Cover: X-Treme MeasureAuthor: S.N. Garza

"I see. And did you like what you saw?"

I looked over his sweat slick body. The leathers low on his hips. Then my eyes landed on his crotch where there was a noticeable bulge of his erection. The length long against the thin fabric of the leather. Whoa.

I shrugged. I lost my ability to speak. He just looked so...sexy and incredible. His body was flushed against mine. I was a captive in his arms. With the burning stare of his searing me through and through, I didn’t care. 

"I will say this one time, Moriah. Never look at those men."

Wait, what? My eyebrow lifted, the command surprising and unexpected. "What do you mean? They did what you did."

"Yes, but the only man you need to look at here is me."

"Conceited much?"

"No. Possessive."

Possessive? I wasn’t a fucking bone to bury.

"Daniel, you are insane. Let me go.”

"Moriah." His body stepped back, his arms still bracketing me between and his eyes looked over my outfit and his nose flared and then I heard a quick, "Fuck it."

Then he had me against the door, one hand cupping my jaw and the other on my clavicle as his lips crashed home on mine. The dominant force of the kiss clearly told me who was in charge and in control. My hands found his biceps, curling...uncurling. Daniel bent, his hands leaving the wall and skimming over my curves before curving under my knees, lifting me high into the air where I felt the hard ridge of his desire pressing roughly against the thin material of my ridiculously thin flowy skirt and lacy panties. 

All the while his lips ate at mine with savage hunger. I couldn't get enough. My hands slithered up his arms and threaded through his hair, pulling at the short strands. A hiss escaped from his lips and his hands slipped up my legs, cupping my ass. Kneading and sliding his hands beneath the material, touching my bare flesh, and moving my hips in rhythm with his slow grind. His mouth sipped at mine, biting my bottom lip before letting go.

"Whoa."

His burning black eyes looked over the flush that i knew stained my body. I have never had a kiss like that. I wasn't a virgin but damn, i might as well be with the way he kissed.

"I've been wanting to do that since that Saturday two months ago."

"That's a long time to be holding it in."

"Yeah, well my hand took care of it every fucking night since."

"Oh, my god. You didn't just say that to me.”

"I could let you take care of it, if you want."

My eyes widened at his request, if that's what you wanted to call it. It was more like a plea, a demand. A command. I had no clue how to respond. I shrugged in response instead, not unwillingly, but I wasn't going to beg him to do what i really wanted him to do. Which was seriously effed up anyway and I’m sure most of it was the adrenaline from the kiss boiling inside my veins, propelling me to act like a wanton right now. But he was still a take charge, bossy, alpha male. I’ve never handled a guy like that.

"I'm going to kiss you, Moriah. If you want me to stop then stop me." His hand reached up to cup my jaw, his eyes waiting for a yes or a no. I was not going to tell him to stop kissing me so i nodded and his hand tightened just a bit, opening my mouth, his mouth descended, his teeth tugging on my bottom lip again before licking its way inside. Just when he had my mouth at the angle he wanted, he moved us, and God as my witness he was sure and strong as he carried me away from the door. His hand finding the base of my hair, wrapping the length around his fist until his hand was to the top of my shoulders. He pulled at my hair, my head falling back as his mouth trailed over my jawline, and down my neck.

My back easily met the soft cushion of the bed and my breath came up short. He leaned into my body, his hands now roaming my body and I had no control except holding on to him as he commandeered my body to his will. Daniels lips were licking and sucking a trail over the swells of my breasts when one hand skated up my thigh, pushing my skirt upward to my waist. His warm palm cupped my center, circling his fingers over the wet lace.

“AH!” Oh, holy mother, it was like I was on fire as his fingers pressed and rubbed at the sensitive nub.

"Fucking so wet, Moriah. This better be because of me, baby."

"It is. Sweet baby Jesus, how could it not be?"

"Good girl." His fingers dipped beneath the material, touching the hot flesh at my core before massaging the wetness over my clitoris in easy, light teases. My body took control and moved against him. Mimicking his rhythm. And when one thick finger found my wet opening again and pushed inside, i cried out.

"Daniel!" My eyes shut tight and then he pushed in two fingers. His fingers stroked the tender flesh between my legs. My walls clamped down around his fingers, gripping them as he slid in and out of me. My breath quickened, and when I opened my eyes, his jaw was clenched, tightening with lust as he pumped into me faster and faster.

