Anti-Hero (Wild Heart Ranch Book 4)

I exit the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, feeling super clean and a little self-conscious.

“Everything go okay in there?” Erik asks. Even though I’ve braced for him to tease me, his question is sincere.

Running my hand through my damp hair, I admit, “I have to get used to all the firsts with you. That was the first time I ever did that because I wanted to.”

He walks up to me, towering over me, and I love it.

“How does it feel to do it when you want to?” he asks, pulling me against him.

“Dirty.” I tilt my head back to see his face and send him a quick smile. “In the best way possible.”

Erik nods his approval. “That’s what I like to hear.” Tugging my towel, he asks, “Mind if we lose this?”

I shake my head, and he whips it off my body, then takes a moment to soak me in.

“You are fucking beautiful.”

My cheeks heat, and his appreciative smile does me in.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say, pulling on the waistband of his boxers to sneak a peek at the goods. Fuck, even soft his cock is so pretty. “Not bad at all.”

Winking, he pulls out the small, folded stepstool from between the refrigerator and the wall. Expanding it, he sets it on the ground with a pointed look. I grin and step onto it, bringing myself within a few inches of his height.

Erik’s hands come to my face, and the look he gives me is pure heat and affection. I don’t know which one of us moves first, but our lips are on each other in a second.

I’d wondered if last night’s kisses were a one-time thing, but no. We burn with the same amount of passion, wrapped around each other.

As we deepen the kiss, he pulls me from the step stool, and I wrap my legs around his middle, moaning as I press my weeping cock into his belly.

He strides purposefully through Hopper’s apartment, then easily lowers us to the mattress on the floor. Pulling me down on top of him, we kiss until we need to come up for air, panting against each other. I attack his neck, following his moans to discover the most sensitive parts of him, and he returns the favor, using his lips and teeth to leave bruises and light caresses on my skin.

When my hand goes to my cock, he bats it away.

“Straddle my face,” he demands, and I comply immediately. I scoot forward, then think better of it and spin around to face his chest, with my thighs framing his face.

I look over my shoulder, finding his eyes, still feeling a little uncertain, even after being so careful with my prep. Before I can overthink it, he palms my cheeks and fits me down over his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe out, my vision going spotty.

He runs his broad tongue over my hole, and I jerk, feeling as though I’ve been electrocuted in the best way possible.

He pushes me up. “That okay?”

Still shivering from the shock, I lean forward, placing my hands on his chest to support myself.

“Y-yes,” I finally answer, my voice wrecked. “I’m not too much?”

He chuckles, running his nose up and down my passage. “Not by a long shot, gorgeous.”

I haven’t waxed or bleached since he and Charlie saved me, but he isn’t complaining. In fact, I think he likes it. The thought makes me giggle, which is super embarrassing. I look back, and he gives me a questioning brow.

“Who knew sex could be this fun?” I ask, nearly euphoric.

Erik’s eyes dance. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

With that, he pulls me down again and goes after me like a starving man goes after a steak dinner.

“I fucking love rimming,” I say, enjoying the rumbly laughter beneath me as I try not to fall over dead from pleasure.

The only problem is, even though it builds and builds, I don’t think I can get off from rimming alone. Desperate, I finally grab my cock, jacking myself as fast as I can.

“Nuh-uh,” Erik says, tossing me to the bed.

His laughter warms my belly as he pushes me down, then swallows my cock. Right as I begin to go over, he pulls away and turns me ass up, face down, diving back in, teasing my hole with his talented tongue, then—Jesus, fuck—pushing the tip past the ring of muscle, fucking me with it.

I start getting loud, and suddenly, I’m face up again, flipped like a pancake, my cock once again in the vacuum of his mouth. I can’t help the sounds coming out of me, and when he pinches and pulls on my nipples, I see spots. I practically sob through my orgasm, cresting even higher when Erik greedily swallows every drop of my cum.

“Suck my cock,” he demands, falling back onto the soft pillows.

I hold up my finger, needing just a minute. When I finally pop up from the sheets, he chuckles.

“Baby, your hair is sticking out in every direction,” he says, barely able to speak from laughing so hard.

