Double Feature (3 page)

I met his intense gaze with equal fire in mine. “You’ll just
have to trust that’s the case.”

“Can’t. Not after my ex said she and that other actor were
just friends, and she was cheating on me the whole time,” Miles said. “You
leave me no choice.”

My heart panicked for a second when I thought he meant to
leave. Then Miles said, “Josie, I’m claiming you.”

Miles kissed me hard and pulled me into a tight embrace I
couldn’t escape. Not that I wanted to be anyplace else in the world. In fact my
struggling was only so I could clamp my body to his and I’d angled my head to
get some more of that deep, proprietary kiss. He pushed my lips apart with his
and plunged his tongue into my mouth with a passion I felt all the way down
inside me. My honey was flowing for him already.

I knew from the way he was breathing, heavy and warm, that
he was straddling the same line I was between anger and desire. We might not be
in agreement as to whatever the hell we’d been talking about but we surely were
in sync on wanting each other, and in this way. We wanted to fight-fuck.

My guess was proven correct when Miles broke from our kiss
to declare, “Josie, I’m going to fuck that man right out of your head, your
body and your heart.”

Miles bent down and before I knew what he was doing he had
me over his shoulder and was carrying me to the bedroom.
Whoa yeah.
No
man had ever done that to me before. I was just enjoying the ride when Miles
plopped me on my bed and straddled me before I could scurry away. Not that I
was likely to but I didn’t want to destroy the mood with my obvious enjoyment.
And I was truly enjoying myself. As Miles tore off his T-shirt I got to watch
his washboard abs ripple. That masculine show added to the caveman vibe.

He pulled off my tank top with just enough roughness. Within
a passionate clutch to his warm chest and a hard kiss I felt my bra hooks give
way. I was left gasping from that kiss as Miles tugged away my peasant skirt
and underwear together, and then my cowgirl boots. He’d gotten me naked and
vulnerable to him in seconds. That was
hot
.

Then he took hold of my wrists and pulled my arms overhead
while he straddled me and kissed me hard again.
Really
hot. I struggled
but mostly so I could rub my breasts against his chest and my hips against that
rod of steel in his jeans.

Just as I was kissing Miles back passionately he broke away
from me. “I mean what I said, Josie,” he growled. “This won’t be some average
fucking. I intend to lay claim to you.”

As I wondered what that meant, Miles spied my pashmina
scarves draped over the top rung of my brass headboard. He yanked one off and
pulled my wrists to one of the bars in the headboard, binding them together.
The pink cloth was soft but the knot was true. It held fast as I writhed more
in passion than protest.

Satisfied that I couldn’t get free, Miles climbed off me and
quickly removed his jeans and briefs and kicked off his flip-flops. “I’m taking
you every which way, Josie,” he said, advancing at me with his thick cock hard
and ready. “After this, you’re my woman.”

He straddled my panting body and moved up so his thighs were
outside my raised arms. “I’m starting with that beautiful mouth,” he declared.
The way he took my head in his hands was far gentler than his demeanor. He
aimed his cock at me. “Take me, Josie.”

I eagerly did as I was told. I was hungry for him and he fed
me inch after inch, slow but sure. The way my head was tilted forward wouldn’t
let me take all of him but he eased up when his cock touched the back of my
throat. He knew what would feel good and what would hurt me. I could relax and
enjoy, and Miles’ cock provided much enjoyment. His shaft was clean and sweet
from a recent shower. I tasted a faint trace of his salty syrup on my tongue
when he began slowly fucking my mouth. He was thick and hard with promise that
made my hips squirm with desire.

“That’s right, Josie. Suck me,” he said, voice dark and
compelling and heavy with lust. “Good girl.”

He held my head with one hand and reached behind him with
the other to grope between my legs. His fingers moved easily within my
honeypot, my slickness showing him how much this game was turning me on. “I’m
going to make it so this is the only cock you’ll ever want in your mouth,” he
said.

I closed my eyes so he couldn’t see how true this was,
though I knew he could feel it. I’d never let a man tie me down before,
literally or figuratively. But now, with my hands bound tightly above me and my
body pinned beneath his, I sucked at Miles as though trying to prevent him from
getting away from me. His hot, hard member filled my mouth and throbbed with
every slow movement of my lips and tongue.

