by Alexa Riley
Skyler rolls her eyes and pulls Jamie back to her, but then comes over to me. “You got this?”
“Yeah. I’m good,” I shout. I turn to Oz and push past him.
“Are you okay?” I ask Joel over the music. Oz’s hands grip my waist, pulling me gently back to him, and I’m getting even angrier that I don’t hate his touch.
“Yeah. Sorry, I didn’t know you had a bodyguard. I’ll talk to you later.” He glares at Oz over my shoulder before making his way out of the club.
Everything happened so fast. Most of the people on the dance floor didn’t see anything happen. Not even a bouncer comes over to stop the shit, and that’s what they’re hired to do.
Oz wraps his arms around me tighter. He leans over me, trying to blanket my body.
“Get off me,” I say, pushing at his immovable hands. “I can’t believe you did that.” I actually stomp my foot, thinking it will get him to let me go, but he places his warm lips on my neck and gives me a gentle kiss.
I will not lean into him. I will not give in to this. I will not like this one bit.
His big hands flatten on my stomach, and his hips push into my ass. The sexy bass runs through my buzzed blood, and I’m reminded of how much I missed his touch. One of his palms runs up my body, cupping my breast as he kisses my neck more. The other slides down my thigh, his fingers tracing the hem of my dress as his big body moves with mine.
“I’m sorry, baby. I was going to surprise you, but then I saw someone with his hands on you and lost it. I missed you so much, Mallory. Please don’t be mad.”
“You bust in here like you own the place, and think it’s okay for you to punch my friend? You can’t steamroll me, Oz.”
“Mallory, nobody puts their hands on what’s mine. Nobody.”
I push away from his grip, hating the loss of his hands on my body, and immediately wanting it back. But I have to stand my ground. I can’t have him thinking that he can get away with this kind of behavior without me putting up a fight. I whip around and the sight of him is nearly impossible to resist. Gritting my teeth, I turn to walk away. I’m a little too tipsy to try and figure out what it is I want to say. I know I’m mad.
Before I make it a single step he’s pulling me into his arms. I hold both my fists up against his chest and try to push off of him. But this time he doesn’t let me go.
“Stop it, Oz. You’re being a...a...” I can’t think of something mean to call him, because I don’t want to hurt him. I want him to know I’m mad. “A panda.”
He laughs and holds me tighter. “A panda?”
I think for a second, and then get mad at myself. “I was trying to think of a bear. Damn it, I messed it up.”
I fall against his chest and let out a sigh. The rumble of his chest resonates as he pulls me close.
“Baby, you can call me whatever you want. As long as you don’t try and run from me.”
I melt into his body, not wanting to fight. I missed him so much I can hardly stand it, and I hate to admit how much I don’t want to resist. His hands move up my back and the hum of excitement rolls over me again.
“Don’t do it again,” I mumble into his chest.
His mouth moves to my neck, and then his lips are on me there. “I’ll always keep you safe, baby. That isn’t up for debate. Ever. But next time I’ll try not to hit someone.”
His promise, although not exactly what I mean, is good enough for me. I squeeze my arms around his neck and his hands palm my ass.
He licks behind my ear while his words melt over me like hot fudge, and I’m a slave to him once again. I fall into him, giving my body over and loving him against me.
“Oz,” I whisper, and I’m in a cloud of lust.
Now with him around me, I’m sexual and wanton and I stare at his face, looking into those sapphires I’ve missed so much. I run my fingers through his hair and stare at him. It feels like it’s been months since I’ve seen him, rather than days. He pulls me in close and leans down, placing his lips on mine.
The kiss is like coming home, and my body responds instantly. The sexual thump of lust around us and being deprived of him for so long makes me bold. Pulling myself up on him, I wrap my legs around his waist, and he grips my ass.
He breaks the kiss, looking around, then he’s in motion.
“Where are we going?” I ask, kissing his chin and down his neck.
“Home.”
“Mmm,” I hum as he carries me out of the club and into the back of his limo.