"You’re going to come for me aren’t you? Your pussy is so tight around my fingers and so dripping wet." He withdrew his fingers and brought them to my lips, painting them with my arousal. His hand dropped back down to my wet entrance, circling my arousal before pumping back inside. Scissoring his fingers inside, and my eyes crossed and my body trembled. His lips licked my lips and he breathed deep. "Mmmm...and delicious. when i taste your pussy for the first time, i'm going to get drunk on your taste, Moriah. I won't stop until your body is shaking and begging me to stop."

My hands tightened in the bedding, my eyes barely focused. He stroked my upper wall, moving faster inside of me until he was truly fucking me with his fingers. And i wished it was something else. I felt his erection against my thigh, and i wondered if he was going to take me. I could only hope he would.

"Love my touch, don't you?" His mouth was against my neck and his fingers fucked into me with fast drives. "I love how you looked at me."

"You do dance so very good."

A chuckle ran out, his kisses landing on my neck and chest light and easy before he leaned up and over me. His free hand grabbed my hair again and held me still as his fingers became quick thrusts inside. A barely audible squelching noise came from his ministrations and my wet core.

"Come for me, Moriah. Your body needs this. Just let go, baby. I'm going to take such good care of you. that's it, honey. I can feel your walls fluttering around my fingers. Let go, Moriah. Let me have it. Give me your pleasure, baby."

My voice came out as a whimper as i called his name over and over.

"My name is so beautiful coming from your lips. Say it as you come for me, Moriah. Now."

then my walls were clenching, contracting and then releasing around his fingers and i couldn’t control the trembling and tremors that passed through me as i hit my peak. My eyes shut tight as i let go, and my teeth captured my bottom lip as i pushed through my orgasm. It rocked my body as he continued to drag out the pleasure. the hand in my hair tightened and cupped my neck before he sucked the soft skin at the grove of my neck making me cry out.

His name a mantra flying past my lips.

One thing i learned...i could honestly say i've never felt a release like that. Honestly the few times i had sex, i faked it so it would be over and i had no idea how to pleasure myself. And here i was, with a master of seduction. Experiencing release for the first time overwhelmed me and my hands found his neck and i pulled him upward, my mouth colliding with his as i did what he did to my mouth. My hands pulled hard on his head and my legs trapped him and his hand as i gyrated against him against my own volition and i wanted him. right now.

"Moriah? Fuck, baby. You are so fucking hot, baby. No. I can't right now, I'm at work. Fuck!" His hand ripped at the lace material, rendering it useless. "Fuck you feel so good against my hand." I looked up to see him pocketing my panties into the tightening leather at his waist, then letting my hair go and sitting back on his haunches. His hands skirted up my thighs and flipped the rest of my skirt up, exposing myself to his gaze. "Damn, pretty pussy." His hands massaged my inner thigh, before taunting the wet slit. Gathering my juices on the tips of his fingers, he brought them to his own mouth and sucking them clean. "Can not wait to taste this against my mouth."

BANG! BANG!

Daniel's face whipped over to the hard knocking on the door, a harsh, "What?" growled past his lips. My body was thrumming, desperate for more. But I knew it was in vein. He was right. He was at work and I don’t’ know what they allow here but having sex here in this bed, where God knows how many women have been pleasured here...ugh. that is not a thought I wanted. Has Daniel ever done this before? Here? Oh, god. This was messed up. My body felt depleted. I grabbed the edge of my skirt and tried covering myself but his hands tightened and held onto my hips, not allowing me my modesty.

"Daniel." I whispered, a hint of embarrassment coloring the sound of my voice.

"Duke, we have a set in ten, you coming?"

"Yes. Now, leave." The growling demand passing his lips and he looked back down to me. His body radiating need and lust and now I wasn’t going to find out. And maybe I shouldn’t have. The adrenaline was fading. I didn’t regret it, because let’s face it, I got off. I feel great.

"Oh, God. I need to go. This was--

"What? this was what, Moriah?"

"Not supposed to happen."

"Maybe not, but i sure as don't regret it. Do you?" His eyes gentled, his soft brown eyes looking over my body as he brought my skirt over my lap, shielding my privates.

I shook my head slowly. Because I didn't regret it. I knew a sexual tension lied between us but i never imagined we'd ever act on it. 

"There's no going back, Moriah. I only had a small taste and i sure as hell want more."

He scooted off the bed, his hands cupping the back of my knees and dragging me towards the edge of the edge of the bed, my skirt rushing back over my hips. looking at him, Daniel looked right at the apex of my thighs and licked his lips.

