Lucia Jordan's Four Series Collection: Chosen, Whipped, Lick, Risk, Page 3

  “Gio!” she cried out. The pressure sent sparks of fire deep into her clit. Heat spread outward as need claimed her totally. His fingers dug into her ass, pulling her higher onto his thigh as he rocked her, setting a hard, fast rhythm

  His mouth claimed hers. His hands cupped and gripped her ass possessively while his thigh thrust, pressed, and slid over her wet, throbbing core. She couldn’t think or even feel. The sensations were overwhelming, blurring into desperate need.

  Taryn shuddered, shook and thrust her hips forward, pulled back then bucked and circled. She felt as though she was being pulled into a whirlpool, being sucked out of her body and into a world where nothing mattered except this man and what he was doing.

  Gio was just as lost, just as out of control. His plan to take her on his desk and just fuck her to get her out of his system had blown up in his face. She responded so sweetly, so completely—he was amazed and intrigued…and utterly caught in his own trap. It wasn’t enough to just do it. He needed to make love to her, to give her pleasure and take his after he’d satisfied her.

  The Dom in him took control, shoving aside the brother looking out for his family. Right now, all that Gio cared about was hearing his name on her lips, seeing her eyes glazed with passion. In his arms, she trembled and shook. He released her mouth. Her head fell back as she panted and gasped. “Come for me, sweet. Let yourself go.”

  Taryn shook her head. “Can’t. Not right.” She let out a cry. “Too much. Not enough. Need more.” She lifted her leg higher.

  “Look at me, sweet.”

  Her eyes were a darker blue, filled with need and pain. He eased one hand around, pulled her panties to the side, and slid a finger into her moist seam. “Is this what you need?” He found her clit and stroked gently, feeling her swell and rise.

  “Yes,” she cried. “Yes. Harder. Faster. God, help me, Gio. I need—” Her voice ended in a scream as he took her hard and fast.

  Taryn couldn’t breathe. She gasped, panted, and begged as Gio hurled her toward her release.

  “Now!”

  The deep command rumbled through her and this time, there was no choice. She went stiff, convulsed against his finger and flew apart. Spasms wracked her body and still she pressed against his finger over and over as the orgasm went on and on, until with one last shudder, she went limp in his arms.

  She fell against his chest, heard the frantic thumping of his heart, and drew in a deep breath. The air was warm and spicy—a mixture of pure lust—his desire and her aroused scent. Her hand slid down the front of his slacks and traced the hard ridge of his cock, pleased that he was just as aroused as she was. Though she’d come—and what a grand orgasm he’d given her—she wanted more. She wanted his cock inside her. He tipped her head up and kissed her.

  “What do you want, Karyn?”

  Karyn. The reminder that she was playing a game of deception should have cooled the lust swarming through her, but she wanted this man more than she’d ever wanted any other.

  He drew back, holding her gaze with his. “Tell me.”

  She shivered at the low intensity of his voice. God, what she really wanted was to hear her name on his lips, but that couldn’t happen. She was playing a dangerous game. Tonight she’d kick herself for giving in to temptation and try to find a way to keep the situation from blowing up in all their faces, but right now, she planned to enjoy every moment with her temporary boss.

  “Your cock inside me, Gio.”

  He grinned, his heavy-with-desire gaze dropping to her chest. “I can do that but first, I have a little fantasy to take care of.” He swept his hands between them and unbuttoned her white, silk blouse.

  She let her breath out—unaware she’d been holding it as she waited for his reply. “Fantasy?” God, she had so many fantasies of this man. Her poor vibrator hadn’t been put to such heavy use in years, yet for the last three weeks, this man invaded her mind, both day and night, and she’d been forced to seek satisfaction any way she could get it. Better to deal with her urges at night than risk letting him see her yearnings during the day.

  “Ah yes. When I went into your office and saw you bent over, showing off your long legs, I had this fantasy of you bent over with me behind you. Shall I demonstrate?”

  Bent over? Him behind? She gulped. There went her breathing again as her mind went crazy and her body hummed with need. The image in her head sent an arrow of lust straight down into her pussy. Her panties, damp from his foreplay, grew uncomfortably wet.

