Berserker's Rage

by Elle Boon

  The way he said those two little words, if she wasn’t wearing panties, her thighs would surely be soaked.

  At the elevator she punched in her code and waited patiently for the lift. Once inside she again had to scan her card in order to access the penthouse level. Hal raised his eyebrows, but didn’t say a word. She wouldn’t apologize for her family’s wealth. Not to him, or anybody.

  She fidgeted, feeling self-conscious. “Obviously I don’t pay for my place.”

  He followed her inside, making her squirm while she went through her regular routine. The alarm beeped, disengaged as she punched in the appropriate numbers. She liked that he stood back and not over her shoulder. During her walk through with the security team, they’d drilled in her head to make sure she didn’t allow anyone to see her passcode.

  “Go ahead and reset your alarm. When we leave you can take care of turning it off and then on again. It’s always best to be safe, rather than sorry.” He stood back like a sentinel.

  Nodding, she reset the system. The solid red light eased some of her fears every time she saw it.

  “Can I get you a drink?” She asked, clasping her hands in front of her.

  Hal erased the space between them. “Felicity, nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen. We can go over there and talk,” he indicated the couch. “Or we can get back on the elevator, get in your car and drive to the beach. Whatever you want to do.”

  A sigh escaped her lips. “Will you kiss me?”

  “I’ve wanted to do that for months.” His big hands settled on her hips, his lips came down, a gentle brush against hers.

  She’d been kissed, several times before, but never had it felt so right.

  A moan bubbled up from deep within her, an answering groan came out of Hal. His tongue swept out, tracing her mouth in an erotic dance. She opened, welcoming him inside, letting him caress her tongue, mimicking what she wanted him to do with his body.

  Her fingers bunched his fine dress shirt, tugging it free of his dress slacks. Warm skin lay beneath as she delved under. Cool air hit her back, making her aware her own top had been pulled up.

  She broke away from the kiss, and lifted the thin blouse off and over her head, watching as Hal did the same. She marveled at his body.

  He was a solid six foot four blond, blue eyed, Viking god, and he was all hers for the night. Pushing thoughts of not being worthy aside, she reached behind her to unhook her bra. His eyes flared, completely focusing on what she was exposing. Felicity thought of putting on a show. She imagined he’d had women who had done all manner of sexy stripteases for him, but she banished the negativity. While she’d been healing, a moment of clarity had come to her, and that was to not dwell on the past. The faceless women were in his past, and possibly future, she was the present, and wasn’t going to waste a moment on them.

  Chapter Five

  Hal moved forward, replacing Felicity’s hands with his own, running them down her torso. Watching her remove her top and bra nearly undid him. It had been too damn long since he’d been with a woman. Seeing her beautiful tan skin was one thing, but the sexy pale pink lace bra barely containing her breasts had him hard enough to pound nails. As she’d peeled the covering off, his feet had moved before he’d realized it.

  His hands spanned her waist, and he lifted her off her feet. “Wrap your legs around me, and point the way, ma petite.” He barely recognized his own voice.

  “Straight down the hall.”

  Her breathy voice made his dick jump in his pants. If he didn’t come the moment he got inside her, he surely deserved a medal.

  With unerring accuracy, he carried his woman to her room. Without missing a beat, he gripped the handle and entered while she kissed his neck and nibbled his ear.

  “If you don’t stop that I’ll come in my pants like a teen boy reading his dads playboy.” Hal squeezed her ass, tracing his fingers up the seam of her crack.

  “Did you do that?” Her question had him pausing.

  “What?” Hal laid her down on the king sized bed. He wondered why she had such a large bed, jealousy made his inner being rise up.

  “Hey, what’s put that look on your face?” Felicity unlocked her ankles from around him.

  There could be nobody else in the room with them. Hal ruthlessly wrangled control back. “I’m amazed you have such a big bed.”

  “Oh, yeah. My mom insisted. She said someday I would thank her.” She looked down his body, hunger evident in the green gaze.

