Page 23 of Rough Ride

Eliana didn’t wait for Kye to make the first move. She pressed herself against him, her hips tucked between his parted legs, and kissed him. The whisper of his promise still lingered between them as she pulled his lower lip between her teeth and sucked on it. He let out a hot breath through his nose and cupped a hand on the back of her head.

He hadn’t shaved recently, so his stubble scraped at her cheeks in a delicious way. Usually, at a disadvantage, Eliana enjoyed having an upper hand on him as he leaned against the table. Her hands were rubbing the back of his neck, down his chest, and to his waist where she fisted his shirt in her hands.

Kye’s hands rubbed up her back and to her sides where his thumbs brushed the sides of her breasts. Knowing how sensitive she was there, he palmed the tender skin eliciting a moan. Her tongue shot into his mouth, and she grew more aggressive. Kye could feel himself getting hard, remembering the sweet way she tasted, and his hand slid between her legs to cup her heat.

With his lip still between her teeth, she pulled on it, and Kye groaned in both pain and pleasure as she used it to pull him away from the table. When he stood upright, she turned him around, pushed him into the chair to her left, and straddled him in one swift move. The pressure of her crotch on his erection made him even harder, and his hands slid up her back and under her shirt until he pulled it off entirely.

From his seated position, he had a face-full of her gorgeous breasts that he nipped with his teeth. Eliana was grinding down on him, the tightness of her jeans giving her enough friction to stimulate her. What brought her even more pleasure was the feel of him beneath her. It made her feel powerful and sexy to have this level of control. Grabbing a handful of his hair at the roots, she yanked his head backward and started biting at his throat.

“Eli,” he hissed when she bit into him. She was grinding harder and faster, and the movement was driving him insane. If she kept this up, he’d have to change his pants. She was biting his earlobe hard enough to distract him from the hand that was moving between them, but the moment she cupped him and squeezed he was entirely aware of her clever fingers. She’d drawn his belt free from the buckle and was unbuttoning his jeans. With the zipper down, her hand slid inside his pants. “Eli!” He took her by the shoulders and pushed her back. She had to stop.

Her eyes looked down and searched his for a moment. Her lips were swollen, and tiny red dots from the scratch of his beard were forming on her chin. Flushed cheeks and dilated pupils, messy hair— she was the picture of erotic. She oozed sex. Resisting the urge to throw her on the table and fuck her right then, he gave her shoulders another gentle push urging her to move off of him.

Eliana bit her lip as she slid off his lap. He sighed and tried to catch his breath. His relief was premature, however, as instead of moving to her feet, Eliana dropped to her knees. Hands on his inner thighs, she pushed his legs open and dug her hand inside his pants.

His erection popped out of his pants like the final note of a jack-in-the-box had been struck and the weasel was free. Any protest he was about to speak was lost the moment her hand wrapped fully around him. His groan was long and startled him at how loud it was. Apparently, the days of ungratified erections had finally taken their toll.

He looked down at her as she stroked him. Her eyes were glazed, and she was biting her lip to repress her own moan. Clearly enjoying what she was doing, he relented to sit back and let her have her way. God, it felt good. She slid closer to him, pulled his pants and boxers down farther to fully release him, then her mouth was on him.

“Oh… God,” he croaked out, head rolling back, hips bucking, teeth gritting, hand burying in her hair. Her mouth was hot and wet, and her tongue lapped at him in eager curiosity. “Slowly… slowly,” he managed to say as he held her by the hair. Eliana followed his instructions, slowing the movement as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft.

His cock was thick, and it pulsed in her mouth. She resisted a gag as it hit the back of her throat, but the more she relaxed her jaw, the easier it was to take his full length. He was patient, and the way he guided her with his hand showed her exactly what he wanted. What he needed. Kye tasted salty, and every groan he emitted moved through him and into her.

She could feel herself creaming, she was so turned on by him. Was this how he had felt the night before? Exquisitely aroused by the effect he’d had? Blissful to be so stimulated by the pleasure his mouth had given her? Because that was how she felt. When she gently held him with her teeth and her tongue flicked the underside of his tip, he shuddered, abdominal muscles contracting, and she tasted his precum.

