Game For Love: Winter Heat (Kindle Worlds Novella) (3 page)

T
he sound
of the shower surprised him, but he smiled as he heard Becca hum. It wasn't a tune he knew, but it was cheerful.

"I'm back!" he said loudly, so she could hear.

The water went off and he heard her close the glass shower door. A moment later she emerged.

Samir thought his heart would stop.

Becca had her hair pinned up on top of her head but a few tendrils had escaped to frame her face. Her pale skin was pink from the warm water and she had a blue towel wrapped around herself.

The top of the towel barely restrained her glorious breasts. The bottom hardly covered the rest of her assets.

She smelled like soap and water and desire. He wondered what she had been doing in there that was making her hum so happily and come out so quickly when he announced himself.

His cock was bursting for her, pressing the zipper of his jeans. All his plans to cool things off were gone. There was only this beautiful dripping wet girl and the hot, wicked demands of his lust.

He closed the space between them in two strides.

She looked up at him with such innocence. She seemed surprised by her own desire, like a rabbit caught in a trap. He wished he could take it slow for her, but that wasn't going to happen this time.

He lifted her soft form and lay her on the bed.

She gasped but she didn't fight him.

The beast shivered in triumph. Samir nuzzled her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.

Becca trembled beneath him, responding to his warm breath against her sensitive skin.

He pulled back and looked into her green eyes.

They were bright with anticipation.

Samir smiled to show her he was pleased. Then he slipped his index finger between her breasts to release the corner of the towel that was holding the makeshift dress together.

When he began to draw the towel open she made a small sound of protest and instinctively moved to cover herself.

"No, baby, don't hide from me."

She blushed and held her ground.

"I'm not...like the other girls here."

Was that the problem? Did she think he would hope she was a flat chested, rail thin ice skater type?

"Do you like a man to look like a man, Becca?"

She nodded slowly, confused.

"Well, I like a woman to look like a woman, too. And I need to see you – all of you. Do you want me to go first?"

Her eyes flashed with shy excitement, and she nodded.

Samir hopped up to oblige her. He peeled off his t-shirt and eased his jeans and boxers over his swollen cock. He knew he looked good, but he found himself checking her eyes immediately to see her response.

She had pulled herself up on her elbows and was staring at him unabashedly. Her eyes glimmered with desire as she bit her lower lip in a gesture that sent chills down Samir's spine.

He tried not to picture those lips wrapping around him. Instead he straddled her on the bed again.

"Your turn."

She smiled anxiously, but she removed her hands from the edges of the towel, allowing him access.

When he pulled back the sides of the towel, leaving her completely exposed, she sucked in a breath, but held still.

Samir looked down and was blown away.

Becca's perfect, round breasts were crested with alluring pink nipples that stood tall, begging for his attention. Her waist narrowed and her hips flared. The glistening pink of her sex peeked at him through auburn curls.

Samir couldn't imagine what she had been nervous about. Her body was a feast for his eyes. He wanted to fall on her but didn't know where to begin.

His eyes met hers. She looked up at him with such sweetness. Suddenly everything fell into place and he kissed her.

She responded immediately, opening her lips to him and welcoming his tongue into her lush mouth.

He took her face in his hands and explored her mouth more forcefully.

When she whimpered against him, he abandoned her sweet lips to nuzzle her neck.

She arched up against him.

The feel of her soft skin against his was intoxicating. He kissed his way down her neck to her breasts.

She gasped when he took the first nipple in his mouth. It was taut and ready for him but he suckled and pulled on it until it swelled impossibly under his tongue. When Samir was satisfied that he had given it enough attention, he let his hand replace his mouth

"Such perfect breasts," he praised her.

She moaned in reply as he sucked her other nipple into his mouth.

Becca was panting and arching herself as if to beg for more contact with his hands and mouth. When her hips began to lift into him Samir knew she was ready.

He ran a trail of wet kisses down her belly as slowly as he could. It was getting harder to tamp down the demands of his own desperate desire. But he needed to be sure of Becca's pleasure first.

When he approached the apex of her thighs she gasped and he had to pull back and look at her.

Her green eyes were glazed and her pink lips were swollen with his kisses. Her hair had come down and was splayed across the pillow. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked like a wanton angel.

Samir forced himself to take slow, deep breaths. Although his body was raging he had to control the beast at all costs.

He stroked her cheek delicately then lowered himself down her body again.

Her scent was exquisite. He buried his nose in the thatch of flame colored curls and nuzzled gently.

She stilled under him. He could almost hear the frantic tattoo of her heart as she waited in a haze of anticipation.

Samir lowered his head and slowly ran his tongue up from the base of her vagina.

She opened under his mouth like a flower.

She was so wet. His cock throbbed in response.

She tasted like nectar. He spread her open gently with his fingers and buried his tongue in her.

Becca was making the loveliest sounds. The beast delighted in her trills and the restrained bucking of her rounded hips.

Samir held her hips to still her and let his tongue trace a circle around her clitoris.

Becca's body stiffened. Her clitoris began to swell.

Samir continued to trace teasing circles as Becca moaned.

The beast wanted to hear her beg.

But Samir wasn't so cruel.

"Good girl," he whispered, and rewarded her with a lazy lick right on her clit.

Becca cried out and tossed her head back against the pillow.

He licked her again. She lost herself to him then, he could feel that she had let her defenses down. All she wanted was the satisfaction only he could give.

Wanting the moment to last, Samir ran his finger gently down her vulva without penetrating.

Becca began to tremble. Her hips fought his weight. The pink mouth of her vagina unfurled as if to welcome his finger.

Samir growled and ground his rigid cock into her thigh.

Becca squealed at the contact. Samir hoped it was because she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He couldn't hold off much longer.