Fine. I find his cock and, admiring the fat head, I take him to the back of my throat, sucking and bobbing until I’ve obliterated all sense.

“Yeah, like that, baby,” he says in a cracked voice, gripping my head. “Take my cock. All of it. So good for me. Keep going…yes.”

I used to encourage guys to fuck my face because once I neutralized my gag reflex, I figured out it made them come faster. But when it’s Erik who’s not holding back, I can’t get enough.

Relaxing my jaw, I let him in as deep as he can go. We lock eyes, and I show him everything I’m feeling. Pride. Possession. Knowing I’m giving him a world-class blowjob. Determined to wreck his world and maybe play with his boundaries a bit, I push two fingers into his mouth. His eyes widen, but he sucks and licks them until they’re slick with spit.

I continue to work him up and down, sneaking my hand past his balls, circling his rim with those two slick fingers.

He surprises me by angling his hips to give me more access. “Yeah, baby, finger-fuck me.”

I push past the tight ring of muscle easily, quickly finding the nerves he lit up in me last night. I stroke them while continuing to take his entire length.

“Your lips look so good around my cock, baby…fuck…I can’t hold on another second,” he warns. Grinning around his girth, I press my fingers inside him once more.

He grabs my face as his hips jerk and buck, unloading spurt after spurt of hot cum down my throat. I swallow everything he has to give me, my eyes never leaving his.

Satisfied I’ve drained him, I pull off with a dirty, proud smile and crawl up his body to share a cum-stained kiss.

He stares at me in wonder. “How did you do that?”

I send him a look and a sardonic smile. “Years of practice.”

He wrinkles his nose, kissing me again.

“Hey,” I say, slapping his chest. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asks, looking sheepish. “Reminding you why you’re so goddamned talented?”

I shake my head. “No, dumbass. For not holding back. For fucking my throat with everything you have.”

He grimaces, and I wave my finger in his face. “Don’t make that face. So what if I had to learn all of this the hard way? I now get to use that information however I want. And what I want is to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”

His concern assuaged, he pulls me in for another filthy kiss.

“Tell me,” he says, nipping my bottom lip, “how wrong is it that I love seeing this little mouth stretched around my big fucking cock?”

“I’ll answer your question with a question—why do you like it so much?” I ask, pretty sure I know the answer.

“Aside from the visual of you practically unhinging your jaw to take it all in?” I nod, moving down to lap at his nipple as he cups the back of my head. “You liked it. You were doing it for me. For my pleasure.”

“There’s your difference,” I say between sucks, putting my palm against his to highlight my smallness against his bigness. “You’re a demanding, controlling fuck, but the thing you’re demanding is our mutual enjoyment.”

“Is that what’s in it for you?” he asks, genuinely wanting to know.

“Yes. I like how I can barely fit you into my body. I like how you enjoy my size. I’ve never seen someone so excited over my cock, I’ll tell you that much,” I say, gesturing to my comparatively humble offering.

He chuckles. “Will you smack me for saying your cock is cute?”

I laugh. “Really? You think it’s cute?”

He kisses my head, groaning as I continue to mouth and suck his nipple. “Fucking adorable. Like, so cute I kind of want you to fuck me with it.”

I pull back, turned on. “Are you kidding me?”

He bites his lip, slow to bring his eyes to mine. “No. I don’t think I am. You were vulnerable with me. It’s only fair I do the same.”

My jaw drops. “Fuuuuuck. Are you serious?” I ask, wondering if I could possibly take him now.

“As a heart attack,” he says, trailing his fingers down my chest. “When you’re all hard and ready to blow after you de-entrail Minneapolis, I’ll happily bend over for you.”

I came too hard to go again, but I start looking for my bag and ask, “Can we leave for Minneapolis now?”

He chuckles, pulling me in for another mindless kiss.

“We have breakfast in twenty minutes with Joe and Rand, but after that, we’ll have Rand’s guy drop us off at Teterboro. We’ll be in Minneapolis by dinner.”

“Then let’s get going,” I say, kissing him hard and fast.

I’ve got a madam to kill and a giant Norwegian to fuck.