Page 88 of Hell Bent
Can I help it if I like a woman on her knees or held tight while I’m buried down her throat?
Alix
He was such a hard man to dominate.
I’d always been decisive. Tough, even. Strong. It’s hard to remember that when you’re stark naked in the back of a car, and he’s got both hips in his hands and is giving it to you so good, you can hardly remember what you’re supposed to be doing. I’d think of it, try to put some effort in, but then he’d shift the angle, and …
Oh, my God. His finger was sliding inside me, and he was pressing that spot, the one that’s not supposed to be there. It was the ribbed condom all over again, but then there was hismouth.I forgot what I was doing again. I knew my butt was right up in the air, that if somebody came by this lonely spot, they could see it. The thought was a chill, but mostly, I’m afraid, it was a thrill. I had one hand holding me up over Sebastian, one foot on the floor, awkward as you can imagine, and I was kissing along the length of him, trying to focus. Trying to …
His mouth left me, and I wanted it back. I wanted itback.He still had that finger inside me and his thumb running over all my slickness, but he was talking now. I tried to concentrate, but it wasn’t easy. I could feel him in the arches of myfeet.How was that even possible?
He said, “I should want to make you come like this. Butright now—all I want to do is to fuck you.” His hand rubbing over my bottom again, the way he’d done enough times that I was coming to realize he loved it. “I want to spank this,” he said, “and I can’t, because of that bruising. So I’m afraid I’m going to have to—” His hands still moving on me.
That shouldn’t turn me on. It shouldnot.It doesn’t work too well to talk to yourself in your stern voice, though, when all you want to hear ishisstern voice, telling you, “I’m going to have to get a little … inventive here.”
I said, “Uh …” on a gasp. “Lube?”
“Mm.” He was kissing my belly now, then edging around so he was out from under me and I was, somehow, on the floor. On my knees. He said, “Oh, yeah. But hang on.” And opening the car door.
“Sebastian!” It was probably a squeak. “I’m naked!”
“Yeah,” he said, “and, sorry, but that’s turning me on like crazy.” He was standing outside the door, facing in, saying, “Come get on this seat again. Facing away from me. Hands on the seat. I’m too tall for cars, but I need this, so sorry, baby. You’re going to get it good.”
Electric shocks running up my stimulated body, my hair around my face, and no control at all. This was not what I’d planned.
I got on the seat. I turned around. And just like that, he was pulling my hips back again, and this time, he was plunging home. I gasped, he did it some more, and I was calling out, rocking under him, my hands trying to get purchase on the leather seat and failing. Sliding back and forth as he plunged deep. As he said, growling out the words, “Am I … hurting you?”
“No,” I said. “No.” My position completely helpless. I couldn’t even holdon,and if anybody came by …
I’m afraid that just the suggestion of that, of somebody driving by this isolated spot, seeing what Sebastian was doingto me, and stopping to watch, kicked my arousal into that extra gear. He had a rough hand sliding around in front, too, even as his other hand wrapped around my thigh and held me tight.
Taken hard. Taken over.
This was not what I’d …
I lost my thought. I lost my words. I lost my mind. I was wailing. Spasming. Sebastian was swearing, pumping into me, filling me deep. And, finally, letting go. I heard a rough, throaty“Arrrrr,”and that was it. I was coming again, feeling all the heat and stickiness inside me, and even that …
I can’t remember what else I thought. I just remember the feel of my forehead sliding back and forth against the leather, of my hands that tried to grip and failed, of my body wracked by it, melting my bones. Melting my will. Melting my mind.
Gone.
Sebastian
I had my two hands on the seat, was over Alix, panting. Gasping. Still inside her.
Standing up. In aparkingspot. In public.
Sanity returned, and I was in the car, closing the door, gathering Alix up, pulling her close. The chill of her naked body, skin fine as porcelain. My lips on her temple, her cheek, my hands shaking a little on her, my voice not one bit steady, asking, “Are you all right?”
“I …” Her eyes had been closed, and now, she opened them. My heart twisted, and I was holding her tighter, thinking desperately,What did you do? You’ve hurt her.“I’m fine,” she said, and smiled. Tremulously. “But that wasn’t how this was supposed to go. I thought you’d like that. Ireadyou’d like it. I was trying to be …”
I kissed her temple again, rubbed my hands over her arms, her thighs. I needed to turn the heat on. “I know you’re tough,” I tried to say. “I like that you’re tough. But I can’t?—”
“You were scared.” She was sitting back now, too much shrewdness in that voice, in the dark eyes I couldn’t quite see. “You felt powerless, and it scared you.”
Now I was the one who wanted to twist away. I wanted to say,No.I wanted to say,I don’t like that, that’s all.Instead, I said, “Probably.”
“Sebastian.” Her hand on my face, her voice tender. “It’s OK. I’m glad you told me. But you know—you don’t always have to be controlled. You don’t always have to be in charge.”
