Falling For A Monster

by Delilah Hunt

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he whispered, fighting down the gravel inside his throat. Larke was doing a number on him. Reading him so damn well. Offering everything he wanted. Despite his denial, Chase found himself holding on to her. He let go of her hand to caress her thigh.

  “I’m right, aren’t I?” she insisted, her voice taking on a husky edge. “You don’t want to admit it. But you will. In time.”

  “In time,” he repeated, barely able to think now. His cock became

  painfully hard. “While you’re waiting on that prediction to happen, I’m here waiting on something else.”

  Her eyes softened. “You are?”

  “Yes. My dessert.”

  He could see the pulse in her neck throb. “We have ice cream in the freezer.”

  If Chase wasn’t hurting so bad he’d actually smile at her attempt to play innocent.

  “Not talking about anything cold.”

  “No? Perhaps you should show me what you have in mind and um, I’ll do my best to make it warm.”

  Game over. Maybe if he was a different man, he could’ve continued playing along with her silly game. He wasn’t. Chase moved in front of her, blocking her space to make sure she understood he was no longer in the mood for joking. “Take off your clothes and sit on the table.”

  “The table?” she echoed, her eyes widening.

  “Yeah. That table.” His tone was harsher than intended as he pointed to the dining room table.

  Without another word, Chase stood back and observed her undressing before sitting on the table as he’d instructed. He knelt in front her, grasping her legs until they rested on his shoulders.

  “This is what I’ve been waiting for all day.” Larke’s gasp thundered across the room the moment he spread her folds and slid his tongue along her slit. Warm and wet and so fucking sweet. A thousand times better than all that candy they’d eaten together.

  With every lash of his tongue, she bucked her hips off the table. Chase held her firm, sucking her clit and dipping his tongue into her pussy.

  “0hh.” She gripped the edge of the table, holding firm. Above him, Chase could hear the faint sound of her teeth gnashing together. The grating turned into soft little moans, followed by Larke sobbing his name over and over, begging him not to stop.

  Driving him insane.

  If his cock wasn’t rock hard and demanding attention, he’d be happy spending the entire night between her legs, lapping at her hot little pussy. His hot little pussy.

  When her body began to tremble and her cries began coming out in ragged pants, Chase made a mental note to remind Larke at some point that she was his, belonged to him. Delicious wetness warmed and slid over his tongue. He didn’t stop. He held her throughout her climax, licking slowly while gently kneading her hips.

  “Better?” He dropped a kiss to her center then raised his head, gazing at her.

  She let out a sound somewhere in between a moan and a laugh then buried her face in the crook of his neck. “A thousand times better. Just like last night.”

  Larke lifted her face. Her eyes flickered with lust as she looked down to the tented front of his jeans. She ran her toes over his erection. “Are we each supposed to get a dessert?”

  Chase stood between her legs now, eyeing her carefully. “Depends on what exactly it is you’re craving?”

  Her eyes suddenly went hazy with lust. So much it almost made him weak. “You. Something hard. Hot. I want to know what you taste like.” She swept her tongue across her bottom lip. “Can I lick you, like you did me? Take your penis inside my mouth?”

  God in fucking Heaven. Was this really happening? Chase drew in a breath. His cock throbbed and twitched. He rubbed the head through his pants, squeezing it out of fear he’d come before she even touched him. And that was insane. He’d gotten his dick sucked lots of time before, but this…Damn. This was different. Larke was actually asking for permission to put her precious, innocent lips on him. Him!

  He cleared the lump from his throat but it was still hard to speak. So he didn’t try. Chase helped her from the table and clasped her to his chest, just because it felt so damn good. When he gained control, enough for him to speak clearly, he thumbed the corner of her lips and asked, “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

  She shook her head, viewing him through lowered lashes. “No. This isn’t something I’d do or want to do with just anyone.” She bit her lip again, appearing shyer than ever. “I’ve read about it in books and magazines of course.”

