Insolence (4 page)

Aric’s cock leaked a steady stream of pre-cum as he squirted
lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together and warming the liquid. He stroked
the wetness over the tight hole where he would put his cock. She shuddered,
little sounds of arousal escaping her as he worked in first one finger and then
two.

He slipped his fingers into her, stretching her and getting
her used to the feel of something in her ass. Nibbling at the indention of her
spine, he fucked her with his fingers. He scissored them and she moaned. He
added a third finger and heard her breath hitch.

After a few minutes of him fucking her with three fingers,
she pushed back and Aric’s cock throbbed. Removing his fingers from her tight
hole, he reached for the lube. He squirted the slippery gel onto his cock and
spread it thickly, shaking with anticipation. He held the bottle over the
crease of her ass and squeezed. Clear lube ran down between the globes.

With his fingers, Aric spread her open, looking at the
delicate pink skin glistening with wetness. He groaned and pressed the head of
his cock to her tight opening. She made a little sound but again arched back.

Filled with lust at the idea of fucking Ainsley’s virgin
ass, Aric pressed his hips against her. His cock met resistance.

“Push back, Ains,” he gritted, trying to hang on to his
control so he wouldn’t hurt her.

She pushed. He eased the thick crown of his cock past the
tight ring of muscle and sank halfway into her ass. A surprised yelp escaped
her. Aric kissed her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, caressing her thigh soothingly.

Ainsley wriggled a little. “God, Aric. My whole body is on
fire. My nipples. My ass…”

She shuddered and he inched forward, rocking his hips until
he finally sank fully into her. A muffled sob reached his ears. He froze.

“Ains? Are you okay?”

Please be okay. Please be okay
, he chanted silently.
There’s
no way I can stop now!

“Touch me, Aric. Holy shit. Just touch me,” she moaned.

Aric didn’t care that she’d slipped from her role as
submissive. All he cared about was the tight, velvety stroke of her ass on his
cock. He pulled back a little and thrust into her again, watching as he pushed
her against the horse, her clamped nipples brushing the cool leather.

“More!” she cried out, her fingers reaching backward for
him.

The movement shoved her nipples harder against the horse and
she whimpered. Aric knew she was racked by intense sensation. Using his
superior height to advantage, he angled his hips into the cushion of her
buttocks, short-thrusting quickly into her tight anus. Her flesh gripped him so
hard he could barely move. He reached around her and tweaked her nipples with
his fingertips, watching her shudder with reaction.

The hot, wet heat of her ass pushed him quickly toward his
orgasm. He couldn’t believe just how great it felt to have his naked cock
filling her backside. His breath came in rapid pants that matched hers. When he
felt her arm shift beneath his, he realized she’d slipped her fingers into her
cunt without permission. Instead of angering him, it turned him on even more.
His balls tightened unbearably.

“Oh fuck, Ainsley, I’m going to come,” he groaned.

Aric imagined each of his thrusts pushed her clit against
her hand and the thought drove him mad with lust. He pinched her nipples,
tugging on the clamps. She gasped and shook, her ass clutching his cock,
milking it as she came, a stifled scream on her lips.

He pumped into her velvet flesh twice more, then shouted her
name as he went up in flames, his cock filling her with hot cum. Dazed, Aric
slumped onto her back, his fingers digging into her hips with bruising force.
His cock slipped from her ass and he stumbled back. Lube and cum streaked her
slender thighs. Her fingers were still buried in her pussy. Her shoulders
heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

Aric shook his head, trying to clear it. He felt groggy,
muzzy and incoherent, as if someone had hit him upside the head with a
two-by-four. He staggered a little as he grasped her around the waist, drawing
her upright. He kissed her neck and her cheek, murmuring to her how great she
was, how awesome, how much he liked what they had done.

She blinked at him sleepily, passion slowly fading from her
beautiful face. Aric kissed her, teasing the seam of her lips with his tongue
for a moment. Then he smiled at her.

“Breathe in,” he ordered.

She stared at him, bewildered, but drew in a deep breath.
Aric released the nipple clamps. Her eyes widened and a hoarse yell broke from
her throat. He bent his head and laved the reddened flesh, sucking it lightly
into his mouth. First one nipple, then the other.

