22 May '12

Good Smut Event Day Fifteen – EXPLICIT excerpt from Rigger by Kelly Jamieson

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Alek fought for breath, fought for sanity. Jesus. She blew his fucking mind. Every fucking time.


His peeled his sweat-slicked body away from her, staying inside her, still pulsing, her hot body clasping him tightly. He looked down at where they were joined, and his heart jolted at the erotic sight of his cock buried in her ass. So goddamn beautiful. His throat closed up with emotion.


He sucked in more oxygen, slowly withdrew from her body, holding her hips. He pulled her legs back and down, holding her gently and lowering her to the bed. “Shae?” he whispered, reaching up to move her hair back off her face. “You okay, baby?”


She didn’t answer and he stretched out beside her, face-to-face, touched his fingertips to her burning cheek. Man. She’d gone way far away. He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, then carefully pulled her into his arms. Her lashes fluttered and her eyes opened, unfocused and dazed.


“There you are.” He smiled at her.


She blinked again. And then the trembling started, fine tremors at first, but he felt them intensifying quickly. He needed to get her under the covers.


Working quickly, he untied her wrists, unwound the ropes from around her body, then yanked down the duvet cover and rolled them both under it. He tucked her up against his body, wrapped his legs around hers, stroked up and down her back with slow sure strokes. Her face pressed into his chest and he bunched the puffy comforter up right to her chin, making sure her shoulders were covered.


“I’ve got you, baby.” He kissed her forehead, held her tightly. “I’ve got you. It’s okay.”


She made a small noise in her throat.


“I know. I know. You were amazing, sweetheart. So fucking strong. You dug so deep, didn’t you?”

Her head moved in what might have been a nod and she burrowed closer to him, still shaking. He wanted to surround her with his body, with his heat, warm her up, bring her back down safe and sound. Aftercare was something he enjoyed, but he’d never felt this huge expanding tenderness inside him, this swell of pride and admiration and love.


His heart hadn’t even returned to normal from the earthquake of an orgasm he’d just had, and now it started up again, racing full out in a galloping rhythm. Christ, she could probably feel that and that wasn’t going to help bring her down a damn bit. Focus. Breathe. He needed to get her settled so he could go get a cloth and clean her up.


Her shivering eased slightly, then a bit more, until she was calm in his arms, so snuggled into him he didn’t know if he’d be able to move away from her. Ever. Finally, he eased back a bit.


She made a soft noise of protest. He kissed her hair, her temple, held his lips there for a long moment, breathing in her sweet lily of the valley fragrance, now mingled with his own scent and the smell of sex. He filled his lungs with it, then moved again, slipping out of the bed. In his bathroom he ran warm water over a cloth, grabbed a towel and returned to the bed.


“Alek.” She gazed at him, the pale oval of her face almost surrounded by the duvet.


“Right here. Gonna just wash you up a bit, okay? Are you warm enough?”


“Mmm.” She let him tug the duvet away from her body.


“Roll onto your tummy, baby. Yeah, that’s it.”


He parted her thighs and swiped the warm cloth gently between them, down lower, up over her ass. One more time. Then he patted her dry, so carefully, and covered her back up while he used the bathroom.


He stared at himself in the mirror. He looked the same. He rubbed his jaw, rough with stubble. The fear was gone, replaced with admiration for Shaela and a bubbling happiness. He grinned at his reflection. Jesus.


He flicked out the bathroom light and returned to the bed, where her small body lay curled up, dozing. He slid in beside her and wrapped her up again, and unbelievably his dick hardened. Already.


He petted her and caressed her everywhere, places where she might be tender, places he hadn’t paid much attention to earlier, like her luscious breasts, so soft and full with those tight little nipples. He felt her stirring beside him as he played with her body, and then maneuvered himself down so he could taste those nipples. 

He took one in his mouth and she moaned and arched against him. Her nipple fit perfectly to his tongue, elongating, hardening, and he sucked gently, closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensations—the taste of her, the feel of her, the warm scent of her skin. He sucked one nipple, then the other, increasing the pressure, tugging with lips and teeth until she writhed against him.


“Alek,” she gasped. “Again?”


“Yep.” He smiled around a nipple, gave a last lick then shifted farther down the bed, under the covers into warm, richly female-scented darkness, parting her thighs and tasting her. So wet, so sweet. He licked and sucked, found her clit and made her cry out, nibbled his way over one hipbone and back up her body.


He entered her and they rocked together, her hands moving over his body, down his chest, up his back, staring at each other wide eyed.


His gaze was riveted to her face, the perfect pale oval of it, her mouth shiny in the candlelight, her big eyes dark, full of worship and longing, love and devotion. He sank into her softness, lost himself in it, one achingly sweet sensation after another, building and building. Pleasure expanded through his chest, swelling inside him.


He fell over her with a long groan, their bodies melting together, the intensity ferocious, the candles at the edges of his vision making it feel as if the bed were in flames around them. She bit his shoulder, softly, then her tongue glided over his skin, sending sparks shooting through his veins. Her hands slid over him and she moved against him, beneath him, with him, around him, everything to him in that moment, and he lost his mind.


Falling in love hadn’t been part of his plan. All he’d wanted was a model for his photographs. Then he’d just wanted to explore—because that’s what he did. Tried new things, went new places. And he’d wanted Shaela to try that too.


She’d been afraid, but she was so sweet. So brave. Because she had tried new things, so many new things, and she’d given him her trust to take her new places. But in letting him expand her world, in letting him tie her up and setting her free—she’d set him free too.


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