Chapter Five
CHAPTER FIVE
“ I ’ll do more than prove it. I’ll fuck you until you can’t remember your own name, baby.” Nash seized Haisley’s nape in one large palm. The other, he curved around her hip and yanked her flush against him. The shock of her softness nestled to his solid frame wrenched matching groans from their throats. He drilled down into her eyes. “I’ve waited so long to touch you. I’m going to ruin you utterly for anyone else.”
He had no fucking idea what made him vow that—the heat of the moment?—but even imagining another man’s hands on her made him homicidal.
A needy shudder rocked her body. She arched closer in blatant invitation, silken curves melting to his hard edges. They fit perfectly together. Desire scorched Nash’s veins.
In the moment, he swore she’d been made for him to fuck. God knew no other woman had ever twisted him in knots like this one. He loved that she not only kept him on his toes, but sometimes had him sprinting to catch up.
The thought evaporated when she wound her arms around his neck and dragged her nails against his scalp with a low moan. Something primal and ravenous unleashed itself from his mental chains. This woman might just be the death of him…but what a pleasurable way to go.
As his fingers crept up to fist her hair, he sealed his mouth over hers in a searing clash of lips and questing tongues. She tasted sweet, but her flavor had a darker, richer edge he’d never forgotten that was pure Haisley.
With a groan, he hauled her even closer as he bent and angled his throbbing cock against the soft heat of her pussy.
If she backed out now, he’d be hard-pressed not to toss her over his shoulder and cart her caveman-style into his bedroom. Even imagining burying himself in Haisley’s slick, soft cunt had his control fraying. And now that he’d gotten drunk on another taste of her lips, Nash didn’t think he’d survive tonight without her.
What about tomorrow? Whatever this was between them burned so fucking hot. What were the chances they’d be able to extinguish the fire before dawn? For the rest of their lives? Nash wasn’t convinced the ferocious ache she stoked would be snuffed out in a single encounter.
But that was a future-him problem. Nothing was stopping him now.
Haisley dragged her nails down his back in scorching trails, her lithe body writhing shamelessly against him as their tongues wrestled for dominance. Her satin rasped against his denim, filling the quiet only broken by their harsh, panted breaths and long moans. Nash cradled her lush ass in his big hands, squeezing and kneading as she hooked one silky thigh over his hip in blatant invitation.
With a low, guttural growl, he hoisted Haisley up until she straddled his waist. He pinned her against the nearest wall as she arched and gasped, grinding against him in a maddening tease.
“Naaash,” she moaned.
Mindless with desperate desire was exactly how he craved her.
“I’m here. You’ve got me,” he vowed, his lips making a molten trail down her soft throat. “All of me. As many times as you can take me tonight.”
Haisley responded with a full-body shudder, her thighs tightening as she writhed against his aching cock. Electric sparks of sensation licked across his nerve endings, driving his hunger higher.
Nash captured her plush mouth again in ravenous possession, trailing his hands down the curve of her hips and over the velvet skin of her thighs. He bunched her dress in his fists and tugged the shiny fabric up to her waist. And as he thrust deeper into her mouth, he rocked his erection between her legs. Through her flimsy underwear, he could feel how hot and wet she was.
Whimpering, Haisley clung, her soft arms clutching him as she surrendered to him kiss by shuddering kiss. But Nash feared he was the one losing it. She still had all her clothes on, and he was already a goddamned goner. After tonight, after he’d mapped Haisley’s every lush curve and tasted every delectable inch, would he really be able to walk away?
She tore free from their kiss, panting roughly, and met his stare. Her eyes were dilated and dark with need. The way she visually consumed him ignited something ferocious inside him. A flame impossible to put out.
Then she licked her way up his neck. An explosion of tingles sent a shudder rolling through his body. Before he’d recovered, she nipped at his lobe, rubbing against him again and supercharging his demand.
He wanted her naked and under him right now.