Her breathing came erratically and Aric smiled.

“More lessons?” he asked.

She blinked, stunned lust suffusing her face. Aric laughed
and kissed her, turning her toward the bathroom.

“We’ll wash first. Then there’s some other stuff we can do.”

“Oh Aric,” she said on a long sigh.

He laughed again and rubbed a hand over her ass cheek. “We
have all night, you know.”

She moaned again and he realized he’d never felt quite so
satisfied in his life, even though she had again forgotten to address him as
Sir.

Sunday morning, Aric stared at his reflection in the
bathroom mirror. He looked the same. Same dark hair spiking up uncontrollably.
Same crinkle-cornered gray eyes, piercing, no-nonsense, unemotional…He drew a
breath. Not unemotional. Not any longer. Being with Ainsley seemed to have
opened his internal floodgates. Hope gleamed in the midst of clouded confusion
in the gray irises.

He studied himself closely, trying to be objective. He was
the same man he’d always been, wasn’t he? All he’d done was control Ainsley,
fuck Ainsley, make love to Ainsley…

Aric leaned forward, closing his eyes. His forehead met the
cool surface of the mirror. The reality of the past two nights sank in. Dear
God. He’d made love to Ainsley Connor. Touched her naked breasts and the satin
skin of her inner thighs. He’d tasted her, feasting on her cream until his head
buzzed like a drunk’s. He didn’t dare think about her lying naked in his bed.
His body hurt. At thirty-two, he couldn’t spend two nights fucking more than a
half dozen times without paying the price. His price had turned out to be groin
muscles that complained when he walked, balls that felt tender to the touch and
a cock that hesitated at the notion of another erection. Still, despite their
abused state, his genitalia stirred at the thought of what he’d done to her.
Apparently, even weakened by last night’s orgasms, his body couldn’t get enough
of Ainsley.

But it was Sunday and Aric had limited time left with her.
He still hadn’t figured out what to do. Obviously they needed to talk but he
didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted, except that he
didn’t want to lose his best friend—nor did he want to lose the most incredible
lover he’d ever had. The thought of her going home and finding another man
filled him with panic and possessiveness. She belonged to him now, and he
wouldn’t stand for her dating or sleeping with another man. Hell. He wouldn’t
stand for her even looking at one.

He froze as he realized he’d been so good at keeping people
at arm’s length that even with the his best friend, the woman he’d known most of
his life, he barely knew the first thing about her personal life. He had no
idea if Ainsley was seeing someone. She could already have a lover in her life,
a boyfriend, and he’d never know it. They didn’t talk about such personal
things. The notion that she might already be involved with someone and he was
just an itch she needed to scratch sent his thoughts spiraling into a dark pain
he’d never known before.

Geez. He backed away from the mirror, running his hand over
his face and around the back of his neck. He had somehow become a total basket
case in the space of forty-eight hours. He had no idea one woman could wear out
his body, twist his guts into knots, turn his brain to mush, screw with his
carefully ordered life and fill him with aching confusion and emotional pain
the likes of which he’d never known. Of course he should have known that if any
woman could do that, it would be Ainsley.

He stalked softly into the bedroom. She lay facedown on the
mattress. Her hair spilled across the pillows, one arm hung over the side of
the bed. The sheet covered one leg and the curve of her buttocks. His gaze
roamed the creamy expanse of her skin. He saw a couple of small bruises on her
hip. Her skin was so delicate, the marks could have been made by the flogger or
even his fingers. He’d had difficulty containing himself with her. He’d never
seen a woman be so wanton and it called to a primitive part of him.

Aric opened a drawer silently and pulled out a soft, worn
pair of jeans, buttoning himself into them before slipping out of the room.
Standing in front of the coffeepot, watching it drip, he asked himself what
would be acceptable. Let her go home? He didn’t want to but he could do that.
Let her go to another man? No. Fucking. Way. Every cell in his body protested at
that thought. His heart thudded painfully at the very idea.

He poured the coffee into a mug and blew on the surface to
cool it, acknowledging that he had a very big problem. He didn’t want her to be
involved with anyone else. He didn’t want the weekend to end. He didn’t want
Ainsley to leave. To leave
him
. At the same time, his head was so
mixed-up and his feelings so confused that he didn’t know what to say to her
when it came time for her to leave. He’d never in his life felt such primal
emotions. If he acted on them, he’d walk into his bedroom, take the cuffs out,
chain her to the headboard and flush the key down the drain. The thought scared
him shitless.

