“What are you doing?” he asked. The jingle of his belt clasp and the zing of his zipper split the darkness. Cool air hit his hot and painfully hard cock as she tugged his jeans to his thighs.

“I’m taking my turn,” she said, and that was all the warning he had before her lush little tongue licked the head.

“Ah, fuck yeah,” he hissed, and his shoulders relaxed against the hard ground.

She slowly worked him further into her mouth, flicking her tongue as she went. His whole body tightened from the amazing feel of her soft lips and hard suction. While his mind grappled for control, his body told him to shut the fuck up and enjoy the beautiful woman.

There was a freedom to her that he craved. He wanted to touch it—to touch her—and feel every humming inch of skin that wrapped up the olive skinned package of fire that she was.

He reached out for her. He just needed to feel her warmth. She was straddling his legs while her long hair swept over his thighs and she bobbed up and down, taking his cock deeper with every draw.

“Jesus, sweetness, you’re so good…” He was going to embarrass himself here pretty quick, because he was already on the verge of coming. Hell, he’d almost lost it when she fell apart right on his tongue and the only thing he’d heard were her sharp breaths and his name on her lips.

The tingle in his spine was picking up, and his stomach muscles strained from flexing so hard in an attempt to keep some kind of rein on this situation. But he was slipping and falling.

Fuck control. He was lost to this woman and her brand of wild. One night. He’d sure as hell enjoy every damn second, because he’d never get it again. That he was sure of. This kind of chemistry couldn’t be sustained. The fire, the heat—if he even tried to hold onto it, he and his life would implode.

So he wouldn’t hold onto it. He’d accept the temporary nature of this rare treasure. Just this once. Just for tonight.

He cupped the side of her face and felt her sink down, then pull up, over and over. Her small fist at the base of his cock pumped, and when her lips skimmed over the crown of his flesh, he saw stars.

“I’m close,” he said. He felt her cheeks hollow beneath his palm as she sucked him once more then let him pop free from her mouth.

She gave the sexiest moan he’d ever heard a woman give. “You’re pretty impressive,” she purred, then kissed the tip of his cock the way she would his mouth. “I could stay right here all night.”

“The feeling is mutual, sweetness.”

Her hands started digging through his pockets. Before he could ask, she said, “Please tell me you have a condom, because I’m dying to feel all of you.”

He was suddenly happy his friends had made him take some. Otherwise, he’d miss out on what she’d demanded.

“Right pocket,” he said.

She found one and tugged it out. He heard the rip, but she didn’t go to put it on as immediately as she’d implied she would.

“Wanna see a trick?” she asked.

“Can’t really see much at the moment, sweetness.” He ran his thumb along her cheekbone. “And it’s a damn shame.”

She smiled against his fingertips. “Well then, you’ll feel a trick.”

With that, she dipped her head and put her mouth back on his cock. Only it was different. Ryder hissed a breath of pleasure when the light skim of her teeth trailed down to the base, effectively sheathing him in a condom…with her mouth.

“How did you…?” He felt the latex covering him when she came back up. This woman was a fantasy come to life.

He gripped her hips and tugged her up, positioning her right over his straining shaft.

“I’ve never had a woman put a condom on me with her mouth before,” he said.

She unbuttoned his shirt, then ran her hands up and down his abs and chest. “I’ve never put a condom on with my mouth before.” She leaned down and kissed along the ridges of his abs to his nipples, biting a little as she went.

“Don’t fib,” he said. “You’re too good at that not to have practiced.”

Her thick hair swayed across his sides as she shook her head. “Saw it in a movie. Wanted to try it.” She sucked one of his pecs.

“Well, then I’m happy I could help,” he groaned.

“Mmmm…” She sucked his other pec. “You help me very much.”

Christ, he’d never been loved on like this. Like she was starving for him. No expectations. No promises. Just passion. Lust. Need. And he let his control slip enough to let her take what she needed.

But he still needed to take a piece of discipline back, even if it meant losing himself to her in another way. At least he could be lost while free-falling through the bliss of her body.

“Since we’re in the business of helping each other out…” He tightened his grip on her hips and lifted her until her knees were off the floor and her slick heat hovered just above his hard cock. “How about I help you to another orgasm.” He lowered her slightly, breaching just the opening of paradise.

Her hands flew to his chest, balancing on him while a cute little giggle left her lips. “Yes, please,” she said, and he could feel her smile against his mouth. “You make me feel so…” When her words trailed off, he lowered her another inch, and she gasped.

“I make you feel what?”

“A lot of things,” she said, wiggling her hips as if trying to take him farther in. Nope. Not yet. He was in control. At least of her body.

“I want your answer.” He lifted her enough to take his cock from her heat. She whined at the loss, and a flare of pride hit him. She wanted him. Just him, for him. “You want it deep, sweetness?” he coaxed.

“Yes.”

“Then answer me.”

He lowered again, just a touch. Just until the tip hit her core.

“You’re so strong. In a way I’ve never known a man to be.”

Now they were getting somewhere. He hadn’t even had to say I’ve never for her to give up that one.

He lowered her another inch.

“You make me feel small,” she said. “Delicate.”

That made him pause. She was sassy, sexy, and wild. Yet just then, with his big hands clamping around her middle, completely in control of her body, her movements, her pleasure, an unfamiliar thrill surged through him.

He made her feel small and delicate? That was welcome since she made him feel powerful. Commanding. And it was a drug all on its own.

“How do you normally feel?” he asked, sliding her down his cock another inch.

“Free,” she whispered.

The word smacked him hard. She’d roamed, traveled, said she was from all over. There wasn’t a rooted thing about this woman. That much was obvious. But in this moment, she was within his grip. He’d roped in the wild side, and goddamn, it felt good.

He hissed as her little claws scratched his chest.

“Now stop teasing me.” She sucked his bottom lip. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

That kicked his blood into molten levels. Gone was any hope he had of control. The woman knew how to push his buttons and tear at his calm.

His grip slackened, his biceps retracted, and he let her fall the rest of the way onto his stiff cock.

“Oh!” she gasped loud, and her fingernails dug further into his chest. “I…you…oh God.”

He smiled and sat up. “Is that good, sweetness? Deep enough for you?” He kissed her neck, and her skin was like its own sugary treat mixed with a faint hint of spice from sweat. Salted caramel at its finest.

“Deep…deepest. So good,” she said with a dazed need in her voice.

Deepest? The bastard in him wanted to hear more.

“That wasn’t framed in the form of ‘I’ve never’,” he growled against the column of her throat. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, sinking just another fraction into her. He was gifted with another one of those sexy gasps, and she threw her arms around his neck.

“I’ve never had anyone so deep in me before,” she said around a lusty whisper.