With a growl, he lifted her away from the wall and gripped her tight against him, carrying her to his bedroom. Once inside, Nash maneuvered her onto the mattress, then covered her body with his own. He slanted his mouth over hers again, his big palms skimming her silky panties and even softer thighs until he reached the dress bunched around her middle. With a ruthless tug, he dragged it farther up her body.
Haisley writhed and twisted under him, eyes closed, legs parted, as he dragged the fabric over her flat stomach and delicate torso. Beneath him, she gasped and gave another sensual roll of her body, rubbing her sweet pussy against his straining hardness. At the blistering friction, a harsh groan tore loose from Nash’s throat.
Fuck, she was fraying his restraint. If he didn’t strip her down and get inside her soon, he was going to combust.
“Off.” He plucked impatiently at her little dress.
Together, he yanked and she pulled until the garment cleared her body, and he hurtled it to the floor in a forgotten heap. He drank in the sight of her clad in nothing but a scanty black bra and matching lacy underwear.
In the moonlight slanting through his windows, her skin glowed such a pearly, unspoiled shade of pale, especially against the dark lingerie. He’d never seen a woman look so velvety perfect. Damn. He was rarely speechless, but just looking at her tied every part of him up in knots, including his tongue.
His brain shut down. Instinct took over, and it told him to bury himself deep, claim her, and never let go.
He ripped her panties down her thighs and tore them free from her body, flinging them who knew where. At the same time, she tugged at her bra, arching to unfasten the hooks behind her back. Then she tossed the lace-and-wire scrap to the floor. Every inch of her body was blessedly bare.
Haisley caressed her breasts in shameless flirtation and parted her thighs. “That look on your face…”
“You’re beautiful.” Utterly perfect in her flushed, tousled desire for him.
“Yeah? I would have sworn you intend to nail me into the mattress.”
“Oh, I do.”
But he had to get these jeans off first—before they strangled his cock.
When Nash vaulted off the bed and reached for his fly, Haisley spread across his mattress provocatively. He damn near swallowed his tongue.
“Like what you see, hotshot?” She raised one dainty foot and trailed her sole over the ridge of his denim-clad arousal.
Her teasing rasp was pure sin as she applied toe-curling pressure, massaging him with her foot. Heat detonated through Nash’s veins at the erotic contrast—her cool challenge against his scorching want. Her soft caress against the rough texture of his denim.
A feral growl rumbled up from his chest. “Fuck.”
“That’s the plan. But it’s your turn. Get naked.”
Nash shed his shirt and ripped at his fly before kicking away his jeans. Her hungry stare unabashedly consumed him, tracing his wide shoulders and his heavy, inked pecs before dropping to the bulge in his boxer briefs. “What about the rest?”
“Once these come off, I’ll be inside you. And before we start that, there’s so much of you I want to savor. Starting with those nipples…”
Everything about Haisley appealed to him, from her fiery hair and saucy smile to her little painted-pink toenails—and all the delectable parts of her in between.
Since she thought this was their one and only night together, he needed to heap so much pleasure that she changed her mind. And forgot any other man who had ever touched her. Saying he wanted to ruin her for every other guy hadn’t been an idle threat. He didn’t want to think about why.
Nash sank onto the mattress, caressing her silken thighs and nestling against the shock of red hair between them as he covered her with his own body in a tangle of legs, rough to smooth. Groaning, he fell onto her breasts, cupping them in his big hands, and worked his lips across her soft, pure skin. He teased her, laving and circling close to her sensitive nipples, but never quite touching them.
Under him, she writhed and arched. Her breathing roughened. Her legs grew restless. Her moans turned louder.
Haisley scorched him to the core.
He skimmed a tormenting thumb just under her swollen tip, brushing tantalizingly close. “Want something, baby?”
“Stop playing games. You know what I want.”
“Yep. I know exactly what your body craves. But I won’t give it to you until you spell it out for me—every dirty detail.”
