Dance on the Wilde Side: Cannon Pack, Book 2 Read online

  Devlin held out his hand, dripping more water to the floor, and she reached out to place her palm in his. Spray from the showerhead hit her, soaking her hair and plastering her shirt to her breasts. The dusting of dark hair covering his chest drew her gaze and she lifted her hand to comb her fingers through it.

  The heat from his gaze grabbed her, taking what little control she had left and throwing it away. She felt his eyes sear into her, race down her spine and into her crotch. Without removing a stitch of her clothing, she felt more naked than she ever had.

  “I want you, Tala Wilde.”

  She was surprised to find that she could only nod. Speech was now an impossibility.

  He groaned and bent his head. His warm tongue slid along her neck until reaching her ear. Nibbling at her lobe, he slipped his fingers under her shirt and drew the soaked clothing over her head. Her bra followed her shirt to the shower floor. Water coursed down her naked back, down the crack between her jeans and skin.

  He smiled, full of knowledge and power. “I love the waterfalls.”

  Confused, she followed his look. The water flowing over her breasts found their way to the ends, the tips of her nipples forming two small waterfalls. Catch the water, Devlin. Catch and drink it.

  Instead, he fingered the top of her jeans and unbuttoned them. Pulling on each side, he dropped her jeans and panties to the tile floor in one easy motion.

  Unashamed as never before, she watched him take all of her in. Had anyone ever looked at her the way he did? Never. And somehow she knew no one ever would. She waited, arms at her side, for him to do what he wished with her.

  He placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned in again. Her abdomen tightened, readying for him. His tongue slipped from between his lips and she opened her mouth, wanting him inside. Instead, his tongue skimmed along her lips, spreading the taste of him, wild and natural, over her skin.

  Oh. Please. And still she couldn’t speak.

  And yet, somehow, he must have heard her plea because he lowered his head again, this time pushing his tongue into her mouth. His hand gripped the back of her neck, keeping her mouth to his so he could play within, soaking up her juices. She sighed, reveling in his touch, wanting so much more. When his tongue raced to the corner of her mouth, hers followed his, not letting him go, wanting him back inside her mouth. Sucking. Rolling her tongue around his. If this is all he ever gives me, it will be enough.

  Nibbling at the fullness of her bottom lip, he ran his hands down her arms and pulled her to him.

  Or maybe not. No, I want more.

  A shudder, a joy ripped through her. He was the one she’d dreamed of, waited for. She’d thought it the first second she’d seen him and now she knew for certain. Whoever this stranger was, he was the one she was meant to love.

  Their bodies pressed together, leaving no room for the water to separate them. He shifted, pressing his leg between hers, his crotch against the crease between her stomach and her leg, opening her to rub his leg against her clit. She pushed back, moving side to side for more friction. Strong hands took her ass, spreading her cheeks, running his fingers between the cleft. Give me more.

  “I want you, Tala.” His voice, husky with need, made her ache. “I want you every way I can take you.”

  At last, she found her own voice. “Then take me every way.”

  Devlin licked her again, this time around the edge of her ear. That simple gesture ignited the explosion building in her gut and she had to have him. Not daring to take the real prize yet, she skated her fingers over his hard chest, stopping momentarily to play in the swirl of dark wet hair. And rubbed harder against him.

  His mouth traced a trail down her neck, nipping as he went along, each nip sharper than the last. She tilted her head, giving him access to her throat, and was rewarded with a low rumble against her skin. The sound, so primal, drew her own primitive emotions out of hiding. She clutched him, wanting him to hurry, yet enjoying the way he teased her.

  Arching her back, she welcomed his mouth on her breast. First he licked, drinking in the water. Then he sucked on her skin as though swallowing more water off her. Soft murmurs drifted up to her, but she couldn’t understand the muffled words. She did, however, understand their meaning. At last, he latched on to her tit, rolling his tongue over her taut bud, not taking his mouth off her. Harder he suckled her and she felt the tug on the nub between her legs.

  “Oh, Devlin.” She wanted to say more. Fuck me. Stay with me. I need you. Don’t ever leave me. But the words wouldn’t come.