  Gio circled his hips across her and cupped her breasts through her lacy bra. His finger found her hard nipples. She let out a long, low sigh when he pinched and rolled them. A harder pinch slammed jolts of need deep into her clit. She cried out, grabbing his upper arms to keep her legs from buckling.

  “Well, Miss Jones?”

  “Whatever you say, Sir,” she moaned. “Your fantasy. You’re the boss.”

  Her remark hit Gio like a fist in the gut. God, she sounded so submissive. She didn’t know he was a Dom, but everything about her since that first kiss pointed to her being a sweet sub. He dropped his arms, deepened his voice, and pointed to his desk.

  “Turn around and face my desk.”

  His gut tightened when she obeyed instantly. Fuck, he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted another woman, sub or not. His balls were tight against his body, his dick throbbing and aching, demanding to be free from the constraints of his trousers.

  Gio rewarded her obedience by moving close, bending his head to nuzzle the back of her neck and kiss and lick her. A few nips had her drawing in a sharp breath and crying out but he felt her trembling with need. Sliding her blouse down her arms, he tossed it to the floor then made quick work of her lacy bra.

  His hands slid down her bare arms and around to her breasts. She was full and firm, neither huge nor small. Her pink tipped breasts filled his palms, a nice, soft, comfortable weight. Standing close, he leaned into her, over her, bending her body down until she lay on her forearms.

  “God, Gio—”

  Her voice ended on a gasp when he tweaked her nipples. “Your job right now is to feel. Just feel. Can you do that?” He kissed the back of her neck while he continued to massage and play with her tits.

  “Yes—no choice.”

  He chuckled low in his throat. “That’s right. I’m the boss. I’m in charge. Agree?”

  “Only if you quit talking and start doing.”

  He smiled, continuing to play with her nipples as he rubbed his erection against her ass. “Make that a ‘yes, Sir,’ Miss Jones.”

  “Yes, Sir. You’re the boss. You’re in charge. Please, Gio.”

  His cock swelled painfully. She was his—his to explore, his to fuck, and his to love and bring to one consuming orgasm after another. Reluctantly, he released her tits, dropped to his knees and drew in a deep breath, breathing in the sharp musk of her aroused body. His palms slid down her ass, sliding the zipper down.

  The skirt fell to the floor. Gio sucked in his breath at the sight of her lacy panties and the shimmer of her panty hose. He grabbed the waistband of both and slowly began to peel them off, his lips and tongue following the path down over the curve of her ass.

  Lifting one leg, he removed her shoe and pulled her stockings and panties off. He kissed the center of her foot and trailed his lips up to the back of her knee. He repeated the motion on her other leg, pleased with her low groan as he licked the sensitive flesh behind each knee.

  Using his hands, he widened her stance then allowed his palms to skim up and down the inside of her thighs as he stared at her sweetly curved ass, pale as a full moon on a dark night. He lifted his hands, gripped her ass and parted her cheeks, holding her open and sucking in a breath at the sight of her weeping pussy. She reminded him of a sunrise, all golden curls surrounding pink flesh.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured. He licked her pussy, tasting her. A jolt of pure lust slammed into his groin. He felt as though someone had set his balls on fire. He fought against
the urge to stand and drive his dick into her moist pussy.

  The feel of Gio licking her pussy had Taryn collapsing flat onto his desk, her arms stretched out, fingers gripping the edge. She bit off her cry when his tongue flicked inside her like a hummingbird drinking nectar from its favorite flower.

  Need built deep in her center and arrowed into her clit. God, the man was driving her crazy. She’d figured he’d just unzip his trousers and fuck her. He’d done his foreplay, driven her to an orgasm, but he seemed determined to prolong their loving. She panted and gasped and when the tip of his tongue parted her lips and found her clit, she cried out his name.

  Up and down, from clit to the entrance to her pussy, he licked and loved her, his breath on her wet flesh. She shivered and shook with need, and was ready to beg for more when he pulled back.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Need more.”

  “You’ll have more, sweet. As much as you want.”