“I smell coffee.”

She stood in the bedroom doorway wearing his silk robe, her
chocolate hair a wild, tumbled mess and her peridot eyes fixed downward, her
lush lashes concealing their expression.

The husky tone of her voice stroked his libido, sending his
aching groin into full alert. His entire body came alive with sensation at her
nearness. To cover his undeniable reaction to her, he reached into a cupboard
and took down a mug, filling it with the fragrant brew. He heard her soft
footfalls on the carpet and then the wood floor as she came closer. Drawing a
slight breath and holding it, he turned and held the cup out to her. Wary eyes
met his as she took the cup, her fingertips brushing his briefly. Electricity
crackled within him, his awareness of her arcing higher.

She sipped from the cup and his hungry eyes feasted on the
movement of her lush lips, his own coffee forgotten. He stood staring, blood
rushing in his veins, his heart racing as her scent—that tart citrus aroma
overlaid with the smell of sex—filled his nostrils. She was undeniably marked
with his scent just as her body bore the physical marks of his possession.
Unable to suppress his reaction to the sight and smell of her, he shuddered.

“Aric?”

The soft sound of his name on her lips shattered his
control. Reaching out, he took the mug from her and set it on the counter. He
wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, his body beginning to shake as
his bare palm touched her nape. Pulling her against his chest, he bent his head
and took her mouth with his. Contentment laced with an all-consuming fire took
hold of him. He wound his arms around her slender form, holding her
possessively. His brain couldn’t function. He operated solely on instinct and
at the moment, those instincts told him to take Ainsley into the shower and
show her just what she would miss if—when—she went home.

A rough sound filled Aric’s ears as he kissed her, twining
his tongue with hers. It took a few moments before he realized the sound was
him, growling. She brought out every primal urge inside him and he longed to
revel in them but feared scaring her off. He’d always known the caveman gene
resided within him. He’d just never realized it would take two nights of sex
with Ainsley to release it.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he turned her within the circle
of his arms. “Bathroom. Now,” he whispered roughly in her ear as he nipped her
lobe.

Ainsley moaned but her body moved to do his bidding. In the
bathroom, he stripped off the silk robe she wore and ripped open the buttons on
his jeans. The denim fell to the floor beside the robe. Once they both were
naked, Aric pulled her over to the shower and turned it on. Water cascaded from
two showerheads and steam began to fill the room.

“I love the smell of sex on your skin, the smell of me on
your body,” he said softly, his hands stroking over her smooth flesh.

“I smell like cum.” Her eyes twinkled with amusement.

Emotions ripped through him, the primary one triumph. “
My
cum,” he agreed. “You belong to me now, Ainsley.”

She blinked and confusion clouded her pale-green eyes.
“Aric, am I supposed to keep my eyes lowered now? I mean, when we’re not… Uh…”
She broke off and a slight tinge of pink stained her cheekbones with
embarrassment.

He should have known that his laxness with regard to how
he’d treated her offer of submission would lead to such confusion. Hell, he was
just as confused, but in a much bigger, long-term way. She was confused about
how to behave. He was confused about his life.

He put two fingers beneath her chin and angled her head up
so that she could see his face, his expression. “Every Dom is different, Ains.
Each has their own requirements. Between you and me, because of our
long-standing history with one another, unless I specifically tell you to lower
your eyes or unless we are in a scene where I expect that from you… No.” He
brushed a quick kiss across her lips. “I would be a fool to think that you
could be anything other than the forceful personality you’ve always been.”

Her eyes darkened with some unnamed emotion. “If you asked
me to, I would do it. I would do anything for you, Aric. Don’t you know that?”

Elation stabbed him, letting rays of blinding sunshine into
his soul. He knew her words were important, that they meant something special,
but he shoved them aside to concentrate on the moment. “You’ve always been your
own person, Ains. I can’t take that away from you. It’s one of the things I
lo—admire the most about you.”

