Two Sighted Page 9

  “Aislinn?”

  “Hmm?”

  “If you don’t want this to go any further, you better stop now.”

  Stop? Did she want to stop? She added a second hand to the first, smearing the cream and running her palms up to his shoulders. Could she do this?

  “Last chance,” he offered, sounding guttural. She glanced at his face in the mirror and gasped. He looked like a man starved. For her.

  “That’s it.” Kyle spun around and faced the woman tying his dick in a knot and took hold of her face with both hands. “No more waiting.” He descended on her lips, spreading them and coercing her into kissing him back. Coercion wasn’t necessary.

  Her arms went around his waist and she tilted her head to give him better access. Their tongues tangled. Fuck she was sweet.

  Kyle turned them, lifted her onto the counter and insinuated himself between her thighs. He needed to get closer, as close as physically possible. Inside her. Now. Easing his thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, he tugged them over her hips. She helped, raising up and allowing him to remove them completely. Kyle dropped to his knees and dragged her hips forward until her pussy begged for his mouth.

  Fire red curls shielded her entrance, a testament to her natural color.

  “You smell so fucking amazing.” Starting at her knee, he nibbled and kissed his way to her pussy, shiny with her juices. He spread her labia with his thumbs and licked her slit, pausing at the top to swirl his tongue around her beaded clit.

  Her hips shot upward, smashing her wet heat into his face. Kyle took advantage and filled her with his tongue, thrusting deep. She moaned and threaded her fingers through his hair, alternately tugging him toward her and pushing him away like she didn’t know if she wanted him closer or not.

  No way was he moving. Not when he was finally where he most wanted to be. Aislinn made this tiny squeak, a subtle moan, and he knew she was biting her damn lip again. On his haunches, he retreated and stared up at her. Her head was thrown back. She caught herself after his abrupt departure by placing her hands behind her on the counter. The action pushed out her breasts. Her nipples poked through the cotton, demanding attention.

  “Take the shirt off,” he growled.

  Aislinn lifted her head and gazed at him through lowered eyelids.

  “Wha—?”

  “The shirt, Aislinn, take it off.”

  She swallowed, crossed her arms and lifted the hem, revealing inch by beautiful inch of tummy and then breasts. With her hands high above her, her breasts rose. Kyle reached for a nipple while she was caught up in the fabric and twisted it between his fingers. Aislinn groaned and her elbows dropped, shirt still covering her head.

  “Off.”

  She flung it across the room.

  “Better.” He continued manipulating the tight bud with one hand and returned his attention to her pussy. He swiped her gleaming wet slit again with his tongue. “Put your hands on the counter behind you and don’t move them.”

  Aislinn whimpered when he sucked her clit into his mouth. She squirmed and dug her heels into the cabinet below. He could eat her all day and never get tired of it.

  Switching to the other nipple, he gave it some love too, pinching and rolling until her hands came forward to grip his forearm. Long nails dug into his skin leaving tiny crescent marks. Kyle stopped altogether until she looked at him again.

  “Please don’t stop,” she begged, her eyes wide, her hips fidgeting.

  “Then put your hands back, sweetheart. I love you touching me, but right now I’m too close.”

  Aislinn gasped and jerked her gaze to where her fingers pressed into his arm. She let go of him like he’d burned her and that sweet little lip went between her teeth.

  “Uh-uh.” He rubbed it with his thumb and watched the tip of her tongue dart out to capture the digit.

  “Taste yourself on me, baby?”

  She nodded, her face full of desire and heat.

  “Fuck.” Kyle stood and yanked at the button of his fly while backing up a step. The zipper rasped as he carefully tugged it down over his hard-on. His cock sprang free, thick and long. It captured Aislinn’s scrutiny immediately. He gripped the length and rubbed it from root to tip with a fist, imagining it was her pussy wrapped around him.

  A puff of air escaped Aislinn’s lips.

  “It’ll fit.”

  Never taking her eyes off his groin, she nodded again. Kyle smiled and slowly moved between her spread thighs, placing his hands at her waist. His cock bobbed against her outer lips. Aislinn laid her forehead against his chest.