Her lashes fluttered up to reveal dilated blue eyes. Knowing he’d aroused her torqued up his desire another notch.
“You want me to explain how you should pleasure me?”
Oh, she was being her sassy self—and playing with fire. He skimmed his thumb close to her steely peak again. “Does it really feel like I need you to teach me?”
“N-no, but?—”
“No. I just want to hear you beg me for what I know you need.”
She frowned. “We’re exchanging pleasure; you’re not bending me to your will.”
He wasn’t budging until she lowered her walls and at least tried to be vulnerable. “Is that what you think? Since I’m not the one on the bottom, hungry for orgasm, I’m calling the shots. And I can do this all night, baby.” He rocked his rigid cock against her pussy, reveling in the way she burned him with her damp heat. “How about you?”
“Bastard.”
“Did you think I was a nice guy?” He dragged his knuckles over her distended nipples and delighted in her gasp.
“I didn’t think you’d torment me for fun.” She tried to sound angry, but her voice came out as somewhere between a groan and a plea.
“Give me what I want, and I’ll relieve that ache throbbing between your legs.”
She pressed her lips together mulishly. “I don’t beg any man for anything.”
“I’ll be the one to change your mind.” He climbed over her, reached into the nightstand drawer, then withdrew a pair of padded cuffs. Before she could even sputter, he had them attached to her wrists with the chain attaching them looped around the decorative slats of his headboard.
Her eyes widened. “What the hell?”
“Are you scared?” If she was, he’d let her go instantly.
“No.” She scoffed.
“Good. I would never hurt you.” He kissed his way up her throat and hovered over her pouting mouth. “But you sure do look pretty bound and at my mercy. Be a good girl, and I’ll reward you in ways you’ve never imagined.”
Nash punctuated his promise by exhaling hotly on one stiff nipple. He followed up by slowly dragging his tongue over the engorged tip.
Her breath caught. Her body stiffened. In the next heartbeat, her back arched. A whimper slipped from between her lips. “Nash…”
He did the same to her other nipple, then murmured against her skin. “Yeah, baby. Something you want to say?”
“I’ll get you back for this.”
“I look forward to it. But if you want more, you know what I need to hear.”
Haisley dragged in choppy breaths, her cheeks now red. The flush spread to her chest. Another moan escaped her throat as she tugged at the cuffs. Fuck, she looked stunning. And her needy sounds were some of the sweetest he’d ever heard.
But Haisley was a stubborn thing, biting her lip to hold in the surrender on the tip of her tongue.
“I’m waiting,” he whispered.
“Fuck you.”
“No, baby. I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to both beg me and thank me for it.” He nipped at her first stiff peak again, then followed it with a teasing suck—a moment of relief before he pulled away again. “Unless you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Are you sure?” he taunted. “I’ll uncuff you, help you get dressed, and send you on your way, wet and aching.”
“I own a vibrator.”
“You really think that will satisfy you better than I can?”
Haisley let loose a long whine and shook her head. She was so, so close to giving in, he could almost taste it.
“That’s what I thought,” he drawled, thumbing her nipple. “You going to stay?”
“Yes, goddamn you,” she gasped. “I’m staying.”
Triumph filled him. “Then you know what I want to hear. Say the filthy, magic words, and I’ll give you all the orgasms you can handle.”
Again, he sucked one of her nipples, rolling it across his tongue, tugging on it with a gentle nip of his teeth.
She grabbed the headboard with a whine that dripped need. “Please.”
“There it is… There’s my good girl.” He rewarded her by plucking her other nipple between his lips and dragging it in deep.
Haisley twisted and moaned, halfway to mindless. “Please…”
“Anything you want, baby. Spell it out for me.”
“Your lips. Your tongue. Your teeth.” She lifted her torso in offering, presenting him her engorged nipples. “Suck them. Give me more. Make my toes curl. Don’t stop.”
