Untamed

by Caitlin Crews

And then, fucking finally, he got his mouth on hers.

  CHAPTER TEN

  THE ENTIRE WORLD burst into flame, as if the long-dormant volcano that had made this island roared back to life and took Lucinda first.

  There was no easing in. No getting her bearings. Jason picked her up and threw her into a wall of a wave the way he had out on the water, head over heels in a mad hurtle that tasted like whiskey and aroused, impossible male, and she had no choice but to swim or drown.

  Lucinda chose to swim.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, held on to all that brawn and muscle like he was hers, and opened her mouth beneath his.

  And the way he licked into her mouth was better than plain old fire or his clever hands slicked with lotion. It was deeper, hotter and indescribably dirty.

  Lucinda got the distinct impression that he wasn’t playing around.

  He had her in his lap, and within moments his hand was streaking up her leg beneath the soft fabric she’d wrapped around her. And the only thing she could think to do with all that sensation and heat was shift herself so he had better access. So she did. And he took it.

  She knew his touch already and she thrilled to it, making a greedy sound in the back of her throat that should have humiliated her as he found his way between her thighs. But there was no room in her for humiliation. Not when he finally found his way beneath her panties and into the slick heat of her pussy.

  At last, she thought fiercely, with a deep, full greed. At last.

  If she thought that he would toy with her a little now, play with her and drag this out because he could, she was mistaken.

  He kept his mouth on hers, kissing her deep and hard and so intensely it made her feel hollow with longing. Then he shifted her on his lap until she was kneeling astride him, her pussy against his cock with only his jeans and the scrap of her panties keeping her from taking him deep inside her.

  It was like falling. Flying. Tumbling end over end, and Lucinda couldn’t tell if she wanted to go on forever or she thought it might kill her. But she knew that really, she didn’t care which. Or what happened to her.

  Just so long as it never ended.

  Jason reached between them. His rough fingers yanked at her panties until they gave way, and she knew she should care that he’d ripped them off her. And she did, but only because it somehow made his tongue in her mouth taste that much wilder.

  He pulled his jeans open, making a dirty, gritty kind of sound as he dragged out that hard, heavy cock of his that had been haunting her for what already felt like her whole life.

  She felt the blunt head of it, tracing over her pussy and hitting her clit, then moving through all that molten heat while she saw stars. Once, then again, like he wanted her to get a feel of him.

  Or wanted her to get dizzy.

  And this time she had no intention of holding herself back, she thought as he pulled out a condom and sheathed himself. She wasn’t sure she could have if she tried.

  His hands gripped her ass, hoisting her up and into position, so he could start working all of that thick, heavy length inside her.

  Lucinda was shuddering now, trying to push herself deeper onto him than he would allow her to go because she needed all of him, now. But he maintained his grip and kept her to a mere inch, then a retreat, then another even slower inch.

  “I hate you,” she managed to say, there against his mouth.

  She could feel that laughter of his rumble in his big chest. Though at first she thought it was yet another earthquake tearing her up from the inside out.

  “I can tell.”

  He worked her lower, then lower still, until she was sure she was spread-eagled over him. Pinned wide and waiting for him to fill her completely. It was enough to make her pant and sweat, but it still wasn’t enough.

  He still wasn’t there.

  He worked her farther down his massive shaft. He hitched his hips to back up again, grinning when she made a sound of protest.

  And then he surged that last little bit inside her, dragging the base of his cock over her clit as he sheathed himself to the hilt.

  It walloped her.

  She went spinning straight over an edge she hadn’t seen coming with such a wild, intense punch that she found herself crying out right there against his mouth.

  All Jason did was laugh, then lick it up, too.

  And then, when she was shaking out her wild, incandescent release—only dimly aware that the sarong had come unknotted to pool around her hips, leaving nothing between them at all—he began to move.

  Her.

  He wrapped his big hands around her waist and moved her up, then down, as if she was weightless. As if she was a toy, and he was using her to pleasure himself as he chose—

  A notion that nearly made her come all over again when she’d hardly finished the first round.

  He made a sound, something low and deep that she knew was a command, and there was no reason she should have understood him.

  But she did.

  She did—as if they were connected in more ways than simply the huge cock that filled her too wide and thrilled her too intensely in turn.

  Lucinda arched against him, moving to take even more of him with each deliriously slick, hot slide. And giving him what he wanted, which was her breasts right there at his lips.

  He sucked in one nipple, then played with it. He rolled it inside the wet heat of his mouth before releasing it, with a distinctly dirty popping sound, and then moving to the other.

  And Lucinda lost herself in that sharp tug. In the insanity of his beautiful cock inside her. In all the ropes and chains of fire and need that stormed through her, connecting her nipples to her pussy and all of her to his mouth, his cock, the heat and the glory.

  Everything was that fire that had raged between them from the start. Sensation and sheer madness, tighter and tighter with every thrust. His cock was too big and just right, and he worked it inside her over and over again.

