Malone's Fate (Haven, Texas Book 14), page 3
“But you . . . you’re you.” She ran her hand through the air between them. “You look like this. Women must hit on you all the time.”
“You calling me easy now, darlin’?” he drawled.
“What? No!” Her eyes were wide with horror.
He couldn’t hold back his grin.
She slapped his chest. “You’re so mean.”
“Poor baby. How can I make it up to you?”
“Hmm.” She tapped her chin with her finger. “I’m thinking that you could let me go down on you.”
“That’s me making it up to you? Sounds like I’m the one who should be going down on you.”
She blushed, shaking her head. “I want to . . . please.”
“You can go down on me, pretty girl,” he told her, stilling her as she tried to slide off him. “But first, I want you naked.”
There were a few seconds where she hesitated. If she started spouting off crap about the way she looked, then he was actually going to spank her. Which was probably a quick way to end tonight’s fun.
But if there was one thing he’d learned from his brothers, it was that they didn’t let their women talk shit about themselves.
And he wouldn’t let Lilac do that either.
However, she surprised him by climbing off him to stand on the floor by the bed. Reaching over, she switched off the main light, leaving just the bedside lamp on.
He didn’t mind, though. Not if it made her feel more confident.
There would be plenty of time for him to properly take her in.
Then she took a deep breath and stripped down to her underwear.
“Fuck, yes,” he muttered as she revealed all those curves to his gaze.
She was pale, her skin smooth and creamy. Her tits were barely encased in a black lacy bra, and she wore matching black panties.
“Love the sexy lingerie, baby.” Had she put it on hoping he’d get to see it? Or was this what she always wore?
He wasn’t sure what he was hoping for most.
“Yeah?” she asked with a shy grin. “I like pretty things.”
“So do I,” he replied.
A giggle escaped her. “That was terrible.”
“Terribly good?” He wriggled his eyebrows. “I agree.”
She climbed onto the bed, crawling over to him. Her breasts were still encased in that damn bra though.
Just.
The bra looked like it was a few sizes too small. Not that he was complaining. Nope. He didn’t care if they popped out.
“Baby, take your bra off,” he commanded as she slid between his legs.
Ignoring him.
He frowned until she ran her tongue along his shaft.
Fuck. Him.
As a distraction that worked a bit too well. He groaned as she took the head of his dick into her mouth, sucking strongly.
Damn. She was good at that. She took more of him, swallowing.
“Baby! Christ.” She almost made him embarrass himself.
She licked her way back up his dick, running her tongue over the head.
His breathing grew faster as he placed his hand on the back of her head. “Take me deep again. That’s it. Good. That feels so fucking good. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
She was making his head spin. The room grew hazy.
“That’s it. More, baby. Good girl.”
Lilac slid up and down his shaft, driving him higher and higher. Her hand grasped the base of him, holding him still so she could lap at him like he was a fucking ice cream.
He saw the bliss on her face. “Do you like sucking my dick, pretty girl?”
She didn’t pause. It was almost like she was in a trance. Off somewhere else.
Yeah, he wasn’t having that.
Reaching out, he took hold of her chin, drawing her away from his dick.
A whimper escaped her, and she tried to move her face away from his hold.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Her gaze shot up to his. Irritation filled her face. “Why did you stop me?”
“Just wanted to be sure you knew whose cock you had in your mouth.”
Red filled her cheeks. “If you didn’t like it . . .”
“Oh, I liked it, baby,” he murmured. “But you looked . . . distant. As though you weren’t here.”
“Shit,” she muttered. “I’m sorry.” A groan escaped her.
“Come here,” he murmured.
He longed to grab her, to tug her toward him. But she looked like she was seconds from losing it and the last thing he wanted was to freak her out.
She gave his dick a sad look. “I was enjoying myself, though.”
A surprised bark of laughter escaped him. “You can go back to sucking my dick soon. I just want to know that you know who you’re with. And that it’s my cock you want.”
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Lilac grimaced. “Sorry.”
“No more sorries. Come here.” This time, he put more command into his voice, and she crawled over him, straddling him once more.
Cupping her face between his hands, he kissed her. It started off light, then grew deeper. He let his hands drop, one going to her tit. He massaged it through her bra.
She drew back, her face flushed, her lips swollen and wet.
“I want to see you.” Without any more warning, he reached behind her and undid her bra.
Tanner only had a few seconds to take her in before her arm came over her boobs, hiding herself from him.
“Uh-uh, no hiding from me. Not by going somewhere in your head and not by covering yourself. Show me.”
“They’re . . . they’re not that attractive.”
“Lilac, I’ve already warned you. No more warnings. The next time, you’re going over my lap.”
Her eyes widened as she dropped her arm. He had no idea what she was talking about. Her breasts were gorgeous. Heavy and lush, tipped by delicious-looking nipples he couldn’t wait to taste.
He moved them so that she was sitting up, leaning back against the headboard and he was between her legs.
“Tanner! What are you doing?” she asked.
