Making His Move Page 6

  “Jesus Christ,” he hissed, loving the way her innocent mouth looked with his dick shoved so far inside it. But this needed to be about her, damn it. This was his one shot to make her realize how incredible they were together, and he couldn’t blow it by letting her blow him into a state of mindless lust.

  Careful not to hurt her, Chris pulled her off his gleaming dick, picked her up, and set her back on the counter. Cupping her confused face in his hands, he looked deep into her beautiful, expressive eyes, and said, “Tell me what you want.”

  “You,” she whispered, her voice sounding even huskier than before. “This. Us. Together.”

  “How, Sophie?” He stroked her cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs. “Tell me, and I’ll give you whatever you want, baby girl.”

  Voice so soft he could barely hear her, she said, “Take me to bed.”

  “Then what?”

  “H-hold me down,” she stammered, her face an adorable shade of pink. “Or...you know. You could tie me up.”

  Chris couldn’t believe what he was hearing — that he could be that fucking lucky. “Are you — ” He drew in a breath. “Are you saying you want me to restrain you, Soph?”

  The heat in her face flared hotter beneath his thumbs as they swept across her flushed skin. She wet her lips with her tongue, and confessed, “I’ve never...never done anything like that. But...I think about it...with you.” She blinked up at him, looking a little dazed by what she was admitting. “To be honest, Chris, I’ve thought about it a lot.”

  “You’re sure?” he pressed, knowing how much trust an act like that required. And as badly as he wanted it, craved it, there wasn’t any way in hell he would push her into doing something she wasn’t comfortable with.

  “Yes, I’m sure. I mean, if it’s something that you would be interested in, too.”

  “Jesus. You are so fucking incredible,” he growled, pressing his forehead against hers.

  “Is that a yes?”

  He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he told her, nuzzling the soft skin behind her ear. “I’ve fantasized about tying your sexy little ass up for months now.”

  As if to prove just how true those words were, Chris quickly lifted her off the counter, turned her around, and gathered her wrists at the small of her back, one on top of the other. Using the belt from the robe that hung on the back of the bathroom door, he bound her wrists together, careful not to make the hold too tight, grabbed a condom from the medicine cabinet, and pulled it on. Then he bent a softly panting Sophie over the counter, and pushed her right leg up until it rested by her side, the explicit pose opening her up so that he could see every slippery, exquisite detail as he fit his swollen cockhead to her opening and started pushing his way in.

  “Christ, baby. I wish you could see this,” he rasped, his hands holding her slender waist as he worked into her deeper...and deeper. “Your beautiful little pussy is stretched so wide for my cock. I know I should go easy on you, because you’re going to be sore as hell tomorrow, but I...can’t. You make me feel like a goddamn animal.”

  “I don’t want you to go easy on me,” she gasped, her cheek pressed to the countertop as she pumped her hips as much as she could, trying to take even more of him. “I want you to do anything you want. I want you hard and deep and fast.”

  So turned on he was shaking, Chris gripped her sweet little ass in his hands, his heavy gaze lifting from her juicy cunt to watch the tight pucker of her ass as he spread the pale cheeks apart, giving him an unfettered view. Sucking in a sharp breath, he squeezed the firm globes of flesh, pulling them a little wider, and asked, “You trust me, Soph?”

  “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, Chris.”

  Feeling like he’d just been gutted by her words, he froze with his cock buried deep inside her, his hands moving to her hips as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the top of her spine. “Fuck, there’s something I have to tell you.”

  Oh...God.

  “What? What is it?” she demanded unsteadily, terrified of what he was going to say. What if he had a girlfriend? What if he was engaged? What if this entire thing was just some kind of cruel joke or bet? Was that what she’d sensed he’d been on the verge of telling her before? Had he —

  His deep voice cut into her panicked thoughts. “I got a text from you by mistake.”

  Sophie shook her head, thinking she must have heard him wrong. “What?”

