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  “I doubt it will hurt.”

  He barked a laugh. “Of course it will, but we can minimize it.” They’d work up to it. He’d get her off with his hands and mouth a few times before he put his cock anywhere near her.

  “It doesn’t hurt when I use my vibrator.”

  For a second, everything went blank. White. No sight, no sound, no thought.

  Then Reena’s words exploded in his head like the boom of a thunderclap. “Vibrator?” His voice shuddered like he’d had one switched on high shoved up his ass.

  “Yes. I bought one to try. I know it’ll be different with a real penis, but I had no trouble taking it all and you don’t seem much bigger. I made sure I got a decent-sized one. And I’ve used it lots of times without any pain.”

  A strangled sound rattled in his throat. Fuck. His balls had tucked up so far, he was choking on them.

  “Are you okay?” Her forehead furrowed with concern.

  “Where is it?” he growled between clenched teeth.

  “Huh?”

  “Your vibrator.” Christ. He was on fire. Images of Reena fucking herself, pushing some plastic dick up her… Fuck! “Where. Is. It?”

  She pointed over her shoulder. “In my bedroom.”

  He grabbed her hand and dragged her down the hall. They reached her room and he struggled to breathe. Jesus fucking Christ, he was about to blow his load and they hadn’t removed a stitch of clothing. “Strip. Now,” he ordered as he charged over and yanked open a bedside drawer.

  “Ah, it’s, um, on the other side…”

  Rush glanced over his shoulder, found Reena standing just inside the room, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and her fingers fiddling with the hem of her aquarium t-shirt. “Naked. Get naked,” he demanded.

  He wrenched his own shirt off, tossed it aside, then dove across the bed. Pulling open the top drawer, he spotted his prize and grabbed it. “Ah-ha.” He waved the fake cock in the air.

  Reena giggled.

  “What are you laughing at?” He stalked around the bed. “You’re not naked…” He tossed the vibrator on the bed and lunged for her.

  With a squeal, she dodged him, but he was faster. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her against him, his chest plastered to her back, his cock pressed to the curve of her ass, and sank his teeth into the side of her neck. Licked at the abused spot with his tongue.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured against her skin, smiling when she shivered and goose bumps broke out beneath his lips.

  She moaned, rocked her hips and pressed her lush ass against his throbbing cock. “N-nowhere.”

  “Good.” He kissed below her ear with an open mouth, teased her silky skin with his tongue, before whispering, “Because we’re going to pop that cherry now.”

  Chapter Eight

  Reena’s senses were on overload, bombarded from every direction. So many different emotions crashed together—excitement, fear, desperation, relief, pleasure, arousal. Before meeting Rush, she’d had no idea it was possible to feel so much in one instant. She experienced it all in a breath-stealing flash, and when the fiery-burst of sensation ebbed, one overwhelming emotion remained—need.

  Her body ached. Every inch, every cell, every beat of her heart pulsed with an agonizing throb. She’d never felt more out of control, more chaotic but calm, more alive. There wasn’t time to analyze what was happening. No need to worry about why or how or what next. The only thing that mattered was now. Living in the moment and letting each new reaction take her under Rush’s spell.

  “You still have your clothes on,” Rush murmured in her ear before tonguing her lobe with a hot swipe. “We need to fix that.”

  His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, feathering across her belly in the lightest caress before he pushed the material up her ribs and urged her arms up so he could pull the top over her head. She drew in a breath when the heat of him pressed along her back. Nothing lay between their upper bodies. For this first time since that night at the lodge they were skin to skin.

  “So beautiful.” He leaned over her shoulder and spoke against her cheek, his breath warm as it fluttered across her skin. “I’m going to get rid of these pants then lay you out on the bed so I can look my fill. I didn’t get to look before.”

  The idea of being naked in front of him made her shiver. They’d stripped all the way last time, but when she’d freaked out and told him to stop they’d put their clothes back on, and in that small moment of nakedness, neither of them had really looked. Well, she hadn’t. Obviously Rush hadn’t either.