I know it’s his immediately because it smells like his warm honey and amber. The scent surrounds me as he shuts the door. I grind on his lap, wanting him against me.
“I missed you so much,” I whisper against his neck as his erection presses in the right spot.
“How much, baby?” he asks, reaching between us and pushing my dress up the rest of the way.
His fingers are at my panties, and then the cool air hits my pussy. It’s dark in the back of the limo, but he’s got my panties to the side as his finger pets my clit, and then dips inside me.
“A lot,” I moan, throwing my head back and riding his thick finger. A tiny pinch of pain stings as he puts in a second one, but I’ve had enough alcohol to make me forget about it.
“That’s it, Mallory. Ride my hand. Come for me, baby. Let your body show you who you belong to.”
He’s got two fingers in my pussy and his thumb on my clit as my hips rock back and forth on his hand. I didn’t realize how horny I was until I was next to him again. It was like my body shut off until I could be with him again.
Then he pulls back making me whimper. I was so close. It was right there.
“Who does this belong to, Mallory?” The palm of his hand cups me, lying against my clit. I try and push forward wanting the friction but he only pulls back more. “Say what we both know to be true and I’ll give it to you.”
“It belongs to you,” I moan in a begging plea. Not fighting what he’s saying because it feels so right and he gives me what I need.
“Oz!” I shout as the orgasm rockets through me. It’s fast, but it’s so good that I nearly collapse on top of him afterward.
I whine when he takes his fingers from inside me. I want his warmth back. But when I hear him licking his digits clean, I remember how much he missed my taste, and I can’t be mad.
I’m half-asleep when the limo comes to a stop, and Oz carries me out of the car.
“I want to sleep with you,” I mumble against his chest.
“You are, baby. I told you I wanted a whole day. And I’m getting it. Starting now.”
Smiling, I throw my arms around his neck and let him lead. It’s good being in his arms again and knowing that he’ll take care of me. There’s nothing like trusting someone completely to make you fall in love.
Chapter Seventeen
Mallory
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My dreams are scattered, and I can’t make anything out clearly. I’m in a sea of people, and suddenly Oz is there. He’s the only thing I can focus on, and I run to him. His heat is against me, but he’s so far away. I want to pull him closer, but he’s out of reach. I’m aching for him, but I can’t get there.
Opening my eyes, I see the room is pitch-black and I have a tiny moment of panic. But then his smell fills my lungs, and his strong arms tighten around me and I know I’m safe.
The cool sheets brush against my skin, and I discern I have on panties and nothing else. I must have passed out in Oz’s arms when he carried me inside his home, because I don’t remember anything beyond the limo. Looking at the bedside table, I see it’s four in the morning. I can never sleep through the night when I drink, but on the plus side, I don’t have a hangover.
I’m lying on my back with Oz wrapped around me, and it’s the most wonderful feeling in the
world. His warm skin against mine is making my body come alive, and I want him. His head is against my neck, and his breaths on that sensitive spot are driving me wild. His big hand is on my naked breast, and I’m reminded of how he played with my nipples when he got me off. Suddenly, desire is pooling between my legs, and I’m yearning for him like never before.
I reach out and run my hand across his forearm and up his biceps. He moves under me as he lets out a little hum, so I keep going. I run my hand down his side, then move it lower to his hip. When I don’t come into contact with any underwear, my pussy clenches. He must have left my panties on to try to keep himself from taking me. The thought makes me happy. And naughty.
As my hand moves down his hip, he thrusts against me, and it’s then the steel-hard ridge of his naked cock rubs against my thigh. Behaving boldly, I move my hand between us to where he’s hardest and wrap my hand around him. The long, thick shaft is heavy as I move up and down, testing his size. His cock pulses in my palm, and I try to squeeze my thighs together for relief. I ache for him, long for him to be inside me, and I don’t think I can wait another second. This is what I’ve been wanting, and now I have him lying naked in bed next to me.
“Mallory,” he moans against my neck, and thrusts his cock into my hand.