  He smiled at her then found himself saying something, that months ago he would’ve never uttered to a female willing and waiting to please him with her mouth.

  “I’ll be different than in a magazine or book, Larke. I’m sure you know that. Just…” Chase paused. Scrubbed his hand along his jaw. “Listen, I don’t want you to think you have to do this. Like I was expecting it or something. But if at any point you don’t wanna keep your mouth on me, then stop, okay. I won’t be angry. I’ll probably still be hard as hell,” he said half-jokingly, “but I won’t be mad. I don’t want you doing anything that you don’t like or doesn’t feel right.”

  “That’s very sweet, Chase. And I’ll keep that in mind. But right now, I want to please you as you pleased me.” Larke swept her lips across his stomach then fell to her knees in front of him, flicking her long braids over her shoulder. His dick jerked at the innocent yet erotic gesture.

  Her fingers easily went to work opening his pants. When her hands brushed over his cock, holding the base inside her fist, Chase kept his eyes riveted to her, wanting to savor every second of seeing his girl with her cheeks full, pleasing him with her mouth.

  She darted her gaze upward, stuck out her pink tongue and laved it along the length. Again and again, she licked, real slow then fast. Chase groaned and tilted his head back. Her mouth, so close to his cock caused pre-cum to spill from the tip.

  She licked it off, dipping her tongue into the slit. “You taste good,” she whispered, raising her eyes to his face. “Really. Really good.”

  Oh Fuck. His cock pulsed within her hand. Chase raked his fingers through her braids, wrapping a handful around his fist. “Ahh, Larke. I can’t take anymore. Suck it from the top, angel. Show me how much you like the taste of my dick.”

  Her eyes fluttered close. She rocked on her heel, letting out a low moan before closing her mouth around the entire head. Chase grunted low in his throat. Her mouth felt hot and moist, pulling him in, sucking, sucking.

  Larke lifted her head and stared at him. His words came back to haunt him. Damn, maybe she didn’t like his cock after all. Drawing in a breath he forced his nerves to calm. Before he could ask, she shook her head, licked the crown then grated, “I love it. Just needed some air.” She lowered her mouth and closed her lips over him, sucking slow and good. Head tilted back with eyes half closed, Chase pumped slowly into her mouth. “Can you try to take me deep?” He was desperate to feel his cock hitting her throat.

  She gave a small nod. He could hear the shallow intakes of breath through her nostrils. The tips of her fingers stroked his balls, massaging them as she sucked him deep, near but not all the way to the back of her throat. She held him there, rocking back and forth, her eyes glued to his. She parted her lips, allowing him to slip from her mouth as she gulped another breath of air.

  Chase tightened his fist around her braids, holding her to him as his heart slammed against his chest. All the while she rubbed her lips against his cock, trying to catch her breath. “You want more?” he whispered, dying of pleasure each time her lips brushed against the pre-cum slickened tip.

  She nodded and flattened her tongue over the tip. “Want to make you come.”

  He groaned as she started sucking again. “Almost there, angel. Almost there. Keep that up and I’m gonna come real hard.” He glanced down at her, his breathing harsh, strained. “I’ll… give you a warning.”

  She nodded, cupped his balls, squeezing and weighing them in her palm whi
le her mouth worked his cock over and over until Chase could hold nothing back. Blood pumped through his blood and roared in his ears. Since it was her first time, he pushed her head back, pulled his dick from her mouth, watching as cum laced from the swollen head, spilling across her breasts, wetting her nipples.

  He kept coming, looking at the sight and almost sinking to the floor when she stared at his seed, her dark eyes brimming with fascination. Their gazes met and held. Larke dipped a fingertip to her breast then brought it to her mouth, sucking off the trace of semen.

  Dying. Dying. She’s tasting my cum.

  “No warning next time,” she said breathlessly. Lowering her head, she drew him back into her mouth, sucking and licking his dick clean. Afterward, reeling and shaking from the force of his orgasm and Larke’s tenderness, Chase dropped to his knees on the floor, threw his arms around her naked body and held tight with one thought in mind. She’s mine.

