Love in the Cards Page 2
She licked her dry lips. “Please sir, no ball gags.”
The mattress dipped, and she turned her head. Senses heightened by the blindfold, she listened to the even cadence of his breathing, and the familiar but unique patchouli aftershave only Ricco ever wore tickled her nose.
A shiver rushed from her tingling scalp to her flexing and curling toes when the rough surface of his finger outlined her mouth. His whiskey-scented breath warmed her cheek.
“Have you ever been gagged, doll?”
“No, sir.” Sir. That a single word could make her pussy quiver amazed Kata.
“Keep your mouth open.”
No. For a single heartbeat, Kata almost begged him not to do it. But she caught herself in time and strangled the words before they slipped out. Bracing herself for the horrific intrusion, she widened her lips.
He framed her head, held her still, and straddled her face. She got a whiff of his musk a second before the satiny smoothness of his cock’s head slowly slipped into her mouth.
“Cock. Gag,” he muttered.
Cripes, he was enormous. Her lips stung as he worked more of his huge erection into her mouth. His precum zinged her taste buds.
“That’s it, doll. We’ll take it slow.” His smoky crooning and the careful way he slid his dick inside in increments allowed her to accept more and more of him without choking.
He kneaded the hollows of her cheeks. “Relax. You can take me.”
She arched her neck and sucked deep and hard.
“Jesus.” He growled and began thrusting. His grip on her tightened, and his cock’s shallow plunges deepened. Not prepared for the rapid fucking of her mouth, her throat muscles tightened and nausea threatened.
She grabbed at the headboard and willed the tension away. He spurted into her mouth. Hot streams of salt-spice washed over her tongue and gums. His orgasm was more exciting and arousing than the many hours spent trying to get off with the stupid neon-purple vibrator she’d purchased after Seth died.
Her clit pulsed.
Her nipples ached.
She squirmed. Her still-tingling bottom cheeks slid over the satin sheets. The contrast between her burning flesh and the cool smoothness of the material was more delicious than she could’ve ever imagined.
Repressing a protest when he suddenly withdrew his cock from her mouth, she smiled and stretched in a silent preen. She’d brought him off in mere minutes. Ricco the ex-SEAL, aka the Jack of Hearts, the nickname he’d earned because he regularly fucked for hours without climaxing. The warrior who’d become famous for fucking women into a fainting orgasm, according to Seth anyway.
She flinched when he rubbed her forehead.
“Tell me why you wanted me to fuck your mouth, sub.”
Kata hesitated, searching for a way to tell him the truth without revealing she knew his identity. “It’s been a recurring fantasy. Sir.”
“Hmm. Not the whole truth, but part. I’ll let that go for now.” His leg brushed her temple when he clambered to one side. The mattress dipped when he got off the bed.
How much time did they have left? Why had she insisted on only two hours? Because she couldn’t risk him knowing she knew who he was. Because after tonight, she would move to the other side of the ocean, literally. Because being in love with Seth’s brother was a nightmare highway that led to nowhere but relentless and eternal heartbreak.
The tantric strumming of the first few stanzas of Bolero echoed around the room, masking the slight slapping of his bare feet on the marble floor. Had he turned on the music deliberately so she couldn’t guess where or when or how he would strike?
She tensed when a warm trickle slid down her belly. A moment later another tickling yet soothing stream coursed over one thigh, dripped in tantalizing slowness down her pussy lips, and then coated the top of her other leg.
He massaged the oil into her flesh, spreading the slick liquid all over her hips and thighs. The coarse hairs on his legs brushed her knees and she guessed him to be on his haunches.
Without any warning, he thrust two fingers into her. Digging her heels into the satin, she sucked in her belly against the sudden invasion.
“You have my permission to come, doll. As often as you want until I say stop.” He pinched her clit.
Intense, excruciating pain-pleasure thundered through her.
He plunged his fingers into her clenching pussy in a harsh, ruthless rhythm. She came and came. Wave after wave of ecstasy tore over her.
She worked her hips to the cadence of his plunging fingers. She tensed when his finger probed her rear, but the oil-slickened hole stretched to accommodate his thick digit, and the first pinch of penetration was replaced by a burst of thrilling excitement.
Within mere moments, she was grinding into his palm and arching to deepen his incredible double-edged invasion. She gasped when he dragged his tongue over her clit, and all the while his fingers worked her pussy and her rear.
All reason fractured when he grazed her clit and then nipped, hard. She shattered. The climax so powerful and intense Kata hardly noticed when he drove something cold and hard into her back hole. She stiffened and tensed. The astounding full-to-bursting shock of her secret fantasy was too real and uncomfortable for pleasure.
He curled around her and nuzzled her cheek. “Take a deep breath. That’s it. Now hold it at the top of your exhale. Let it out on my count, slowly. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.”
Instinctively she complied, and gradually the initial sting of the invasion into virgin territory eased.