Normally, he’d remind her that she wasn’t running the show, but since her request dovetailed with his plans, he didn’t push back. “My pleasure. That’s one thing you’ll learn about me. Play nicely, and I’ll be a giver.”
Then he stopped using his words and unleashed the ferocity of his desire on her tender nipples—sucking, nipping, laving, pinching, squeezing, tormenting—until her skin flushed a beautiful, head-to-toe rosy red. She spread her legs wider and encouraged him with writhing hips.
Fuck, she exceeded every fantasy of her he’d ever dreamed up.
“Nash,” she panted. “Nash…please. I can’t—” She sucked in a shocked breath when he curled his tongue around one of her plump points again and caressed his way down her body. “Oh, god. I need…”
“What? Tell me, baby, exactly what you want and how you want it.”
“I need to come.”
“I know.” He rolled her clit under his slow-churning fingers. “Give me details. Beg me. Sweetly.”
She panted, meeting his stare with desperate eyes. “You’re being an asshole!”
“Tsk, tsk. That’s not going to end your torment.” He circled her most sensitive nub again.
“Why?”
Nash knew exactly what she was asking. “Do you need me to spell out that I like to be in control in the bedroom?”
Her eyes widened. “This torture isn’t a one-time thing?”
“No. It’s not even punishment for stringing me along and making me want you for years.” He lowered his head and kissed from the graceful arch of her neck to her breasts heaving with every breath. “It’s because I can. And because you look so pretty when you tell me how much you want me.”
Then he stifled whatever she’d been about to say by crushing her plump, gaping mouth under his.
He was drawn to her spirit. He liked the fact she knew her own mind. He adored her sassy streak, and he wouldn’t want her any other way. But damn if he didn’t want her to need him so badly she was willing to plead for her pleasure…
Haisley tore her mouth free. “Fine. Please, Nash. Pleeeaase …”
“What, baby? What can I do for you? Tell me. The dirtier the better.”
“Stop messing with me and make me scream.”
The frustration in her voice was delicious…but it told him he was approaching her limits and he’d pushed her enough. Next time—and there would be one—he’d go harder. She’d learn that when she asked him for exactly what she wanted, he delivered in full.
“Please?” he taunted.
“Yes. Please. Please now. Please stop tormenting me,” she nearly sobbed. “Please…”
He bent his head and sucked each of her nipples again, one after the other, loving the way they’d swelled and stood hard in a silent plea for more. He nipped and laved…all the while rubbing her clit in leisurely circles, driving her higher until she closed her eyes tightly, her entire body trembling and taut, shuddering and on the edge.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he praised as he scrambled up long enough to drop his underwear and reach for a condom.
“You can’t leave. You didn’t make me come yet. I begged—” She gaped at his cock. “Oh, my god. That’s huge.”
He grinned. “I’m six-foot-seven. I’m…proportional.”
She blinked. “You’re going to split me open.”
“I’m going to make you scream, just like you asked. And since you weren’t specific about how I should do that, I’m doing it my way.”
Nash donned the condom and vaulted between her legs, catching each thigh in the crook of his elbows and settling the stalk of his aching cock against her wetness. He rooted around until he found her clit.
Then he smiled—and dragged his length up the sensitive nub, gratified when her eyes flared wide again and she cried out in high-pitched supplication. “Nash?”
“You still want to come?”
“Yes!” She tossed her head back and gave herself over to him.
He loved her reaction. “Tell me. Ask me.”
“Please. Please…” She repeated her plea like a mantra, her eyes as full of surrender as the feminine whine in her voice. “I need you. Inside me. I need?—”
“Hard? Slow? Soft? Fast?”
She gripped the slats of his headboard and begged with her eyes. “Yes!”
Clearly, Haisley was done talking. Good thing. So was he.
Nash balanced himself on his elbows and dragged his cock through her wet slit, groaning at the silken, juicy feel of her against his length. Then he stroked up again, slowly rubbing himself against her needy nub until she arched, her mouth flying open in a silent scream.
