Seeing Red(40)

“Good. I don’t want to know. Will you do me a favor?” This time when she laughed, it was lighter. Her voice had taken on a bell-like quality. “Another favor, I mean. I’ll forever be owing you favors.”

And he was glad to do them. “Of course. Name it.”

“Will you make love to me? Distract me? Maybe I’ll avoid a panic attack this time.”

“Being with you isn’t exactly a chore.” That was an understatement, and he knew it. The fact that she even asked him blew his mind. She could have just taken what she wanted, and he would happily comply.

“If you say so, but could you…” She eased back away from him, and the bed shifted a bit as she pushed up onto her elbows. “I feel like a dirty whore for even thinking it.”

Intrigued, he sat up, too. “What?”

“I want you not to hold back. You always treat me like you’re going to break me. You’re not. If it hurts in a way I don’t like, I’ll tell you. I promise.”

“You want it rough, is that what you’re saying?”

He didn’t want rough with her. Rough was what the women who only wanted him once or twice asked for.

“I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t think straight. I don’t want to think, Sergei.”

That made two of them.





Chapter 12



“Are you sure about this?” Seth trailed his fingers up and down Meg’s naked spine with a featherlight touch that made her core contract and skin tingle.

How many times did she have to tell him? She’d given her consent repeatedly, five times at her last count. She really couldn’t understand his hesitance. With any other man, there would have been less discourse, more intercourse. “Please.”

He planted his hands on the bulbs of her ass and paused, briefly, before raking his fingers down and parting her lower lips. His cock’s head pressed against her opening, and her muscles contracted, waiting on him to do something—anything—besides tease.

She wriggled her hips, and behind her, he sighed, increasing his grip on her waist and stilling her.

“No need to—” She couldn’t get the words out, because he worked one of his large fingers between her lips and pressed down her tongue at the same time he shoved his naked cock into her in one intense thrust.

When she cried out, he swirled his finger around her mouth and removed it, pulling his dick out of her slow and easy now that he’d engaged her wetness.

The finger that had been in her mouth moments before found her clit’s hood, and he leaned over her back, thrumming the swollen nub like a guitar string as he increased his pace behind her.

He nudged her legs farther apart and growled out between clenched teeth, “Touch it. I need my hand.”

So she did. She took over the rubbing, squeezing, and plucking he’d been doing, and moaned at the fullness she felt.

With his hands on her hips, he was pulling her back with every thrust he made so his head hit the very end of her, but she could tell he was holding back. His lovemaking seemed scripted rather than unfettered. He was giving her what he thought she should have, instead of what she wanted.

“Harder,” she growled. “I want to feel it tomorrow.”

He grunted something low and foreign and increased his thrusts even more, so the front of his thighs slapped the back of hers, and his balls bounced against the hand she pressed to her mound.

Thick and long, he filled every inch of her, stoking sensitive zones and sending pleasurable contractions up to her belly and tingles down to her curled toes.

“Now you’re cooking with gas, big boy.”

He slowed. “What?”

“Never mind. Do that again. Deeper.” She tried to wriggle her hips again, but his grip was too strong.

“Do you have limits, Megan?” He loosened his hold on her thighs and continued thrusting while reaching beneath her to grab her nipples between his fingertips.

She could only moan as he twisted and squeezed, and her body began to feel boneless and weightless as all of her nerve endings came online at once. “Limits? Yeah. One man at a time.”

He resumed his previous upright position with his hands on her hip bones, and pulled her against him so hard, their skin made a slapping sound. “What else?”

“I—I don’t—” Now wasn’t really a great time to be talking. She vaguely registered lightning streaking the night sky outside and thunder rumbling nearby, but the only thing that seemed important at the moment was her breathing and hoping her heart didn’t stop. She clawed at the rumpled sheets for purchase and dipped her back lower, changing her angle because she feared her legs would give out.