Secretly Craving You(40)

He glanced back at the perp.

"Do it again," he ordered, breathing hard. "Lick her."

Nick spread her legs wide and tongued her clit. It hardened and swelled. She moaned and writhed beneath him, breathing hard, her lips parted. She was so hot. He'd give anything to be alone with her right now.

He glanced back to see what George was doing.

The armed bastard was gaping at Emily's pussy with openmouthed wonder. Drool might drip from his lips at any moment.

"Fuck her," George said, his voice unsteady. Seeming to come back to his senses, he waved the gun.

"Are you insane?" Nick asked. "I'm not going to—"

"Do it, you bastard, or I will."

No way in hell was he letting the psycho touch her. Nick would kill him first. "I don't have a condom." Though it was the truth, he was trying to buy some time or get him to back off in his twisted demands.

"Do you think I care?"

Damn! Nick didn't want his first time with Emily to be at gunpoint with some pervert watching. But maybe if he could keep himself under control, it might work.

Nick unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and his cock sprang out, ready for action despite the extreme danger. That's what Emily did to him.

"Yes, Nick, please," she whispered.

Her enthusiastic words made his cock jolt with need. He stroked the head through her hot, slick moisture and almost grew lightheaded. How could he possibly keep half his attention on the killer?

She lifted her hips and gasped. "Oh, Nick."

He stroked the tip over her swollen clit. "Yeah. Is that good?" How he wished he had a condom so he could at least protect her from pregnancy, but he had to admit, feeling her slick essence on his bare skin was so damned amazing.

"Um-hmm. More," she said. Her back was arched far as it would go, her legs spread wide. She was laid out before him like a virgin sacrifice. And he wondered if this was a replica of some ancient Stone Age fertility ritual.

"Fuck her from the back," George demanded.

"What?" Nick growled.

"Lie behind her so I can see."

This bozo was a porn addict. Had to be.

He wanted to kill the bastard so bad he couldn't stand it, because he was tainting the most precious moment between Nick and Emily. For their first time, he'd always imagined looking into her eyes while he drove into her, seeing her emotions written clearly on her face.

"I can't if I'm handcuffed to the footboard," Nick said.

"I'll unlock them, but if you make one move, I'll shoot you."

Nick nodded, thrilled the nut-job was so determined to get a live porno show that he'd release Nick from the cuffs.

Once Nick's hand was free, he lay behind Emily, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. She arched her back, rubbing her luscious ass against his cock.

In one hand, she held the stone artifact, and the other, she slid back around his neck into his hair. She turned her head and he kissed her lips.

"I'm sorry I don't have a condom," he whispered.

"It's okay," she breathed.

He wouldn't come. He had to keep his wits about him and incapacitate this bastard.

"What are you waiting for?" George demanded. "Slide it in."

Nick ground his teeth, hoping like hell he could keep his sanity once he was buried inside her. Emily arched her back and ground her ass against him. With his hand, he guided his cock to her drenched pussy. Once he felt the head slide between her hot, slick lips, he lost control and thrust into her. She cried out and he growled, the tight heat of her surrounding him and squeezing.

"Oh my god, baby," he said through clenched teeth.

She ground against him, taking him deeper. Almost lost to the pleasure, he groaned.

He never had unprotected sex. This was new for him and extremely erotic. She was scorching, tight and wet.

"Fuck her hard," George said, sounding like one of those obscene phone calls with heavy breathing.

Nick glared at the bastard, wanting to knock him out stone cold so he could enjoy Emily. He withdrew slowly and thrust back into her. Sexual pleasure almost overwhelmed him, but he had to stay alert to what the psycho was doing.

"Damn, you're so wet, Emily," Nick said, loud enough for the creep to hear, hoping he'd become so distracted Nick could disarm him.

Emily's body arched hungrily. She moaned, thrusting her hips back against him, her hand fisted in his hair.

God, she felt so good, he didn't know how long he could maintain control.

George made a choking sound, then grabbed his own dick through his pants.

Yes! Nick's plan was starting to work. Grinding his teeth, Nick thrust again and again, quickening the pace. "Yeah, you're so fucking tight," he growled next to Emily's ear, hoping his commentary would make the voyeuristic bastard lose control.