He allowed her no respite as he repeated the motion over and over until she scratched at his headboard and stared at him as if he were both God and the devil himself. Her slack jaw, the look of sensual agony on her face, the rosy flush of her cheeks… If he’d ever had a more beautiful woman in his bed, he didn’t remember.
This one he would never forget.
As he pressed his erection against her cunt again, he slid through her wetness. He smelled her need. He lost himself in her mounting bliss.
With a keening little moan, she closed her eyes. He stopped midstroke, inciting a gasp of protest. “Nash!”
“Eyes open. Look at me. I want to remember your face the first time I make you come.”
Instantly, she obeyed. Triumph spiked. Thrill swelled. And as their gazes fused, he fell into her eyes, drowning in her darkening blue as her breaths roughened. His heart rate picked up, along with the pace of his strokes and his desperation to be inside her. Beneath him she rocked, legs spread. Her body tensed and surrendered to him.
“I…I—oh. That’s…oh, my god. Yeeessssss! ”
Under him, her body bucked and jolted as ecstasy overtook her. But she never blinked, never looked away. Watching her come undone for him as he stroked her passion and sent her soaring damn near dismantled his restraint.
“Give it to me. That’s my girl. Fuck, baby…” He stroked her to the height of climax, then reared back long enough to check that his condom was still in place. “Yes.”
He had to get inside her. He’d had grand plans to wring a handful of orgasms from her before he buried himself in her pussy, but the need to feel her, be surrounded by her, be closer to her, couldn’t wait.
“Nash!”
The way she writhed under him and her naked, vulnerable expression was too much to resist. He angled his hips to settle his sheathed crest at her clenching opening and began tunneling his way in.
“Take me. Take all of me. Every inch. I fucking need you, baby.”
As he slowly impaled her, Haisley’s eyes widened. She let loose a hoarse, warbling cry and nodded frantically. “Yes. More. Oh, my god. Oh, my god!”
“That’s it.” He worked his way in and out in insistent, unhurried strokes. Fuck, she was so hot. So tight. “So perfect. How does that feel?”
“I’m so full, it burns.” But the mewling note in her voice told him she loved it.
“I still have more to give you.” He inched in deeper.
“More?” Her strangled cry thrilled him. “Oh…”
“We’ll do this together, a little at a time.”
She gave him a shaky nod, biting her lip as he reached up to entwine his fingers with hers. She squeezed him back.
He loved how brave and willing Haisley was. Honestly, she was more delicate than the women he typically fucked. Not that he didn’t love the way she was built, but he was big and rough…and he didn’t want to break her. So he had to go slow, even if he was sweating with the strain and everything inside him growled to shove his way in to the hilt and fuck them both into oblivion.
Inching back, he gritted his teeth against escalating need and began easing forward. “I’m going in deeper.”
“Yes…” She lifted her hips to him, and her eyes slid shut as he filled her even more.
“Good?”
“Amazing,” she moaned. “I feel you everywhere.”
“Only a few inches to go.”
Her breath caught. “Seriously?”
“Relax.” He pressed a kiss to her lips and rested his forehead to hers. “That’s it. Good girl…”
As he eased a bit more, his heart started revving. God, she was like silken fire wrapped around his cock, all tight, rippling heat. With her, the sensations were mind melting. He felt like a king.
“Nash!”
He eased back again. “Almost there, baby. You’re doing great. Still burning?”
She breathed against his lips. “Yeah. You’re…big. There’s so much of you inside me.”
He heard that a lot.
“Oh, my god!” Haisley gasped as he surged inside her again.
“Baby, baby… Fuck, you feel so good. We’re almost there. Tilt up. Yes, just like that.” He rocked into her, shoving his cock in deeper still. “Amazing…”
“Yes,” she panted. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
“So why have you been avoiding me?”
