Page 23 of Rough Choice

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“All set,” Grier said, walking out of the florescent-lit office of the one-story motel. He tossed a key ring with a single orange tag and key to Kye who caught it easily. “You’re on the end, and I’m on the complete opposite side of the motel. Try not to need me for anything.”

“Funny,” Kye said, rolling his eyes and looking back at Eliana who was still resting on the back of his bike. The night was cloudy, and only the sparse streetlights illuminated the parking lot. Even still, he could see her beaming smile.

“Goodnight, Grier,” she called to his retreating back. He lifted a hand in a single wave and disappeared behind the row of cars. Having made it safely to El Paso, they decided to stop for the night and cross the border in the early morning before it became too crowded.

“My lady,” Kye said, extending a hand to her. Eliana looked back at him and took his outstretched hand.

“Ow!” she said with a chuckle as she dismounted. Taking her hand back, she rubbed her inner thighs. “How do you walk after riding all day?”

“You get used to it,” Kye laughed as he watched her struggle to take a few steps.

“My thighs are on fire,” she complained, but her face expressed amusement.

“Funny,” Kye said, stepping closer and taking her arm, “mine too!” Slinging her arm over his head, he hoisted her over his shoulder.

“Kye!” she squealed and laughed when he gave her ass a hard smack. “What about my bag? I need my clothes!” Kye was already at the door to their room and with one hand unlocked the bolt and pushed the door open with his foot.

“Eli,” he said, kicking the door shut and tossing her onto the bed, “for the next eight hours, there isn’t a single article of clothing you’ll be needing.”

Eliana was biting her lip as she looked up at him, and Kye tugged his shirt off over his head. With the small amount of light that trickled through the thin curtains, she could see the shadows of the dark room washing over his ripped stomach. His defined chest rippled as he began unbuckling his belt, his slow and deliberate movements making her ache with desire.

His smooth skin was only tarnished with the occasional scar. Stories she would make him tell her one day. The bruising from his beating had mostly faded over the last few days, and the hungry look he was giving her spoke volumes of just how recovered he was.

When his pants hit the floor and he stepped out of them and his shoes in two quick movements, he was on her. Grabbing her by the ankles, he tore her boots off and yanked her pants down. Their earlier amusement had faded to carnal desire. Eliana sat up and pulled her shirt off. Before she could set to the task of unhooking her bra, Kye grabbed her by the front of it and hoisted her onto her knees.

Taking a fistful of her hair at the root, he yanked her head at a sharp angle to claim her mouth. She moaned, loving the way his warm body pressed against hers as he knelt on the bed in front of her. His free hand didn’t waste any time as he dug in the front of her panties and slid two fingers between her folds. Her hips bucked at the sudden contact, and he sank his teeth into her bottom lip.

“Kye,” she breathed when his mouth moved to her neck. He pulled back to look into her eyes, the dangerous expression making her wet. He was back at full force, and his focus was now entirely on her. “Don’t hold back…”

“You asked,” he said in a warning tone. She cocked her head to the side, challenging him with her eyes. He growled low in his throat and yanked her hips against his. The hardness of his erection pressed against her, and her legs involuntarily squeezed together.

His kiss was fierce, and her mouth was slow to keep up with his insistent tongue. Her hands drew down his chest, running over the dusting of hair that ran down below his belly button. When she gripped him, he hissed a sharp breath and grabbed a handful of her ass. The grip he had was painful, but it sent shockwaves through her. The crack of a hard smack against her bare skin echoed in the room, and she gave a short yelp.

Her response was to grip him tighter and begin jerking her hand along his length. Kye grabbed the back of her bra and tore the hooks free. Her heavy breasts fell free, and he took a nipple between his teeth. Her cry was louder, and she dragged a hand through his hair. He took her firmly by the hips and flipped her around before pushing her onto her stomach.

The fabric of the comforter on the bed was scratchy against her skin, and her senses, which were on high alert, felt every strand of it beneath her. Kye hovered over her as he took in her bare back, carefully and painstakingly slowly pulling off her thong. When she lifted her hips to help them slide off easier, he jerked her backward, her knees tucking under her to elevate her backside.

Then his mouth was on her. Hot and aggressive, he tasted and lapped at her from behind. Her moan was guttural, and she buried her face in the pillows, eyes squeezed shut to savor every delicious flick of his tongue. Her legs were trembling already, and she was fast reaching a climax. Her body actively protested when he backed away. She moved backward hoping to find him, but he was already holding her hips, his erection fitting between her legs.

Kye didn’t give her any time to adjust as he sheathed himself in one hard thrust. “Fuck,” he groaned and pulled out of her only to slam back inside. The feel of his hardness inside her was bliss, and the way he relentlessly drove out and back in sent wave after wave of burning pleasure through her. Kye’s breathing was heavy, and the way his shaft pulsed inside her slick heat made him lose himself.

He’d never taken her like this, and the feel of her tight ass against his pelvis, the way she pushed back against him craving him deeper inside, the way her walls clenched around him, drawing him in, he needed more. Sweat trickled down his chest, beading between his abdominal muscles, and the slap of their damp skin mixed with their passionate cries.

Kye was so deep inside her she could feel him hitting the opening to her womb inside. The stretching and ministrations were the perfect mix of pain and rapture. Her body seemed to react to everything he was doing, and when he gave her ass another hard smack of his hand, her back arched and he tugged on a handful of her hair until her throat was exposed and her breathing was forced into short rasps.

Though her position was one of complete submission, she did her best to draw her hips back. His pace was unyielding, however, and it was all she could do to brace herself on the bed and let him have his way. Breasts bouncing with the impact, she held herself up on her forearms, cheek pressed against the scratchy comforter. Even though he was using every inch of her body for his pleasure, he hadn’t forgotten about her needs.

Kye’s hand wound around her front to cup her clit, and with every thrust, it rubbed and drew tension against her most sensitive spot. Eliana’s fingernails dug into his arm. The feeling of fullness combined with his firm hand against her sent her into climax. Her juices flowed over him, and the spasms of her body brought Kye with her.

Collapsing on top of her, his chest pressed against her back, he delicately removed himself and massaged her butt where a red handprint had formed. “Did I hurt you?” he asked as he kissed the back of her neck and pulled the sweaty hair away from her face.

“Mmhmm,” she murmured in a lazy tone with a soft smile. She pressed her back more firmly against him. “And I hope you’ll do it again soon.”

Kye heard the shower running when he stepped back inside the motel room. He’d left early that morning on an errand with Grier and when he had, Eliana had been sleeping peacefully in the bed. It was a few hours later, the sun was up now, and he wasn’t surprised she’d risen in his absence.

The sheets were still rumpled, and her clothes were strewn about. He’d left her bag just inside the door, and it lay open where she’d retrieved a clean set of clothes and her toiletries. Kye set the bag containing a fast-food breakfast and the cardboard carrying tray of coffee on the small end table and poked his head into the bathroom.