Chapter Fourteen

Deliverance

Ella

Ella’s head swam with passion as their mouths collided. The onslaught of his palm had been arduous enough, but the damn brush had pushed her right to the brink, and even though she’d put on a brave face for Tucker, she was perpetually grateful he’d only delivered five spanks with the implement.

She wasn’t sure she could have endured much more, especially at the intensity he’d provided the final stroke with, but as she broke their sensual connection, the remnants of that pain were all but lost. Of course, she remembered the ordeal, and she was well aware of how his spanks had liquified her sex, but this moment was all about deliverance. It was about reigniting the visceral chemistry that never went away.

Running her hands along his neck and through his hair, she breathed in the tantalizing aroma of his sandalwood-scented skin. Christ, she wanted him. She needed to feel him inside her, needed him to make her feel as though she was the center of his entire world again.

“You are frantic, aren’t you?” He didn’t try to resist her fingers as she tugged his dark hair.

Her gaze scanned his tresses, noticing where the first gray hairs highlighted his mane, but rather than perturb her, the signs of his age only turned her on. Tucker was around twenty years her elder, and when she gave herself to him, his experience showed. Cupping her breasts, she pushed them into his face and moaned as his lips nipped first one, then the other sensitive bud.

“I want you, sir.”

It wasn’t the first time she’d told him that, but as she ground her hips against his towel, she’d never been more certain about the fact. No one made her feel the way Tucker did, and staring into his blue eyes, she couldn’t imagine how anyone ever could.

He pushed her hands aside and grasped her breasts in his palms. His fingers played with her beading nipples, sparking fresh hedonism in her brain as he buried his face into her cleavage and kissed her. She was breathless at his caresses, the stubble at his face tickling her delicate flesh before he came up for air.

“Ride me, little girl.” A sexy grin spread over his face as he yanked at the towel between them to reveal his massive erection. “I want you on top.”

His command was music to her ears. She didn’t need to touch between her legs to know how ready she was for his cock. Gripping her fingers around his swollen shaft, she pressed down onto his hard length.

“Fuck.” Her eyes fell closed as he filled her, her hips bucking forward to provide the friction her hungry clitoris sought. Her pleasure was exacerbated even further when his fingers tweaked her eager buds again, rolling them between his digits and igniting her.

“I said. Ride. Me.” He snarled the words, and when she opened her eyes, she was shocked to find him right there with her.

“Yes, sir.”

She didn’t even think as she obeyed, rolling forward over his prick before slamming back down over him. His girth stretched her, demanding she accept him, and she groaned at its exquisite insistence.

So fucking good.

“Oh, yes.” She smiled, her breath hitching as his hips drew back as far as the couch would allow and plowed back into her. Again and again, their bodies collided, the sound of their flesh rebounding around the room as she threw back her head and did as he commanded.

“Ride me.” His lids were heavy as he repeated the order. “You feel incredible.”

“Sir.” She pressed against his chest, conscious that the burgeoning ache at her clit was going to erupt if they continued at this pace. “I need to come.”

“Beg me for it, little girl.” His hands squeezed her tender backside. “Plead for permission.”

“Oh, yes.” No directive from anyone had ever electrified her the way that one did. In the past, she would have fought and kicked out at anyone who dared to demand it from her, but now she yearned for it. She wanted to be made to beg, had sought this side of his dominance when she told him of her impending release.

“Sir.” She clenched around his cock, squeezing him with her intimate muscles. “I’m so close. Please, may I come for you?”

Desire flashed in his eyes as her entreaty captivated him. “Beg harder.”

His jaw tightened, and she had the idea that he was holding back from his own climax in order to make her wait. Something about the idea that he, too, was protracting his pleasure pushed her even closer to the precipice.

“Please, sir.” She rode him faster, taking herself right to the brink even before the permission was granted. “I love having you inside me, but I really need to come.”

He leaned closer, his lips crashing into hers. In a heartbeat, his tongue drove into her mouth, imitating the act his dick was so desperate to offer her pussy. She mewled in response, frantic to take everything that he had to offer and unashamed to love every second of his ministrations.

“Okay, little girl.” His voice was husky as he drew away, his rapid breaths conveying how close he also was to coming. “Erupt for me. Do it now.”

It only took a few more collective thrusts to topple her, her clit triggering the detonator that sent energy whipping around every cell of her body. She called out as the orgasm ripped through her, collapsing over him and clinging to his biceps as he continued to plunder her.

She trailed kisses on his chest when his climax followed soon after, gasping as he rammed his erection deep inside her, then resting her face against his soft hair when his body finally sagged against the sofa.

The sense of repletion that washed over her as their bodies entwined was incredible. She barely even registered the fact he’d just come inside her without a condom. It was as though this was where she was supposed to be, there straddling Tucker while the world played out from the window behind him.

