WastelandRogue

by Brenda Williamson

  She unlaced her shirt and held it against her as she unfastened her pants and worked on removing them. If trying to prove a point gave her the gumption to focus on the chore they both needed, then he’d not lag behind.

  He removed his pants as Rye walked away. The view he had of her lovely buttocks did nothing to stop his growing erection. While it was important to clean themselves and their clothes of the allium residue, here he stood ready to fuck with a cock harder than rock.

  When she stepped from the bank into the water, he found relief. She slipped and let out a deflating squeal of surprise. Her arms flew up and her clothing fell into the water. He dropped his own garments and hopped in, wading over to help gather hers. She surfaced and he handed her the shirt he saved from sinking.

  “Would you put them on the bank for me?” She pushed the wet bundle back to him. “This is the first time in quite a while that I have deep enough water to swim in.”

  “Sounds like a good idea.” He took her clothing and piled them next to his.

  When he turned around, she had that lustful twinkle in her beautiful eyes. He liked that look. It heated him from head to toe.

  “You’re one sexy naked man,” she said as he waded back toward her.

  His cock jolted, jutting straight out above the surface of the water. Rye lifted her arm and reached for his erection. She ran her finger back and forward along his shaft and around the rim of his cock head.

  “This is so fascinating.” She continued circling the flange of his penis with one finger.

  “It’s called circumcision,” he explained. “An ancient religious practice of humans that’s managed to continue even though religion hasn’t.”

  “Some say being human is a religion.” Her continued stroking tightened his insides.

  “Another of my human flaws,” he commented jokingly.

  “Nothing about you is flawed in my eyes, Sevrin.” She leaned and kissed him gently on the mouth.

  Then she dropped to her knees before him. His insides sizzled with excitement.

  She coiled her fingers around his cock near the base and pumped her hand, squeezing and pulling on his shaft. He struggled to breathe as the tension in his groin increased.

  His gaze soon shifted from watching her fondling his cock to her breasts bobbing in the water. The mesmerizing sight of her pale skin and ring-pierced pink nipples kept him from looking anywhere else until she kissed his cock head. He swung his focus toward her tongue gliding over the end of his penis.

  She pressed her lips to the indented tip of his cock head and sucked. He inhaled a sharp breath and held it. Running his hand over his head, he grasped his hair and closed his eyes as he concentrated on restraining his orgasm. His swollen flesh twitched in her tight grip.

  When she drew away, he looked back down at her. Opalescent beads of moisture emerged from the slit on the tip of his cock. Then the dewy beads shimmered on her tongue as she lapped them up.

  Aroused by the sight, he shuddered. Her licks hit a sensitive spot under the rim of his cock head. Any other time, his semen would explode from him. The tight grip she had on his scrotum worked wonders at constricting his vein and keeping him on the edge of no return. But the blood he saw on her lips worked the greatest at withering his erection.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Rye leaned in to inhale the robust scent of Sevrin. The opulence of his seminal fluids emitted a tempting complement to that of his blood. To fight the enticement, she bit her lip again to hold back from sinking her fangs into his genitals.

  He grabbed her by the back of the head. With his fingers tangled in her hair, he pulled her face away from his erection. “Can I trust you?” he asked as if he sensed her thoughts.

  She ran her tongue over her teeth, an involuntary response that made her nod quickly to counter the suggestiveness of the action. Still, the longer he stared, the more she wondered if he wasn’t giving her permission to bite him.

  How tempting the thought. She licked her lips, recalling the sweet taste of ecstasy.

  “Rye?” His warning glare impressed upon her an emphatic no.

  After the last time she unleashed her blood thirst during sex, Sevrin wasn’t as delighted. How did she convince herself he’d accept her bite again?

  “You can trust this will be an orgasm you’ll never forget.” Sliding her hand up and down his cock, she rubbed the soft-textured surface, feeling the rippling flow of blood pulsing in the raised veins crisscrossing the top of his shaft.