"Just one small taste. I have just enough time."

"I'm sorry?"

The next thing i knew, his hands spread me just wide enough for his head to nestle right between my thighs, his tongue licking a warm path over my opening and clit, making me flinch. Then i felt his lips suck at my clit, before flicking over my entrance, pushing his tongue as far as he could go.

"Daniel! Please."

He sucked at the soft lips before going back over my clit and giving it his full attention. His hands fell away, but i didn't pay enough attention as the sensations were running back up and down my body. another peak building. Bringing me right to the edge. My hands clawed at the bed, his name a prayer on my lips. His mouth feverishly licking, biting, nipping, sipping, you name it he was doing it to my vagina like a man drunk on lust.

"Daniel. Daniel! Yes! Oh, yesyesyes!" I felt the tension build until i couldn’t hold it in anymore and it was simple euphoria. A rush like i've never felt before ran over my skin, goosebumps breaking out over my skin and then i heard him groan, his mouth no longer on me but on the inner side of my thigh, where he clamped down, making me cry out with the painful love bite but it was like a shot of pleasure that shot straight to my girl parts and I whimpered out in helpless abandon.

He was breathing wildly and panting hard, quick breaths that i felt skate over my sensitive flesh. I was totally done for.

Daniel was standing, and when i leaned up on my elbows, he was tucking himself into the jeans. My eyes flew to his and a sated smile came over his lips. He helped me off the bed but i could barely keep myself up, so Daniel caught me, keeping me standing.

"You okay?"

"I probably can't even walk. How am I supposed to go back out there? With no panties, no less?"

"Hmmm...you haven't seen not barely walking yet. The feeling will come back in your legs. They just feel like jelly right now. And you won't be staying here. You’re going to go home."

"this wasn't our last stop. They are probably looking for me right now."

"Hell no you're not going anywhere. I know the clubs that are around here. What are your friends thinking? A bunch of women trying to get you in serious trouble. And you are even wearing any fucking panties. I don’t want other men even looking at you. I can fucking smell the sated arousal on your pussy. Get your ass home.”

"Hey. No one is the boss of me. Least of all you, buster."

"That changed."

He was completely serious. And seriously delusional. "No. It hasn't."

"Once you took me as your lover, you gave me that right." I almost flinched at the growl in his voice but hell if i was going to back down. 

"Uh, excuse you? Lover? Your dick came nowhere near my vagina. Therefore you don't have any right. And even if we did, it still wouldn’t give you any right. that belongs to the man i will marry. and maybe not even then. I am not someones property." My finger was poking his chest with each point i was making. "And with that kind of attitude, you surely as hell won't ever get this again." I gestured to my body. I walked around him, furious as all get out. Mostly at myself for playing right into a trap.

His arm snatched my upper arm then slowly and gently slid to the small of my back, bringing me closer to him. His nose bent and nuzzled mine before tickling a path over to my ear.

"You're already mine, Moriah."

"Fuck you."

"I promise you that i will. And soon."

"Ugh." i slapped at his chest before folding my arms. "Let me go. Don't you have a show to do?"

"Don't go to other clubs, Moriah. I want you safe."

"I was safe before you and i'll be just fine now." I pushed him, hard and he turned to open the door, one of his dancer friends hand was already raised, ready to knock on the door once again.

"Oh, uh. sorry, just seeing if everything was okay?" the guy was half naked, hot just like the others as he got a good look on both our faces. Which were similar as how we both looked ready to spit nails. “Need boxing gloves?”

I heard a tight growl behind me, but I ignored it. Asshat.

"everything’s just great. Jackass over here needs a cold shower." I turned to look at Daniel and said, "Have a good night, Duke." then i turned and walked out, going back to the group of girls who sounded excited and were begging for deets on the hot leader of the X-Treme Measure group of men dancers.

I heard him call out my name, but i didn't listen. No one was my boss. Least of all him. One thing was sure though. I would never forget this night. Like ever.

S. N. Garza is from Southeast Houston, Texas, with her husband and two small children. She is a full time Chilihead employee at Chili's Bar & Grill. Author of steamy, sexy, sinfully beautiful stories about strong alpha men and the women who fall for them.

When she's not taking care of her family, or working her tail off, you can find her writing well into the night with her headphones on, or reading another steamy romance novel, attaining another fictional boyfriend. Remember
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