  Until she thought she might die from all this pleasure. Until she was so wet she was sure she might drown them both. And still he played with her breasts, letting his hands slide down lower on her ass so he could hold her in a way that struck her as even more filthy than before.

  Especially when he found the rest of her with his thumb.

  And he wasn’t the least bit shy about toying with what he’d found.

  She made a helpless, glorious keening sound. Jason’s mouth dropped to her neck, and she felt the very instant that his control finally snapped to match hers. When he stopped moving her the way he wanted and simply fucked his way into her like his life depended on it, too.

  And that was when she got to ride him as she liked, hard and deep and wild.

  Her hair had fallen down, somehow, and for once she didn’t care that it danced all around them.

  She let it flow as it liked, too, as she arched into him, moving her hips in an intense rhythm until she was too full, too close to bursting—

  All fire and too good—

  The world aflame and too much—

  And when he let out a shout, pumping himself into her, she went with him.

  Shattering into pieces all over again. Pieces Lucinda thought would never fit together the way they had. Not ever again.

  But as she cracked open and lost herself in it, she couldn’t say she cared.

  Neither one of them moved for what felt like a forever or two.

  There was nothing but the sounds of their breathing, harsh and loud and meshed together the way their bodies still were.

  There was the crackle of the fire somewhere in the distance. The breeze, scented with the sea.

  Ages later, Lucinda finally remembered her name.

  Long years after that, she managed to lift up her head, helped considerably when Jason reached out to smooth back her hair with
one hand.

  She felt as if there were worlds bubbling up inside her, so many things she needed to say that she didn’t know how to fit into the necessary syllables and sounds. All of which made her chest ache as they sat there, unsaid.

  She felt...changed.

  As if this hadn’t been sex at all, that brisk release she knew so well and often courted back home, but something much darker. Deeper. Intense and unknowable.

  “Jason...” she whispered, and he was still inside her. Still an impressive length, but the sound of his name made him thicken.

  And then he smiled, wicked through and through.

  She felt it like a new sun, beating down on her from a new high noon.

  And everywhere it touched her, she blazed.

  “I like a good appetizer, darlin’,” he drawled, threat and promise in that voice of his. In that gleam of gold in his dark eyes. In his cock lodged deep inside her and hardening, already making her shudder all over again. “And that was more than good. But now? I’m really fucking hungry for a meal.”

  * * *

  When Jason led her into his bedroom, to the great, wide bed that took up most of the space, Lucinda decided that this was her turn to shine. What happened by the fire pit wasn’t her usual style. It had come on like a storm.

  Maybe he’s a storm, something in her said.

  Lucinda wanted no part of storms, or fire pits, for that matter. But she was good at bedrooms. She knew exactly how to play here.

  It was strange to have her hair down and curly, but she didn’t let that get to her. She didn’t let it throw her off. And as they got near the bed, she turned to Jason and slid her hands upon his chest, still mouthwateringly bare and just as hard and muscled as he looked. He gazed down at her, his dark eyes intense and shot through with that intoxicating gold that made her breath catch.

  But she didn’t want to catch her breath and let his gaze go to her head. She wanted to take what happened between them and steady it, somehow, inside her. It was only sex, after all. There was no need for her to feel as if it was eating at her bones, changing her, turning her into something else—

  That’s enough, then.

  She was coming over all angsty when that wasn’t her way. Lucinda concentrated on Jason’s impossible beauty instead.

  He looked down at her hands on the sculpted ridges of his abdomen and smiled. Then he took a moment to shuck off his jeans and toss them aside before he came back to stand before her, naked at last. His confidence and sheer maleness was nearly overwhelming. She wanted to...breathe him in. She wanted to bury her face against him, close her eyes and feel his hard, corded arms wrap around her and hold her.

  She wanted him to make her feel safe.

  And that set off just about every alarm she had inside her.

  Lucinda blinked, hoping against hope that nothing showed on her face. She directed her attention away from odd urges inside her and toward the things that actually mattered here, standing next to a bed with a beautiful man. And at Jason’s cock, already mouthwateringly hard again, and with a fresh new condom besides. She wrapped her hand around him, smiling when he was finally the one to let out a jagged sort of breath.

  As long as it wasn’t only her.

  She felt herself get wetter. Hotter. She was already imagining that thick, hard length inside her again—

  Get on with it, she ordered herself, before she started building up fantasies of his keeping her safe again, when she knew better than that. Lucinda was the only person who could keep herself safe, and even if that wasn’t true, a night with a man she’d only just met was no place to explore her poor, broken heart, for fuck’s sake.

  She let go of his cock and slid her hands up the wall of his chest again. He was standing between her and the bed, so she thought she’d cut to the chase. She smiled up at him, hoping she conveyed all the seduction and heat necessary, and then she pushed him. She put her weight behind it.

