Chapter 15
Kitt
I lay on the grass where’s he pinned me down on the ground, my head resting at the crest of the low hill. I’m sweaty and breathless, the grass soft against my lower back where my shirt’s ridden up. The stripes riding along my ass sting like fire.
But he’s right, it’s the kind of pain that makes my pussy get wet. He knew it would turn me on—the chase, the whip. It only makes me hate him all the more.
He holds my wrists, cuffed in his big, rough hands as he hovers over me, one knee dug against either side of my thighs.
He stares down at me, struggling to catch his own breath. His eyes flash at me, greedy for his prize. “I told you what would happen if I won and still, you ran.”
“I thought I had a chance,” I lie.
He sees right through me. “You wanted to see what I would do if I caught you. Naughty girl.”
“No. I wanted my freedom,” I lie again.
His blue eyes flash with a hunger that can’t be satiated by cookies. “Then why are you licking your lips like that, looking like you want me to kiss you.”
“You think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you?” Was I licking my lips? It’s hard to know when he’s over me like this, pinning me down and looking at me with that bad boy gaze of his, filthy thoughts written in his eyes. “My lips were dry from running.”
“What would you do if I kissed you?” he asks.
“Slap you.” I give a nervous laugh, thinking of what he said last time I threatened to slap him. “Just joking. But don’t. That seems a little too… personal for what we have going on between us.”
“You being my prisoner?”
“Us being enemies.” Enemies over the fishing laws, over the murder, the control he’s taken over my body.
“But you agreed to me doing anything I want to you, didn’t you?” He runs the tip of his tongue over his own sexy lips. “What if I kissed you somewhere other than your mouth?”
“Oh…” More words fail to come. He’s talking about—eating my pussy? I imagine that beautiful mouth of his pleasuring me and can’t hide the shiver that comes over me.
Always watching, he doesn’t miss my reaction, and he responds with that devil’s grin of his, which only makes me imagine the kiss all that much more.
I’m so sweaty down there. I have no idea what I smell like. I’ve never had a man’s mouth anywhere near that part of my body. What would I taste like?
Would he really enjoy doing…that?
Would I?
Too many unanswered questions bring me to one conclusion: I have to stop him from going down there.
“No.” I shake my head. “Absolutely not.”
He leaves my face, kissing that familiar trail of hot kisses down the side of my neck. “But it’s not up to you, is it?”
I struggle against him, too shy to let him do this to me, to have him that intimate, his face buried in such a private, untouched place.
“Don’t fight me or I’ll do it twice.” His hands leave my wrists. I bring my arms down by my sides. Shoving my shirt up, the chilly air dancing over my skin, his hot kisses have moved to my bare belly. “Haven’t you ever had a man do that to you?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
He glances up from my stomach, eyes locking with mine. The unasked question lingers between us.
I may as well answer.
“I’m a virgin.”
“Jesus.” He stops for a moment. Then a wicked grin covers his face. “That’s alright. This won’t ruin you.”
“Ruin me?” I can barely breathe, his mouth so close to my pussy, quickly unbuttoning my jeans with his deft fingers. It’s not a time for a lecture bringing him to this century of women’s rights.
“Lift,” he demands.
Pressing my hands into the earth, I push myself up, lifting my hips up off the ground so he can tug my jeans and panties down over my hips.
More cool air caresses my body, chill bumps rising on my flesh. Nerves fill me like the buzz of a swarm of bees as he bends down so close I can feel his breath on my naked pussy. He gives me one more devilish look from those blue eyes, then he disappears.
“Oh. God. Oh God.” His hot, wet mouth is fully buried in my pussy. His fingers spread my lips, his elbows part my thighs, giving him wider range, easier access to pleasure me. I’ve never felt anything like this. So warm and wet, I’m worried I’m going to pee or something. I can almost enjoy it, but I’m so nervous, but then…
But then.
“Bayne.” My fingers find his hair, grabbing at it to anchor me to the island. I hold him, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as I moan. “Bayne. God, that feels so good.”
He chuckles against my pussy, the vibrations traveling over my clit.
“I don’t think I can take anymore.” I want to push his head way. I want to pull it closer to me.
But I don’t have any choice in the matter. I’m not the one in control. He’s sucking, licking, nibbling, his beard buried in my wetness. God, he’s going to smell like me. Taste like me. The scruff of his beard moves against the inside of my thighs.
He pushes a finger deep inside me, thrusting it in and out, and the simple gesture is my undoing. My hands slap the earth, my fingernails digging into the loose soil as I scream, grateful only the sheep can hear my cries.
I don’t normally cuss but, “OH! FUCK!”
I’m coming, hard, the feeling closing in on me, making my sight go black, my head go fuzzy, sweat dot my brow. I try to push him off, but he won’t stop. Torturing me till he’s drawing another harsh climax from my body.
When he’s done, I’m left limp on the ground, my body useless and boneless. He sits up on his knees, a satisfied look on his smug face. I watch with heated shame as he drags the back of his sleeve over his mouth. “You taste delicious, little virgin. Best meal I’ve ever had.”
“Oh God.” No longer able to look at him in my shame, I cover my face with my hands, laying there half naked in a wet muddy patch of a mix of his saliva and my own arousal.
The man has ruined me.