  While he nipped at the bud on her breast, he lessened the pressure of his leg against her clit, giving room for his fingers to find the slit between her folds. She opened wider. Using his fingers as he had his leg, he stroked her, captured her clit between his fingers and squeezed. The exquisite pain zapped into her, increasing her pants.

  “Ooh.” Yet the soft sigh of her release didn’t last long. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, aware that she’d make marks, happy that she’d leave scratches. She wanted to leave her mark on him, letting the world know he was hers.

  After the last shiver rushed through her, she gasped as he entered her, his two fingers darting inside her, out of her, bringing the sticky moistness with them. Continuing the delicious torment, he rubbed his thumb against her, bearing down on her throbbing bud, and continuing to plunge into her. Her own wetness flushed the running water away from her clit, tracking it down the inside of her legs. Her knees weakened and she clung to him for support.

  Holding her breast in one hand, he growled, his forehead finding the curve of her neck. Vaguely she realized he was watching what he was doing to her and she bent her head to watch, too. He rubbed, moving his fingers up and down, making small, hard circles around her snatch. Each rub brought more moisture flooding from her, rushing her climax through her, over and over again.

  When the pressure abruptly ceased, she tensed and uttered a cry of protest.

  He chuckled, sending a waft of warm air across her chest. “Don’t worry. I’m not finished yet.”

  Relieved, she wrapped her arms around his neck, trusting him to meet her desire. Their eyes locked, but she lowered hers. She couldn’t blatantly ask for what she wanted.

  Thankfully, he understood her silent request and, with a sinful grin, he brought her hands to her sides. “You want me to taste you and I will.”

  Sliding his tongue over her breasts, then flicking it at each peaked tit, he knelt before her. She pushed her hands against the sides of the shower and watched in fascination, barely daring to breathe lest he stop. He feathered kisses along the soft mound of her stomach, teasing her, ratcheting up her anticipation until she was sure she’d explode.

  “Spread wider.”

  She did as he demanded, ready to experience his tongue on another spot of her body. Instead, Devlin slid his tongue in the crease between her leg and her crotch, tormenting her in more than one excruciatingly delirious way. He took his time, moving slowly over the sensitive skin on the inside of her leg. Biting, sucking, he inched closer.

  She groaned, almost a growl in her frustration.

  His laugh tickled her while, at the same time, teasing her. “What’s the matter, Tala?”

  “You know what.”

  He glanced up, his eyes speckled with amber. “Don’t you like what I’m doing?”

  “No.” She gritted her teeth. “I mean, yes.” She let out another half-growl. “You know what I mean.”

  With a wicked smile, he ran his hands up the insides of her legs and stopped, pressing his thumbs at the creases. “Yeah, sugar. I do.” He lifted her right leg to place it on the built-in shower seat. With another smile, he wrapped an arm under each leg, gripping her buttocks, and brought her closer.

  She knew he could never be close enough for her. She wanted him inside her. To be a part of her. Joined with her.

  With a sudden move, he parted her lips and raked his tongue over her clit. She inhaled sharply and flattened her palms ag
ainst the walls. He lavished her, melting her soft sighs into loud moans, and licked her in harder and harder strokes, sending shudders throughout her body.

  This is what it’s like to be ravished. Taken and loving every minute.

  She licked her lips, catching the droplets of water there, and reached down to part her other lips. He buried his face between her legs and drank like a man who hadn’t enjoyed his favorite drink in years. Listening to his lapping, sucking sounds, she burst open again and struggled to stay on her feet, tremors shaking her from head to toe.

  Oh! Devlin definitely knows how to please a woman. He knows exactly how long to lick. Exactly how long to bite. Exactly how long to devour. Oh. OH!

  With every orgasm, he increased his onslaught, attacking her swollen nub with renewed enthusiasm. Each time, she couldn’t understand why her body didn’t tear apart with the almost unbearable desire, and each time he brought her to an even higher realm of pleasure.

  Tala closed her eyes and allowed him to shoulder her weight. She had no choice. He’d taken all her strength. Instead, she tracked her fingers through his wet hair and held on for all she was worth. “Dev—oh, hell, please. Please. Don’t stop.”

