He smirked when he caught me staring, taking sharp, calculated steps toward me.
“What?” he asked. “Haven’t you ever seen a naked man?”
He was about to close the distance between us. I could see the unbridled lust in his eyes. But there was something else, something painful lurking in the icy eyes of his. My wolf could sense his aggression, and I stepped back on instinct. Our eyes were locked, I was drowning in him, unable to tear my gaze away, even when I backed right into a tree.
I thought the distance would close quickly between us then, Hunter taking me right up against the tree, proving his capacity for alpha. Dominating me until I came.
Instead, he stopped about two inches away from my body. His eyes drank me in, from my eyes all the way down to my ankles. Any discomfort I felt earlier had vanished, he looked at me like I was ethereal. Like I was the goddess Artemis in her bath.
Without a word, he moved his hand to my waist. The touch was light, barely even there. This gentleness was unexpected, causing tingles of surprise and arousal to shoot out to every part of my body. I watched him move his hand slowly over the ample curve of my waist, across my stomach, over my breasts, and to my cheek. My clit was on fire, sending tremors of arousal through my center.
Matching his movements, I reached out and pressed my hand over his chest. I allowed my hands to explore his body above the waist, making note of the trails my fingers went that caused him to shiver with desire. I flicked the pads of my fingers over scars, birthmarks, and even a sprinkling of freckles along his hip bones.
I could hardly stand it anymore, taking one of Hunter’s hands and pulling it back down my body. It traveled back over my breasts, down my stomach, down lower to the place I need him to touch. I moaned with wanting, pressing forward, aching to meet my body with his.
In a burst of lust-fueled confidence, I pushed my mouth upwards, searching for his lips. I could feel the heat of his breath ghosting against my lips. Soon he would be mine, and I his. He would fill this wanting need inside of me. We would be okay.
“I can’t do this,” he said.
My eyes snapped open, searching his for an explanation. What was he talking about?
There were already cool spots on my body, where Hunter’s warm hands were now lacking.
“Where are you going?” I asked, mentally kicking myself for sounding so needy.
“This,” he gestured to me and him, “this can’t work, I’m sorry.”
“Yes, it can,” I said. I was the drive, dammit. I was the one who got to decide when things worked. “A moment ago, we were in the same place. I could feel how much you wanted me. You must have been able to feel how much I wanted you. I still want you.”
I lost Hunter, I could already see it in his eyes. They were distracted, flittering around between the trees, the ground, the sky, anywhere but me. He wouldn’t even look at me.
“It’s too much,” he said.
“Hunter.”
The man had already shifted and the wolf ran out of the clearing like he was being chased.
I sighed, closing my eyes and falling back against the tree with a slight crunch. What happened? Was it something I did or…? I did not follow that train of thought to closely into my mind. I knew that my leaving was probably the reason Hunter couldn’t trust me. Hell, I could hardly trust me. Just, when he looked at me like that, with lust and longing, I thought we were making progress.
I groaned, I was still turned on! I toyed with the idea of taking care of business right here, in the woods, but thought better of it. If Hunter came back, I didn’t want him to find me three fingers closer to an orgasm. I’d take care of this in bed, this bought of horniness wasn’t going anywhere.
I let the wolf take over, guiding me back up the hill toward home, and let my worries go for a few, precious minutes.
Chapter Five
I shut my bedroom door, breathing a sigh of relief when it closed. Hunter was nowhere to be found when I made it back to the house. I didn’t know what to say to him. I didn’t know if I would ever know what to say to him.
I slid into bed. There had to be a way to convince him to trust me, I could not run away from my problems again. I closed my eyes and ran a hand through my hair. How could this much be fucked up in only one day? There was so much to think about; Hunter’s and Roman’s feelings, earning their trust and that of the pack, Roman’s tongue against my skin, the look in Hunter’s eyes when he pushed me up against that tree, his thick, hard…
I let my hand wander down my body, this was a problem I could take care of. Now.
Someone knocked on my door. Great. I put my trip to Pleasure City on hold, wrapped a sheet around my body, and went to answer it. I crossed my fingers Hunter was not on the other side of the door.
“Good,” said Roman, “you’re still up.”
I opened my mouth to ask him what he wanted, but he beat me to it by meeting my mouth with his. His tongue swept into my mouth, demanding I follow his every move. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me flush against his body.
When we broke for air, Roman said, “I’m sorry. I said I wanted to take this slowly, but I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day and I could smell your arousal from my bedroom.”
I looked away, embarrassed. “It’s that bad, huh?”
“It’s delicious.”
Roman’s eyes wandered down and I felt his cock grow hard in his jeans. In the excitement of the kiss, my sheet had fallen away. How could I be butt naked in front of a second man that same day? Roman raised an eyebrow and gave me a roguish grin. Damn, he was sexy. Life was full of little miracles.
“You’ve made this easy for me,” said Roman, kissing me again.
“For you?” I said between kisses, feigning shock. “I did this for me! I don’t have time to wait for you to take my clothes off so agonizingly slowly. I’m just picking up where we left off.”
Roman grazed his hand over my heavy breast, giving it a light squeeze. I responded by pressing my nails into the tight skin of his back. I loved touching him. I could touch him all day and all night. Fuck, if I got my way that’s what would happen.
