Dirty Devil / The Fling. Stefanie London

body against mine and how, the more he touched me, the less like a ghost I felt. As if he was drawing me into the world and making me a part of it.

      Perhaps I should have found that scary, but I didn’t. Right now, right here, I craved it.

      He kissed me, lightly at first, teasing and seductive, biting and nipping, before deepening the kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth as his body pressed me down onto the cool sheets.

      He’d taken control completely, and I didn’t care as I slid my hands down his back, glorying in the steel beneath his skin, the lithe power of his body and all that leashed, coiled strength.

      God, he was so hot.

      I tightened my legs around him, rubbing up against the hard ridge that pressed between my thighs, feeling the metal of the ring in his cock scrape deliciously over my sensitive skin. I groaned at the sensation while he gave a low, breathless laugh. ‘Greedy girl,’ he murmured against my neck. ‘Stop that.’

      ‘Why?’ I tried to do it again, but he held me down.

      ‘Because if you don’t stop rubbing that gorgeous pussy all over me this’ll be over before we even get started.’ He gripped me then rolled us both over, so he was lying on his back and I was on top of him. Then he pushed himself up the bed until he was leaning against the headboard, long and muscular, bronze skin and coloured ink. A big, powerful sexy man, tattooed and gorgeous.

      I leaned forward, my palms on his hot chest, tilting my hips against the steel bar of his cock pressed between us. ‘Come on,’ I ordered, unable to contain my frustration. ‘I want you.’

      His smile ignited something demanding deep inside me. ‘I love that you’re so into me, Sugar. But I’m in charge remember? And right now, I just want to look at you.’

      ‘What? Again?’

      He laughed and a flush of pleasure rose the length of my body, making my growing frustration even worse. ‘Yes, again.’

      It was weird, feeling this impatient, given patience was one of the things I’d learned early on in my line of work. Watching and waiting was part of a successful mission.

      Yet I didn’t want to watch and wait now. I wanted him to get on with it.

      ‘Please,’ I murmured, brushing my lips against his.

      ‘Patience.’ Keeping one hand on my hip, he leaned over to the bedside table, rummaging around in it. Drawing out a handful of small colourful packets, he straightened up and held them out in his palm. ‘Pick a colour.’

      They were condoms. Obviously.

      My hand shook as I picked out a blue one at random and he dumped the rest on the bed beside us. Then he made me sit down across his thighs as he lay back, ripping open the packet and taking out the condom.

      I watched, fascinated, as he deftly rolled the latex over his cock and the piercing, and my half-formed fears of it somehow tearing the condom died a death. He knew what he was doing; of course he did.

      Once that was done, he stared at me and this time he didn’t smile. His eyes were molten and there was a tightness to his jaw.

      Something gathered in the air between us, a tense, burning thing.

      ‘Ready?’ Threads of darkness ran through his beautiful voice, quicksilver glinting in his gaze.

      ‘Yes,’ I said aloud, my voice so thick, it didn’t even sound like mine.

      He urged me close, gripping his cock in one hand, and then he was nudging the entrance to my body. I shivered, my breath catching. His face was inches from mine, the look in his eyes shockingly intense.

      I trembled, my body tensing despite my best intentions, waiting for the thrust. But it didn’t come. Instead, he rubbed the head of his dick through the folds of my sex, a gentle sliding sensation that made me gasp. I could feel the metal of the ring pressing lightly against my clit, the hardness of it striking sparks of intense pleasure along every nerve-ending I had.

      ‘Oh... God...’ I breathed shakily, curling my fingers into the firm muscle of his chest. ‘What...are you doing?’

      He put a hand on my hip, holding me down. ‘Getting you off.’

      ‘I know but...’ The ring pressed lightly on my clit again and I jerked, gasping, electric pleasure searing me. ‘I want... I want...’

      ‘What do you want?’ He growled the words, demanding. ‘Tell me.’

      I was panting again, unable to stop, my hips moving against his hold as he tormented me, the heat of his body and the musky scent of fully aroused male like a drug. ‘You,’ I gasped. ‘I want you.’

      ‘Then take me.’ The molten silver of his eyes held me fast. ‘Put my dick inside you.’

      I didn’t think about how I hadn’t done this before. I didn’t even think about how I was going to hide my inexperience from him. Operating entirely on instinct, I reached down, sliding my fingers around his thick shaft, then I positioned myself and guided him into me without any hesitation at all.

      It didn’t hurt. It didn’t even sting. There was just an intense stretching sensation and an unfamiliar feeling of fullness that had me panting and trembling uncontrollably. Were all men this big or was it just him?

      His jaw was tight, the glitter of his eyes like silver flames. ‘You okay?’

      ‘Uh...yeah...’ I managed to force out.

      ‘Good.’ His hand on my hip gentled and he slid his other hand to the small of my back, pressing lightly, encouraging me to arch my spine. ‘Take me deeper, Sugar.’

      And I did, groaning at the intensity of the sensation. When I was finally sitting down on him, his cock deep inside me, all I could do was sit there shaking, my hands pressed to his chest, trying to breathe through the pressure.

      His body was tense and I knew he was holding himself back. But he didn’t move. Instead, he stroked my back with one of his warm hands, up and down, while with the other he cupped my breast, circling his thumb over my nipple, gently teasing it.

      The combination of soothing strokes and white-hot bursts of pleasure was confusing yet erotic as hell. And I found myself forgetting about the pressure of him inside me, leaning back and arching into his hand.

      He pinched my nipple lightly and I gasped, flexing my hips, wanting to move, but he remained still, stroking my back unhurriedly as he toyed with my breast.

      ‘You...c-can move now,’ I stuttered breathlessly. ‘Please.’

      ‘Not yet.’ His voice was full of lazy heat, as if he could sit there doing this all night. ‘Remember who’s in charge.’

      ‘But I—’

      ‘I know. I want to get you off again first.’

      ‘You already did before.’

      ‘So?’ He pinched my nipple again, harder, making me groan. ‘One orgasm doesn’t make an orgy. A woman gets to come as many times as she likes; that’s your super-power. And it’s a fucking crime to waste it.’

      I stared up at him, exquisitely conscious of him stretched long and thick inside me. Of his body like a furnace against me, smooth skin, hard muscle and iron strength. His gaze searched mine, looking at me as though I was a new language he wanted to learn or a puzzle he wanted to solve.

      I liked that, even though I knew I shouldn’t.

      Still staring at me, he dropped his hand from my breast down to where we were joined, stroking my clit lightly with one finger. I shook as the pleasure of it licked up my spine, and the hand he had in the small of my back firmed, keeping me there. Then he took one of my hands from his chest and drew it down between us. ‘Put my fingers on your clit. Show me how you like it.’

      I was shaking now, unable to think. All I wanted was more of what he’d