Vivian Arend - High Risk

“Come for me, Becki. Let me hear you lose control. Let me hear you.”

His words stroked as hard as her fingers, and together they were enough to make pleasure bloom inside. Body squeezing down, a soft barely there climax.

She wanted him, not her hand, to be taking her over.

She twisted her head to look at him, finally aware they had reached the end of the journey. Ahead of them a small cabin was neatly set into the trees. When she would have sat up and put herself in order, though, Marcus interrupted.

“The only thing you need to do is get ready to deal with me.”

Oh my. Becki squeezed her legs together, squirming upright in her seat as the lust in his voice wrapped around her like vocal seduction.

They pulled to a stop outside the cabin, but they could have been anywhere for how much attention she paid to their location. It was all about him, about Marcus as he put the vehicle into park and flipped the steering wheel out of the way. One more move slipped the seat back a foot, then he turned all his focus on her, and Becki nearly stopped breathing.

He smiled. The sinful smile she was addicted to. “Take my cock out, sweet Becki. Take it out and get me wet.”

Delight trickled over her and she moved, opening his button, unzipping his jeans carefully. His cock strained against the fabric, the thick ridge making her eager to obey him and give him what he’d asked for. She reached through the fly of his briefs and his cock snapped into her palm, hot and heavy as she fisted him.

She’d barely had time to stroke him twice before he growled at her. “Use your mouth. Cover me and take me deep.”

Becki knelt on the seat, tugging her hair out of the way with one hand and using the other to hold him upright. She licked the tip where a drop of creamy liquid had gathered, his masculine flavour racing through her system. Then she stopped teasing and moved forward readily, opening wide and lowering her head until his cock nudged the back of her throat.

She closed her eyes and repeated the motion, pulling her lips tight around him as she lifted, leaning her head to the side to let him see what she was doing.

He hummed with pleasure, his fingers threading through her hair. Then he tightened his grasp and tugged. A sharp motion, short and controlling, and the buzz of passion in her veins heightened.

“You like that, do you? Interesting.” Marcus smoothed his fingers over her cheek. She moved slower. Let the slickness of her saliva ease the motion, his cock glistening in the light. He stroked his fingertips along the corner of her mouth, and she shivered.

Marcus ran his hand down her back toward where her butt was raised high as she knelt over him. His fingers glided over her ass, then back up as she continued to work his cock.

“I’m going to take care of you, Becki. All the ways you need caring for.”

Becki smiled and sucked hard as she popped off, holding him vertical like a treat. “Who’s taking care of who?”

He smiled. “I’m smart enough to know the answer to that is more complicated than it looks. Crawl on over and ride me. Finish what we started this morning. I want to feel you on my cock. I want to feel you wet and needy as you come.”

Becki bit back the whimper that wanted to escape. She might be a strong individual, she might own her sexuality, but right now she was so damn eager for him she could barely see straight. She knelt on either side of his hips and rocked over his wet cock, gliding the hard length through her folds without letting him in.

He let her repeat the move a half dozen times before he grabbed her by the ass and held her in place. “Now, Becki. Fuck me. Fuck me until you can’t stand it anymore.”

She wasn’t going to fight that kind of order. She tilted her pelvis and the broad head pierced her folds. Before she could lower herself, Marcus pushed her hips, thrusting up and burying himself to the root.

“So so good.” Becki let her head fall back as she rested her hands on Marcus’s shoulders and began a determined rise and fall over him. Every motion took him deep, her passage squeezing around his shaft as he filled her, as their movements caused all her sensitive nerve endings to be rubbed again and again.

He twisted his hips and held her ass tighter. Every touch of his increased her pleasure. Made her all the more aware of his possession. Of their heavy breathing as they strained toward release, of his hold on her body that made it seem he would refuse to let her go.

Passion and pleasure rising fast, mindless of everything else. Just the forceful connection between them. His willingness to give, her need to feel alive.

“Touch yourself,” Marcus ordered. “Make yourself come on my cock.”

His words strained out through barely parted lips, as if he fought to hold back. Resisting release until she joined him. Becki raced to follow his directions. She slipped her fingers over her clit, rubbing where they joined together, and he groaned in approval.

