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  Oh sweet Jesus!

  It was too late to change her mind, even if she wanted to. But Britt had no intention of stopping this delicious foreplay. She welcomed it and tumbled into the clutches of wild, smoldering madness.

  Chapter Six

  Sprawled on her belly with her bound wrists above her head, Britt forced down a lump in her throat. She got the picture now, just like in those bondage magazines Lexi read when she searched for contests to enter her photographs in. Britt had flipped through them a time or two, her first instinct being one of revulsion and incomprehension. But that tiny seed of fascination sprouted, though not tiny enough to keep from soaking her panties. She’d always thought there was something wrong with her to be enthralled by such weird things, and deep down, she’d loved posing for Lexi’s pictures. Fantasies had run rampant and unruly through her mind, but she’d forced them away, worried she’d become a freak if she allowed her thoughts to move in that direction.

  And now here she lay, her wrists tied up and her legs spread for his inspection, on a bed of pink rose petals the way she’d been in the poses Lexi had wanted to mimic for the Leather & Lace Magazine contest. A sense of wayward defiance swept through her, almost as if she’d broken the law. Moisture dribbled from her slit and her nipples ached where they rubbed against the blanket and roses.

  “Remember, if you ever say no, I won’t stop.” He hovered over her back, whispering in her ear. The warmth of his big body permeated her entire backside. Britt shivered, smelling the scent of clean perspiration, of his arousal. It wrapped all around her, in her. “You have to use your safe word before I’ll quit, before I believe you.”

  She whimpered when he dragged his cock over one globe of her rear.

  “Ah, look at you.” He gripped the bikini he’d tied around her wrists. Her eyes flew wide when he looped the other end of the string around the couch leg to hold her arms in place, stretched above her. “So gorgeous on the rose petals in front of a fire, just begging to be fucked.”

  “Then do it.” She arched her ass up, reached as best as she could for his shaft to touch her again, to slip inside her soaked cunt. Her breath came in spurts when he held himself away from her, yet kissed the spot on her neck just below her ear. He traveled lower. His hair brushed her right shoulder blade, whiskers scraped her back and wet lips grazed her skin. She trembled, shuddered. The silky rose petals were pressed against her cheek, her nipples, all along the whole length of her front.

  “Just ravish me.” Was that her voice, her words? “Now.”

  He growled against her spine, his warm tongue flicking out to trace its bumpy length. “Shh. I’ll be the one shooting the orders around here, sweetheart.”

  “R-really?” She panted and closed her eyes when he slid a hand beneath her and cradled one breast. He tweaked the nipple, rolled it between his fingers and rubbed the sensitive peak against the rough surface of his palm. A jolt of electricity shot from her chest to her loins. “And what w-will you do if I disobey you?”

  “Mmm,” he murmured as he trekked lower, nipping at her waist and her upper buttocks. “Today at the rally—damn, you were such a bad girl. I think you deserve punishment. I’ll just have to spank you.”

  The mental image of him swatting her butt sent a shock of hormones bumping through her bloodstream. Her naughtiness today—oh my lord, what had gotten into her? She’d engaged in some very racy behavior while he’d watched her. She’d writhed half naked in a pool of gelatin with a very attractive woman. She’d even kissed that woman and awakened a desire for something she’d never dreamed of pursuing before today.

  It came very close to the level of kinkiness in the pictures. And so did this moment with him.

  “Diego, I’m sorry, I…”

  “I said shh.” He bit harder, and it shocked her to realize the brief pain of it preceded a flood of pleasant heat pooling in her pussy. No one had ever played rough with her during sex before, but she had a feeling this was just a morsel of what would come. The anticipation of what awaited her made her so horny, she didn’t recognize herself anymore.

  “I-I want you to know I’ve never done this kind of thing before.”

  “I know, darlin’. I definitely know.” He shifted lower to trail fluttery kisses over her other butt cheek. His hot breath fanned her skin as he went. His hands were all over her, dragging over her back, ass and breasts, making her muscles feel like a puddle of slush and her clitoris swell. “But you can relax. I’ll take good care of you.”