  “Still with me, Sabreena?” His fingers worked back and forth along the elastic of her pants.

  “Yes,” she gasped as his hand slid beneath the material.

  His fingertips hovered just above her pubic bone, the light caress a wonderfully torturous sensation that had her abdomen quivering. Heat pooled low, muscles clenched and flesh dampened.

  Moaning, “Please,” she tilted her hips in an attempt to shift his hand farther down.

  “Uh-uh, not yet. I want you laid out before we get to the good stuff.” In a maddeningly slow move, Rush swept his fingers back and forth on the trembling skin of her lower belly a couple more times before pulling away.

  Reena grabbed his wrist and tried to shove his hand back inside her pants. He broke free of her hold and, before she knew what was happening, her pants were around her ankles and a sharp crack reverberated through the room.

  It took a second for sensation to register, for the source of the sound to make itself known on her flesh. Stinging pain lanced her right butt cheek and a startled cry ripped from her throat. Heat bloomed, spreading through her bottom and pelvis and settling deep in her pussy with a hard, driving thud.

  Trembling, she moaned, “Oh, god.”

  “Hmmm…” Rush palmed the skin burning from his slap. “Did you like that, Reena?”

  He’d spanked her? She should be offended, outraged by the violence of such a thing, but she couldn’t muster either of those emotions when the hot pulse in her core told her the answer to his question.

  Instead of a verbal confirmation, she pressed her ass back into his warm touch and moaned. It was all the invitation he needed to deliver a second blow, this one on her other cheek.

  She gasped, arching, pushing her hips back farther, her ass higher, and went with the conflicting sensation of pain and pleasure. Prepared this time, she took the sting and waited for the heat to burst, the throb to beat deep inside her.

  A sultry moan slipped from her throat when the flare of passion exploded in her pussy, arching her back farther and thrusting her breasts out, her nipples hard peaks of puckered flesh.

  “Fuck,” he growled in her ear, his palm cupping the new hot spot on her ass. “So fucking hot. This virgin body is so ripe for corruption. You want that, don’t you, Reena?”

  “Please.” Her hips rocked, her skin tingled and her core wept. “Please.”

  His hands curled around her waist and held her steady. “Step out,” he ordered.

  Willing to do anything that got her more of the pleasure he’d bestowed on her so far, she lifted one foot out of her crumpled pants then used the other to kick them aside. Once she was free of the last of her clothes, he let her go and stepped back, taking all that delicious heat away, making her shudder.

  She spun around. “No.”

  “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” He stood at the foot of her bed, his eyes blazing, his fists clenched at his sides. “Hop on. In the middle and spread your legs.”

  Refusing to be embarrassed by her nakedness or the urgency with which she jumped onto the bed, she positioned herself in the center and leaned back against a pillow, spreading her legs wide.

  It took her a moment to realize he held her vibrator in his hand. “What—?”

  Rush pressed one knee to the mattress between her feet and held out the toy. “I want to watch you fuck yourself. Show me how you do it.”
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  There was no polite request in his tone, it was all command, and the heat burning in his eyes told her how much he wanted to see her pleasure herself.

  She wasn’t a prude. She might be inexperienced but she read, watched X-rated movies and hadn’t shied away from sex talk when her girlfriends had shared their encounters during high school and college, so she wasn’t clueless or repressed. A little unsure of herself in this type of situation, yes—her last night with Rush proved that—but she knew what she wanted, and that was this man.

  So if he wanted to see her fuck herself with her vibrator, she wouldn’t be self-conscious, she’d show him.

  Reaching out, she took the flesh-colored plastic penis from him and brought it down between her legs. The device was cold against her heated flesh, the contrast sending a shudder straight to her core. Sliding the vibrator through slick folds, she lubricated the head and shaft and teased herself with the promise of what was to come.

  She’d never dallied before, normally she’d get the vibrator wet with her arousal and push it in, however something made her go slow, made her want to draw out the process of thrusting it inside her body.

  Some never-before-tapped sensual part of her wanted to put on a show for Rush.