  With his massive erection still buried deep inside her, he lifted his upper body and locked his hooded gaze with her worried one in the mirror. “Today, in the café, I was getting rid of Lila, telling her I had to go. You had me worried, and I wanted to talk to you. Then my phone buzzed and I realized you’d sent me a text by mistake. One that was...about me.”

  Even if she hadn’t been facing a mirror, Sophie knew she would have felt the blood draining from her face. “So you weren’t going to ask me out?” she whispered, the quiet words thick with disappointment.

  His hands immediately tightened on her hips. “What? No! Of course I was.”

  She gave him a skeptical look.

  Jaw rigid, he pulled back a few inches, then shoved himself even deeper, until he was smashed up against her ass, his balls tight and heavy against her swollen sex, as if wanting to remind her of his possession. Not that she was likely to forget when she had his big, beautiful cock buried so far inside her. She was upset...not dead. “I was...waiting for the right time,” he told her, his dark eyes flashing with an unusual mix of frustration, lust...and another deeper, rawer emotion that she couldn’t name. “I didn’t want to fuck up with you, Soph, and scare you off. And you didn’t make it easy. You’re so damn hard to read.”

  Shaking her head, she mumbled, “I thought I was so obvious.”

  He snorted, before muttering under his breath, “I wish.”

  She held his stare through the veil of her lashes, understanding this was a turning point. She could keep being that awkward girl who’d let a bunch of assholes kill her confidence with a few cruel remarks, or she could leave that girl behind and start embracing the successful woman she’d become. One who was confident enough to go after what she wanted, with or without a goddamn fortune cookie to boost her.

  And what I want is Chris.

  Exhaling a shaky breath of air, she held his worried gaze, and said, “Given that this afternoon is the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me, I guess it’s a good thing I’m a klutz and screwed up with that message.”

  He shuddered with what felt like a powerful wave of relief, his cock flexing in the tight, glove-like hold of her body. Moving his big hands to her breasts, he pinched her sensitive nipples as he leaned down and licked her shoulder blade, then lifted his head a little and gave her one of those deep, smoldering looks in the mirror. “I wouldn’t have been able to wait much longer, Soph, text or no text. I was coming after you, baby girl. I couldn’t keep fighting this, no way in hell.”

  It might make her the biggest fool on the planet, but damn it, she believed him.

  His firm lips moved against her shoulder as he held her gaze and asked, “We good?”

  “Yeah,” she whispered. “We’re good.”

  “Then take a deep breath and remember you trust me,” he ordered in a low voice, pulling out of her and picking her up in his arms. He carried her into his bedroom, hazy streams of sunlight filtering through the wooden blinds that covered the far wall of glass, the ocean churning in the distance. She had a hazy impression of the room being decorated in dark woods, soft grays, and off white. But it was hard to concentrate on her surroundings when she had a naked, breathtaking Chris Riley laying her down on his bed.

  He made sure her hands were okay beneath her, then pushed her thighs wider and knelt between them, the naked hunger in his eyes so freaking hot it made her feel scorched as he looked her over. Breasts. Belly. Dark, neat triangle of pubic hair. Pink, open pussy. He took his cock in one of hi
s big hands, stroking himself as he lifted that glittering gaze back to her face, where it touched her tingling lips...then the flush on her cheeks. When he finally reached her eyes, he studied her for a moment, then gave her a sinful, crooked smile and came down over her, bracing his weight on one straight, muscular arm. He was still holding his cock, and his gaze flicked down as he positioned the taut head against her puffy opening. Then he locked his gaze with hers again. “Watch it,” he grunted, working his jaw. “Watch it go in this time.”

  She looked down, gasping when he pushed the first broad inch inside her. “Oh...Oh, God.”

  “I know,” he groaned, and even though she wasn’t looking at him — was staring at where they were joined — she knew he was doing the same. That he was watching his slow, heavy penetration as he worked that beautiful shaft inside her. “Jesus,” he rasped, giving her another inch. “You have the prettiest, sweetest little cunt, Soph. It makes me so fucking hard.”