His shoulder was tight under her other hand, entire body poised and ready to go. She increased her tempo, felt the wave approaching.

“Now, oh now. Oh yes.” She stared into his face as she came. A second later she witnessed the shock hit him as well. The flicker in his eyes, the tightening of his lips as his cock jerked with her. Pleasure taking her body with total abandon.

There were spots before her eyes, her head spinning as the climax stole through her body. Limbs slowly relaxing, Becki leaned forward and rested their torsos together, waiting for her heart to slow.

Marcus stroked her back, the thick length of his cock buried in her core. “Welcome to the Landers Retreat House. Would you like valet service?”

“I’ll answer when I can move again.” She twisted her head to kiss his cheek.

He smiled indulgently. “Take your time. I’ve got nowhere I’d rather be.”

Becki waited a moment, soaking in the last moments of pleasure from their romp. As a source of distraction, Marcus had all the moves.

A tiny flash of something moving past the window made her push upright to stare in disgust. “Snow? It’s really going to snow now?”

Marcus nodded. “Welcome back to Canada in May. Look at the good side. We could get trapped for a week.”

“That’s a good side?” She wiggled off his lap and grinned at his expression. “Well, yes, it could be fun, so you can stop leering. Another plus—I doubt we’ll have visitors if there’s any kind of accumulation.”

She pulled her clothes back on while he adjusted and zipped, both of them opening the doors at the same time. The rush of fresh air and the scent of the spruce trees slammed into her with a powerful hit, memories of years spent in these mountain ranges settling her soul.

“This is a good place,” Becki decided, glancing around with delight at the gorgeous setting. Peace settled a little harder—there was no way she could avoid it. The Rocky Mountains were as close to heaven on earth for her as it got. It had always been that way. Paradise, the occasional touch of hell, but mostly a healing balm for her spirit.

They worked easily together, carrying in supplies. Marcus stopped her in the middle of one trip to wrap his arm around her and kiss her thoroughly.

She touched her fingers to her lips, still buzzing from the attack. “Well, that was unexpected. Nice, but out of the blue.”

“We have no agenda, Becki,” he pointed out. “No rush. No need to be settled in under five minutes. Slow down and take your time.”

“Practice a little patience? Is that what you’re telling me?” she teased.

“Of course.” Marcus tweaked her nose, then twirled her toward the kitchen. “Take a peek and see how things look. I’ll turn on the propane and the pumps.”

He vanished out the front door, and she caught herself staring at his ass. Unnumbered days alone with him, and she couldn’t wait. Forget going slow, this was the unexpected opportunity of a lifetime.

The weekend they’d shared so many years ago had changed her life. She’d been headstrong. Impulsive. Probably bound for an early grave if he hadn’t talked her through her wild impulses and proved she could still have a good time while staying alive.

Her future at the time had seemed wide open, and he’d helped her see the real possibilities. Now her options were closing in, but surely out of all the people to be able to help her find her way, he was the one.

Her memory would come back. Marcus was right—she fully expected, sometime during the next days, to be overwhelmed with whatever it was that remained buried. Remembering was going to hurt, and potentially destroy all the plans she’d made.

It wasn’t going to destroy her. She vowed it wouldn’t.

She snatched up the broom leaning against the corner and used it like a weapon, taking out her frustrations on the small dust bunnies and leaves that had drifted in the door to lie tucked along the edges of the floorboards.

If she’d cut the line on Dane, there was no way she could go back to work on any rescue squad. Even if there’d been no alternative—it might have been her last choice, but that truth would also mean a lot of jobs would be off her list.

Like teaching. The team hadn’t freaked out, but for everyone who took the time to get to know her, there would be those who judged her strictly on the past situation. She couldn’t do that to David and the Banff SAR school.

She scooped the debris into the dustpan and carried it outside. Who was she kidding? Taking teaching off the list wasn’t about being compassionate to David. She wouldn’t want to go through life starting every semester with suspicion, reliving the hurt and the doubt all over again, and that was what teaching would end up doing.