  He moved back up and leaned down, turned her head so he could capture her mouth in a devastating kiss. His lips were soft and moist, and he tasted of sin and pure animal desire. She strained, turned her head more, kissed him back with a hunger she’d never experienced before, not even with Michelle.

  “Now listen,” he crooned against her mouth, his tongue chasing hers, tracing her lips. “I want you to grip the leg of the sofa. Don’t let go unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

  “Y-yes.”

  The pressure of his fingers on her chin lessened, and she marveled at the disappointment that she experienced at being free of his kiss and the firm grip on her jaw. Seemingly unaware of the bombardment of emotions he stirred in her, he retreated and traveled back down her body. Damn, he drove her mad with a flurry of nips and kisses along her sides. His hands were magical, caressing, molding, pinching, bringing nerves to life she didn’t know existed.

  Then he trailed one hand up her inner thigh and found her crux. It nearly brought her off the floor. She suppressed a scream. Her hips rose to allow him more space when he circled a finger around her clitoris, all but neglecting the hardened pearl that would bring her final release if he would just touch it.

  “Diego…please.” She whimpered and thrashed. The fragrance of roses melded with his arousal—or could that be hers?—incensed rather than soothed her.

  “Quiet.” To illustrate his control, he set one hand on her rump. He paused a few moments then slid a finger inside her sticky passage.

  Britt couldn’t help it this time. She cried out, her song of pleasure echoing off the walls and blending with the soft patter of new-falling rain against the windowpanes. The warmth of the fire engulfed her, competed with the heat her own body generated and the cool burst of air from the air-conditioning.

  She glanced over her shoulder and saw that sweat beaded across Diego’s forehead and chest. He knelt above her. His knees flanked one of hers, keeping it from breaking free. He started an expert pumping rhythm, a gleam of determination in his eyes as he fucked her with first one finger, then another, three, then four. She pulled against the furniture and reared her hips upward to meet his thrusts. Sobs tore from her throat and tears of joy welled in her eyes. Ecstasy groped for her. She could swear she could see it, even hear it as it galloped nearer.

  “Diego, Diego…”

  “Damn you’re so hot. I have to taste those pretty little lips of yours.”

  His words had come to her from a distance. Britt floated in a dream state. It wasn’t until he flipped her back over and closed his mouth over her apex that she understood he meant to taste her other lips.

  His silky, wet tongue did a dance over her knot, followed by a practiced swipe that sent her reeling. She hitched in a burst of hot air. Diego’s fingers remained inside her, filling her, torturing her G-spot while his tongue did wicked things to her outer folds.

  Wild with wanton urges, she yanked against the restraint he’d made out of her bikini, grappled for the couch leg. The yearning to be free overtook her. She longed to wrap her arms around him, to spread her legs wide and let him inside.

  But just when he withdrew his fingers and she thought he’d have mercy on her, she jolted at a reverberating sound. Raps on the door brought her back to awareness, back to the reality that she lay nude on a bed of rose petals before a fire in the living room of a man she’d met only forty hours ago. And she’d let the devil himself tie her up and torture her into a frenzied state of madness.

>   “Britt!” The short little knocks escalated to boisterous pounding. “Open this door now.”

  Diego’s head popped up. Her white cream glazed his dark whiskers. “Who the hell is that? Ignore it.” He growled and dove back in.

  Oh no, it was Lexi. How did she get Diego’s address? Britt squirmed at the humiliation of it. “No, you can’t—”

  Diego held her hips in place. His tongue slipped into her drenched cunt, caressing every inch of her. She had no way of fighting the fire. Her legs fell open in surrender and she arched her head back, gripping the furniture until her wrists and fingers went numb. She tried to stifle a whimper, but instead it exploded from her lips. Her eyes went crossed and she gasped for air, spiraling into the depravity of her pussy being devoured while her friend banged on a distant door.

  “Britt, open up,” Lexi called from the front porch.

  I already am open, you stupid, stupid girl. Go away, just go away.

