray.
After she was wet, he grabbed her shampoo and poured it over her head.
“What are you doing?”
“Washing your hair.”
“Oh.”
He massaged her scalp, loving the way the silky strands felt in his fingers. His buddies would laugh at him for doing this. Not quite manly, but anything he could do to put his hands on Lily was fun for him. He didn’t really care whether it was a guy thing or not. And the rewards for doing it were substantial.
She sighed, made moaning sounds, and she was utter putty in his hands. He tilted her head slightly back to rinse her hair, then applied the conditioner that women seemed to think was necessary after shampooing.
After he was finished rinsing that out of her hair, he picked up the bottle of body wash and poured it into his hands, rubbing his palms together to make a lather. He spread it over her back in slow circles.
“Mac.”
“Yeah.”
“That feels…”
He waited, but she didn’t continue. “That feels what?”
“No one’s ever bathed me before.”
Her voice was so soft it was almost a whisper. He shook his head, unable to believe no man had never catered to Lily. She deserved more than this—more than he could ever give her, that was for sure. A woman like her needed pampering by some rich guy who could give her luxuries, entire days at the spa to be catered to. A maid, servants to cook and clean for her. He smiled, thinking how easily she could slip into that lifestyle. Hell, she’d grown up in it—it suited her.
Not hiding out, being shot at and constantly on the run. That was his life, not hers.
He moved his hands down the curve of her back, slipping his soapy fingers between the crack of her ass. She shivered, then bent forward, casting him one hell of a hot look over her shoulder, one filled with promise.
One part rich girl, the other part biker babe. She was a mix of contradictions, and the only woman he’d ever really wanted. The only one who’d gotten under his skin and hadn’t let loose. How was he ever going to let her go? How could he not? His life wasn’t for her and the best thing he could ever do for her was to cut her loose.
Which was going to happen soon, if all worked out according to plan.
That wasn’t what he wanted to think about right now.
Now he was sliding his hand between the sweet cheeks of Lily’s ass, and she wasn’t pulling away—she shuddered and clenched her butt in a way that made his dick twitch. So he kept his fingers there, skimming up and down the little hole.
“Mac.”
He leaned against the shower wall, sweeping aside the wet tendrils of her hair to nibble on her neck. “Yeah, baby.” He continued to play with her anus, letting her grow accustomed to his touch.
“That feels so…incredible.”
He smiled and played with her a little more, cupping her sex with one hand while he continued to tease her ass. He wanted her focused on sensation, on pleasure. He wanted her relaxed so she could enjoy this play. He toyed with her clit, patting it, giving her teasing caresses and ratcheting up her need. Her panting breaths, puckered ni**les and the way she kept backing into his finger, then thrusting forward against his hand, told him everything he needed to know. She liked what he was doing at both ends.
She was making his dick rock hard. Damn, after the rousing session they’d just had outside, he couldn’t believe he was hard and aching for her again already.
He took it further now, coaxing his finger just past the barrier of her tight muscled entrance. She gasped as he pushed through, then she moaned as he slid his finger in further and pulled it almost all the way out.
“Yeah. Just like being fucked,” he whispered.
“Oh. Oh, God.”
She wasn’t looking at him now. Her eyes were closed, her head against the wall and her palms flat against it. He watched her h*ps thrust forward and back against both his hands. She was lost in it, now.
Christ, he wanted inside her, wanted to share that sensation with her.
“Have you ever had anal sex, Lily?”
She turned her head and opened her eyes, sucking in her bottom lip. She shook her head.
“Do you want to?” Because this had to be her call, her choice.
“Yes.”
No hesitation whatsoever. She wanted it. With him.
Goddamn.
And that look. Innocence, curiosity…and sexual heat.
His c**k twitched and he leaned against her hip, pinning his throbbing shaft between himself and her soft flesh as he continued to prime her. He wanted all of Lily, wanted to be inside every part of her, especially where no other man had been. The thought of sliding his c**k inside her tight, hot hole made his balls quiver.
But he had to ease her through this first time, wanted to make it pleasurable for her. And he didn’t want to halt this moment, but he sure as hell wasn’t going in her this way.