  She circled the bulbous tip on her clit. Pressure built and wetness coated her inner thighs. Switching the vibrate mode on low, she jolted with the spark of pleasure that shot through her. The buzz of desire pulsed along every nerve, tingled her skin and clenched her inner walls.

  Going slow definitely had its perks. Why hadn’t she thought to do it this way before?

  Watching Rush through hooded eyes, Reena teased them both, ringing her clit and dragging the vibrating shaft between her increasingly wet pussy lips over and over, until they were both breathing hard and she thought she might come without pushing the thing inside.

  “Put it in,” Rush ordered in a strangled voice as he leaned closer, his gaze glued to the action between her legs. “All the way, then use your fingers on your clit.”

  Twisting her wrist, she placed the head of the fake penis at her opening and shoved it deep. Gasping and arching, her hips came off the bed and she wished it were Rush’s cock plunging into her.

  “Play with your clit and fuck that pussy hard,” he growled as he shuffled closer, his hand cupping the bulge in his pants.

  Shocked to discover he still wore his sweatpants, Reena opened her mouth to tell him to take them off when he lunged forward and wrapped his hand around hers on the base of the vibrator.

  “I said fuck yourself hard.” He jerked her hand, dragging the vibrator in and out. Hard and fast, he set the pace before he let her take over and palmed his groin again. “Touch your clit,” he demanded.

  Helpless to do anything but what he commanded, Reena set to work thrusting the shuddering vibrator in and out with one hand while using two fingers of the other to stroke her clitoris in faster and faster circles.

  Typically it took a good twenty minutes and some serious concentration to get close to orgasm, but right now, with Rush ordering her around in that gruff, sex-laden voice, with the sting of his slaps still fresh in her mind—on her ass—and the carnal intent visible in his eyes, the ones locked on her pussy, Reena catapulted to the edge of reason and went right over it with his name flying from her throat.

  ***

  “Fuck.” Rush yanked his sweatpants down and shoved them over his hips. “Take it out.”

  When Reena didn’t respond, still caught up in her release, her body thrashing on the bed and hands working to prolong her pleasure, he was left with no choice but to take what he wanted.

  Kicking out of his shoes and pants, he got between her legs, grabbed her wrist, and pulled the vibrator from her sopping pussy and replaced it with his cock.

  Wet heat licked along his length and sank into his balls. He groaned, shuddered with sublime bliss as everything focused on the unbelievably tight flesh wrapped around his cock.

  “Reena.”

  God. He’d gone at her like a rutting animal. First with her vibrator then with his cock. He’d vowed not to hurt her, to take things slowly until she was ready for him, but in the face of the wanton creature she’d become, he’d had no hope of remaining in control.

  Her body pulsed around him. Slick walls gripped him in velvet heat, sucking at his engorged shaft and making staying still impossible. “Reena. Are you okay?” he ground out, shaking with the effort to remain still.

  “Yes.” Her heels dug into the back of his thighs and her hands curled around his shoulders, nails digging in and scoring his skin as she thrust up into him. “Move, dammit.”

  Grinding his teeth until his jaw ached, Rush held back, his arms trembling where they supported himself above her. “Did I hurt you? Am I hurting you?”

  “No. You’re bigger. Fatter. Longer. But it doesn’t hurt in a bad way. Please, Rush. I need.” Her pussy fluttered, his dick throbbing with responding need. “Dammit.” She thumped a fist on his shoulder. “Fuck me.”

  Rush could only take her at her word. Had to trust she was telling him the truth. He’d never forgive himself if he hurt her but there was no way he couldn’t give her what she asked for. What he wanted.

  With control he couldn’t believe he still held, he began thrusting in slow, easy strokes. Dragging his pulsing length out and pushing back in with long, deep drives that had him clenching every muscle and trying not to come. It didn’t help that her walls continued to contract and release as her vibrator-delivered orgasm lingered.