While I was trying to satisfy him, he was hell-bent on
teasing me. The lazy rhythm of his hips matched the slow touch of his fingers.
He knew well where my pearl was and deliberately avoided it. When I angled my
hips for direct contact his gentle caresses moved away. “Can’t have either you
or me coming yet, cowgirl,” he said, a lock of blond hair falling in front of
his heated eyes. “I’m not done claiming you.”

Again I wondered what he meant and my body remained needful
as he eased himself from my mouth and moved away. Before I could insist that he
free me so we could get down to fucking each other senseless, he kissed me. The
touch was a brush of his lips, something I’d seen him do in his movie that made
me want him to do it to me. He touched, backed away and touched again, making
me crave him.

Then he moved in for real and parted our lips. His tongue
sought mine and flicked at it softly and then fast as a hummingbird’s wing, a
move he’d performed on my clit. The memory of those orgasms had my hips bucking
impatiently.

Miles rested his hand on top of my honeypot. “Who does this
belong to?” he murmured against my lips.

“
Me
,” I said defiantly. He took his hand and mouth
away and my demanding hips thrashed against the bed. Miles smiled down at me
and slowly licked his lips, teasing me. I sighed in frustration but refused to
give in. I sensed there was more at stake here than just pleasure, even the
physical Fourths of July that Miles could give me and had done many a time.

“You surely have the fire in you, girl.” Miles stroked my
hair and spread the auburn waves out across my pillow. “Damn, you’re a
beautiful sight.” Then the darker-blue parts of his eyes turned flinty again.
“It burns me to think of you with anyone else, Josie. I’m making sure that
won’t happen again.”

Miles moved down between my legs. Even knowing what was
coming and wanting it bad didn’t keep me from gasping when I felt his lips
sweep along the seam of my honeypot. My back arched up when his tongue
fluttered against my pearl. I gasped his name when two curved fingers slid deep
inside me.

He moaned against me as he licked, sending a vibration and a
message of desire into my body. I felt a warm palm on my breast and fingers
lightly pinching my pert nipple. My gasps turned to sobs as I fell across the
border from pleasure to sensual euphoria. He switched, his fingers now
caressing my pearl on either side, his tongue a warm and wiggling probe within
me.

When my breathing quickened and turned to cries, he stopped
again. I was incredulous and hot beyond reason. “Let me come, damn it!” I
pleaded.

“Whose woman are you, Josie?”

“Hellfire and damnation, Miles!”

“Seems you need more convincing,” he said, still in command.

My eyes were wide with disbelief when he got off me and
picked his pants up off the floor but I sighed with relief when he took a
condom from his pocket. He came back to the bed and climbed between my thighs,
his eyes never leaving mine. The way he tore that condom wrapper off I might
have been worried if he hadn’t gotten me more needful of a hard fucking than
I’d ever been in my life.

He rolled on the rubber, grabbed his cock and pushed into me
with a purpose. I cried out with a mixture of joy and awe at the feeling of him
filling me completely. He felt harder than any of the times I’d been with him
before, a thick and throbbing shaft of steely flesh and manly possession.

Miles eased out and in and out again, the rhythm too slow
for either of us to come. “You’re mine,” he said as he pushed himself inside me
to his hilt. “Say it.” He gradually increased the speed of his thrusts and the
fire inside me turned into an inferno of need. “Say it, Josie.” His fingers
rubbed my slick pearl and I cried out with every caress and thrust.

My eyes squeezed shut. I knew if Miles looked into them he’d
see that I didn’t need to say I belonged to him. It was already true and had
been since we’d first met. He didn’t know why I wouldn’t say it and for now I
couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t say anything. I was being dissolved by an
increasingly blinding light that was burning me pure as he stroked and fucked
me.
Oh God.

My head fell back, my arms strained against the tie that
bound me and my heart arched up to him all for one long, heavenly breath.
“Miles,” I gasped, trying not to say more. My pleasure-racked body said
everything. He kept thrusting and I was taken again and again by the intense
forces of orgasm and emotion.