“Don’t move.” He withdrew and washed his hands, then hurried out of the shower, opening and closing drawers and cabinets in the bathroom, praying Tom had something, anything useful. He almost rejoiced with a loud whoop when he found a bottle of lube. Thank God Tom had a sex life. Then he grabbed a condom from his room.
He stepped back in the shower to find Lily leaning with her back against the shower wall, two fingers inside her pussy.
Her hot stare shattered him.
“Damn, baby.”
“I need you, Mac. Hurry.”
He placed the lube on the shelf and planted his hands on the wall on either side of her shoulders, then kissed her with the ravaging hunger eating him up inside. Her tongue thrust into his mouth and met his with wild abandon, her fingers tearing into his hair, pulling with hard yanks. He didn’t care.
He liked his woman wild and needy. He stroked her breasts, plucking at her ni**les until she whimpered against his lips.
When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he removed his mouth from hers and flipped her around so her face was to the shower wall.
“Spread your legs and push your ass out at me.”
She did, but he wasn’t ready to plunge inside her ass yet. He wanted her screaming first, crying out and begging him to f**k her. As soon as she was in position, he knelt and spread her ass cheeks, smoothing his fingers along the soft crack.
He wasn’t f**king her. He was loving her. Not just with his cock, but with all of him. Oh, he hadn’t said a damn thing.
She didn’t need words spoken to know it. She read it in his eyes, felt it in the sweeping caress of his hand along the side of her face as he bent over the table and with his eyes still fixed on her, pressed an intimate kiss to her lips.
Yes, it was hot and it was sexy and she gripped him from the inside out, claiming him at the most primal level.
At the same time he smashed the wall around her heart and claimed it.
Tears pooled and fell from the corners of her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. The funny thing was, they only increased her pleasure, not in any way diminishing it.
The knowledge that no matter what kind of game she played with her own mind, no matter what she said to try and convince herself that it wasn’t true, this wasn’t just a job. She always had been and always would be in love with Mac.
Chapter Ten
Lily was crying. Mac was inside her, and it felt so damn good, but tears fell from her eyes and he didn’t understand what was happening. He stilled and leaned over her, using his thumb to wipe away a tear rolling down her face.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
She shook her head and grabbed his wrists pulling him toward her. “Nothing’s wrong. Don’t stop.”
Her voice was a breathy whisper, her face tight with passion. Her body blushed all over. A fine sheet of perspiration from the sun, from their lovemaking, cast her in the role of a golden goddess spread out before him. He moved inside her and his thought process was lost. If she was okay, then he was okay.
Some women got emotional during sex, or so he’d heard. He’d never had a woman cry when he f**ked her. Then again, Lily wasn’t like any other woman he’d ever been with before. He’d never felt a woman so completely when he was inside her like he felt Lily. The way they seemed to fit so perfectly, the way she responded to him and gave herself to him—all of these things ratcheted up his pleasure in the moment. How could he think of anything else but how she felt wrapped around his cock, hot and wet and squeezing him with soft pulses meant to make him crazy.
She whimpered, but this time it wasn’t distress. She lifted, trying to get more of him. He gave her what she wanted, thrusting deeper, grabbing her legs so they hung in his arms.
Her ass was off the table and the position gave him the best damn view of her pussy. Now he could watch where they were connected, see the way the puffy lips of her cunt grabbed his dick whenever he withdrew. The sight was erotic as hell and any guy would be riveted on it.
But what he really liked focusing on was her face, the way it contorted with an almost painful pleasure whenever he pulled back, then powered forward again. There was nothing more arousing than a woman completely invested in lovemaking, so connected in body and spirit that she could look into her man’s eyes and not feel embarrassed.
Lily made eye contact. God, that was so hot, knowing she wasn’t afraid to look at him while he f**ked her. The way her eyes got glassy, the way she seemed to be able to see inside his mind, read his thoughts, the way he felt connected to her in the most primal of ways, made his balls knot up. Her slick heat was like a torture chamber, and it was the best torment he could ever ask for. He was hot and sweaty and didn’t want to stop. She was beautiful, his little wildcat. The way she looked was mesmerizing. He could stare at her the rest of the day, except he felt a tightening at the base of his spine, the pleasure spiraling up inside him, and he wanted to come in her. It was tunneling through him like a runaway train and he fought to hold it back.
Lily was going to go first. He released her legs, then slid his hands under her back and pulled her up, doing a complete turnaround so that he lay on the table on his back.
