Chapter Nine

Revelry

Tucker

His cock was fit to burst with desire. Granted, it had been years since he'd had the opportunity to enjoy a woman this way, but even when he'd regularly taken lovers, he'd rarely bestowed this gift upon them.

As with so many other things about her, though, Ella was different. She wasn't a disposable asset there only to please him and hadn't rolled over and complied with his every command. On the contrary, she had tried her best to thwart his will at every possible turn in the last couple of days. Her determination seemingly endless.

Until earlier. Earlier, when he'd stroked her to orgasm and allowed her to rest, then at this moment, when rather than attempting to fight, she had surrendered with a wicked glint in her gorgeous green eyes.

Ella knew what she was signing up for when she stretched out on the bed before him. She knew he was horny and had told him she wanted him, but she had no idea what that meant. Yes, he'd told her that he wouldn't be gentle, but he hadn't been explicit about the details. About how he wanted her at his feet, wanted to use her and degrade her to within an inch of her life. Hell, in his fantasies, he imagined wrapping his hand around her delicate throat and controlling her breath while he came inside her.

Tucker wanted it all.

Immersing himself in her heat and scent, his tongue lapped at her quivering flesh. Based on the frantic whimpers coming from her, she was definitely close to being tipped into freefall again. He couldn't wait to devour her flavor once she'd contracted around his fingers.

His balls ached at the tantalizing prospect. He'd enjoyed the taste of her after she'd fallen asleep but could only envision how incredible it would be to fill her afterward.

"You're going to come for me." Withdrawing an inch, he growled the promise to her clit as his fingers pumped in and out of her tight, wet cunt.

Her hips rose at the vow, her fingers clawing at his bedding as she panted for air. "Yes, sir."

There wasn't a flicker of insubordination in her tone. No part of her that wanted to flee as his lips clamped onto her clit and sucked as hard as he could. Whatever rebellion remained in Ella, he was going to fuck it out of her.

"Oh God!" Her body tensed around him until, finally, she relented and succumbed to the avalanche of carnality.

It had been too long since he'd reveled in the power of a woman's body and even longer since he'd shown any interest in his partner's pleasure. He wasn't sure how it had happened, but in a matter of hours, Ella had changed him.

He recognized the shift within him as her essence enveloped him.

Shehad altered him, transforming him into a man willing to consider her needs, even as he contemplated her denigration.

He lapped at her nub as the thunderous tremors passed through her. By the time Ella's body was spent with the passion, Tucker's cock was desperate. Rising to his feet, he pulled out the phone Bennett had left with Ella from his pocket and threw it onto the countertop. Tucker had carried the damn thing around for long enough. He no longer cared what Bennett's intentions had been when he'd slid it into his daughter's sleeping bag. He could only think about sliding himself into his daughter.

"Get up." Jerking down his trousers, he released his eager shaft. He reached out his palm, but his tone alone revealed how thin his patience was. Tucker had played the gentleman long enough. It was time Ella got a glimpse of the real Tucker Bowman.

She scrambled to obey, her cheeks flushed with color as she rose on shaky legs.

"I want you." Grabbing her ass, he pulled her against his body, pushing his cock against her midriff.

"Have me, sir."

If the wildcat was intimidated by his need, she wasn't letting it show. He admired that about her.

"On your knees." He was already pushing her shoulder down toward the floor. "I want your hot little mouth around my cock before I screw you."

"Yes, sir." She complied without reticence, eyeing his enormous crown with hunger.

"Hands behind your back." He slid his fingers into her dark blond tresses and gripped the back of her head. "Use only your mouth."

Her hands glided into place, and she barely had time to nod before the tip of his cock nudged at her lips.

"Open."

He thrust into her as her mouth parted, groaning at the pleasurable relief of her throat. Hot, ecstatic hedonism flooded his senses as his digits stiffened in her hair. Tucker didn't want to come in her mouth, but he wanted to use it and let her know precisely what the pretty orifice was for.

Ella was quite the loquacious woman. She'd had questions for him from the first moment they'd met, and generally, he didn't mind her inquiring nature. He understood her confusion and why she wanted information about him and his past, but for Tucker, there were some areas that called for a woman's obedience, and this was one. She'd assented to this intimacy, and now he was going to enjoy her.

She struggled around his length, her eyes widening as his cocktip grazed the back of her throat, but to her credit, she didn't try to push him away. Her wrists remained behind her back, her mouth filled with his bulging dick. The sight was utter perfection.

"Good girl." He used his free hand to stroke the loose strands of her hair from her face. "Take all of me."

She blinked away tears when he finally pulled away, eyeing the collection of drool that fell to the floor between them.

"Okay?" His fingers shifted to her chin and compelled her attention back to him.

"Yes." She managed a smile. "Thank you, sir."

"Your throat is lovely. Now, let's see about your tongue." Gripping his shaft, he thrust his testicles in her direction. "Clean my balls."

