Yes, please.
He pounced on me, straddling my waist again, this time with me on my back, and manacled my wrists with one hand above my head. His pants were wet and cool, but it felt good against my heated skin. “You like it rough, little girl?”
“Yes,” I answered immediately. Did I? How in the hell would I know? But I was sure of my answer. If he gave it rough, that was how I wanted it. I wanted it all.
He tilted his head to the side. “You’re a wild thing, aren’t you?” Admiration poured from his voice, his gaze—like he found me fascinating.
“Am I?” If only he knew how very dull my life really was. An engineering student who liked to bake. Someone who needed to visit her newly-found half-sister in Montana to let go and have a good time because life in LA was a dud.
But right now, I got to be wild with Colton Wolf. I got to have wild sex in a motel room with a stranger I knew was safe. I was going to milk this for everything I could get out of it.
I put on my best bedroom eyes and arched my breasts up toward his face as an invitation. “Do you have a condom?”
My experience may have been limited, but I wasn’t stupid. Wild flings in Montana were not supposed to have unintended consequences, even if the stranger was Colton Wolf. And with Audrey being an Ob/Gyn, she’d kill me if I didn’t practice what she preached.
“I’ll protect you, sweetness. Don’t worry about that.”
I’ll protect you.
Interesting choice of words. Not, I’ll wear protection. Or, Yes, I have condoms. As if he took pride in keeping me safe from his sperm or diseases or anything else that came my way.
It made sense. Colton was a military hero. He dedicated his life to Americans’ safety. He probably gloried in any opportunity to protect a woman. It made me even more sure I’d done the right thing by not telling him my name. He was a man of honor, even though he was pinning me naked to a bed. He lived by rules and codes. I didn’t think he’d be so quick to spend the night in a motel room with me if he knew I was Boyd’s soon-to-be little sister.
It probably messed with his plans for a wild night and nothing more.
He scraped his teeth over my nipple, then sucked it until I felt the answering tug in my core. What would he do with me, exactly? A flood of torrid images flashed through my mind. Would he tie me up? Put me on my knees to suck his dick? I loved the fact that he was in charge. There was none of the awkward figuring stuff out I’d experienced with partners before. He wasn’t a high school or college boy.
He was all man.
I twisted my wrists in his hand. Not because I wanted to get free, more because I wanted to feel his strength. “I’ll bet you’re good with knots,” I observed.
“Knots?” His lips twitched and he looked up at me. “You want me to tie you up, little girl?”
I both wanted it and was terrified of it at the same time. What if I hated it, and then I was trapped? What if it hurt?
Also, I didn’t want to be calling the shots here. There was freedom in just letting him run the show.
“I want…” Hmm. I didn’t know what I wanted, beyond that I wanted a sexual experience unlike any I’ve ever had.
He dropped his head to my other nipple and flicked his tongue. “What do you want, sweetness?”
“Um…”
“I know what you like,” Colton said, like he’d arrived at a decision.
Thank God. I felt relieved but didn’t understand how. “You do?”
He rolled me to my belly, then lifted my hips in the air, slapping my ass with a resounding smack.
“Ow!” I protested but then wiggled my hips. It stung, but a good kind of sting. A give-me-more kind of pain.
He stroked his hand over my smarting flesh, soothing away the tingle, then slapped my offended cheek again.
“Mmm.” He rubbed between my legs, and I could tell my folds were flooded with moisture. “That made you so wet, little girl. Your ass is already pink from those swats I gave you earlier. I think you like a little pain with your pleasure.”
He slapped the other cheek, not as hard.
“Mmm,” I agreed, wiggling my hips. I’d never been spanked before. Ever. I had no idea it got me hot.
He gave a sharper smack. “Use your words, sweetness. You want more?”
I waggled my ass. “Yes, please.”
“Good girl.”
He peppered my ass with light spanks—the fun kind. Not too hard, but enough to make me gasp and pant. The warmer my butt got, the hotter the fire in my core. I knew I was dripping all over his fingers. I’d never been this wet before. Nothing in my limited experience—either with a guy or self-loving—had wound my crank like this. I burned everywhere and nothing, nothing, would ease that flame but his cock inside me. I just knew it.