Without breaking stride, he settled her on top of him.
“Now finish us off, baby.”
Her eyes gleamed with delight as she straddled him and surged forward, then tilted her head back and rode him hard.
She seated herself fully on top of him, which buried him to the hilt inside her. He paused, feeling the tight walls of her pu**y pulse around him. Then he gripped her h*ps and lifted her, letting her slide down again, watching every inch of his shaft disappear inside her. And her cunt squeezed a welcome as he invaded her, gripping him in a tight vise. Watching what his c**k was feeling was a heady sensation. Seeing her reaction to it was even better.
Her br**sts tipped forward as she palmed his chest, the rosy tips tantalizing him. He cupped the mounds and teased her ni**les with his fingers.
“I like that,” she said.
He liked her voice when she was deep into sex. He liked her mentality even better—wild and uninhibited.
“How much do you like it?” He tugged at her ni**les and her pu**y clenched around his cock. “That much, huh?”
This time, he gave them a light pinch, and she squeezed her thighs against him.
“More.”
When she reached between her legs and began to rub her clit, he knew she was too far gone, that this was going to be over soon. He tugged at her nipples, harder this time, concentrating on Lily and trying to force a halt to the contractions threatening to let loose the floodgates of his orgasm. Not yet, dammit.
“Make yourself come for me, Lily. Let me see it. I want to feel it.”
Ripples of sensation rolled over him, both from her and from within himself. Sweat poured from him at the effort it took to sustain his hold, but he refused to yield. His gaze swept from rapid movements of her hand strumming her cl*tto the look of utter rapture on her face. He felt what she felt—the sweeping waves of her orgasm as her lips parted and soft cries escaped. Her eyes widened as she came and she once again locked her gaze on him, digging her nails into his chest.
The eruption was powerful, blinding him in its intensity. He bucked up against her as the force of it lifted his h*ps off the table. Lily held on as he rocketed inside her, shuddering out a loud groan, then collapsing after he had emptied all he had. Panting, he held onto her h*ps and just stared into her beautiful eyes. And still, she kept eye contact, never once looking away.
She smiled down at him, his vixen suddenly turned angel.
“Your skin is going to fry out here in the sun. Let’s get inside.”
“I’m on top and I’m in charge here now,” she said with a sassy grin.
“Is that right?” In an instant he was upright, still inside her, and walking toward the house. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, but didn’t fight him.
“You just think you’re so tough, don’t you?”
If he was tough, he wouldn’t be doing this with her. She really had no idea how much of a freakin’ marshmallow he really was where she was concerned. “You bet I am.”
“Hmph. I know martial arts. I could take you down right now if I wanted to.”
He paused and looked at her, their noses practically touching. “And do you want to?”
She shrugged. “Not particularly. I’m hot, I’m sweaty, and my muscles ache. And I need a shower. I’ll kick your ass later, after I’ve had a chance to cool off, clean up and rest a little.”
He tilted his head back and laughed. “That’s my practical girl.”
He carried her into the house and didn’t let her go until he had deposited her in the upstairs bathroom, turned on the shower, then dragged her under the water with him. She laughed when he pulled her beneath the wide spray.
After she was wet, he grabbed her shampoo and poured it over her head.
“What are you doing?”
“Washing your hair.”
“Oh.”
He massaged her scalp, loving the way the silky strands felt in his fingers. His buddies would laugh at him for doing this. Not quite manly, but anything he could do to put his hands on Lily was fun for him. He didn’t really care whether it was a guy thing or not. And the rewards for doing it were substantial.
She sighed, made moaning sounds, and she was utter putty in his hands. He tilted her head slightly back to rinse her hair, then applied the conditioner that women seemed to think was necessary after shampooing.
After he was finished rinsing that out of her hair, he picked up the bottle of body wash and poured it into his hands, rubbing his palms together to make a lather. He spread it over her back in slow circles.
“Mac.”
“Yeah.”
“That feels…”
He waited, but she didn’t continue. “That feels what?”
“No one’s ever bathed me before.”