  “Want a lot,” she panted.

  He laughed behind her. “Greedy, aren’t we?”

  She lifted her head to look behind her. “Very greed—”

  He plunged one finger into her pussy. Pulses of need and pleasure swarmed through her. Taryn bit back her scream of pleasure and dropped her head to the desk as he stroked his finger in and out.

  “Tell me you like this.” He eased two fingers inside her.

  A low groan escaped her. “Like,” she panted, barely able to speak as he drove her to the point of desperate need.

  “Show me. Don’t hold back. Let me hear how much you like what my fingers are doing.” He curved them.

  Taryn couldn’t hold back the cry of pleasure when he found a super sensitive spot inside that no other man had ever found. He pressed and stroked.

  “Oh god, yes!” She tipped her hips up and pushed back, needing even more. “Gio!”

  Gio was in a hell of his own making. She felt so damn good, all wet and swollen, the walls of her pussy clamping down around his fingers, pulling him deeper. He continued to tap and circle that tiny, dime-sized spot, while running his free hand over her quivering ass. Staring at the sight of her ass tipped up, the long sweeping curve of her spine, hearing her cries and her pants, and feeling her sweet response was nearly more than he could bear. He was holding on to his control by a thin thread.

  Fuck! He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had made him this edgy. He had a reputation in the clubs he frequented for being a Dom in complete control. But with this woman, he was ready to toss aside his need to be in charge, to give pleasure, to enjoy a woman in the throes of her orgasms. He wanted to fuck her senseless right now.

  Increasing his pace, he fucked her with his fingers, hard and fast. “Come again.” He slid his other hand around and found her clit. He moaned, the sound merging with her groan. She was swollen, that tiny little nub rising from its protective sheath. He teased and rubbed, drawing her higher.

  “Now,” he commanded.

  To his utter joy, she went taut as a bowstring then flew apart as spasm after spasm took hold. She shrieked his name, cried it over and over, a chant that filled his ears and warmed his heart.

  Taryn was in heaven. Only there could one feel so gloriously happy. Spasms continued to go off inside her like forgotten firecrackers lit and tossed and deemed duds. God, Gio was no dud. He was a sex god. She went limp and felt him moving behind her. She lifted herself up onto her arms and glanced over her shoulder.

  …And nearly melted into a puddle on his desk. Gio had removed his shirt and, as she’d imagined, he was a golden brown with a nice smattering of dark hair. His nipples were taut and his chest looked as firm and muscular as he’d felt when he’d grabbed her to keep her from falling.

  He held out his hand, helped her to sit. Her eyes went wide. His wide chest tapered to narrow hips. A thick arrow of black hair drew her gaze down to his thick, heavy erection. He fisted his hand around himself.

  “Like what you see?”

  “Um, what’s not to like?” She licked her lips. She wanted to hop off the desk and go down onto her knees and take that big, bad boy into her mouth.

  He rolled a condom over his erection, holding her hungry gaze with his, and then moved close. “Next time,” he said, tipping her chin up. He kissed her long and hard.

  She tasted both him and herself, and found it wildly erotic. “Please, Gio.”

  “Lie back. I want to watch your pussy swallow my cock.”

  Taryn lay back and groaned low in her throat when Gio spread her knees open. Seeing his hungry gaze feasting on her sent waves of need rolling through her. Moisture gathered and leaked.

  He spread her further open. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you, sweet?” The pad of his thumb brushed against her slit, spreading her cream.

  “Yes, Gio. I’m ready.” She held out her arms.

  He leaned over her, snagged her wrists, and pulled her hands over her head. “Grab the desk and don’t let go.” He kissed her, stilling any protest, then made his way down her body, kissing, licking, and sucking her nipples. She panted and whimpered when his mouth resumed its downward journey. He reached her mound and, once again, his thumbs parted her, revealing her clit. His mouth closed over her and drew that tiny nub inside.

  Taryn thrust her hips up and cried out his name. This was no light tease or tasty lick. He sucked her hard and furious. She had no time to prepare, to gather herself, before intense need demanded satisfaction. A low scream lodged in her throat. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk and that trapped scream burst out of her like a cork from a bottle of champagne.