  “I know it will,” she whispered.

  Damn, she would kill him for sure. He slid his hands up her sides and lifted the weight of her breasts. Soft and small and perfect. He flicked at the nubs with his thumbs, drawing them into tighter points.

  His cock head shifted amongst her slippery folds, finding its way inside. Grinding his teeth together, Kyle slammed his eyes shut and fought not to start pounding into her sheath. It would be so easy.

  “Fuck me, Kyle.”

  Three little words.

  Three little words that shattered his sanity. He gripped her hips and thrust to the hilt, mindless of the fact he hadn’t donned protection. Nothing would tear him away from her. Especially now, when he felt every one of her inner muscles clinging to his cock, dragging him deeper.

  She clung to him with her legs, grasping his waist by hooking her heels at the small of his back. The movement sucked him closer. Not even a millimeter separated them.

  He gave what she wanted, withdrawing and slamming back into her, and captured her cries in his mouth.

  “God, Aislinn.” He palmed her ass and held her still for his thrusts. Sweat helped her glide on the marble top. Her grunts filled the small space, mingling with his. She lifted her hands, placing them on his shoulders.

  Kyle hissed at the contact of her touch on his burns. He couldn’t care less. She could touch him anytime she wanted to.

  “Shit,” she cried.

  “No. Leave ’em. Hold on to me.” He slipped his thumb between them and circled her clit. The tension built in her pussy and the inner walls contracted on him.

  He slammed home with a shout and came inside her. Her cries echoed his and every vibration in her pussy wrung another surge from his cock.

  Breathing heavily, Kyle hugged the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He wiped the sweaty hair from her neck and nuzzled the column of her throat, laving it with kisses and love bites.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered, shivering with the cool air on her heated skin.

  He needed more. Still embedded deep in her vagina, Kyle scooped her up and carried her to his first-floor bedroom.

  “Let’s do it again,” he growled in her ear.

  A tiny part of her brain screamed, “Nooooo.” The vast majority said, “Yes, yes, yes.” Kyle had shown her how wonderful sex could be. It wasn’t supposed to be painful, but a meshing of flesh and souls and pleasure. And suddenly she found herself wanting more instead of cringing at the mere thought.

  Something about the way Kyle touched her and moved in her made their joining special. Did he see it the same way? Was she simply another conquest for him? Her feet hit the mattress a second before her butt did. The action pulled his cock free and for the first time she got a good look at one aspect of the male body she’d thought was meant for pain.

  She’d glimpsed it for a few seconds when he’d first freed himself. An instant flare of panic had surged to the surface when she’d seen the size of it. It was bigger than David’s in both circumference and length and should have cut her in two. Kyle had guessed her anxiety and settled her with two words. “It’ll fit.”

  Boy had it. Aislinn squirmed on his comforter, crazily thinking about the wet spot she was surely leaving on its surface. She licked her lips as his penis bobbed before her and found herself wanting to reach out and touch. She saw it in a whole new light. Such a contrast of textures. Soft and ve
lvet skin over steel. The purpled head wept a drop of pre-come from its slit. Would it taste different from her previous experiences?

  “Touch if you want, sweetheart.”

  Aislinn sucked in a breath. “How did you…?”

  “It’s written all over your face.” He palmed her cheek and smoothed his thumb over her skin. The tender caress was nearly her undoing. What had she done to deserve this man?

  Because you’ve already been through hell.

  “My body is yours to play with.”

  Could she?

  “Yes.”

  “Stop reading my mind, damn it.” She couldn’t help but smile.

  Kyle laughed. “It easy to do when you’re broadcasting with every wanting look you give me.” He grasped her hand and giving her time to pull away, slowly guided it to his cock.

  Aislinn wrapped her fingers around the base, marveling at how her fingertips and thumb didn’t meet. She had cradled this in her body and wanted to again. Now.

  She glanced up at him, expecting to see a grin of domination on his face. What she saw stopped her heart. His eyes were closed, his nostrils flared, and he appeared to be having trouble breathing. She pumped him once and marveled at the tiny jump of muscle along his jaw.