  Usually, they fell right over in a willing and lazy sprawl, but Jason didn’t move an inch. She might as well have shoved a mountain.

  “If you want something, Lucinda, ask.”

  Already that was different. It wasn’t part of the usual script. Lucinda scowled at him—also not normal—and pushed at him again. “Lie down.”

  He still didn’t so much as sway. His gaze left hers, tracking over her curls instead, and something about the way his expression changed made a different sort of heat wash over her. It felt connected to that same urge she’d had before, to...cuddle, God help her.

  Lucinda thought she would rather die.

  And everything was already out of control. The fact she’d fallen asleep the way she had earlier instead of charging ahead with her grand plan to win this man over. The fact they’d had sex like that, outside, hot and wild—and decidedly not the way she generally had sex.

  Not the way she wanted to have sex, she amended inside her head.

  But she wanted that damned resort more than she wanted to hold on tight to her own control issues.

  “Lie down,” she said again. “Please?”

  “Okay,” Jason said, too easily. And after what seemed like far too long.

  He smiled at Lucinda in a way she thought was mocking, but she didn’t allow herself to react. And only when she was sure he was going to continue doing it forever did he move back, clearly because he’d decided to move and not because she wanted him to move, and stretched back on the bed.

  She didn’t like the fact that he’d wrested control from even that. It made the whole thing feel...fraught with peril, somehow.

  But she ignored it, because bigger things were at stake here. She pasted her smile on her face again and then she moved toward him, climbing up on the bed and crawling her way up the length of his big, rangy body until she could seat herself astride him again.

  The choreography to this was simple, no matter that Jason was by far the most intense man she’d ever met. Lucinda had worked out the kinks years ago. It didn’t matter how big the man was, or how their bodies fit together otherwise. Push him down on his back, climb on board, and she could make her own fun. Then leave.

  It was easy gratification. And better still, the men in question always enjoyed the show she put on as she did all the work, so there were never any complaints.

  Lucinda chose not to analyze exactly why it was so important to her that she put this situation with Jason back on that kind of footing. The only kind of footing she understood.

  She reached down between them again, still smiling as she went to wrap her fingers around him so she could hurry this up and get all those strange feelings out of her—

  But he wasn’t waiting in breathless anticipation to see what she would do, the way he should have been. Instead, his big hands came up and speared into her curls until he was holding her fast above him.

  Making a mockery of her sense of control.

  “I don’t know why you put your hair up at all.” His voice was a low, intense rumble that made goose bumps rise all over her skin. “You should keep it down. Always.”

  Lucinda opened her mouth to tell him two things. One, that her hair wasn’t professional like this, and two, to stop talking so she could get to work.

  But instead, he tugged her down and set his mouth to hers.

  And the things he did to her mouth defied such a sweet, adorable little word as kiss.

  By the time he was finished, she was shaking, everywhere. And more confusingly, she was on her back with Jason above her, pressing her down into the mattress.

  “Wait,” she managed to pant out. “This isn’t how this is supposed to go!”

  “Seems right to me,” Jason murmured, his mouth at her neck, and then his cock was right where she wanted it, working its way inside her. Then sliding home.

  And she was arching in sheer delight, unable to help herself. She was desperate t
o rub her breasts against the steel of his chest all over again. Wild to shift her hips so she could take all of him. More of him. Everything.

  “I want to be in control,” she threw out there, a shot against the seductive dark greed for him that was pulling her under.

  And this time when he let out that laugh of his, dark and deep, she could feel it as if it was a part of her. From his cock so deep inside her to her own hard nipples pressed there against his chest. As if she was part of the laughter, made of it, and humbled by it, too.

  It made her pussy clench.

  “Yeah, no,” he growled, laughter and something a lot more intense in his voice. “That’s not how I roll.”

  And then he proceeded to take her apart.

  He used his fingers against her clit to make her come in a rush, sobbing.

  Then he flipped her over and took her from behind, forcing her to make fists in the sheets as he slammed into her, over and over, until she was begging him.

  To stop. To never stop. To take her with him.

  To go on forever.

  And when she was limp from yet another impossible rush of an orgasm, like a tornado ripping through her, he gathered her to him yet again. He lifted her hands above her head and pinned them there against the mattress with one of his palms.

  And then, astonishingly, he slowed down.

  “You might as well come,” she whispered at him, because that was her version of shouting at this point. “I’m done. There’s nothing more in me.”

  “Don’t sell yourself short, Scotland. You can always come again.”

  “I can’t.”

  “You can’t or you don’t think you can?”

  “I can’t. And I would know, since I’m the only person here who knows my body.”

  “That sounds a lot like a challenge.”

  And he took his sweet time answering that challenge.

  Jason set his mouth to one breast, licking and sucking until she couldn’t help the moans that burst free from the back of her throat. And when he stopped, it was only to shift over to the other breast, then start all over again. Then he let go of her hands as he slowly, slowly made his way down her body as if he had all the time in the world.