“Oz. I need you,” I whisper, his lips kissing me below my ear.
“What do you need, baby?” His voice is sleepy but deep and filled with sex.
As I grip him tighter, he shudders beside me. “You. I want you, Oz. Please.”
“Be careful what you ask for. Because if I have you, I won’t stop.”
The threat in his voice sends a thrill of excitement though me, and makes me desire him more. It should be impossible to be this turned on, but lust is raging through me, and I’m unable to quiet it.
“Don’t stop. Please.”
He grunts and kisses down my neck, moving his big body over mine. In the dark, I can’t see anything, but it heightens my passion. Making me aware of every little detail beyond sight. He works his way down my chest, and his cock slips from my hand. I miss holding it, but the warm slick heat of his mouth is driving me crazy.
His body moves between my legs and he knees my thighs apart. He’s rough as he does it, and I like that he isn’t being delicate. It’s not painful; it’s the complete opposite. It’s as if he’s taking what he wants, and the thrill of his possession is intoxicating. The weight of him on me, with his stomach against my pussy and his mouth on my breast, is overwhelming. My nipple is sucked into his mouth, and my back nearly comes off the bed to follow the sensation. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and my body arches to get closer to the warm heat.
He releases my nipple with a pop, and I cry out at the loss.
“I’m going to do so many things to your body, baby. Lie here and let me love you and give you what you need. Let me own every inch of you.”
I grab his hair, gripping the wavy locks between my fingers. I tighten them in it as he returns to my nipple, sucking it into his mouth again. He licks me, then bites a little. The sensation forces me to take in a sharp breath, and I moan his name. His mouth tortures me, going back and forth between breasts, making sure each has equal attention.
“Slow down,” he whispers, and I don’t know if he’s talking to me, to himself, or to time.
I want this to last forever, but I also want more.
Oz moves down farther, kissing my belly along the way. He pauses there to kiss my sides and across my belly button. The wet heat on one hip makes me moan as he moves to the other, tasting me there.
“So soft. So fucking perfect.” His voice is gruff, making goose bumps scatter across my skin. “You’re mine now, Mallory. I’m going to make you cling to me until there’s never a question of who you belong to.”
His hands push my thighs open farther, and I’m a little grateful it’s dark in here. I can’t see what he’s doing, and he can’t see my blush as he places a kiss over my panty-covered pussy.
“I can’t keep my mouth off you,” he says, repeating the action.
This time when he kisses my pussy, his mouth opens over the material and the warm wetness seeps through my panties.
“I can taste your sweetness on them. You’re so wet you’ve soaked through. It’s all for me, isn’t it? Every inch of you is just for me.” The possessiveness is thick in his voice.
I raise my hips, wanting his mouth again, but he doesn’t give it to me. Instead, he reaches up to the front of my underwear, grabbing the waistband and giving it a firm tug. The lacy material gives way, and he tears them off me. The aggressive move heightens my arousal. Cool air hits my pussy, but I’m quickly warmed when he covers my tender, wet flesh with his mouth.
“Oz!” I shout, as slick heat rolls across my clit, circling it and giving it pressure. The sensation is unlike anything I could’ve ever imagined, and I spread my legs wider giving him as much of me as he wants.
He slides his thick fingers up my thigh and penetrates me as he bites down softly on my tiny nub. The pinch of pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure makes me dizzy with lust.
Hot breath tickles my pussy as his fingers curl upward inside me, rubbing some perfect place that has me mewling with need. The intensity of the touch is indescribable, and Oz holds me down as he pulls the pleasure out of me.
“So sticky sweet,” he says, and I can hear how wet I am.
My face burns from the blush, but I’m so far gone I don’t care. I’m lifting my hips and begging him to put his mouth on me. Embarrassment has left the bed.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to do this with my cock. I’m going to own you, Mallory. Every inch of me is going mark every inch of you.”
He thrusts his fingers in and out of my wet channel, and my thighs shake. This is pleasure unlike any I’ve ever known, and I never want him to stop.