“My turn to taste you, pretty girl.”
She shook her head. “No, I want to be the one to do that.”
“Well, sometimes you don’t get what you want. Sometimes, you have to do as you’re told.”
“Maybe I want to be the one in charge.” She glared at him.
“Hmm, do you? Do you want to call the shots, pretty Lilac? Tell me what to do? Or do you want to let me be in charge?”
He could see her thinking. Perhaps she did want to be in control. He’d give that to her if she wanted it this first time.
Sure, he preferred it the other way around.
However, if it helped her become more at ease with him . . . with this . . . yeah, he’d give her whatever she asked for.
It should worry him how deep he was getting with this girl in such a short amount of time. How much he desired her.
“I don’t . . . I don’t know.”
“It’s all right to be hesitant. You don’t know me that well. But just know every inch of you is beautiful. That I want you to feel pleasure. And to feel like a fucking goddess.”
“And you think you can do that by eating my pussy?” she said dryly.
He barked out a laugh. “Well, how about we find out?” Moving back, Tanner grasped hold of her thighs and tugged her until she was lying flat on the bed.
She let out a cry of surprise and he grinned down at her. “Prepare to have your world rocked, baby.”
Lilac rolled her eyes. “Think much of yourself?”
“I don’t think it. I know it.”
“We’ll see. You might be all talk and no action.”
“Those there are fighting words if ever I heard some.” Leaning over her, he placed his hands on the mattress before bending down to kiss her lightly. “Prepare to eat your words.”
“Yeah? You gonna keep talking or put that tongue to other uses?”
“Someone found their sass.”
A strange look crossed her face. Almost . . . regret? Worry?
“I like it,” he quickly reassured her.
“You do?”
“Yeah, baby. I mean, you’re wrong. And you’re gonna go down. But I like the bravado.”
“Um, actually, I think you’re the one who is gonna go down.”
He threw his head back with a laugh. “Why, yes, I am. And you are going to lie there with your hands above your head. No moving them.”
Her breath hitched. “Really?”
“Really. Put your hands up.”
Slowly, she raised her hands above her head.
“That’s my brave girl.”
She made a scoffing noise. “Hardly.”
“You don’t think you’re brave?” He licked his tongue over one tight nipple.
Fuck. Him.
So gorgeous.
“I’ve been a coward for most of my life,” she muttered.
“Don’t like you talking about yourself like that,” he told her before sucking on her nipple.
She let out a low moan.
“Although we do have to talk about you being so friendly to strangers. What if I’d been a creep?”
“Hmm, the jury is still out on whether you are or not,” she teased as he moved to her other nipple.
Tanner looked up at her. “I’d never harm you, baby. Ever.” He swore he saw her eyes glistening with tears before she blinked, and they were gone.
“I wouldn’t let you.”
“Good girl.” He started kissing down her stomach, noticing the way she sucked her stomach in. But he didn’t comment on it; he just kept touching her and gradually she relaxed.
Reaching the top of her panties, he kneeled and drew them off. He took a moment to study her.
“Is . . . is everything all right? I don’t . . . I mean . . . are you . . . crap!” She attempted to close her legs, but he put pressure on the inside of her thigh.
“Stop,” he said firmly as she attempted to roll away. “I want to look at you.”
Lilac was breathing heavily. “Why?”
“Because you’re beautiful and I want to take my time.”
“Usually, men just roll on top and get on with it.”
He lightly smacked the inside of her thigh. “No talking about other men when you’re with me.”
It made him feel murderous. Those other assholes didn’t deserve to look at her . . . to touch her.
She was his.
Bending over her, he kissed her again. “Girls who say bad things about themselves find their ability to talk restricted.”
Her eyes widened. “What does that mean?”
“It means I might gag you.”
“With your cock?” she asked.
He grinned. “Somehow, I think you might like that too much.”
Before she could come up with a sassy answer, he drew her legs farther apart and lay on the mattress between them. Parting her lower lips, he took a long lick of her pussy.
Fuck. Yes.
He wasn’t sure what tasted better. Her pussy or her mouth.
Or her nipples.
He teased her clit with his tongue, flicking it lightly as he drove two fingers into her pussy. God. She clenched around him. She was going to feel good once he was inside her.
Then he realized that she was being weirdly silent. Fuck. Was she upset because he said he’d gag her?
Had he gone too far?
Moving his mouth away from her pussy, he glanced up at her. “You’ve gone all quiet on me, baby. Make noises, tell me what’s going on. What you want.”
“Oh, uh . . . you want me to?”
“Yeah. I didn’t mean you had to be silent when I said I’d gag you for talking badly about yourself.”
Her cheeks grew red. “No, it wasn’t that. It’s just . . .”
“Just what?”
“The, uh, the guy I slept with didn’t like me to make noises while he . . . um . . .”
Yeah. He didn’t like hearing about another guy touching her . . . but he pushed that feeling to one side. He needed to know.
“While he ate you out?”