  “I’d thank your mama, but I don’t think she’d appreciate it.” Hal leaned on his elbows and kissed her nose.

  “Talking about my mom is sort of a mood killer.” She punctuated the words with a thrust of her hips.

  Standing back up between her spread thighs, Hal was sure he was the luckiest bastard alive. The bed was the perfect height for him to line his cock up, or if he was to get on his knees, his face would be in line with her pussy. “Want me to tell you what I’m going to do, or just show you?”

  She gasped as he ran his palms down both thighs. “Oh, show me.”

  Hal eased her slacks and panties down, loving the sight of her shaved pussy. His mouth hovered over her mound, breathing in her scent. Using his thumbs, he opened her lips and grazed her clit with his tongue.

  He watched her struggle to keep from thrusting her hips upward into his face. He rewarded her with gentle laps all around the hard little nub. Hal wanted to prolong this first feast, tormenting her with short teasing licks, darting from her dripping slit up to her clit, only to trace a line back to the heart of her. He kept it up until he was sure his own body was ready to explode.

  Her moans became louder, her hips thrusting up against him. Hal decided it was time to end both of their suffering. His tongue circled her opening, and then covered her clit while he pushed two fingers inside. She was tight. He began moving them in and out, scissoring them as he found the right rhythm. Felicity brought forth a yell when he hit her G-spot and sucked her clit at the same time, coming against his lips and fingers. The orgasm went on and on, little aftershocks made her muscles twitch even as he gave her one last lingering lick before he stood.

  “Scoot to the middle of the bed, luv.” He didn’t waste any time getting the rest of his clothes off, stopping long enough to grab a condom out of his wallet.

  Hal stared at the vision she made. Her legs spread with her pussy coated in her own juices. She was temptation and he had no restraint, completely open to him, heart and body. Rolling the condom over his hard cock while she watched added another element to their lovemaking.

  He crawled up and over her, settling between her slim legs, holding his weight up by his elbows. “Are you sure about this?” God, he hoped she didn’t say no.

  She smiled, a sweet siren’s smile. “Yes, Hal. I want you to make love to me.”

  Using his right hand, he swirled the tip of his dick in her juices to lubricate himself, then lined his cock up, and slowly pushed inside.

  Fuck, she was tight and hot surrounding his cock, like a vice. Her eyes were squeezed tight and her mouth slightly open. He forced another inch inside and then stopped when she flinched. “Open your eyes, Felicity.”

  He wanted to watch her as they became one. She opened, a look of pain in her green depths.

  “Felicity, are you still a virgin?” The question came out a choked whisper. Hal didn’t think he could stop completely, but he could slow down.

  “No.” She shook her head.

  “Thank you Jesus.” He breathed out.

  She laughed. “I’m pretty sure he had nothing to do with Quentin and I doing it.”

  He looked at her laughing eyes and couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and kissing her smiling face. The quick brush of lips became languid, reverent. She’d said it, like they’d only done the deed once.

  When he pulled back from her mouth, Felicity’s body had gone soft around him, allowing him to sink further inside. “I’m honored you trust me with your bod
y. You won’t regret it, this I promise, ma petite.” He watched her face and body as he pushed forward until he was all the way inside. Her entire body shook while she tried to accommodate his size. Hal held still, giving her a few seconds, savoring the feeling of her heat surrounding him. He’d felt the connection the first moment, no, there had been something drawing him to her even before he’d actually found her. Now, he couldn’t imagine not having her in his life. “You feel amazing, so god damn amazing.”

  He pulled out and thrust in slowly. There was absolutely no way he was going to last very long. Next time he’d make love to her for hours, show her he could make her come over and over again until neither of them could walk, but this time his body had other plans.

  Hal made sure with each downward thrust he hit her clit, his thrusts became faster, forcing her to take what he gave. Her little moans and breathy sighs became high pitched squeals as he reached between her thighs and rubbed the bundle of nerves in tight little circles. Her eyes widened and she screamed his name, her muscles clamping down on his cock.