Impatiently, he sank a finger deep inside her, sucked her stiff little clit into his mouth and licked and sucked it at the same time.

"Ahh, ahh!" Becca cried.

Almost immediately her legs stiffened and her pussy clenched his finger in ecstatic contractions.

Her climax was so intense Samir could almost feel it himself. Afraid he would lose control and come with her, he ground his teeth as he teased out the last of her pleasure.

As soon as she recovered enough that her joyful cries became pleas of overstimulation, he crawled up her body.

He was panting like a dog and his heart thundered in his chest. He needed to be inside her
now
.

But before he could force her legs apart and take her hard, he looked into her eyes again.

Her expression was indescribable. Unlike the women who usually found their way into his bed, she didn't look like she was trying to take a hot selfie.

She looked happy and relaxed, but that wasn't all.

No, she looked grateful.

And she looked respectful.

The beast inside him swelled with pride.

He stroked her cheek with one hand.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded happily.

"Are you ready for me?"

She looked excited but nervous. She nodded slowly.

Something occurred to him.

"Have you done this before?"

She cast her glance away like she was embarrassed and nodded quickly.

"But it wasn't like this," she whispered.

Happiness washed over him. He was so glad that he could make this good for her. He wanted to erase the memory of any other man from her body and her mind.

"I'm glad," he smiled down at her. "Look into my eyes, don't look away, baby."

She smiled into his eyes and he thought his heart would break.

As slowly as his aching cock could bear, he pressed against her opening.

B
ecca was still sailing
on the euphoria from the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. But the heat of Samir's engorged penis against her had her wound up all over again.

His pained expression told her how much effort it took him to go slowly. Becca was grateful. He was enormous, and although she knew it wasn't possible, she couldn't help picturing being split down the middle by his gigantic organ.

He groaned as he eased himself into her millimeter by millimeter.

The sound turned her on immeasurably, and Becca could feel herself opening to accept him.

He had asked her to look into his eyes, which she did, with increasing difficulty as her pleasure threatened to engulf her again. It was her instinct to hide during that vulnerable moment. But Samir wanted it for himself and she would give it to him if she could.

"I'm not going to last long," he warned her, looking into her eyes with regret.

Becca was delighted that she could make him feel such urgency.

"Why does that make you smile?"

Instead of answering, she tilted her hips and clenched down on him.

His eyes widened and his hips jerked forward involuntarily. He had filled her to the hilt.

She cried out, her whole body tingling with pleasure. And she shut her eyes.

"Open them," he said through clenched teeth.

She opened her eyes in confusion before remembering what he had asked her to do.

He was hovering over her - his eyes on fire, his jaw locked. She couldn't imagine the battle that was happening inside him. Becca knew if she had been on top she would have been grinding herself on him madly.

The thought pushed her toward the edge and she writhed beneath him.

"Please?" she asked.

His muscles rippled and he threw his head back and roared.

His dropped his face down and locked eyes with her.

Then began the long, languorous strokes - all the way in, nearly all the way out.

Samir's eyes went smoky with lust.

Becca felt herself coming undone. His pace was stoking her slowly, relentlessly.

In the twilight moment when she knew her climax was inevitable, she sank her nails into the muscles of his back.

It was all Samir could take.

Becca felt him swell inside her just as she began to convulse around him.

They cried out together in an agony of pleasure that seemed to go on and on.

As the last waves of their ecstasy faded, Samir rolled Becca on top of himself.

She could feel that the tension in him was gone. As she rested her head on the muscular planes of his warm chest, he skimmed his fingers across the sensitive skin of her back.

Becca was asleep almost immediately.

B
ecca awoke
from a deep sleep in darkness. She reached her hand out and Samir was gone, but the imprint from his head was still warm.

She smiled contentedly for a moment but then her bladder insisted she freshen up.

Oddly, the bathroom door was open and the light was out.

So where was Samir?

She took care of business quickly. On her way back to the bed she glanced out at the spectacular view. The moon was nearly full, it lit the snow, making it shine like daylight. Becca admired it for a moment. Then she caught her breath.

Samir was walking quickly away from the hotel.

Intrigued, Becca threw on her clothes and headed out to follow him.

As she rounded the corner of the building she remembered that spying was exactly what he had yelled at her about when they first met. He wouldn't be happy about her following him.

On the other hand, this was the IW Games. The competition was crazy and anyone who had targeted him might be very glad to catch him headed off alone.

Becca would just follow behind at a distance. If anyone approached him she could warn him.

In the back of her mind she tried not to think about the obvious reason why he might sneak into the woods.

The pressure on the athletes was so intense. Becca was sure that plenty of them were doping even though they knew the penalties were harsh if they were caught.

Becca didn't want to think that Samir would do such a thing. Nonetheless, she had spent her life watching over her brother. It was her nature to follow and observe.

Samir had crossed the field and hill and was headed into the woods. Deeper and deeper Becca followed him, until suddenly he stopped.

Her heart pounded and she leaned against a tree, praying he hadn't heard her. There was silence for a long moment.

Becca peeked around cautiously and caught her breath.

Samir had removed his clothes!

Becca's jaw dropped and she nearly ran to him. He must be crazy – it was freezing out here.

Then he lifted his head to the moon and spread his arms wide.

The surface of his skin appeared to swim and go in and out of focus. Becca leaned in, forgetting to hide.

A glow emanated from the static around Samir's form. And he seemed to be growing.

As Samir howled at the heavens, the blur around him faded and Becca nearly fainted at what she saw.

Her new lover stood before her, his strangely altered figure illuminated by a shaft of moonlight through the trees. His dark eyes had turned a sapphire blue and he was covered in snowy white, silken fur, except over his handsome face, his preposterously muscular chest and his impressive private parts.