  15

  On the last morning of their time together in Lake Walnut, they awoke at the crack of dawn and spent the morning lazing around between the sheets, making love then showering together. Larke smiled as she recalled the showering part, being pressed up against the tiles of the shower wall with Chase moving so deep inside her. Showering alone would forever pale in comparison, she decided.

  During the drive home, it was hard not to feel sadness at the return to reality. Being around Chase was addicting and it had been all too easy getting used to the feel of him next to her in bed at nights. After he’d dropped her off and helped bring her bags into her apartment, Larke was glad to have found some measure of comfort in his promise that nothing between them had changed because they were back home. They’d see each other again and often too.

  “If you ever call me and I don’t pick up right away, it’s not cause I’m ignoring you. Just bad timing.”

  Chase had said that an hour ago, right after he’d hauled her against him, kissing the breath right out of her body. She touched her lips, still tasting his kiss. Sighing, Larke looked over at the clock. The reading she’d had scheduled at a local library was in a half an hour. She gave herself a quick once over then grabbed her sweater in case the air conditioning was being blasted inside the building.

  “Oh good, you’re here.”

  She’d barely stepped through the door of the library before Mrs. Downing, the middle-aged blonde librarian she’d been corresponding with for the past two weeks, pulled her inside.

  “Am I late?” Larke checked her watch.

  Mrs. Downing shook her head. “No, you’re not. But look over there. I didn’t realize so many children would show up. They’re getting antsy waiting for you to start reading.”

  Larke followed the older woman’s gaze to see that the area they’d designated for the reading was pushed even further back to accommodate all the children who had shown up. She gasped in disbelief. “Here I was hoping not to be embarrassed with only one child showing up.”

  Mrs. Downing brought her hands together. “Larke. Please, please, please tell me you don’t mind starting early?”

  “No not at all,” she assured Mrs. Downing, while taking another glance at the children chattering excitedly. “I still can’t believe this.”

  “Well believe it. Your books are popular here. As they should be. You have a fantastic imagination. Now, before it gets rowdier in here. Can you start the reading?”

  Larke took her seat in the front of the room. Since becoming a published writer, this was her first time doing a public reading. Her stomach felt nervous and fluttery. It wasn’t only children staring at her, also adults who were probably secretly rolling their eyes. She wasn’t sure if she should be annoyed or thankful for the ones who had their gazes cemented to the screens of their smartphones.

  Drawing in a deep breath, she introduced herself and shortly began reading. Halfway through the book, as she paused for dramatic effect–when the badger suddenly found himself in a sticky situation after abandoning his friends–Larke raised her head to notice a well-dressed man staring at her with a smile on his face. Lowering her head, she continued reading. After saying that glorious phrase “The End”, she sank back in her chair. Relief flooded her as the children clapped and started talking to each other about the characters in the book. Shortly after, when the children slowly began piling out and around the library, she felt even lighter.

  Whew. She’d done it! And without her voice cracking from nerves. Larke reached for her bag, reminding herself that next time she’d try not to feel so nervous. Although the butterflies inside her stomach finally settled, Larke found herself jumping, startled by a voice behind her.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “It’s fine,” she said. It was the man who had been staring at her during the reading.

  “My daughter enjoyed the reading very much. She loves your books, especially this one with the badger’s new friend. We read them often.”

  “I’m glad to hear that. Thank you, both for coming out.” She issued him a polite smile then shifted her attention to her bag, expecting him to leave. He didn’t. “This might be forward of me, but you are a very beautiful lady.”

  Larke blushed. She felt awkward. The man was handsome, he honestly was. Smooth, patient voice and brown skin with an infectious smile. On outward appearance, he was exactly the type of person she would’ve wanted to date. But…Chase. He was the only man for her. He had her feeling like she was soaring high above the clouds whenever she thought of him. Larke prayed the man beside her wasn’t working up this intro to ask her out.