  She bucked her hips, tightened her muscles, and gave herself over to another intense orgasm.

  Gio sucked her stiff clit and, the moment she came, he plunged two fingers inside and felt her swollen pussy convulsing. Her cream drenched him and her response thrilled him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with a woman who came so easily or so completely. She jerked, stiffened, and jerked, over and over, as he continued to suck, drawing her orgasm out, loving every single moment of her release.

  When her body calmed, he lifted his mouth. Deep inside, spasms still surrounded his fingers.

  “Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.” So responsive. Her legs butterflied out, leaving her open for him to admire.

  His dick bobbed as blood pounded through his veins and he swore—his aching balls were twisted and being strangled. Never had he been in such pain from waiting. Fuck, he needed release, desperately wanted to bury his cock in her pussy. He drew in a deep, gasping breath. He needed to fuck her and hear her scream his name, needed to feel her pussy grip his cock, wanted to be one with her, joined in the most intimate manner possible.

  He removed his fingers, pleased with her moan of protest. He leaned over her body and kissed her mouth gently, waited for her breathing to level out.

  Her arms wrapped around his neck. “Good god, Gio. I think I’m fucked out.”

  He laughed low in his throat. “I think you’ve got more in you yet, Miss Jones. Shall we find out?”

  “You might have to do all the work. I think I’ve melted into a big puddle on your desk.” She opened her mouth to his questing tongue.

  “I’m going to fuck you right now.” He shook with need as he pulled her closer to the edge of the desk, gripped her thighs and stood poised, the tip of his cock nudging her slit.

  “Hurry, Gio. Fuck me.”

  She was so wet, so slick. He slid in, feeling her swollen tissues tightening around him, drawing him in as though her pussy was filled with thousands of tiny hands. Inch by tormenting inch, he entered, wanting—no, needing—to make this first moment last. His breath caught in his throat then exploded out as he sank deeper and deeper.

  “Fuck! So tight, so damn tight.”

  Gio was a big man and Taryn realized that applied to all of him. She gasped and panted as he pushed into her. She felt him stretching her, filling her, consuming her. She was no virgin, and had sex with some regularity—though not
for a few months now—but she was caught off guard by the size of his cock.

  “So big,” she whimpered, afraid he was too big, yet her body stretched and drew him in.

  “Take me, Karyn. All of me.” Gio slid the rest of the way inside until his cock head hit the wall of her vagina.

  She gasped air into her lungs and just absorbed the feel of him throbbing inside her. Her clit, sensing more action, hummed with need. She contracted her inner muscles around his cock and his yell pleased her. Staring at Gio, Taryn memorized his every expression—eyes closed as though in pain, lines etched at the sides of his mouth and his gleaming chest.

  There was nothing slack-jawed or out of control with this man. Usually when a guy entered, he immediately began pumping with a glazed looked in his eyes that said he was going to come and she’d better be ready or she’d be on her own.

  But not this man. Taryn sensed his control, she felt it in his arms around her thighs. When he finally opened his eyes, his gaze was darker than a moonless night, yet hotter than an erupting volcano. With a single look, he promised pleasure beyond what she’d ever known.

  Holding her gaze, he eased out. She gripped the desk and cried out in protest, then let the air out of her lungs in a long whoosh of relief when he plunged back in, going deep enough to make her gasp and cry out. Over and over he withdrew then speared her, going deep, letting her feel every delicious slide in and the brutal pang of his withdrawal.

  Everything came alive in Taryn. She tuned in to Gio’s harsh breathing, the pain of control on his face, and the incredible feel of their joining—becoming one. It didn’t matter that she barely knew this man, didn’t matter that she could never hold onto him, didn’t even matter that she hated his highhandedness. She wanted this slice of absolute heaven.

  Gio watched his cock slip in and out of her pussy. His gut clenched and his balls throbbed like a bitch in heat with every slick slide in and out. Her pink slit opened like a flower, drawing him in, and then fought against him when he pulled out. He was coated with her cream and when he shifted his hands from her thighs to her sunshine-covered mound, she let out a cry.