He tongued her ear.
A delicious shiver slithered from her pinky toes to the roots of her hair.
“When I fuck you, sub, you’ll feel me in your throat. This is as close to your threesome fantasy as you’re ever going to get. But it’s only going to happen if you give the right answers to every question I ask. Do you feel stretched to bursting? Permission to answer freely.”
Kata swallowed around the unease mushrooming up her throat. She nodded.
“Out loud.”
“Yes, sir. I feel stretched to bursting.”
He tsked and flicked her lobe. “I said freely, not angrily. It seems to me that you’re angling for another penalty.”
She wanted to punish him. Punch him in the gut and tell him to stop, to not make her admit her secrets out loud. But she knew better and compressed her lips.
“When did you start fantasizing about plugs?”
When Shauna had suggested Kata might finally climax if she had other stimulation. But Kata couldn’t tell Ricco that. She hunted for a plausible explanation. “I…sex has never worked right for me.”
His sudden tension sank heavily over her.
Shit, she’d screwed up somehow.
“Spit. It. Out.”
Cringing at his severe, furious, one-word commands, Kata blurted, “I can’t even make myself come with a fricking vibrator. It just hurts. If you must know, I’m frigid.”
Kata struggled against her restraints. Thank God for the blindfold. At least she couldn’t see his pity or disgust, and mercifully, he couldn’t see her shame.
“For crap’s sake.” He untied her arms from the bedhead’s panels, removed the scarves, massaged her wrists, and gathered her tightly against him. “You just came like the fricking energizer bunny on steroids. The last fucking thing you are, doll, is frigid.”
She buried her nose in his chest hair and wallowed in the heat of his embrace. “I’ve never…ever.”
How she loved the way Ricco cuddled her. The comfort he offered so freely, the way he noticed every nuance about her, and always had.
Damn it. What was she doing? This wasn’t supposed to happen. She had to take things back to the fantasy. “I’m sorry, sir. For speaking without permission.”
His hold on her tightened.
For a crazy moment, Kata swore she heard him growl. “It’s like that, is it?”
Then he rolled away from her, parked her belly down across his thighs, and spanked
her rapidly five times. Each blow whacked whatever he’d put inside her deeper. The initial discomfort had vanished, and much to her surprise, been replaced by an incredibly provocative fullness and an internal prickling connected directly to her clit.
“Now for your other penalties.”
For the first time, Kata tensed, not with anticipation but fear.
“We have an hour left of the two you allotted.”
Goose bumps rose on her forearms and shoulders.
“You’re cold.” He wound a velvety throw under her back and tucked the material over the bridge of her shoulder and down her arms.
“Better? Yes or no.”
“Yes. Sir.”
He tongued her jaw and licked his way down to her pussy. She shuddered when he nuzzled her pubic hair. “Are these virgin pubes? You have my permission to answer all my questions without the sir.”
Why was he doing this? She wanted to call him sir. To keep this night separate from reality. To ensure that in her dreams he was always sir and not Ricco.
“You do not have my permission to daydream, sub.” He nipped her hip.
Stung by both his sudden switch to an agreeable demeanor and by the humor lacing his voice, she snapped, “I’ve never shaved. I’m prone to ingrown hairs.”
“Ouch. TMI.” He played with her curls. “So soft and pretty. And beguiling. The minute I saw these, I wanted to lick every single hair.”
“Oh,” she yelped when he tugged a clump.
“Why did you specify no rubbers?”
He dragged his tongue across her clit. Or at least she thought it was his tongue, but it felt coarse, like a tongue with nubs. Oh. My. God. She grabbed for his head and twined her fingers into his hair.
“Uh-uh.” He jerked out of her grasp. “Hands above your head or I’ll tie you up again.”
Anything to keep him licking her clit. She raised her arms over her head and wriggled her hips in an attempt to get her throbbing center closer to that incredible mouth and tongue.
“Why no condoms?”
Hail Mary. There is a God. Nothing should ever feel so good. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. She grabbed at the sheets, but the material kept slipping loose of her fervent clutching.
Heavy arms clamped around her hips and over her belly, and effectively halted her frantic squirming. His slow licking stopped on a dime.
“Noooo. Please.”
“Why. No. Rubber.”
“Because I know you’re scrupulous about your fucking. Damn it Ricco, do it again.”
It was only when he yanked off the blindfold, and she stared into his incredible hazel eyes that Kata realized what she’d said.
“You knew it was me all along?” He grasped her chin. “Don’t think for a nanosecond about lying to me or avoiding telling me the whole truth.”
Heat seared her throat and face. “Shauna and I set the whole thing up. Rick told her you were looking for a sub. She knew I had a thing for you…”
“You’re right about one thing, Kata.”
She so loved his wicked grin. No one, not even the most badass tinsel town hunk had a smile that could top Ricco’s. What had he said? “I’m right about something?”