So she did it again. Kye gasped and cried her name. Using one hand to grip his base, the other to massage his testicles, her tongue was relentless as it continued to apply pressure to his most sensitive spot. As his orgasm neared, she was finding herself more turned-on and she moaned, the vibration of her humming sending shockwaves through him.

Kye watched her moving against him. The woman between his legs the embodiment of perfection. When she leaned back enough to look up at him, the moment their eyes met, he came completely undone. His orgasm ripped through him, and every muscle in his body contracted as though he’d been electrocuted. She sucked on him until he expelled everything he’d stored up. Even after he was empty, she peppered him with kisses, took his testicles in her mouth, one at a time, and left him panting and completely spent.

Kye was still melted against the back of the chair like a snowman in spring when she turned from the sink where she’d rinsed her mouth. Wiping her lips with the same dishtowel, she felt an overwhelming sense of gratification as she watched him. He tucked himself into his pants but stopped when she moved to straddle him again.

Her self-satisfied smirk was bordering on wicked as she began buckling his belt for him. Thinking it all comes in turns, he began kissing at her throat and reached for her. “Uh-uh,” she said, pushing his hand away and zipping his fly. “Let me just enjoy you,” she whispered and brushed his lips with hers.

Kye pulled her in for a deeper kiss. “I’m not going to complain,” he commented and rubbed her bare back. Her skin was warm and in his relaxed state, he felt himself melting into her. He could feel her still buzzing with arousal. The way she moved against him still. She’d gained a confidence in the way she touched him that made him feel invincible.

Eliana was using him to explore a side of herself that she hadn’t allowed herself to before. Knowing this, he felt his own reserve, the small part of him that had always remained detached when he’d been with a woman, break down. The way she cradled his head while she kissed him, slower and softer, touched him. He held her face with one hand and locked eyes with her.

So this was intimacy. Without consciously admitting it, Kye, for the first time, felt safe. And that scared him shitless.

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Kye quietly peeked his head around the corner of the living room. Eliana was sprawled on the couch, feet propped on the coffee table next to a mug of tea that was still steaming. Her eyes were fixed on the case file on her lap, and the cap of a red pen was hanging loosely from her lips.

After their tete-a-tete, he’d excused himself to take a shower. He’d lingered longer than was likely realistic, but he’d needed the space to clear his head. There wasn’t a moment of his time with her he’d have taken back, but he’d been surprised by the onslaught of emotion that had come with his orgasm.

Images of the women he’d slept with before had flooded him when he’d stood under the hot water. While he had never previously felt any level of guilt, and still didn’t, he couldn’t deny regret. Like a novice with a gun, he’d trained himself how to be after the recoil. When he’d taken what he wanted, or more often than not, they had taken what they wanted from him, that was it.

Save for a random Wall Kat looking for prestige, he’d never found any woman who wanted to attach themselves to him any more than he desired more than a few nights with them. That wasn’t how things worked. The Demons changed arm candy more often than they rotated their tires. He couldn’t remember waking up next to a woman let alone wanting to spend a full night with them.

Then there was Eliana. When he’d held her after she’d gone down on him, he felt more connected to her than he’d felt to anyone before. She’d held him, cradled him, and he’d clung to her too. Even after showering, her scent invaded him. He felt her on a cellular level. Like a premonition, he’d imagined waking up in bed with her. Traveling with her. Riding up and down the coast on his bike. Settling down, marrying her. Christ, even having kids with her.

In one moment, she’d ruined him.

Seeing her lounging in the living room, it was like his heart had taken a vacation from his chest and had taken up residence on the couch. He’d never denied he was still in love with her. That love, though, unrequited the last decade, had only grown. Now it sat in front of him in the most vulnerable position it had ever been. Her very life was threatened and likewise, if she died, so would he. Eliana was his one purpose now. He’d never be able to imagine a future without her. He didn’t want one.

Taking the opportunity while she was distracted, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and fired off a quick text message to an unmarked number, one he was very familiar with. Given the state of things, Kye didn’t have much time to make plans.

And boy, did they need plans.