  Unbelievably, he intensified his attack, using his teeth to shoot sparks of delightful agony into her crotch. Wonderful, excruciating pain alternated with the jolt of his tongue swiping across her clit, making her pussy clench and release with each stroke. She tensed, barely able to get enough air into her lungs, when suddenly he stopped.

  “No!” She looked down at his wet, lust-filled face. “Don’t stop. You can’t stop. Not now.”

  He ran his tongue over his upper lip, dragging her juices into his mouth. “You taste great. But I don’t want to hog all the fun.” Water slipped along the valleys and mountains of his chest, highlighting every wondrous curve. “Aren’t you wanting something tasty, too?”

  Oh. “Definitely.” She held up her hand to catch the spray, then stuck her finger in the air and ran her tongue along its length. “And I’m not talking about water, either.” Carefully, he released her, sliding his body up hers to hold her against him and exchange places.

  Sitting on the shower seat, he held up his cock—as if it couldn’t stand straight without his support!—and wiggled it at her. Longer, wider than before, he had the biggest dick she’d ever seen. Thick, long and pulsing with life. Curved slightly at the end, it glistened with water droplets and more. Blood coursed along the veins, exuding power. She swallowed, scanned it from the hooded tip, along its vein-covered shaft down to the base and imagined how she’d swallow his come.

  “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

  She laughed. “If I had a camera right now, I’d do just that and send it to all my girlfriends. They’d die of envy.”

  He cupped the large balls hanging underneath his cock with one hand and reached for her with the other hand. “I’m waiting, Tala. Do you still want a drink?”

  “Hell, yeah I do. I’m thirsty as hell.” She laughed, knelt between his muscular thighs and ran her hands along his legs, channeling the black hair through her fingers. Spray from the shower covered him, running in rivulets along the creases of his flat stomach, around the curves of his thighs and along his shaft, to drip from his balls. Without using her hands, she reached out with her tongue and touched the tip of his cock. He jumped, taking a quick breath in. Yum. Sweet, hot and salty. And male. Very male. Exactly as she’d imagined he’d taste. But she’d only taken a taste. Now she wanted more.

  He was already breathing heavily as he took her wet hair and moved it out of the way behind her shoulders. Leaning in, she watched his enraptured face and blew on the mushroomed top. He moaned and took her by the neck. “Quit teasing me.”

  “Turnaround is fair play.”

  Again, she leaned forward, bracing herself on his legs. But this time, she opened her mouth and took in the top of him. He gasped and clutched her hair. Take your time. Make him growl for it.

  “Oh, shit. Tala. God.”

  She watched, delighting when his amber-flecked eyes clouded over in heat. Scooting closer, she fondled his balls with one hand and took his dick in the other. His shaft twitched, echoing the delight in his expression.

  “Tell me to suck you, Devlin. I want you to tell me.”

  He did growl then, and she had to suppress a smile. “You know I do.”

  She flicked the end of his cock with her tongue and licked her lips. “I want to hear the words. Come on. Tell me.”

  He tracked his hands in her hair and gripped her. Bending to look closely into her face, he enunciated the words, making himself crystal clear. “Suck me, Tala. Drain me dry. Suck the skin off my dick and make me howl for more.”

  Howl? But at his fierce expression, the question was quickly forgotten. She took him in with one quick motion, closing her eyes to concentrate on what she wanted, what he wanted from her. Running her tongue first clockwise, then the other way, she continued to suck on him, tugging all the drink she could from his faucet. He growled again, slipped lower on the seat toward her, opened his legs wider, driving his dick farther into her mouth.

  Unprepared, she nearly choked. When she released him, he exhaled as though he’d been holding his breath to keep her sucking. She took in a deep breath and steadied herself for more. She looked up, saw how his jaw worked in horniness, and slid him back into her mouth, taking as much as she could of him.

  “Holy shit!” Devlin let go of her shoulders to knead her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over and over her tender nipples. “Tala. My Tala. You’ve got— Oh, holy shit!”

  Determined to bring him to near-climax, she gripped him tighter, pulling him into her mouth with all the strength she could. Pull. Release. Pull. Release. The chant continued in her mind and she wanted nothing more than to worship at this shrine for the rest of her life.