  He gave into his immediate needs and pushed her head back down to his quaking flesh. She licked his cock, savoring the flavor of the soft-skinned length. Dragging her tongue up and down the shaft, she paused at the base and raked her teeth over his scrotum.

  His shuddering recoil came with a tightened grip on her hair. She had him watchful, apprehensive of pain. His groans intensified as she sucked on his sac. Then kissing her way toward the end of his jutting erection, she slipped her lips over the flared tip and took him into her mouth.

  He let out a moan that she recognized as both relief and satisfaction.

  “Harder,” he instructed, winding his fingers in her hair for a guiding tug.

  The deeper into her throat she let him go, the more vibrant his sounds. She gave him everything he wanted and then some. Sevrin’s grip on her hair commanded her into an unmoving position. He steadily plunged in and pulled out, pumping his cock deeper into her throat with each thrust.

  She arched her body, throwing her head back, allowing him the access he worked to obtain. He hit the back of her throat and her gag reflex jerked her away. She took a quick gasp of air.

  When he prodded her lips with his saliva-wetted cock head, she was ready. Sliding her hands around to his buttocks, she held on to him, relaxed her throat and gave him free rein.

  “Yes, that’s it,” he praised.

  She withdrew and planted nibbling kisses along his shaft all the way to the base.

  “And this?” She sucked on the fleshy sac beneath.

  He moaned an affirmative sound.

  His testicles rolled between her manipulating fingers. She looked up as she kissed along his shaft. A shimmer of darkness stirred inside his gaze—the lamian trapped within.

  A sudden sound of angst grunted from him. The warmth of his discharge flowed over her fingers. His hand went under her arm and he pulled her up. She fell against him, eager for his hungry kiss.

  Instead, he stared into her eyes and caressed her cheek. He swept his thumb back and forth over her bottom lip. Anticipation shuddered through her as she waited. The rippling flow of energy traveled to her trembling fingers. She pressed them against his back but it didn’t stop the tingling in the tips.

  Then his mouth was on hers. Hard and hot and wonderfully aggressive, his kiss rocked her on her toes. He lavished her with affection. She ate it up with greed.

  Then he pinched her bottom lip between his teeth and drew blood.

  She pulled back slightly in surprise. “You bit me.”

  He leaned and licked over the split. He pushed his hand behind her head and pulled her forward, kissing her again. It was like no other. He sucked at her lips, showing a voracious greed as if he had suddenly learned how sensational the taste was.

  Aroused by the intrinsic traits of his emerging lamian side, she clung to Sevrin, desirous of his hold, his strong arms binding her to him.

  In their frenzy they lost their footing and fell into the water.

  His laughter wrapped her in a different kind of warmth. She got to her feet smiling. He sprang up in front of her and pulled her close. Droplets of water rolled from his shoulders as though they were small crystal pebbles tumbling down a hill.

  A wild, glazed look still darkened his eyes. He cupped her jaw and rubbed his thumb in feathery strokes over her cheek and across her lips again. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said with a raspy breath.

  She leaned in when he did, reveling in the light brushing of his lips against hers. Water from his h
air dripped to her face. He cleared it away with gentle kisses. She moved closer, pressing her aching breasts to his firm chest. His hand swept up and down the side of her face.

  When he stared into her eyes, she tried to guess his thoughts. Lust was obvious. He had never looked at her without making the tiny white specks in his brown eyes twinkle.

  Arching her body against him, she felt his throbbing cock butt up against her lower belly. The opulent scent of his aroused body beckoned her. She rocked slowly, rhythmically to the beat of his pulse as he kissed her again.

  He traced her lips with his tongue, wetting them for another of his sensuous kisses. She slid her arms around him, hugging and holding him, never wanting to let go. Moments of pure bliss didn’t come along very often.

  His firm commanding kiss shifted to a breezy lightness across her cheek. Then he tilted his head to the side and swept a path down her jaw to her neck. He nibbled her earlobe.