  “Hard and huge.”

  He gave a gruff laugh, then grimaced as she pulsed around him. “Fuck, I can’t...I need to be in you. Completely.”

  “Then be in me,” she whispered, lifting her gaze back to his, just as he did the same. “Every inch of you, Chris.”

  His nostrils flared at her low words, his biceps bulging as he braced himself on both arms, then slowly started to force his way inside her. With a muscle pulsing in the rigid set of his jaw, he muttered, “You feel even tighter than before, Soph. You’re swollen inside and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t, Chris. I love the way you feel inside me. I can take it. Just hurry. Please. Don’t make me wait.”

  He growled as he shoved deep, pushing in every thick, vein-ridged inch, until he hit the end of her. The pressure was intense, and she snickered as she recalled her earlier thoughts about her Slot A and his Tab B.

  “What?” he asked, his mouth twitching as he stared down at her.

  “I was just thinking that Tab B must stand for Big-As-Hell.”

  He slowly arched a brow. “Tab B?”

  “You know...insert Tab B into Slot A.”

  “Oh, Jesus,” he laughed, resting his forehead against hers. “You come up with the damnedest things.” Lifting his head, he pressed a hot kiss to her lips, and muttered, “Love that about you,” before pulling almost completely out, then thrusting back in with so much force it propelled her bound body up the bed.

  “God,” she moaned, when he gripped her hip to hold her in place and did it again. “That feels so good.”

  His voice was a rough, guttural rumble. “I want you screaming my name when you come, Soph. As loud as you can.”

  “Yes,” she hissed, writhing beneath him as he found her G-spot, working it like a master.

  “But not yet,” he grunted, pulling completely out of her.

  “Wh-what?” she gasped, ready to lodge of a formal protest. But he was already moving her body into the position he wanted it, handling her as if she weighed nothing more than a feather. She found herself on her knees with her ass in the air, her upper body resting against the bed, head turned to the side. He curled one of his big hands around her bound wrists, holding them as he shoved his thick cock back inside her. She couldn’t hold back her gasps and cries of pleasure as he started fucking her hard and fast, her emotions in chaos from how beautiful and perfect and right it felt to be with him like this.

  “Christ, you’re getting even tighter,” he growled, and she sucked in a desperate breath of air, knowing that she was about to come so hard it destroyed her. The pressure and pleasure built...and built, so intense it was almost frightening, and then it had her in its grip, in a place where she could only scream and shudder and cry as the blinding, shattering orgasm tore through her, the deep, pulsing convulsions going on and on, each one sweeter and deeper than the last, while Chris’s raw, wicked curses filled her head.

  “Fuck, there you go, baby.”

  “God, Soph, you’re coming on me so fucking hard.”

  “Wish you could see how hot this looks. I’m covered in your cum, Soph. It’s dripping down my fucking thighs.”

  The raw, sexual words echoed through her head, bringing a smile to her tingling lips when she could finally think again. She didn’t believe it was possible for him to say anything hotter — but he proved her wrong.

  Still fucking her like a freaking god, he growled, “I want to mark your beautiful little body with my cum, Soph. Want to see you covered in me. But only if you’re okay with it.”

  Oh...God. Heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst, Sophie shivered with a warm, renewed wave of pleasure, and whispered, “Yes.”

  With her soft, sweet response curling around his sweat-slick body, Chris shook his head, wondering what the hell he was doing. He was pushing for intimacies that he should be waiting longer for, damn it, but the need to mark her as his was just too strong. He couldn’t resist it. And if she woke up tomorrow thinking that they could go back to the way things were before, she was fucking out of her mind.

  Pushing back the panic that she might try to walk away from him when this incredible day was over, he gripped her hips, wrenching her cunt over his cock as he slammed forward. She squeezed him like a hot, oiled glove, milking him for his cum as he did it again...and again, his veins thick and distended, his blood pumping, the suction so goddamn perfect it was only making him harder...bigger.

