Wild Zone (Rough Riders Hockey 4)

Then he moved inside her and whatever her he did made pleasure sing through her pussy and contracted the muscles around her spine. She arched and moaned. Tate added a finger, pushed deeper and fucked her with slow, steady strokes that made her eyes roll back in her head, made her toes curl, mouth water and her body writhe. And when she reached for him but found him too far away to grab, just watching her with those glimmering dark eyes, Olivia whimpered and reached overhead to grip the edge of the table for leverage to lift and rock into his mind bending rhythm.

“God… Crazy fucking good…” Another orgasm tsunami slammed into her, the initial spike of pleasure so sharp, it drew a scream from her throat and wiped her mind completely clean.

Panting, Olivia dropped her forearms over her eyes and let her body sink against the unforgiving table beneath her. “Oh mon Dieu…”

Her body felt like it had been infused with champagne. Every cell buzzed and sizzled. Her muscles were spent. She couldn’t catch her breath. Olivia tried to get her mind to work, but it refused. She couldn’t begin to remember the last time she’d come so hard or in such quick succession or with nothing more than a man’s hand and mouth.

Tate eased to his feet and Olivia couldn’t even gather the strength to sit up. He cupped her thighs behind her knees and rocked her side to side until her butt was at the edge of the table again.

“Jesus Christ…” She really couldn’t offer much more. Truly, she was worthless right now. “Baby, you’re…gonna have to give me…a minute. You’ve…wipped out…a few million…brain cells…”

His hand pressed against her belly, then slowly slid up her body, pausing over one breast to squeeze and mold.

“Mmm…” She stroked his forearm.

His hand skimmed her chest, fingertips grazed her jaw, then his hand slipped behind her neck—and took a possessive hold. One that sent tingles down her spine. “Your minute’s up.”

His dark voice sounded close and forced Olivia’s eyes open. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She obeyed, crossing her ankles at the small of his back to help her support weakened muscles. He eased toward her and the unmistakable pressure of the head of his cock pressed against her. A little sigh escaped her lips.

With his eyes burning into hers, he tilted his pelvis, teasing her with the head of his cock. He dropped a kiss to her lips. “I put on a condom.” Kissed her again. “I can’t wait to feel you around me.”

Before Olivia could respond, Tate’s hand tightened on the back of her neck and his hips lunged. His cock pushed deep inside her, steeling her breath as he stared into her eyes. He was already drawing out again before Olivia had fully filled her lungs. His next thrust was deeper.

For a moment his stilled. His eyes rolled back and his eyes closed. “So fucking perfect.”

Olivia reached up and stroked his face, gripped his biceps with her other hand. “You feel…” —she had to catch her breath— “so good…”

He groaned, drew out, lowered his head and kissed her deeply on the next stroke. Her gasp broke the kiss, but it didn’t keep Tate from moving. And just like he had with his hands, he set a deliberate, methodical, relentless thrust into place. He pushed his free hand between her hips and the table, and added a punch to the thrust by pulling her into him at the end and banging her clit against his pelvis while his cock kept hammering the same spot inside her he’d found with his fingers.

“Oh, God…”

He hovered over her, his lips just above hers, his dark eyes owning her. He dropped a lick over her lips and Olivia opened to take him, but he lifted his head again, leaving her hungry. Her mouth was hungry. Her body was hungry. And something else. Something she couldn’t figure out.

“Tate…Dieu…need to come…” She dropped her head back and closed her eyes.

Tate’s fingers tightened on her neck and he shook her. Olivia gasped and opened her eyes again.

“Look at me.” When she met his gaze his was intense and serious. “This is me, Olivia, going after what I want. All of you. All night.”

A fist clenched her chest so hard, it stole her breath.

He thrust deep and paused. Her body strained, on the edge of another wicked orgasm. “Do you understand?” he asked, deadly serious. “I want to own you. I need to fucking own you tonight, Olivia.”

Her breath stuttered. And in that moment, looking into those dark, haunted eyes, his face shadowed in the dim light, she understood perfectly. For the first time in her life, she understood the intensity of two like people meeting and bonding. She understood the feeling of safety while being dominated. The comfort of being controlled. The pleasure of being completely taken.

“Yes,” she told him. “Tonight. I’m yours.”

Emotions she couldn’t quite read flashed though his eyes. They were there and gone so fast, swirling among so much passion, she couldn’t begin to guess what they had been. She only knew his thrusts came deeper, harder, and faster. His kisses grew more passionate. His expression darkened and sharpened.

“Olivia…” he rasped, dropping his forehead to hers. “So wet. Come for me, Liv. I want to feel it. Feel it all around me.”

She whimpered because her body responded immediately. The orgasm that seemed to be hovering over her crashed, shattering through her body, twisting her muscles, and pulling moans from her throat. Olivia clung to him while he continued to thrust and thrust and thrust. And just when the orgasmic haze started to clear, another built. Before she had time to catch her breath, she was crying, “N'arrete pas, n’arrete pas… Dieu…”

And slam, she shot off into the stratosph

ere again. Tate came with her, his muscles hardening to granite beneath her hands, his guttural growls of release singing through her, heart, body and soul.