  “We’re supposed to be getting washed,” he murmured against her shoulder.

  “Then wash me.” She reached down and pulled his hand between them—between her legs. “Wash me thoroughly, as you did once before.”

  One or two of his fingers curled into her. She sucked in a gasp, delighted he complied. He held the back of her head with his other hand and renewed his heated kiss. She grasped his arm and his hip and rode the sensations he heightened with withdrawals and thrusts.

  She hadn’t any idea they had moved until he lowered her onto the wet bank. Her legs still in the pond, water lapped at her knees. Sevrin leaned over her and touched her breasts. The water kept them slick, letting his fingers glide effortlessly. His rough, hot palms rolling over her nipples, moving the rings piercing them, stimulated her to the core.

  She watched him bow his head and lick at her hard, distended nipple, flicking the ring. A light tweak with his thumb and forefinger and a quick tug sent a tingling thrill to her belly. He pushed her leg aside, opening her, and rubbed the tops of her thighs.

  She had thought her spirited soul was gone. Sevrin renewed her zest for life. He chased away the demons of her past with his tenderness and his endless patience. When he stood between her legs, adoring her with his gaze and his touch, she had all the reasons she needed to love him.

  He dropped to his knees, kissing her belly and her hips. He moved from one spot to another, closing in on the center of her being. He nibbled and sucked at her sensitive cunt lips. His tongue glided between, tickling her clit. She squirmed against the heat of his licks raking deeper into her aching cunt. The glorious sensation riveted her in place.

  He seemed to notice, as he too paused.

  Impatience got the better of her. She thrust her fingers into his hair and spun the strands around her knuckles. It gave her control. He let her use that false power to move his head to her. She encouraged him to engage her flesh. When his tongue darted out, swirling deep into her, she fought the reflexes that tried to make her close her legs. Sevrin helped by placing his hands on the insides of her thighs and pressed.

  Her orgasm peaked. Unaware she had moved her hands from his head, she discovered her fingers hurt from the tight grip she had on his shoulders and she let go.

  Sevrin came up and hovered over her. His intense stare held hers. He held her face and placed his forehead against hers. She sensed he wanted to say something, express emotions.

  Sadly, he kissed the tip of her nose instead of voicing words of affection.

  He moved to her cheek and her jaw and her lips. The lingering wet warmth of his mouth claimed hers. For the moment, his actions felt like words. She let out a sigh. Joy had coiled through her with amazing speed. She lifted her arms from her sides and snaked them around his middle to keep from trembling. Tightening her hold bought him closer. His cock dragged across her leg and dangled between her thighs. His exuberance heightened her desires to have him regardless of sentiment or misgivings.

  He had a keen sense of offering her what she needed when she needed it and she so needed him.

  Sevrin stopped kissing Rye. The powerful urge to talk—to connect with her other than physically—seemed right. Did he dare bring up what he was feeling for her this soon in their relationship?

  “What are you thinking?” he asked, sensing uneasy thoughts.

  “Am I thinking?” She smiled but it didn’t radiate genuine happiness. Or rather, it acted as a mask, concealing what troubled her.

  “You have an expression that says you are,” he pressed.

  He wanted to know everything about her, including her worries. There was something about Rye that kept him fascinated. If knowing her thoughts helped solve the why, then he’d ask.

  “I guess I better change that look, because I’m not thinking. How about you? Tell me what you’re thinking.” She batted her golden lashes and only one thing came to his mind.

  “How beautiful you are. How lucky I am. Things on those lines.” He smiled, feeling that real contentment he always felt he needed to rouse from her.

  “Male thoughts,” she said with the hint of teasing in her tone.

  Did she not trust he had deeper emotions than primal urges to fuck her every chance he got? “You want to hear more?” He leaned down and slid his hand behind her head, pulling her up to sit, to prove his genuine feelings went beyond how she looked.

  “I don’t know. How silly will you be?” She lightened the moment, drawing him back into being playful with her.