“Oh no, he didn’t do that. I meant, while he was, uh, fucking me. He liked silence.”
“Well, I want you to make noise.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
Fuck. She was wound up so tight that there was no way she could enjoy herself now.
“Just relax, pretty girl. There’s no right or wrong way to do this.” He placed kisses on the inside of her thighs. Then he lightly moved his tongue over her clit. Over and over until her breathing grew faster and her thighs were trembling.
But she still wasn’t making any noise.
He moved his tongue lower, thrusting it into her passage. She cried out. Better.
But it wasn’t enough.
He drew back and a whimper escaped her. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Good girl.”
That was better. Much better. Grabbing her legs, he pushed them back against her as he ate her pussy. She was trembling, her breathing growing faster.
Fuck.
So good.
Until he realized she’d gone silent again. He pulled back.
“Nooo,” she cried out. “I was so close!”
“Then you better make some noise.”
She moaned. “Oh, Tanner! Take me! Fuck me! Make me yours!”
“Don’t be a brat.” He smacked the side of her thigh. “But, yes, just like that.”
Returning his mouth to her pussy, he was gratified to hear her moan. That was better. A man liked to know he was doing a good job eating his girl’s pussy.
She shuddered, her breathing growing faster and he knew she was close.
“Please! Oh, please! It feels so good.”
Good girl. Come for me.
She cried out as she clenched down around him and came.
Damn. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed to be inside her.
Pulling back, he rolled over to where his jeans were lying on the floor and drew a condom out of his pocket. Kneeling between her legs, he rolled it onto his dick while she watched him, her face flushed, mouth parted.
“You good, baby?” he murmured. “Still want this? Want me?”
“Yes. God, yes. Please fuck me.”
“Actually. I think you should fuck me.”
“What do you mean?”
He grabbed hold of her, then rolled them both so he was lying on his back, and she was on top.
“Tanner!” She scooted off him, kneeling next to him.
“Ride me.”
Her eyes widened. “Ride you?”
“Yep.”
She grinned. “I thought you were the cowboy.”
A bark of laughter escaped him. “I am. Doesn’t mean that I don’t like to be ridden once in a while.”
She bit her lip. “I’ve never . . . I mean . . . I don’t know how . . .”
Tenderness filled him. Mixed in with a fierce possessiveness. “You’ve never ridden a cock before, pretty girl?”
“No.” Her shoulders were hunched. “Are you sure you want me to?”
More than he’d wanted anything in his life.
“Yeah, baby. I want you to. Come here. It’s not rocket science. Put your legs over me. Line my dick up with your pussy, then sink yourself onto me.”
She bit her lower lip but let him help her straddle him. Reaching down, she grasped his dick and slowly started lowering herself onto his cock.
“Oh God.”
“Not God. Tanner. Say it. Say my name.”
“Tanner,” she moaned.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl. Fuck me.”
She slid up and down his dick. Fuck him. She might never have fucked someone in this position before, but she quickly picked up what to do. Placing her hands on his chest, she moved up and down faster. Harder.
Until he was breathing heavily, straining to keep control of himself.
“God, baby. You look so damn good riding me.” Reaching up, he played with her tits, pulling on her nipples. “Keep moving. That’s it.”
“It feels so good,” she moaned as her red hair flowed around her.
His hands went to her hips as he guided her, fucking up into her.
“I’m so damn close.” Moving one hand from her hip, he played with her clit, and she froze.
“What . . . what are you doing?”
“I want you to come with me.”
“Come with you? Come again? I can’t come again.”
“Sure, you can.”
She shook her head. “I’ve never . . .”
Placing one hand behind her head, he drew her down into his kiss. “First time for everything, isn’t there?”
As she started moving again, slower, then faster, he moved his finger over her clit, driving her up higher and higher until she screamed, clenching down on his cock.
He reached his own release, his yell drowning out hers as he found his release.
Breathing heavily, he grabbed her, pulling her into his embrace, still buried inside her. He knew he had to pull out, to take care of his condom, but he just needed to hold her for a moment while they both calmed down.
“That was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had,” he whispered to her as he ran his hand up and down her back.
She stiffened. “You don’t have to lie to me.”
“Baby girl, I don’t lie. Ever. Fucking hate liars.”
If possible, she grew even more tense. He slid out of her and rolled them both onto their sides. “Something wrong?”
“It’s just . . . sometimes a lie isn’t a choice, you know?” she whispered.
“Uh, no. I don’t know. A lie is always a choice. And it’s wrong.”
What was she talking about?
Then she shook her head and smiled up at him. “Of course. You’re right. Lying is always wrong.”
“Got to take care of this.” He walked into the bathroom and got rid of the condom, glancing back as she moved up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make anything weird.”
“You didn’t.” He turned and hugged her against him tight. Something felt off, but he shook that thought away. He noticed that she’d pulled his top on.
Fuck, he liked that.
“Come on. Come back to bed.” He slid away and grabbed her hand to lead her back to the bedroom.