  “It’s Lexi. Goddamn it, are you in there? I’ve left five messages on your machine and ten on your cell, and you haven’t called me back yet. Are you all right? Geez.”

  “It’s…it’s my friend L-Lexi,” Britt whispered, about to reach the pinnacle of paradise.

  “I don’t know how she found my house, but tell her to go the hell away.” Diego slipped a finger back inside her while his tongue vibrated over her clit.

  Britt groaned. “I-I can’t tell her to go away now that she’s here. She somehow found out where I’m at, and—oh god, I’m going to…”

  She exploded. Her breath hitched in, out. Tremors shook her core, centered where his tongue pulsated on her knot. With each buck of her hips, he finger-fucked her harder, deeper, faster. Somewhere in the distance, the pounding on the door turned into the unbearable pounding in her loins. The orgasm went on and on and on, and Diego didn’t seem ready to stop anytime soon.

  When the final wave washed over her, he yanked his fingers out, collapsed between her legs and pressed the tip of his cock against her soaked cunt.

  “I’m not hearing what I need to hear, babe.”

  Britt looked into his crazed eyes. A light blazed there, one she knew would never extinguish. His disheveled long hair framed a face hard and masculine, yet so handsome it took her breath away just to study it. She could smell her own sex on his breath, and saw that his jaw and lips were glazed with her cream. In that one quiet moment where they became lost in each other’s eyes, the heat built inside her again. Just by those few commanding words and the intimate position he held her in, she knew she couldn’t stop him.

  Unless she uttered the word “pink”.

  But she also knew in her own heart she didn’t want to speak that word, not even with Lexi lurking outside.

  He pressed deeper. The head of his shaft spread her labia. “Do it. Now. Either say it, or tell her to go away.”

  She stared at him for another long moment, amazed at the thought that all he would have to do is shove it to the hilt and she would come again in one stroke.

  “I-I’m fine, Lexi, really I am. H-hold on. Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be right there.”

  “Good girl.” He whispered it in her ear, his voice deep and hoarse with desire. “Now hang on. This is going to be a fast ride.”

  When he slid inside her, she started to scream with the ecstasy of it, but his lips covered hers, stifling the noise. Her own salty-sex flavor burst in her mouth when he pushed his tongue past her lips. To submit to a man with her arms tied above her head, his cock filling every inch of her pussy and his wet tongue exploring her mouth made Britt’s head spin. Desire recoiled in her groin. Her breasts were flattened by his chest, and with every minute move he made, the crisp hairs on his pecs dragged over her nipples, pulling that coil ever tighter.

  “You’re so goddamn beautiful, so horny underneath that prim exterior of yours,” he murmured against her mouth. One hand skated down the sensitive flesh of her inner arm and cupped a breast. Unhurried, he pulled out then pushed back in. Her elixir gushed out around his thickness. “I’m not done with you yet. Tonight’s just the beginning. Let me teach you to let go, baby.”

  The wave neared. She could almost see its crest rising above her, ready to crash on top of her. “I-I don’t know.”

  He shoved in hard, pulled out fast. The tempo picked up. It made her body jerk and her pussy start to spasm. She gasped, his expert movements nudging her to the edge of insanity.

  Somewhere off in the distance she heard pounding again, like a drum. Or could that be her heart pumping hot blood through her system, pooling heat in her loins?

  “Say yes.” He panted, fucked her faster, claimed her. “Let me show you more.”

  The coil had stretched too tight. She drowned in anticipation, ready for it to snap.

  He shoved his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. “Say it.”

  Lexi banged harder on the door.

  “I…”

  During that moment of indecision, one fingertip circled her anus. No man had ever touched her there before, and the shock of it made her heavy eyelids fly wide open. Her gaze met his. He continued to fill her in quick strokes while swirling his fingertip around her rectum and used her own cunt juices for lubrication. She stifled screams brought on by the wicked sensations. She was ready to come, desperate for a baser release. Her loins burned with the rising orgasm.