  A shiver wracked his body, and then heat washed over him as he pounded into her, racing towards his own climax, semen jetted out of him into the condom. Even as he ground against her in a slow circle, she continued to milk him as if her body wanted every last drop he had to give. Hal tried to keep from collapsing on top of her much smaller frame. His arms shook from the exertion. Her arms squeezed him tight, and he buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent. He was sure he could spend the rest of eternity right where he was.

  After a few moments Hal pushed up, disengaging their lower halves. “I’ll be right back.” He hopped off the side of the bed and went into the adjoining bathroom to get rid of the condom. Washing his hands, he stared at his reflection and was amazed there wasn’t a big goofy grin on his face.

  When he walked back into Felicity’s room, she’d climbed under the covers. He wasn’t sure if she was hiding her body from him, or if she was cold. Hal wouldn’t allow her to pull back from what they’d just done. He pulled her against him, then covered them both with the light blanket. Her soft skin rubbing against him was a thing of beauty, and he loved it. Loved her. He stilled at the last thought.

  “What have you been doing? Are you working at the shop again?” He hated the thought of her anywhere near where she’d been attacked.

  Her head was pillowed on his chest, but even in the dark he was sure she was blinking back tears. He could hear her breath catch. “They couldn’t hold my position all this time. I don’t blame them, but there is a bright spot.” She propped her head up on his chest. “I didn’t love being a manager of the boutique. My passion is designing clothes. I’ve been drawing since, well, forever. I always sketched designs, and since the office was my domain, I didn’t think about leaving them in my desk. Caitlyn, the owner, found them and fell in love. By the time I came home, she had several pieces created and wants to sell them in her shop.”

  Excitement laced her voice. He held her close and listened to her describe her clothing designs. Hal had no clue what an A-line was, or what latest fashion trend was the most popular. All he knew was Felicity was happy, and naked, and all his.

  “You have zero interest in what I’m talking about, do you?”

  Honestly, he was interested in anything she did or said. “Felicity, you could talk about digging dirt in the Foothills, and I’d listen to you for days. The thought of you got me through the last three months.”

  Her head came off his chest, green eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room. “You have no clue how I fantasized about your voice. Oh, lord, that probably sounds creepy.”

  He chuckled. “I’m very happy to hear you thought about me, in any capacity.”

  She was clearly pleased by his words, when her breath came out in a long exhale.

  His hand traced a line along her back, all the way around her heart shaped ass. He felt her shiver as he smoothed his palm back up and then down again. When he reached the bottom of her spine he trailed his fingers between the cheeks of her ass, letting his fingers slip beneath, finding Felicity already wet. His own cock had already hardened against her side, pulsing with a life of its own.

  Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. He imagined her mouth surrounding his cock, but pushed back those thoughts. Hal was pretty sure she wasn’t ready for that type of play so soon after her ordeal.

  “I want to take you in my mouth.” Her words echoed what he’d just been thinking, and he allowed himself to thrust against her, his aching dick wanting the same thing.

  He tangled his hand in her hair. “When you are all healed, I’ll let you do anything you want.”

  Felicity looked up at him with want. “I can still pleasure you. Let me set the pace, and don’t take charge. Can you do that?”

  If it killed him, he’d do what he had to allow her to play with him. One day he’d be the one showing her what he liked, how he liked it. He gave a jerky nod of his head.

  Without hesitation, she lowered her body down his, opening her mouth to delicately lick at his shaft.

  * * * *

  Felicity held him in one hand, glad he couldn’t see her face. Even with her jaws being recently broken, she wasn’t sure she could’ve taken all of him in her mouth before. Although she hadn’t been a virgin, she’d only had sex with Quentin, and most definitely not oral. Her fingers couldn’t enclose his entire girth as she held him, and then she let her tongue swirl around the head. Fluid had already began to leak from the tip, and she licked it away, lapping it up like a favorite treat, making him groan.