  “Damn, but you’re good.”

  Wanting to please him even more, she changed to a different rhythm. Slowly, she inched him into her mouth until his cock’s tip pushed at the back of her throat. Then, just as slowly, she moved off him, taking her time, hearing the rewards of her efforts in his moans.

  “Oh, shit. Tala. Stop. I’m going to come.”

  Before she could utter a reply, he pulled her away from his cock, bent forward and grabbed the back of her head, crushing her mouth with his. Her tongue wrestled with his and a small cry escaped her, but the desire was too strong to fight. She could taste her juices mixing with his and dragged on his tongue, wanting every drop. Dizzy with desire, she laced her fingers behind his head and held on.

  To her surprise, the kiss ended too soon. He broke away and, tugging at the hair on the nape of her neck, stood to take her along with him. He kissed her quickly again and turned her to face the shower wall. Her head fell forward to rest on the tile as his hands massaged her breasts, plying her nipples so they ached in pleasurable agony. But nothing compared to the delight of his cock rubbing the indent between her butt cheeks.

  “Tala, tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  She growled, a sound similar to those he’d made, and answered the only way she could. “Hell, yes, I want you to fuck me.”

  “You’d better tell me what you want me to do or I’ll do it the way I want. And I want to fuck you rough.”

  A sliver of fear spiked somewhere deep inside her. Could she trust him not to hurt her? Could she trust herself not to let him? Her answer came to her, swift and certain. Yes. She could.

  She moaned, long and hard, a moan of frustration, of lust, of heat. “I want you to fuck me the way you want. I want it rough.”

  He exhaled a low, tortured sound that renewed her waves of hunger. “I want to take you from behind. I want to ram into you.”

  “Do it, Devlin.”

  He stepped back with her, pushing her between the shoulders so she’d place her hands on the tile ledge below the glass. He ran a hand along the slit between her legs to find her throbbing and she opened her buns for him. His shaft fou
nd its target and he rammed inside her, shocking her, thrilling her with the intensity of his move.

  Oh, wow. He’s so big. She bit her lip, hurting with each thrust, yet loving the pain. Instead of begging him to pull out, she wanted to beg him to never stop.

  She bent lower, spreading her legs wider. With one long push he shoved inside her again, bumping her against the shower wall. His resulting groan pleased her in some primal way, and her body rocked along with the pounding of his dick inside her. Together their bodies moved, water cascading off them as if they were one form, the heat rising from their bodies rising with the steam.

  “Fuck me hard. Please, Devlin, fuck me hard.”

  He gripped her ass tighter, increased his speed, pumping into her faster, deeper, longer. She closed her eyes and made the walls wrapped around him clench and unclench with each of his moves. He filled her completely, so tightly that she nearly cried. The sweet wetness that was hers mixed with the water and ran down her legs. Her hair, hanging down both sides of her face, shielded her from the shower spray. She found her fuzzy patch, opened the folds and rubbed her hand agonizingly over her throbbing nub. Her legs shook, weakened by his thrusts and the many orgasms rolled through her.

  She realized she’d wanted this from the moment she’d first seen him in the animal pen. From the second she’d laid eyes on him, she’d wanted him and she’d had to have him. No matter what.

  Her panting breath echoed his. His movements made hers. Together, they became one, fucked as one. When his body tensed, she was ready and clenched the muscles of her cave tighter than even before, wanting to drag every bit of manhood out of him.

  “Argh! Tala.”

  Her final release came when he called her name. Shockwaves rippled through her frame, traveling into his until he pulled away from her to roar his climax.

  Warm come struck her lower back and she threw her head back, enjoying the feel of his seed against her body. Groaning from his release, he beat his cock against her rump, the tip of it landing in the crease between her butt cheeks, until every ounce was gone.

  She slowly, carefully turned to him again, wanting to see his face. A quiet satisfaction permeated him, and she smiled, knowing she’d given him that satisfaction. The water ran down their bodies, cleansing their come from each other and he pressed against her. Holding onto him, she couldn’t help but enjoy the quivers still moving along his arms and back. Especially since they matched her own. She slid her hands down the rugged surface of his torso, stopping to rest on his buttocks. “Want to go again?”