  “You wouldn’t be available to go out with me sometime, would you? I mean, if you can find time away from your busy schedule.”

  Oh no. Her palms suddenly moistened with sweat. She’d never had to turn anyone down before. No one decent that was. Larke closed her bag, shaking her head inwardly. For some reason, her heart felt heavy despite this man being a stranger. Like turning him down was wrong on so many levels.

  “I can’t,” she murmured, slightly ashamed of herself. “I’m in a relationship.”

  He snapped his finger and gave her an exaggerated look of disappointment. “Always too late with the pretty ones.”

  She forced a smile to her lips, unsure what to say when dealing with an irrational sense of guilt and shame. She held out her hand then allowed it to fall by her side.

  Her shoulders finally relaxed after the man gave a single nod and left without pursuing his interest further. Despite all that, Larke found herself staring at his back. No, she wasn’t attracted to him. Maybe she would have been––at some other point in time, before her connection with Chase. She didn’t know. But attraction wasn’t the root of her unease. Biting her lip, Larke leaned her head against the wall, staring straight ahead, unseeing.

  Race Traitor.

  That was the only word to describe her. Exactly what she was, Larke silently chastised herself. Oh, she didn’t subscribe to the belief that people had to stick to their own race. For someone like her, however, to choose… No, to be on the verge of falling in love with a man whose body was covered with the symbols of his prejudiced beliefs and hate. That was a betrayal. Surely that made her a dirty race traitor. Didn’t it?

  Larke gulped as a wave of self-disgust so strong made her stomach roil and filled her with nausea. But worse than that, not even the horrid wave of guilt was strong enough to quell her desire for Chase or curtail the feelings inside her heart. Either she was a very twisted person or stronger than she’d ever imagined for heeding the natural instincts that told her they belonged together.

  Instead of heading straight home that day, Larke found herself knocking on Riva’s door. While she was away at Lake Walnut, her friend had called her multiple times. Larke knew she was concerned. Going away with a guy was beyond anything she’d ever done before and her friend knew it. And frankly, Larke was tired of keeping her relationship with Chase a secret. She was bubbling inside, on the verge of bursting from wanting to tell someone about th
e path life seemed intent on steering her.

  Riva opened the door, excitedly pulling her inside. “Good. You’re back from your rendezvous.”

  Larke grinned as she entered her friend’s living room. While other kids had teased her in middle school because of her weight, Riva was one of the few girls who’d never had a mean thing to say about Larke, instead choosing to be a close friend to this day. The Indian girl was always truthful, adding a bit of humor to get her point across.

  “I got back this morning.”

  Riva sat on the couch with her legs folded, staring at Larke with anticipation. “Do I need to get popcorn ready? It’s not every day I get all the details about you finally having a man.” The raven-haired young woman shook her head. “I’m for real. I don’t know how you do it, going forever without having had sex.” She narrowed her gaze on Larke. “Wait a minute. If you were away with this mystery guy, please, for Heaven’s sake tell me you got laid. As your friend, I’m very much concerned you’ll one day end up with cobwebs inside your vagina.”

  “That’s disgusting,” Larke muttered. She’d been hearing that from Riva for over two years now.

  “Well it’s true, and I’m still a practicing nurse, unlike you. I should know.” Riva leaned closer to her. “Anyways. What’s up? By what’s up I mean tell me everything about your new man. My life is boring. I need excitement from other people.”

  Larke gazed at her friend, wondering if she’d made a mistake believing she could confide in her about such a touchy subject. Feeling silly and afraid she’d be lectured about falling for a guy so quickly, she shook her head. “It’s nothing interesting.”

  Riva stared at her, disbelief written on her face. She said nothing at first, then finally pointed out, “We’ve been friends since we were twelve. I think I know you well enough to recognize when you’re saying one thing, but your eyes and face say another.”

  “You noticed all of that?”

  “I sure do. Now tell me what’s wrong. Did something happen while you were away with him?”