  She rolled her tongue over the tip, and down the underside, following the heavy vein to his groin. When she cradled his balls in the palm of her hand, she peered up at him, before running her tongue back up his shaft. Wrapping her lips around the crown of his dick, she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked, rolling her tongue just under the head, using her hand to work the rest of his dick. His cock jerked in her palm, and she knew he was close to coming.

  Hal gently pulled on her hair, forcing his cock out of her mouth. “As much as I want to come down your throat, I want to be inside you more.” The guttural words were harsh, but Felicity didn’t care.

  She crawled up his body, her palms on either side of his face. “Do you have another condom?”

  “Damn it, yes, in my wallet.” He growled

  Happier than she remembered being, Felicity patted his chest. “Stay right there. I’ll get it.”

  He looked like a Nordic god waiting for his pleasure. He reached down and grabbed his cock while she watched, stroking it as she pulled the condom out of the wrapper and climbed back onto the high bed.

  She grinned at the picture he made and held the little rubber up. “I’m not sure how to apply this.”

  Hal rolled the contraceptive over his dick, watching her the entire time. “Next time you can do it.”

  Lifting one leg over his, she lined his cock up, swirling it in the cream dripping from her pussy. She thought she’d be embarrassed at how wet and excited she was, but Hal’s reaction to her body made her revel in it.

  “If you don’t slide that pretty pink pussy down my dick, I think I may come before you get the chance.” His fingers bit into her hips.

  His dirty words made her hotter. An agonizingly slow glide, and she had taken all of him. He seemed larger from that position, and it took her a few moments to adjust to his size. Hal didn’t rush her, his eyes never left her face as he stared, assessing her. Felicity’s nipples became hard peaks under his gaze.

  “I love your breasts.” His large hands cupped each one, squeezing them together. He pinched her nipples between his thumbs, making them harder, and then lifted his head to suck one into his mouth.

  Felicity moaned at the exquisite feel of his lips and teeth tugging on the rigid bud, her body began moving restlessly up and down his. He continued to lick, nip, and suck her nipple making her pussy twitch. She pushed down, grinding her pelvis against his, feeling the crisp hair o
f his groin against her clit. She was ready to come, but needed more. She needed Hal to help, but he seemed fascinated with her breasts.

  He chuckled against her breasts. “What do you need, ma petite?”

  “I need to come. Oh, god, help me.”

  She was so wet, the sounds echoed in the room, but she didn’t care. If he didn’t help her come soon she was sure she’d kill him. Hal grabbed her hips and began using his far superior strength to move her up and down his cock. The force of his thrusts increased, and the grip he had on her became almost painful. Felicity held onto his shoulders as Hal fucked her. He pounded up into her, forcing her to take what he gave, and she loved it. She matched him stroke for stroke, felt the tingling that signaled her orgasm was near. She pushed down and rolled her hips, moaning as he let go of one hip, only to groan when he tunneled his hand between their bodies and found her clit.

  Hal rubbed back and forth over the bundle of nerves while his hips pounded up and down. She didn’t try to contain her cries of joy. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies slapping, mingled with their moans. Felicity cried out as her orgasm flared and she came, her fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulders. She slammed back to meet his thrusts, not wanting to lose the rhythm he’d set even though she’d already come. His hand tightened on her hip, a low groan escaped his lips along with her name, and then he held himself deep inside her. She instantly wished there was no rubber separating her from him.

  He pulled her down against him, kissing her gently. She wondered if he always kissed that way or if he was taking extra care because of her injuries. With a sigh she lifted herself off of him, he helped her up, and then climbed from the bed again. The sound of the toilet flushing and then the water running gave her a moment to collect her thoughts. Upper most was the fact she was one hundred percent in love with Hal Aldridge, followed by the fact she was starving.

  The seconds ticked by, but when he didn’t come out immediately she got nervous. Was he regretting the love making? Did he think she was going to become some clingy woman? She’d have to reassure him that wasn’t going to happen.