Surprised at how easily the L-word had nearly slipped from
him, Aric turned away, adjusting the water and stepping into the shower. His
heart thundered at his slip and his mind swirled around the word that had
almost left his mouth. He couldn’t go there yet. He needed time to think and he
couldn’t think with Ainsley’s naked body so close to his.

Again he shoved his thoughts and emotions aside. He drew a
deep breath and turned to her, holding out his hand. She placed hers in it,
letting him draw her into the warm water. As he washed her body, watching the
soap suds glide down her skin, he couldn’t help but think about her words.

Ainsley wasn’t the type of woman who gave herself lightly.
It had taken a lot for her to ask him for this and to give herself to him, let
alone submit to what he’d asked of her. He stared down into her beautiful face,
feelings he couldn’t label tugging at his heart. Cupping her head in his hands,
Aric kissed her again. He took his time, letting his mouth move on hers slowly,
building the heat between them deliberately. She watched him as he kissed her,
eyes wide open, her expression moving from caution to passion.

When he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into her
mouth to flick over her teeth and tangle with her tongue, she shivered. Her
diamond-hard nipples grazed his chest, sending little zings of lust through
him. With one arm lodged comfortably around her waist, he let the other hand
explore. He stroked his palm over the elegant lines of her back, then his
fingertips skated along the taut curve of her buttocks and finally he dragged
his palm over the sensitive curve of her ass.

“Oh Aric.”

Her whispered moan pushed him over the edge. Angling her
against the side of the shower, he palmed one thigh, lifting her leg up over
his hip. He slipped his hand down to tease the swollen flesh between her legs.
The feel of her slick heat on his fingertips had his semi-erect cock hard in
moments. His earlier soreness seemed a thing of the past as his body reacted to
her arousal. His heart contracted painfully on a rush of emotion and his body
surrendered to the lure of her flesh.

With a wriggle of his hips, Aric positioned his cock at her
entrance. An onslaught of feelings swamped him, confusing him at the same time
that it fueled his need to make love to her without all the trappings of his
dominance. Just the two of them, their bodies engaged in a sexual act driven by
affection, passion and an unbelievable level of lust. He wanted it more than he
wanted his next breath. Had the end of the world threatened in that moment, he
would not have cared. He rocked his hips, pressing his cock deep within her
tight channel, her body clasping him so tightly that he could barely move. With
Ainsley in his arms, her pussy wrapped around his cock like wet satin, he
didn’t care about anything else. The sum total of his existence had become
centered on the woman he held and who held him.

Thrusting into her, he broke their kiss and nipped and
sucked at her neck, throat and shoulders. The urge to mark her as his drove him
to suck on her soft skin harder than he normally would have. Water fell gently
on them, steam rising in fine clouds from the showerheads. Aric pushed her
against the side of the shower and hitched her leg up higher so that his cock
slid deeper within her.

Ainsley’s hands clutched at his shoulders and she clung to
him, her body rocking into his rhythm. She trembled in his clasp, quivering
with each of his thrusts. The flush that rose to her chest and the little gasps
that escaped her lips tripped his sensual radar and pointed to her imminent
orgasm. He lifted her feet from the floor with the increased tempo of his
thrusts, the uncontrolled clenching of her thighs around his hips indicating that
her ecstasy was within his grasp.

Locking his arm around her to hold her weight steady, he
slipped his other hand down between their bodies. Ainsley’s breath hitched. Her
eyes met his, their gazes locked.

“Aric,” she whispered hoarsely.

His balls drew tight to his body and the familiar spiraling
tension uncoiled from the base of his spine, heat spreading throughout his
lower body as his pleasure rushed toward completion. Aric pressed his forehead
to Ainsley’s, his breath sounding loud and harsh in the small space.

“Now, Ains. Come for me,” he grunted and pinched her swollen
clit between his thumb and forefinger.

Her eyes widened as her body convulsed. A squeak of sound
emerged from her mouth and she slid her arms around his shoulders, clinging
tightly to him. She took his mouth in an aggressive kiss that had his eyelids
slamming down, stars spinning against their darkness. The explosion of his
orgasm centered within his cock and balls, the reverberations rippling outward
and making him shake with reaction. His cum spurted endlessly, or so it seemed,
within the tight clasp of Ainsley’s pussy.