  Twice more she moved her gripped fist on his shaft. Kyle snagged her wrist on the third pass.

  “I can’t take any more.”

  Not, “Harder, Aisly, you know how I like it.” No pulling her hair until tears ran down her cheeks and barking at her to, “Take me in your mouth.”

  “I want to be inside you when I come,” Kyle groaned.

  Oh God. She wanted to cry. She wanted to laugh. She wanted Kyle inside her.

  “Please,” she whispered and moved to lie back.

  He stopped her. “No.” After crawling onto the bed, Kyle stretched out on his back, like he’d never been burned, his hands folded beneath his head, his feet spread about a foot apart. Standing at a proud full mast, his cock begged for her. “You’re in charge, baby. Do whatever you want.”

  She did cry then, as she straddled his thighs. Her pussy grazed the head of his penis, making it jump in anticipation. She had her own fair share of that.

  Kyle’s eyes glittered and his muscles bunched along his chest and abdomen. Aislinn trailed her fingertips over his tan, sweat-slicked skin.

  “I’m not sure what to do,” she admitted.

  He smiled. “Whatever you do turns me on so don’t worry about making it good for me. Do what you like.”

  “But I—”

  He shushed her with a finger over her lips. “Do what feels good, Aislinn.”

  Her gaze wandered over his upper body from his eyes to the point where her mound rubbed against the tip of his erection. She must have subconsciously sunk lower. Shifting her hips, she nudged her clit against him. Tiny sparks shot through the raw bundle of nerves. It felt fantastic. She closed her eyes and did it again. And again.

  Still blind, she took his cock in hand and slid it between her labia, moaning at the sensation.

  “Aislinn. Honey.” Kyle panted below her. “Unh.”

  She opened her eyes to see his head thrown back. His hips lifted, pressing his cock into her sheath, while he dug his heels into the mattress. She lowered herself onto his cock, wincing a tiny bit at the stretching of abused muscles from their countertop session.

  Kyle hissed as she rose and fell in a lazy rhythm. “Remind me never to give you control again,” he ground out.

  She purred. Aislinn Campbell purred and sank all the way down, impaling herself on him. She rolled her hips, dragging her clit on the thick hair covering his groin. Her belly tingled, her nipples throbbed. With her finger and thumb, she alternately pinched them, tugging on them until they hardened. The other hand went to her clit, slippery with their combined juices.

  “Ride me, Aislinn. Please.”

  An exhilarating thrill flowed through her. For the first time in her life she had made a man beg.

  Up, down, up, down. She was so close. Kyle’s thighs bunched beneath her, yet his hands remained behind his head. His iron control looked shaky but he held onto it somehow.

  The pressure built, swelling her clit. She tapped it with one finger and exploded, screaming out her pleasure.

  Kyle’s hands gripped her hips while her orgasm continued to roll through her. He pistoned his cock inside her, reaching a depth she hadn’t accomplished on her own. Three, four, five strokes and he embedded himself deep inside her and shouted his own release. She felt every spurt of his come splashing her womb.

  Later—she had no idea how long—his fingers loosened on her skin and she fell forward, tucking her head beneath his chin. His lungs heaved the same as hers. Their hearts pounded together. Kyle wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, his cock still buried in her pussy.

  She fell asleep hugged close to his body and surrounded by his protection.

  Chapter Nine

  Aislinn sighed and tried to roll over. Kyle’s arm draped across her belly held her captive, but he’d be sorry if she didn’t get out soon. She wiggled, doing her best not to wake him, and cringed as the movement jarred seldom used, sore muscles.

  Insatiable man. She couldn’t even remember how many times he’d made love to her. Or how many mind-blowing orgasms he’d caused her to have.

  Kyle mumbled something in his sleep and his hand moved on the sheets as if searching for her. For her? Or for whatever temporary woman normally graced his bed?

  Stop, she scolded herself. For some inexplicable reason, she trusted his word. Probably had a lot to do with what her mother had told her on the phone last night at the restaurant. She shivered and clutched her still sore belly at the mere thought of the place.