“Yeah. There is a God. I’m done fucking around. I need in you so bad I’m going to blow like Old Faithful.”
“Oh, boy. Me too. Please? I know I’m not supposed to beg.” She didn’t get another word out because he had hauled her under him. He kneed her thighs wide, grabbed her butt cheeks, lifted her high, and barked, “Wrap your legs around me, Kata. Lean back, doll, and brace yourself.”
The force of his cock driving into her shoved her body up the mattress and into the downy pillows stacked against the headboard.
He froze. Bowed his head. “Wolf. Can’t.”
His head whipped up, and he bared long canines. Raised a hand and did a piano playing movement with his fingers. Fingers with long curled nails that ended in a black point. Her clit pulsed on overdrive.
“Losing. It. Come.”
She couldn’t drag her gaze from his beautiful claw as it slowly descended and then plucked her clit. Kata saw the galaxy unfurling. Red hot spots danced before her eyes. White-hot streaks blossomed into a spate of fireworks that dazzled brilliant color.
His cock rammed her super-sensitized pussy folds. His testicles slapped the plug embedded in her back hole.
She did feel him in her throat.
He stretched her full-to-bursting.
One orgasm exploded into another and another until her whole being centered on her contracting pussy and his magnificent, pounding cock.
He howled.
The victorious roar resonated straight to her clit.
He sank his glorious canines into the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder. She arched to one side, locked her ankles around his waist, gripped his biceps, and clung while he pistoned into her.
The last thing she remembered was surrendering to the rapture.
*
“Wake up, mate.” Ricco brushed away her silky curls and laved his claiming mark. The tiny oval glimmered in the flickering candle light.
She shook her head and mumbled, “No. Delicious dream.”
“Not a dream.” He rolled his pelvis and did a grind-and-bump circle on her pussy folds. He swept a finger over first one thick fringe of onyx lashes and then the other.
She opened one eye, and then both her lids flew open.
He grinned when she peeped down at the space between their joined bodies and then glanced up at him, her eyes wider than any startled doe’s.
“This time, Kata, we’re going to take our time, and I’m going to kiss you to orgasm.”
“This is the best fantasy in the world. The universe. The galaxy.”
“It’s better, mate. It’s real.” He caught a tempting nipple between his teeth.
She rested her fingertips on his collarbone. “It feels real. You smell real. You even sound real. Though not as growly.”
Ricco leaned on an elbow, grabbed her wrists, and set her palms to his chest. He cupped the hand over his heart. “Feel that pounding. Only you can do that. Only you have the power to stop it. I’m a wolf, Kata, and you’re my mate. I’ll never love anyone else but you.”
“I know. About the wolf part. Seth let it out once when he was all drugged up at the end.” She averted her gaze. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be one night. We can’t be together, Ricco. I was married to your brother.”
“Step. Brother. And it doesn’t make any difference. You’re my mate, and I love you. Look me in the eye, and tell me you don’t feel the same way about me.” When she tried to tug away from him, he gave her a little shake.
“You don’t know how hard I’ve tried not to love you.”
A tear rolled down her cheek, and he licked the dampness dry. “It’s guilt, isn’t it? It ate me up too. That’s why I stayed away. Why I only came back for one day at Christmas time.”
“I never loved Seth the way I should have.”
“You did love him though, Kata. I know you did. You stayed with him to the end. Mom said you were amazing. She didn’t have to bear the burden of the day-to-day caring for a man dying of cancer.” He knuckled her cheek.
“I feel so guilty and dirty. I had sex with my dead husband’s brother.” She sniffed.
“Step. Brother. Look at me, Kata. We will be married. We are mates, and you will not condemn the both of us to a loveless, miserable existence. I had resigned myself to that kind of life when Seth was alive. But he’s dead and gone, and no one would want our happiness more than Seth.” Ricco tipped her head back and swore a bucket load when he glimpsed her tears. “Tell me that’s not the fricking truth.”
She swiped at her eyes. “The rational part of me knows that. But then I think of what people will say—”
“Fuck other people. And don’t even go there about Mom and Chance. I think Mom guessed how I felt about you a long time ago, and that’s why she didn’t tear up
a storm about my being absent for your wedding and every family holiday meal afterwards except for Christmas.”
She blinked and met his stare. “You know, she’s said a few things that made me wonder…”
“Kata?” He could no longer ignore his aching nuts.
“Ricco?”
He flexed his dick.
“Think we can agree to work out the details of our marriage later? I’ve been burning up with mate need for three hundred ninety-five days, two hours, and seven minutes, minus the last forty-five.”
“Married?” She tensed, and her hot pussy snatched at his dick.
“Oh yeah. Ring, church, and huge party. Deal?”
She blushed all over and said, “Does this mean I’m the sub you were looking for?”
“From the moment I laid eyes on you, I hung up my Jack of Hearts rep.”
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