The rest of that world meant nothing to her. At that moment, there was only his hard body and exaggerated breaths meeting her soft and sated form. Nothing but their ecstatic union made sense.

***

Tucker

Bennett’s call had propelled them from the forest, but even after he’d dispatched the red-haired goon and started the long trek back to the city, Tucker couldn’t have imagined an outcome as satisfying as this one.

Sitting astride him, Ella clung gently to his body. Her breaths were slow and regular, their cadence assuring him of both her contentment and calm. He lifted one hand to her back, rubbing her skin softly as he pressed a kiss to her crown.

“You’re getting chilly,” he whispered. “We’d better get that robe back over you.”

“I don’t want to move, sir.” She sighed, her lips curling as her gaze rose to meet his. “I’m happy here.”

“Me, too, little girl.” He couldn’t argue with her way of thinking. He adored the growing intimacy between them, but the urge to look after her compelled him to persist. “But I don’t want you getting ill.” He straightened, pushing her body back and snaking his arms around her to steady her. “Let’s get you warm.”

She scowled as her head rose. “Fine.” Her gaze narrowed playfully as he ushered her from his lap and gestured to the robe she’d discarded at his feet. She lowered to collect the robe, pulling the fabric around her as she met his eyes. “Happy?”

“Very.” He arched an eyebrow at her wry tone, shaking his head as he went on. “You’d better watch that tone, though. I’m not sure your sweet backside can cope with much more of my palm.”

“You’re right, sir.” She chuckled. “I’ll be good.”

That was what he wanted to hear.

“Let’s eat something.” He rose to his feet and grasped her hand. “I’m starving. How about you?”

“Definitely.” Her free hand lowered to her belly to prove the point. “Let me guess, sir? You have a full fridge of food here?”

“I don’t know about full.” He chuckled as he guided her back to the hallway and into the kitchen. “But there should be something here for us to devour.”

“Apart from me?” She giggled as they entered the kitchen.

“Yes.” He tugged her closer and kissed her cheek. “I fucking love devouring you, but I think we need food as well.”

He left her by a stool at the kitchen island and walked to the fridge. A limited array of food had been left by his staff, which was understandable given that he hadn’t had a chance to let anyone know that he was intending to stay. His gaze scanned the jars of preserves and the loaf of bread, pausing at the pot of fresh soup. He checked the label, discovering it was carrot and coriander flavored, and was pleased to see there was still a week left until the soup spoiled. Reaching for the pot, he eyed the product thoughtfully. The last meal he’d given her had also been a soup, but in the short term, it was still the best he had to offer.

“There’s not much choice.” He peered over his shoulder to find her perched on the edge of one of the stools. Her pained expression suggested that sitting on the hard surface was taxing after her most recent punishment. The thought buoyed him more than was probably right, but he pushed it from his mind, resolved to feed them before their next round of pleasure. “Just more soup, I’m afraid, and this one isn’t even homemade.”

“It’s okay, sir.” She smiled despite her evident discomfort. “Soup is good. What kind is it?”

“Not rabbit.” He smirked at her stifled laughter.

“Well, that’s good to know,” she replied. “Can I help?”

“No, you sit,” he commanded, knowing his instruction would likely cause more agony than her offer to help would. “I’m going to take care of you.”

“Thanks.” She winced as she shuffled back on the stool, watching him as he found two bowls and set to work on heating the soup.

“Can we talk about me calling my mum now, sir?” Her tentative tone drew his focus temporarily from the food.

“We can talk,” he replied, promising her nothing more than that.

Naturally, he understood her desire to allay her mother’s concerns, but that didn’t mean he intended to make the task easy for her. Having Ella around was a constant source of desire and diversion. He was sure he could make her latest request part of the package, and as he spooned the soup into the bowls, he contemplated how he would employ her need into his devilish plan.

“I think it’s only fair that I call her,” she went on, evidently unsure of how to manage his response. “Now that I’m out of the woods and back to civilization. She’ll be worried sick, sir.”

“I’m sure.” Tucker didn’t have any children, but he wasn’t entirely made of stone and could understand the anxiety that losing touch with Ella must have caused her mother. Even though her daughter was an adult, he was sure Ella wasn’t overstating the situation. “I understand, little girl, and you can call her once you’ve done something for me.”

“ Something ?” The word echoed around the vast kitchen as he transferred the first bowl to the brand-new microwave. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know yet.” He met the trepidation in her gaze, his imagination already going wild with the possibilities. Not only did he have a gorgeous woman in his possession, but at the rate they were falling for each other, he could probably persuade her to do just about anything with the right impetus. “But don’t worry, little girl. I’ll think of something.”