  But adding this one unexpected form of stimulation brought it to a level she’d never risen to before. It seemed the nerves there were attached to her G-spot, tugging on the one thread that would hurl her over the edge. With each circular motion of his fingertip, her pussy clenched around his cock’s bulk, making him, in turn, stifle a groan.

  “I swear to you, if this turns you on, it’s nothing compared to all the other things I can do to you.”

  He already blew her mind. She didn’t think there could possibly be more than this. But he proved her wrong. She bit her lip on a gasp when he slipped just the tip of his finger into her asshole. An unfamiliar urge overtook her. She needed him to go deeper, and she welcomed the bombardment of fire that it ignited in her ass and groin.

  “Say yes,” he whispered, burying his face in her neck. His kissed her there, causing her to shiver. Sucking her earlobe in between his teeth, he bit down gently and said, “Come on, sweetheart, let me be the one to show you.”

  Let me be the one to show you.

  It echoed in her head even as the coil started to unfurl. His balls pressed against her buttocks and she knew his tight sac must be brushing against his own hand where he continued to play with her anus. She didn’t know what had gotten into her, but the image conjured in her mind made her snap. The orgasm slammed into her so hard she couldn’t breathe.

  Neither could he. He gasped and grunted his release. The warm flood of his cum spread through her pelvis and reached an untouched place deep in her heart and soul.

  She shook her head, more at her own thoughts than at him. “I…I better get that,” she whispered, stroking his damp hair.

  He chuckled and withdrew from inside her. “I think so, before she breaks my door down.”

  She called out to Lexi, “I’m coming, Lex.” Diego winked at her, teasing her about her choice of words. She struggled to suppress a giggle. “I-I’ll be right there. Just hold on a minute.”

  Diego unfastened her wrists and tossed her clothes to her. He located his own and jammed his legs into the jeans. Even in the flurry of activity and the fact that Lexi had somehow found her, Britt couldn’t help noticing that cut, tanned body. Her insides stirred again as she fumbled with her own clothing.

  “Well shit,” Lexi growled through the door and added one last thump to emphasize her disgust. “It’s about damn time. You promised you’d call me about the contest. I’ve been calling and calling. Do you realize we’re down to the last hours here?”

  Britt pulled her t-shirt over her head and drew on her jeans so fast she almost fell flat on her face. Going with it, she
dropped to her knees and rolled the blankets, rose petals and all, into a ball and raced from the room. She deposited the wad on the first bed she came to and zipped back to the living room, smoothing her hair.

  Whoa, she must look a mess. But Diego lounged on the same sofa he’d just tied her to, all lazy and put back together with the remote in his hand. No one would ever be able to guess he’d just brought her to the gates of heaven.

  She took one last, longing look at him and yanked open the door—which it seemed they hadn’t locked in their wild throes of passion.

  Britt took a deep breath and forced some cheer into her voice. “Hi. What’s up?”

  Damn his luck and the bad timing. Diego crossed his ankle over the opposite knee in an attempt to ease the crowding in his jeans. He’d soon find out whoever the hell this Lexi chick was, and why she pounded on his door on a Friday afternoon. He grumbled to himself as he surfed the TV channels. He settled on an old John Wayne western movie, but it didn’t register. All he could think about was how this Lexi had shouted something through the door about a contest. What contest could be so fucking important it couldn’t wait until tomorrow? Well, if Britt didn’t get rid of the woman soon, he’d just have to do it himself.

  Because he wanted Britt again.

  And again.

  He didn’t think he’d ever get his fill of her.

  Britt stared out onto the porch and echoed Diego’s sentiments. “Lexi. Why couldn’t this wait until tomorrow?”

  He couldn’t see the woman or her reaction, but based on her aggressiveness, he had a feeling that would change soon.

  “Uh-oh, we’re back to calling me Lexi. Look, I told you I’d call you Friday. Hello. Newsflash—it’s Friday. You promised me you’d have a decision on the contest. When you didn’t answer your phone or at least text me,” she said in a whining tone as she pushed her way through the door, “I got worried.”

  Britt stepped back, allowing the woman to cross the threshold.