She caught her lower lip between her white teeth as she inched forward on her knees. "Yes, sir."

Her breath was hot against his groin as she started tonguing his left ball. Fresh shoots of arousal flooded his body as he watched her show of submission. For a woman to give herself to him this way was exquisite, but for a woman in her vulnerable and captive position to do so was astonishing.

She was too good to be true.

"Very nice." He hissed the praise, conscious not to give in to his excitement too early. "And the other one."

She shuffled into place, eagerly lapping his sensitive flesh while her gaze darted to his face.

"Ready to be screwed, little girl?" His thumb stroked the side of her face as she worshipped him.

"Yes, sir," she panted around his testicles. "Where do you want me?"

His gaze shot straight to his bed. "Over the end of my bedstead." Tugging at her tresses, he pulled her toward the handmade furniture. "You're fucked, little girl."

***

Ella

Arousal flooded her brain as he steered her toward the bed. On some level, Ella was aware of what was happening. She sensed the touch of his hand at her hip and how the wooden floor felt beneath her bare feet, but she scarcely recognized what was happening until he bent her over the end of the frame.

At that moment, the soft kiss on her shoulder and the sudden hard smack to her derriere brought her crashing back to the scintillating reality.

She was there in Tucker's shitty little hut. She was naked with her captor, softened by his insistent tongue and undoubtedly on the verge of giving herself to him.

How had that happened?

She blinked at the fleeting question, sucking in air as he landed another sharp strike to her prone backside.

"Hold on tight, little girl." He nudged her feet wider, his palm trailing a line from her shoulder to the base of her spine.

"Oh yes." Her head fell at his caress.

Tucker's touch felt so good. She'd been fucked by numerous guys before and woken up nude in stranger's bedrooms more times than she cared to remember, but she couldn't recall ever experiencing such intense chemistry before. When his fingertips grazed over her skin, she sensed the electricity there and knew the promise they offered.

"Hey!" His hand rose to her hair and fisted her long tresses. "I mean it. Hold on to the bedstead."

"Oh." She giggled at her error, gripping the wood as he brushed his cock over her ass cheek. The way he held her head by her hair only ratcheted up the desire swimming in her veins. "Yes, sir."

"Arch your back for me." His voice rasped as he seized her hip.

"Sir?" Complying, she twisted her head to gaze his way as much as his fist would allow.

"What is it?" He buried his dick between her cheeks as he pressed himself against her.

"Do we have a condom?"

Her heart thundered at the loss. She was usually meticulous about safe sex but couldn't envision a scenario where she didn't get to feel him inside of her.

"Don't worry." He met her gaze, his hand guiding her face toward his lips. "I won't come inside you."

"But—"

Her response was swallowed by his punishing kiss, his tongue delving past her lips and mirroring the act she longed for his cock to give her.

"I said, don't worry." He murmured the words against her skin. "I said I'll take care of you, little girl, and I will."

She considered what her reply should be as his lips pressed hot kisses to the side of her neck, but all coherent thought was lost to the frenzied caresses. She'd have preferred he use a condom, but she also accepted they didn't have any. Tucker lived in the middle of the woods. He had no access to contraception, and she guessed Alexander hadn't seen this outcome when he zipped her up in the sleeping bag and abandoned his daughter…

She wanted Tucker as much as he clearly longed for her, and since she couldn't accept the possibility of denying their passion, she had no choice but to trust him.

Trust.

A gasp left her lips as he suckled her nape. How could she trust the man who'd agreed to take her as a surety? But then, now that she'd agreed to succumb to his charms, how could she not?

"Okay." Her fingers tightened against the bed as she sighed the reply. "I won't worry."

She wasn't convinced it was a vow she could stand by, but grinding back against his engorged cock, she realized that, in that instance, she didn't care. She wanted him to fuck her the way he'd promised to. She couldn't imagine looking back at that moment and regretting their lack of intimacy.

"Good." His hips withdrew a few inches before slamming forward and lunging his dick inside.

She called out at the intrusion, prepared by his enthusiastic tonguing, yet somehow ill-equipped to deal with his ferocity.

"Fuck!" she panted as he withdrew before burying himself deep inside her again.

"That's right." His left hand skimmed along her arm until it found her waiting breast and squeezed the mound. "You're going to be royally fucked, little girl."

She struggled to catch her breath as his hips picked up the pace and drove his long shaft in and out of her. Over and over, he ravaged her, pinching her nipple before grasping for her other breast and manhandling the teat.

Ella was lost to his frenzied display of authority, her head falling back to meet his as her eyes flickered closed. It didn't matter that none of it made sense, that they should never have been thrust into this absurd situation, let alone attracted to one another.

As Tucker gave her what she so badly needed, there were only the two of them in the whole world, his crappy cabin elevated to something bordering palatial. The dull thud of their flesh colliding drowned out the crackling noises of the fire, as well as any semblance of rational thought.