  “You don’t like silly?”

  She tilted her head to the side, allowing him to kiss her neck. “I’m not used to it.”

  He licked behind her ear. “It can’t be that no one has ever said nice things to you before.” He nibbled delicately on her earlobe.

  “No one has ever said them with sincerity.” She rubbed her cheek against his.

  “Well, I’m telling you that you’re beautiful.”

  “What else?”

  Sevrin pulled back, rethinking what he had wanted to say before. He felt Rye expected him to be at a loss for words. Did she truly believe that a wasteland scavenger couldn’t vocalize more than what he saw with his eyes?

  He touched her cheek with the back of his hand, stroking gently up and down. “The list could take me a long time.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “That’s because you’re passionate about your needs.”

  “And yours too.”

  He smiled. “You’re quick thinking, intelligent and—”

  She put her finger against his lips, stopping him before he rolled off a dozen of her best traits. “That’s enough,” she said.

  He bit her finger playfully. “Are you sure? I barely started.”

  “You’ve said enough to make my insides ache.”

  He slid his hand from her hip to her midsection. “And what does this do for you?” He moved his palm in circles over her taut belly.

  She tipped her head back. “Makes me very impatient.”

  At her shoulder, he grinned as he kissed her smooth skin. He kissed down the front of her neck as he pushed his hand between her legs. He flicked his tongue over one of her nipples. He ravished one then the other, biting them tenderly, his aim to devour her ache with wild abandon.

  Moving on, he sucked her neck, bruising it from one side to the other. He hated how quickly the dapples would soon heal. A little evidence of his loving wouldn’t be so bad. He traveled back down to her breasts, circling the tips with wet licks.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  He stroked with more persistence and kissed her belly. Gradually, he moved lower. He drew back his hand and fanned open her labia with his second and fourth fingers. He pressed his tongue into the wet center.

  Rye murmured a sound of pleasure. Still propped up on her arms, she lifted her head and looked at him through half-closed eyes. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

  He leaned in and ran his tongue through the drenched fissure. She jerked, squirming from each lap he took. He pushed up and watched her delicate center spasm w
hen he slapped his fingers against it. Her hips lifted rhythmically, thrusting on the fingers he tucked inside her cunt.

  He scooted up and kissed her on the mouth. Her moans grew louder, drowning inside him. She moved her hand from his arm to his shoulder. The scoring of her nails dented his skin. Her whimpers escalated. Then she grasped his face and pulled him harder against her mouth. Her lips froze as she panted with the last vestiges of her orgasm.

  She lay back and threw her arms above her head.

  He rubbed his hand over her damp skin, caressing and soothing tension from her body. She sat up suddenly and pushed him back. He watched her maneuver her leg over him.

  She lowered until her open nether lips kissed his skin with moisture. When she rocked forward, he pulled her down. He nipped one of the tantalizing breasts swaying over his face, tugging the ring. He alternately sucked and pulled. Rye’s moans grew ragged.

  “Mount me,” he instructed, anxious to feel the tight sheath of her cunt take the brunt of his lust.

  “Not yet,” she teased, moving her leg over his other thigh.

  She sat on both his legs, undulating back and forth. Closer and closer, her body moved upward, her movements merely caressing his stiff erection.

  “Tease,” he growled, spanking her bottom.

  Her whimper escalated with each of his smacks. He continued to slap her firm buttock as she rocked against his erect cock, heightening his anxiousness by the feral sounds of her climax.

  Unable to wait any longer, he gripped her waist and lifted her. His cock head pushed through the entrance of her cunt. He dropped her instantly, letting her sink onto him. “Hell, that feels good.”

  Mesmerized by the rapt sensations flowing through him, he watched Rye. He studied the way her lashes fluttered and the way her lips parted. Her body seemed feather light, lifting with ease. The downward plunges took him deep into her core. Her insides twitched violently, squeezing and massaging him into a state of intense rapture rather quickly.