Hungry.
Dylan helped her to her feet. He turned away, fastening his jeans in a cursory manner, his haste obvious. Alice, too, fastened her button fly with clumsy fingers—she hadn’t fastened them since she’d climaxed in the corral—and sat on a bale of hay. He rapidly unsaddled Quinn. She loved watching him, admiring his sure action and flexing muscles, captured by the brisk yet somehow sensual movements as he toweled off and brushed the horse’s sleek coat. He didn’t look around at her as he led Quinn out of the paddock to stable him, but she knew he was highly aware of her. She felt his attention on her like a mild current on every inch of her skin.
Her anticipation bordered on anxiety waiting for him to return. She wanted to please him. She just plain wanted him.
But surely he’s been with more skilled, knowledgeable lovers than you.
Alice wasn’t sure that her clawing hunger for him was enough to please him.
She heard the sound of his boot steps coming closer. Her breath caught at the sight of his tall form. He approached, watching her from beneath a lowered brow, peeling off his remaining glove as he entered the paddock. He walked over to where she sat and tossed the glove on the hay behind her. For a moment, their gazes locked. Something she read in his lustrous dark eyes made everything but her desire fade.
Wordlessly, Alice reached for his waistband and unbuttoned his jeans. He helped her get his clothing over his swollen erection and down to his thighs.
“I’m going to be coming in no time,” he said.
Her heart paused at his stark confession of boiling need. It was exactly what she required at that moment.
She ran her hand along the underside of his thrusting erection, overwhelmed by the weight of his arousal. No wonder he said he’d be coming soon. He was stretched tight with lust. His need sparked her own flame high. She lifted the succulent cockhead to her lips. He hissed between clenched teeth and cupped the back of her head with his palm.
She knew instinctively Dylan would like it fierce and forceful. Why wouldn’t he, when those two words described the essence of his character? She sucked him into her mouth, clamping her lips hard. Her entire awareness narrowed to the feeling of him filling her mouth.
Overfilling.
She bobbed her head and moaned, sinking him as deep as she dared. He was so warm and alive, so hard and teeming with raw lust. His fingers tightened at the hair at her nape, and he groaned deep and rough. It thrilled her to touch his most sensitive flesh so intimately, to control his pleasure so completely.
She cupped his balls in her hand and bobbed her head over him, sucking hungrily, clamping him so hard her jaw ached.
“God, Alice,” he grated out, pushing her head slightly against him as she worked him farther and farther into her mouth with each pass. “Yeah, that’s good. I knew you’d be hungry, baby.” Spurred on by his rough praise, she pulled her head back. The fat cockhead popped out of her lips. She batted at the jutting staff with her hand, loving his turgid weight. She grasped the stalk and plunged him almost immediately between her lips again.
He growled in surprised ferocity and gripped the hair at her nape. “I’m going to pay you back for that.”
His erotic threat only fevered her more. His cock thrust farther into her mouth than ever, brushing her throat. Alice gagged, and he immediately withdrew. She grabbed a dense, smooth buttock and pulled him back to her. Breathing through her nose, and willing her throat to relax, she plunged him deep and sure. His harsh grunt was her reward. His hand on her head grew more forceful as she bobbed forward and back, but Alice wanted it. He was guiding her in his pleasure, and she didn’t expect the journey to be gentle.
“Aw, yeah. Fuck yeah … Oh, Jesus, that’s so good,” he muttered, sounding fierce even as he abandoned himself. She lost herself a little, too, in those tense, desperate moments, sacrificing herself to his pleasure. She became distantly aware of hi
m pulling gently on the hair on her nape. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him in surprise as he pulled her down the length of his cock. He popped out of the ring of her lips, the glistening, plump cock-head bumping against her swollen, sensitive mouth.
“I want to see your eyes,” he bit out. “Look at me while you use your tongue. Lick it all over. Yeah, that’s right,” he rasped as she followed his instructions, holding his cock at the base and laving her tongue along the cockhead and distended staff. She pressed tight, tracing a swollen vein with the tip of her tongue. A muscle jumped in his rigid cheek, and a thrill coursed through her. He watched her with a tight, feral focus. When she’d tongued him everywhere, she closed her eyes and lowered her head, licking his round, full testicles.
He groaned roughly above her and tugged on her hair, gentle but firm. She glanced up at him as he used his hand to guide his cock back between her lips. “I’m going to come in your mouth,” he said as he pushed the flaring cockhead between her lips and thrust along her tongue. “Do you understand?”
Alice held his stare and nodded, making his cock bob in the air. The tight, wild pleasure on his face at that moment held her spellbound.
His buttocks bunched tight in her hand as he thrust into her again and again, and she kept pace with him, straining not to break rhythm. For a moment, they existed together at the core of unbridled lust, and Alice let him have free rein. It excited her, to engage in that race with him, to let him use her for his pleasure, to be the source of the taut friction that would shatter into his bliss.
Her eyes sprang wide when he thrust and swelled huge in her mouth. She pumped the lower portion of his shaft with her hand and sank him deep, craving her due.
LATER, after they pulled themselves together and walked out to the car, sex-flushed and satisfied, Alice wondered with a rush of embarrassment if Kevin and his accountant had heard Dylan’s harsh roar as he came in her mouth minutes ago.
But in those moments when he’d clutched her to him desperately and she’d had her first taste of Dylan’s pleasure, her sole mandate had been to drink deeper.
FIFTEEN
The place where Dylan had made reservations for them for dinner was called the Twelve Oaks Inn. It stood majestically on the peak of a massive sand dune overlooking Lake Michigan. The moment Alice saw it in the distance, she gasped in awe.
“It looks like Castle Durand, but smaller,” she said as they coasted down the country road toward the solitary inn. The sun was starting to dip toward the glistening Great Lake ahead of them.
“It was designed by the same architect and built within two years of the Durand home. It’s owned by a nice lady named Deanna Shrevecraft. She used to work in Durand Enterprise’s human resources department. She and her husband bought it a few years back,” he said as he pulled into a small parking lot. “She should have everything ready for us so that we can clean up and change.”