  He needed her to come again. Wanted to feel her slick heat gripping him hard. Tilting his hips, he changed the angle of penetration and hit nirvana. Reena jolted beneath him, a cry of pleasure ripping from her on a gasping breath. He did it again and felt her buck under him.

  Her flesh quivered, the wetness surrounding him growing slicker with each plunge. The sexy moans and whimpers gurgling in her throat told him she was close, and those pleasure-filled sounds dragged him closer to the edge with her. They were the same sounds that had sent him diving between her legs when she’d fucked herself with the vibrator.

  The memory of her wild abandon added to the reality of experiencing it under him, sending tingling heat straight to his balls. Fuck. Too close. He needed Reena with him. Tipping to the side, he leaned on one arm and reached between them with the other in search of her clit. A stroke of his finger was all it took to send her soaring with a high-pitched scream.

  She clamped down, trapping his cock inside the hottest, tightest pussy he’d ever fucked. Her internal muscles rolled from root to tip in a wave of suctioning bliss that shoved him right into oblivion with her.

  Chapter Nine

  Panting breath filled her ear and Rush’s weight pressed her into the bed while her heart pounded in her chest and her pussy squeezed tight around his cock.

  Wow. That was…was… Wow.

  She’d been right. A real cock was entirely different to a plastic one. It was warm for a start. And softer somehow; in spite of being erect—hard—there was give to it. After a year of Reena using her vibrator with pleasing results, Rush had just blow all satisfaction and expectations right out of the water. There was no way she was going back to the mediocre orgasms delivered by a fake penis.

  “Worth the wait,” she mumbled, her mouth dry, her throat constricted. “So worth it.”

  “Huh?” Rush shifted, his pulsing flesh—still buried deep—shifting with him, sending little flutters of pleasure through her lower belly. “I’m crushing you.”

  She tightened her arms and legs around him. “No you’re not.”

  “Reena.” He tried to pull away but she held on.

  “You’re not.” She didn’t want to let him go yet. Didn’t want the wonderful feelings skipping around her body to go away. Not before she’d had time to memorize them. Carve every single one of them into her brain so she never forgot how amazing it was to be fucked by him. Then again, they could just… “We need to do that again.”

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p; Rush chuckled, the laugh rumbling through his chest into hers, rubbing her nipples against his hair-roughened skin and drawing another round of flutters from her core. “Give me a minute,” he muttered into her neck with a groan.

  “Okay.”

  He laughed, repeating the nipple action, and another shot of bliss darted through her.

  Breathing deep, she took note of the sweet/sour smell of their sex. She knew her own scent, recognized it, but now it combined with the hot male fragrance she remembered noticing the last night she’d been with Rush. He smelled of the mountains, cool fresh air with a hint of hops, the faintest trace of the alcohol he served every day.

  It reminded her of Pat’s Pub.

  Was that why she’d felt so at ease with Rush from the moment she’d met him? Because he reminded her of a place where she’d always felt welcome?

  He pushed up. “I need to get rid of—” He went rigid above her. “Fuck.”

  Reena tensed, her body instantly in sync with his. “What’s wrong?”

  “Fuck. Shit. I’m sorry.” He lifted off her, slowly pulled his body from hers, sending shudders of sensation skittering through her, until he hovered over her on his hands and knees. “I didn’t use a condom.”

  “Oh.” The thought of protection never crossed her mind.

  “I’m clean. I swear. I can grab my phone, pull up the email with my last test results. I had a full workup last month for insurance.” He stared at her, his eyes filled with guilt. “Fuck. I can’t believe I forgot to protect you.”

  He sounded appalled by his neglect but he wasn’t the only one who was responsible for their carelessness, and Reena hurried to reassure him. “You’re not the only one who forgot. And I’d be stupid to not take you up on the offer to check those results. But it’s okay. I believe you.” She smiled. “And I’m covered. No risk of disease or pregnancy.”

  “You’re on the pill?” His gaze bore into hers.

  Nodding, she said, “Yeah, for a few years now.”

  “Oh, okay.” Was that disappointment that flashed through his eyes? “Let me get my phone from my bag.”