  “Christ,” he growled, his hammering thrusts sending the bed thudding against the wall so hard he was surprised they hadn’t busted through it. “I’m close, Soph. So fucking close.”

  “Good,” she moaned, the husky sound of her voice going straight to his groin. “I want you to feel good, Chris. I just...I wish I could see it.”

  “Aw, fuck,” he growled, her words sending him over the edge. He wrenched out of her fist-tight hold, ripped the condom off, and fisted his steaming cock in a brutally tight grip as he jacked it off. A second later, he spurted a thick stream of cum over her heart-shaped ass...then another, before making a gritty, inhuman sound and pressing the engorged tip of his dick right over her puckered little hole, his free hand pushing her left cheek to the side so that he could watch as he coated that tiny rosette.

  When the last mind-shattering spasm worked its way through him and he could finally draw a breath, Chris blinked at the sight before him, fighting the crazy-assed urge to beat his chest like a caveman. He’d blown his load all over her gorgeous ass, soaking her in his cum.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, squeezing her hips. “I can’t believe I did that.”

  “Um. It’s all over me, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You’re such a perv.”

  He laughed, because he could hear the smile in her voice...and she was shaking her ass at him.

  “What can I say?” he murmured, completely affected by her. “You inspire me, Soph.”

  “Oh sure,” she snorted. “Blame it on me.”

  After using his hands to rub his hot ejaculate into her soft skin, he untied her wrists, then leaned over and pressed a tender kiss between her delicate shoulder blades. “You are so much fun to be around, you know that?”

  “Um, thanks.” She sounded soft, and shy. “You, too.”

  “And you make me so fucking hot that I do and say outrageous things.”

  She brought her arms under her chest as she looked over her shoulder, and he suddenly found himself drowning in those big, beautiful eyes that made him want to grab her up in his arms...and keep her forever. “I’m not complaining, Chris. I like the way you are. I like everything about you.”

  “I like everything about you, too.” The doubtful look she gave him had him shaking his head. “It’s true, you know,” he murmured, bracing himself on his left elbow and hip so that he could roll her on to her back beside him. Curving his right hand around the side of her throat, he held her warm, luminous gaze as he went on. “I don’t give a shit that you’re smarter than I am. I fucking love your brilliant mind and
your gorgeous body and your wry sense of humor. You are one hell of a woman, Sophie Ward, and I know damn well that I’m lucky as hell to have you here with me.”

  “Oh.”

  With another gruff laugh at the startled look of pleasure on her pretty face, he leaned over to press a soft kiss to her forehead, then licked his lips. Arching a brow at her, he asked, “Why do you taste like a fortune cookie?”

  “Uh, long story,” she mumbled, blushing so pink she looked sunburned.

  Intrigued, but sensing it was a story she was too embarrassed to share, he forced himself to do the manly thing and get up, so that he could grab her a washcloth from the bathroom. He tossed the condom he’d picked up from the side of the bed into the trash bin, then ran a washcloth under the cold water, knowing she might need it to soothe any soreness and swelling between her slender thighs.

  When he came back into the room not a minute later, Chris was surprised to see that she’d drawn the sheet up over her naked body. Then he remembered how shy she was, and decided it was going to be fun as hell, getting her comfortable being naked in front of him.

  She slid a dubious look at the wet washcloth, until he started coming toward her. Her attention diverted by his body, she watched him with an appreciative, heavy-lidded gaze as he walked back to the bed, studying his body from the top of his head and moving down, slowly taking him in. When she reached his right knee, she bit her lip, her expressive brows knitting together. He knew she must have seen the scar before, since he’d run into her sometimes when he was coming into work from a long run on Coronado and wore his shorts, but she’d never asked him about it. When she lifted her gaze back to his face, her silent question in those beautiful eyes, he heard himself say, “I blew my knee out my junior year of college, playing football.”