Her voice was so soft it was almost a whisper. He shook his head, unable to believe no man had never catered to Lily. She deserved more than this—more than he could ever give her, that was for sure. A woman like her needed pampering by some rich guy who could give her luxuries, entire days at the spa to be catered to. A maid, servants to cook and clean for her. He smiled, thinking how easily she could slip into that lifestyle. Hell, she’d grown up in it—it suited her.
Not hiding out, being shot at and constantly on the run. That was his life, not hers.
He moved his hands down the curve of her back, slipping his soapy fingers between the crack of her ass. She shivered, then bent forward, casting him one hell of a hot look over her shoulder, one filled with promise.
One part rich girl, the other part biker babe. She was a mix of contradictions, and the only woman he’d ever really wanted. The only one who’d gotten under his skin and hadn’t let loose. How was he ever going to let her go? How could he not? His life wasn’t for her and the best thing he could ever do for her was to cut her loose.
Which was going to happen soon, if all worked out according to plan.
That wasn’t what he wanted to think about right now.
Now he was sliding his hand between the sweet cheeks of Lily’s ass, and she wasn’t pulling away—she shuddered and clenched her butt in a way that made his dick twitch. So he kept his fingers there, skimming up and down the little hole.
“Mac.”
He leaned against the shower wall, sweeping aside the wet tendrils of her hair to nibble on her neck. “Yeah, baby.” He continued to play with her anus, letting her grow accustomed to his touch.
“That feels so…incredible.”
He smiled and played with her a little more, cupping her sex with one hand while he continued to tease her ass. He wanted her focused on sensation, on pleasure. He wanted her relaxed so she could enjoy this play. He toyed with her clit, patting it, giving her teasing caresses and ratcheting up her need. Her panting breaths, puckered ni**les and the way she kept backing into his finger, then thrusting forward against his hand, told him everything he needed to know. She liked what he was doing at both ends.
She was making his dick rock hard. Damn, after the rousing session they’d just had outside, he couldn’t believe he was hard and aching for her again already.
He took it further now, coaxing his finger just past the barrier of her tight muscled entrance. She gasped as he pushed through, then she moaned as he slid his finger in further and pulled it almost all the way out.
“Yeah. Just like being fucked,” he whispered.
“Oh. Oh, God.”
She wasn’t looking at him now. Her eyes were closed, her head against the wall and her palms flat against it. He watched her h*ps thrust forward and back against both his hands. She was lost in it, now.
Christ, he wanted inside her, wanted to share that sensation with her.
“Have you ever had anal sex, Lily?”
She turned her head and opened her eyes, sucking in her bottom lip. She shook her head.
“Do you want to?” Because this had to be her call, her choice.
“Yes.”
No hesitation whatsoever. She wanted it. With him.
Goddamn.
And that look. Innocence, curiosity…and sexual heat.
His c**k twitched and he leaned against her hip, pinning his throbbing shaft between himself and her soft flesh as he continued to prime her. He wanted all of Lily, wanted to be inside every part of her, especially where no other man had been. The thought of sliding his c**k inside her tight, hot hole made his balls quiver.
But he had to ease her through this first time, wanted to make it pleasurable for her. And he didn’t want to halt this moment, but he sure as hell wasn’t going in her this way.
“Don’t move.” He withdrew and washed his hands, then hurried out of the shower, opening and closing drawers and cabinets in the bathroom, praying Tom had something, anything useful. He almost rejoiced with a loud whoop when he found a bottle of lube. Thank God Tom had a sex life. Then he grabbed a condom from his room.
He stepped back in the shower to find Lily leaning with her back against the shower wall, two fingers inside her pussy.
Her hot stare shattered him.
“Damn, baby.”
“I need you, Mac. Hurry.”
He placed the lube on the shelf and planted his hands on the wall on either side of her shoulders, then kissed her with the ravaging hunger eating him up inside. Her tongue thrust into his mouth and met his with wild abandon, her fingers tearing into his hair, pulling with hard yanks. He didn’t care.
He liked his woman wild and needy. He stroked her breasts, plucking at her ni**les until she whimpered against his lips.
When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he removed his mouth from hers and flipped her around so her face was to the shower wall.
“Spread your legs and push your ass out at me.”
She did, but he wasn’t ready to plunge inside her ass yet. He wanted her screaming first, crying out and begging him to f**k her. As soon as she was in position, he knelt and spread her ass cheeks, smoothing his fingers along the soft crack.