When he sensed I couldn’t stand any more, Miles gently
withdrew his hard shaft and cradled me as my body floated back to Earth. “Easy,
girl, easy,” he soothed. He could see more than physical pleasure in my
reaction. He’d taken me to another edge and was holding me to let me know I was
safe.

He knew I’d recovered when I started pulling at my
restraints. “Let me loose,” I panted. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

His look told me that no such thing was going to happen.
“You ready to say you’re my woman?”

I pulled at the scarf again and was amazed that something so
soft and pink could bind me this tightly. “I told you I’m not with Riley or
anyone else,” I growled.

Miles got to his knees and loomed over me, his cock still
hard and ready. “I believe you, Josie,” he said. “But that’s not the same as
you saying you’re mine.”

There it was. Miles wasn’t merely asking for my body to be
his alone. He was asking for my heart, a part of me I’d protected well after my
trust had been rewarded with a betrayal worse than cheating.

When I wouldn’t speak he reached between my legs. There was
so much honey in me from all his teasing and licking and making me come so
hard. He eased his fingers inside me and out and then down farther. I felt my
body tighten with surprise and desire. His fingertips spread the slick
sweetness between my butt cheeks slowly, giving me a chance to say no.

My breath hitched with want. “The ebony box on my
nightstand,” I murmured.

Miles found the small bottle of lubricant inside the box. He
popped it open and I watched him slick himself up good. His thick tool was that
beautiful flushed rose color it became when engorged and needy. Now it gleamed
with the slickness on its sheath.

“Time to turn you over,” Miles said. He’d lashed my hands
together and not spread apart so all he had to do was roll me and I was
facedown, unable to see him. My body tensed in one place and warmed everywhere
else. I knew what was coming, a feeling that would be uncomfortable and almost
unbearably sensual.

Miles got into position, pushing my thighs apart and
kneeling between them. Without me even thinking about it my butt tilted up
toward him. I wanted him this way. Every way. Always.

He put a hand on my hip to steady me. The other hand guided
his hard shaft between my cheeks. “I’ll take you slow, Josie,” he said, “but
I’m taking you. I’ve had my cock in your mouth. I licked and fucked that
beautiful pussy. Now I’m taking your sweet ass. You’re my woman, Josie.”

Slowly he began pushing against me. As much as my body was
consumed by mounting flames of desire it resisted this thick invader. But his
shaft was slippery and persistent. With a steady push that made me moan with
guttural passion, the crown of his cock breached and penetrated me.

Our anger was gone. Being this close, in this intimate way
that demanded complete surrender from me but that required my permission, made
us forget we were anything but one. Miles laid his body gently on my back,
supporting himself on his elbows so he didn’t crush me, and stroked my hair
away from my ear. “Too much?” he whispered.

I nuzzled his face with mine. “More.”

He pushed in slow and easy until he was inside me as far as
he could go. I moaned from the ache but my body clasped him with want the whole
way. The discomfort and my desire for him clashed and melded. I was possessed,
his completely. Fucking a man the usual way was an equal action, where I had as
much power as he did. But this wasn’t fucking. This was being taken and having
the power to give myself to him. I trusted him enough to let him have me this
way.

Sensing from the cautious lift and dip of my hips that I was
warming to this sensation, Miles began to push in and pull out with slow
rhythm. He reached under one of my hipbones and began stroking my clit again.
“Even wetter than you were before, my sweet girl. You like me claiming you all
over. Taking you for mine.” He didn’t wait for me to argue. He leaned down
while tilting my chin back toward him and kissed me softly, such a contrast
from the way he was fucking me.

“Come with me, cowgirl,” he said. He stayed inside me as he
pulled me up and back so I was on my knees and elbows. He gently nudged my
quivering thighs apart with his iron-muscled ones.

A moment later a thumb pushed deep inside my honeypot and
two fingertips flanked my pearl.
Whoa my God.
He’d made me come so hard
before I thought he’d taken me as far as I could go. Before I knew it I was
rubbing greedily against his fingers, seeking pleasure again. The movement
enhanced the possession of my ass. If I thought I couldn’t take any more sensual
stimulation, Miles did. He reached with his other hand to one of my breasts and
kneaded my nipple to hardened delight.