  Kyle had also told her he hadn’t been with anyone since she’d come to work at Turner Industries. Rumor had it a different woman every weekend paraded through his office. Aislinn had yet to see any evidence of this which could only mean two things—either she was really blind and the rumor was true, or Kyle had stopped seeing other women when he said he had.

  Her stomach grumbled, reminding her the last time she’d eaten had been at the party. After their second round of unbelievable, wild monkey sex, he’d tried to get her to the kitchen to eat.

  “Are you nuts?” she’d asked. “Or just stupid?”

  Sure, she didn’t have any idea when her vision would come to fruition, but no way would she purposefully offer him up on a silver platter.

  He’d raised an eyebrow over one of those beautiful blue eyes and said sarcastically, “Shall I move out?”

  Kyle was right, the bastard. Running from the problem wouldn’t alter the eventual outcome. And if anyone was tired of running, it was Aislinn.

  She curled her hands into fists and stared through the moonlit darkness at the obstinate man. Even in sleep he presented an overbearing ex-Special Forces he-man.

  But he was her he-man and she wasn’t about to allow him to walk into a trap. If he didn’t want to protect himself, she’d do it for him.

  Aislinn tiptoed to the bathroom. When she was done, she stood in the bedroom doorway. Kyle’s room was on the first floor, one of a few. She hadn’t been upstairs and she had to wonder how many guestrooms there actually were. What the hell did a man alone need with all this house anyway? Planning for the future? He would have to have twelve kids to fill it.

  She wrinkled her nose and looked down at her flat tummy. Uh-uh. Absolutely not. One, two, maybe—

  What was she thinking? She gave one last glance at the man in the bed. She just wanted a minute alone.

  To the right was the kitchen, to the left, the sunken living room. Which door should she choose? Her stomach begged for the former, her brain easily chose the latter. If she never saw his kitchen it would be too soon.

  A flat screen occupied one wall. The rest of the room was taken up by butter-soft leather couches and deep chairs. A typical man’s choice for furniture but not completely overloaded by testosterone. Comfortab
le.

  A creak alerted her to a second presence in the room. Smiling, Aislinn swung around, expecting to see Kyle. Panic swept through her.

  “You stupid bitch.” Spittle shot from her ex’s mouth. He jumped at her, cutting her scream off with a thick meaty hand. His fingers squeezed her jaw hard enough she thought for sure it would snap. His other hand swung her around and yanked her back to his front.

  “Every fucking time I get close to you, you disappear,” he snarled in her ear. His breath smelled foul and full of alcohol.

  David kicked at her feet to get her moving. His toes sent a shooting pain up her calf. She twisted in his crushing hold. Licking her ear, he hissed, “You didn’t actually think I’d let you go, did you?”

  Her stomach turned, threatening to spill what little contents it contained. She barely had room to suck in air through nostrils closed off by his hand. Tears sprang to her eyes. She cried out, but the noise only came out as a muffled groan.

  He moved, causing her to trip forward. David pinned his arm beneath her breasts, crushing her ribs. Much longer and she’d pass out from lack of oxygen.

  David dragged her down the hall. “I’ll kill him for touching my cunt,” he spat.

  “Mmm-mmm. Mmm-mmm,” she shouted. The words were drowned out behind his hand. Aislinn shook her head against him. He held fast even when she tumbled, nearly bringing both of them down.

  “Did you like the gorilla get-up? Nice, huh? Hotter than fuck,” he rasped, “but it did the trick. Caused a nice scene and gained me entry to the house. Where I’ve been the whole fucking night waiting for you to fucking leave that cocksucker’s bed.” David wrenched her head toward his face so sharply, her vertebrae popped. Aislinn clawed at his hand, drawing blood with her fingernails. David never flinched.

  “How’s your belly, baby? A tiny bit was all it took. That restaurant should be more careful who they let in. And you should have never fucking run from me. Consider this a punishment. Next time it’ll be worse.”

  She shook from head to toe and tried to get her jaw open enough to bite the fleshy palm squeezing her face.