Haisley flashed him glassy blue eyes. “What?”
“After our kiss at the pool party. I wanted to see you again. You ran from me.”
“I didn’t.”
They both knew that was a lie.
He pulled back—almost completely withdrawing—and refused to move. “You did. What made you change your mind?”
“Nash…”
She wanted him to sweep this question under the rug. Not happening. His timing was shitty on purpose. He wasn’t giving her another inch until she answered. “I’m trying to understand, baby. The last thing I want to do is scare you.”
“We’ll talk about this later. Please. ”
“We’ll talk about this now.”
Haisley whimpered. “I’m not thinking straight.”
“I know.” So he was more likely to get the truth. “Do your best.”
“I like to be in control, all right? With you…I’m not.”
Exactly what he’d suspected. She dated guys she could take or leave, dudes she could walk all over. That wasn’t him. Never would be. She could deny it all she wanted, but he scared her.
That made them even. She scared the shit out of him, too. Other women he enjoyed but didn’t crave. This one…fuck, she was already in his blood, and he didn’t even know why. Her sassiness? Her challenge? Something else entirely? He’d figure it out.
After he rewarded her honesty and put them both out of their misery.
“Thank you. I’ve got you, baby. You don’t have to be in control with me.”
“I want to be.”
Did she not know who she was sexually? He sure as hell did, and all her saucy one-liners and don’t-give-a-fuck attitude were her defense mechanisms. Deep down, she was a woman built to kneel—but only for the man she trusted.
“With me, you don’t have to. Close your eyes.” He waited until she obeyed. “Exhale. Yes… Now let go and take the rest of me.”
She smiled—until he surged forward, completely burying his cock inside her in one insistent stroke.
“Nash!”
“Oh, fuck, yes. There it is. Every inch of me is stuffed inside you…”
She writhed under him, flushing as he withdrew, then plunged in again, nudging her G-spot with his crest until she gasped. “That’s so good. What are you doing to me?”
Grinning, he did it again. And again. And again, until her mouth gaped open and her cunt clasped him so tight, he had to fight his way inside her.
“How. Do. You. Feel?” He pumped her hard, punctuating every word with a bed-shaking thrust.
“Oh! I’m…I’m going to?—”
“Come,” he snarled. “For me. Now.”
She did, screaming out her pleasure as her body convulsed.
Nash felt his control slipping. He’d wanted Haisley for too long to hold back. Every touch between them was too combustive. The way she gripped him, pulsing and clenching, blew his goddamn mind.
He gave in with a long, hoarse growl, slamming into her with fast, demanding strokes as he relinquished his self-control and gave everything to her.
Nash exploded. Fireworks shot behind his eyes. His head swam. His limbs seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. But the ecstasy… Holy shit, this woman had blazed her way through his restraint and burrowed directly into his soul.
Together, they panted until they recovered. Finally, Haisley opened her eyes, blinking and looking stunned. “What the hell just happened?”
“I don’t know exactly. But I want to do it again.”
As usual, Haisley was a contradiction. Those so-blue eyes of hers teared up, but she grinned. “What are you waiting for?”
Nash rushed to divest himself of the condom and grab another. In seconds, he took her mouth again, losing himself totally in her tangy-sweet kiss, her silky skin, and her soft vulnerability.
When she began digging her nails into her palms and pleading, Nash delved inside her again—and lost himself. Before he went under completely, he had one realization: when it came to Haisley, all bets were off. After the years of insane tension between them, the dam of primal desire had burst and swept them both away. There would be no sparing her the kind of searing, possessive bliss he intended to lavish on every lush inch of her body every chance he got.
As their passion ratcheted up to another feverish climax, Nash silently vowed that this night with Haisley wouldn’t be his last. He was staking his claim. He would be the only man plowing her sweet pussy and reaping the rewards of the soft heart she hid under her barbed-wire exterior.
From tonight on, Haisley would be his. He just had to convince her.