Compromised in Paradise (Compromise Me 3)

“I…” Her cheeks turned pink. “Several places.”

“Here?” He traced her lips with a fingertip before sliding his finger between them.

She sucked it deep and nodded. Lightning seared every nerve ending from the tip of his finger to the tip of his cock. The burn left him momentarily light-headed.

He pulled his finger from her mouth quickly, so her lips smacked together, and worked his hand under her. “Here? Did you put it here, too?”

Her arms fell away, landing on either side of her lolling head. “E-everywhere. I tried everywhere.”

“Here?” He swept his thumb over her clit.

Her body jerked as if he’d whipped her, legs tightening, hips lifting. “Yes. For the love of God, yes.?

?? Her hands linked behind his neck. She raised her head so their faces were inches apart and buffeted him with stormy gaze. “Nothing worked. You, Nick.” A flex of her arms and she sealed their mouths for a hard, desperate kiss. “It has to be you.”

“It’s going to be me.”

She sobbed the word, “Hurry,” and fell back as he dug a condom from his pocket. Writhed impatiently as he rolled it on.

“I need you still now.” To enforce the requirement, he wrapped his hands around her ankles, lifted her legs from his shoulders, and moved them forward until he had her shins pressed to the wall.

She splayed her hands on the floor on either side of her hips to stabilize herself. “That’s good, Czarina. Present that pussy to me.” He leaned in, lifting his ass and slowly lowering, sliding the underside of his cock along the velvety cleft.

“It’s yours. All yours.” Somehow, she managed a little squirm. “Please.”

It might have been the squirm, or the plea, but instead of preparing her with another slow slide as he intended, he thrust—a hard, deep thrust, fueled by need and instinct and not much else.

A gasp filled the air. She reared up. Her toes pointed toward the ceiling. Her calves trembled under his hands. The gasp bottomed out to a husky moan, and then everything slowly loosened. “Oh God. I’d forgotten. I’d forgotten what it felt like to have you right there.”

He looked from her flushed, sweat-damp face to where his cock sat lodged halfway inside her plush pink folds. Gritting his teeth, he circled his hips to give her a long stir. “Coming back to you now?”

“Nick?”

“What, Czarina? Tell me what you want.”

Her head tipped back, presenting him with the graceful column of her throat. “I want you to use that big dick you’ve been teasing me with to deliver a soul-deep, hurts-so-good, cry-for-mercy orgasm.”

Holy shit, that did it. He plunged again, sinking to the hilt, drunk on the swift inhale his thrust pried out of her. Then he got to work, grinding his hips, circling, rolling, hitting every part of her before withdrawing almost completely and fucking his way deep inside her again. “I love how you feel. I love the way you tighten around me when I’m in deep. The way you ride out every inch.”

Her throat worked as she gulped air, swallowed, and gulped again. “Don’t stop. I’m close. Oh Jesus, I’m close—”

“I know.” He blinked the sweat out of his eyes and quickened the pace. “I feel it. I feel your ass clenching and your thighs trembling. I’m going to get you there. I swear.” Dots swam at the fringes of his vision. Sensations shot like warning flares from the tip of his spine to his balls. He had to get her there. Now. “Can you take a little more?”

One of her hands fluttered up, following the path along the center of her ass to home in on the tight seam where her body admitted his. “Anything. Do anything. Please.”

He slid her shins along the wall, spreading her legs wider, seating himself deeper.

She whimpered and arched up, so only the crown of her head touched the floor. He thrust once, to test the position, then adjusted his angle and thrust again, aiming the top of his cock toward her belly button. His balls crashed against her ass. Lights flickered in front of his eyes. “I know I made you wait for this. Made you wait a fucking week, suffering and unfinished while I took my time and learned to read your body like a map. But I learned well, Czarina. The wait ends now, and it ends only one way. You, coming on my cock so long and hard you forgive me for taking seven goddamn days to deliver on my promise.”

He rocked into her again, and again, until her whimpers filled his head and her body shattered into wave after wave of devastating spasms. And then those waves were on him, breaking over him, taking him down until his lungs burned, his muscles screamed, and his body surrendered to something so powerful it wasn’t a product of her, or him. It could only be a product of them.

When he could feel his extremities again, he eased off her. She moaned softly when he withdrew, and moaned again when he lowered her legs and gathered her into his arms. She settled on his lap, legs hooked around his waist, arms twined around the back of his head, face pressed to his shoulder. They probably looked like a couple of shipwreck victims in their tangled clothes. He ignored his urgent heart and waited until she raised her head and offered him a dazed smile.

Then she shivered as warmth trickled from her body to coat his abdomen like liquid afterglow. A blush swept into her cheeks. “Oh geez…”

She would have gotten up, but he tightened his arms around her and held her in place. “Mine, too, Czarina. It tells me that one wasn’t fake.”

The blush deepened. “I can’t believe you came all this way to give me a soul-deep, hurts-so-good, cry-for-mercy orgasm.”