“I’ve waited so long to taste you, to have you. Now you’re all mine.” He sounds aggressive as he says it. Almost impatient, like he’s waited forever.
He latches his mouth back on to me, and the flat of his tongue keeps licking over and over. He’s like a tiger giving me a bath as he laps up my dripping pussy. It’s the perfect tempo, and I writhe on the bed. The even, firm strokes repeat until my pleasure can’t build any higher.
Gripping his hair tightly, I throw my head back and shout his name as I come on his fingers and against his face. I ride his hand and mouth, stretching out the orgasm as long as I can. It’s earth-shattering, and I’ve gone weak when I come down and catch my breath. The orgasm was fast but no less fierce as it echoes through my veins.
Oz pulls away only slightly to kiss the top of my pussy, above my clit. Then he slips his fingers out of me and I clench at the loss. I can hear him lick them clean as he moves up a little more.
He kisses my hips again, and then my stomach, making me moan. He nuzzles me there, and the prickles of his day-old shave abrade my oversensitive skin and create shivers in their wake. I’m sure I’ll have a burn on my pussy from it, too, though it’s the last thing I’m worried about now.
“I need inside you, Mallory,” he says against my soft belly. “Are you on the pill?” He places a gentle kiss on my belly button, but I want to cry at his question.
“No. Do you have anything?” Jesus, I can’t even bring myself to say the word condom. Why didn’t I think of this before? I’m cursing myself as he shakes his head.
“I don’t want to use one with you.” He licks over to my hip, and my desire is building by the minute. “I’ll pull out, baby. I want you bare.”
I’m not an idiot. I’ve attended Sex Ed, and the foster system taught me what unplanned pregnancy can do. But I’m a puddle of horny lust, and I can’t tell him no. This is when I should be clearest, but I’m so beyond reason when it comes to him that I’ll give him anything he wants. Including unprotected sex.
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br /> “Okay,” I whisper, quietly giving power over to him.
He growls and moves up my body, kissing every inch of me along the way. His hands are all over me, and his mouth won’t leave my skin. It’s as if he is trying to devour me, and I do nothing but lie there and let him.
When he gets to my breasts, he torments my nipples, loving each one with his tongue and teeth. They are going to be sore later, but I can’t think about that. I can only think about now.
The hard head of his cock comes up against my opening, and I moan at the heat between us. He teases me, rubbing the tip on my clit as his mouth moves to my neck. He’s everywhere, and my nerve endings are ablaze. He’s got them all charged, and each touch is like sweet fire.
“Mallory.” He says my name as if it’s an ache deep in his chest. He’s demanding, and I have no power to tell him no.
“Please, Oz. Make love to me.”
He thrusts inside at my surrender, and his sudden girth is painful. But his fingers pinching my nipple and his mouth on my neck keep me distracted enough to breathe through it. He holds himself fully inside me, letting me adjust, and the distractions are working.
“My sweet girl. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” His words are through pained breaths, and he sounds so close to the edge. I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him tightly to me. I want to offer my body to him as a reward, and give him what he gives me. A sense of belonging and of coming home.
It’s as if we’ve both waited our whole lives to get to this moment, and something special passes between us. His familiar scent washes over me, and his mouth continues to kiss every inch of my exposed skin.
He moves slightly, and the sweet drag of his cock sets my body alive. The thin layer of sweat on my skin makes Oz slide against me as he thrusts, and it’s beyond erotic. It’s as if the passion that has formed between us helps our bodies connect in the most primal way possible. The need between us so elemental that nothing could stop us.
His bare cock inside me feels taboo, as if we’re breaking some kind of rule. Not using protection adds to the element of secrecy, and it’s turning me on even more. The irresponsible part of me relishes it. I’ve never done it before, and it feels so fucking dirty sweet. I raise my hips, wanting all of him as deep as possible, and he grunts on top of me. Both of us know what we’re doing and what it could lead to, yet his bare cock keeps thrusting away.