“You can’t wait, huh?” He asked, kneading my breast and tweaking the nipple. It was all I could do not to let the wolf take over, I could feel her clawing at my psyche, drawn to the surface by my primal arousal.
I grinned up at him, falling into my wolfish confidence. With a bold movement, I grabbed his hand from my breast and pulled it down my body, between my legs and into my hot wetness. Roman growled and shoved me backward onto the bed. When he crashed down on top of me, I left out a hard gasp.
“You’re in for it now,” he said, licking and biting his way down my neck.
“Mmm, was that,” I gasped as my nipple hit the silky wetness of his mouth, “too forward of me?”
His tongue flicked over my nipple, drawing slow circles first, then quick rotations until I was soaking wet with desire.
“That was just forward enough,” said Roman before he bit down lightly on my sensitive nub.
Roman’s mouth continued to tease and taste her while his hand made sure the other did not feel left out. Every swipe of his tongue over her puckered and wanting flesh was matching with a pinch and a fondle. I arched my back in pleasure.
“Your tits are magnificent,” Roman said, drawing his tongue over the mountains of her chest. “They are so soft in my mouth. I love hearing you gasp every time I suck, bite, or nibble. I want to make you feel amazing.”
He started on the other side, working magic with his tongue. I cried out when he bit down hard, writing with pleasure.
“God,” I said, “please just fuck me already.”
He chuckled, the vibrations causing pricks of heat to surge over my body.
“Be patient, my beauty, I’ve waited more than ten years to have you. I’m going to take my time.”
As he said this, Roman began moving his hand at a sufferingly slow pace down my body. I lifted my hips as his fingers tra
ced their way over my belly button and down to my slit. His strong hand rubbed over my pussy lips, parting them with a deft motion and entering me. I bucked against his finger, reveling in the sensation of fullness that had come with a single digit.
“You’re so tight,” Roman growled into my skin.
His finger took control, moving in and out so slowly I could feel every stretch and release of my pussy. His thumb gave my clit a teasing swipe which caused a flame of desire to tear through me. I couldn’t help by cry out, I was so sensitive. Roman laughed and circle the sensitive bundle, watching me buck and writhe. God, this man was insufferable in the best way.
For the first time in my life, I wasn’t self-conscious of him touching me, seeing me naked and vulnerable. He took in my body’s every wiggle and jiggle like it was the sexiest thing on earth. When a man looks at you like your tiniest motion turns him on, you can’t help but be confident. I shuddered as he rubbed over my slit, down to my ass, and back up again. He worked in the perfect rhythm, tweaking, tonguing, thrusting, and thumbing my clit. The pressure inside me was building, pushing its way to the surface of my skin, threatening to erupt at any moment.
“Please,” I begging, matching each thrust of his finger with my hips. I wanted him deeper in me, I wanted to feel my pussy clench and shudder around his cock. “Please.”
Roman met my mouth again with a kiss, his tongue claiming dominance.
“Not yet,” he said with a wink. Then he licked a trail down my breasts, over the rise of my stomach, my hip bones, and lower.
“You’re terrible,” I hissed with desire as he skipped over my pulsing center, opting to trail light bites up the inside of my thighs. With each nibble, he got closer, and I tried to control the urge to shove my sex right in his face. He felt my thick thighs tense and understood their meaning. His wet, strong tongue met my lower lips, licking from my ass to my clit. I shivered and cried out.
I glanced down, enjoying the view of his blonde head between my thighs. Roman looked up, catching me with his gold eyes, hazy with lust. He licked his lips.
“You taste like red wine,” he said, wrapping his arms around my legs. “I want to get drunk on you.”
He delved back into my mound, licking slowly up and down. I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, guiding his head so he could eat me the way I liked. Soon, his tongue was flicking over my clit and parting my lips to taste my depths. Roman started to speed up, slurping at my center, taking my folds into his mouth and sucking, kneading with his lips. He fucked me with his tongue, darting into my tight center, then back up to the clit for a touch before starting back again.
Roman kept sucking me, over and over, Up and down. In and out. I pressed my thighs around him, my breathing matching his pace. My moans and sighs filled the air. He focused on my clit, circling and brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves. I bucked desperately.
His tongue flicked, flicked, flicked over my clit, pulsing waves of burning heat seared over me. I grabbed my breasts and kneaded with one hand, tweaking and pinching my nipples. Trying to create enough pleasure to bring me over the edge. With the other hand, I pulled hard on Roman’s hair, loving the way the silky strands felt cool against my on fire flesh.
Sensing I was near the edge, Roman grazing my clit with his teeth. This sent off an earthquake inside me. My toes curled and my back arched.
“Roman,” I screamed as I rode the wave of my orgasm. The pressure I had built up was released, turning my body into putty and my brain into mush. All I could think about was the pulsing and shuddering of my pussy and Roman’s tongue on my clit. He kept circling my sensitive bundle until I finished shuddering, then meeting me again for a kiss.
“I’ve always wanted to hear my name from your lips,” he said.
I kissed Roman hard and rolled him over onto his back. This time my tongue won dominance, matching him move for move and showing him that I was a chosen leader of our generation just as much as he was. I placed my hands on either side of his head and pushed myself up.
“I’ve wanted you to fuck me since you opened the door,” I said, straddling my captive man. His cock was fully erect under me, pre-cum pooling at the head.
“Oh really?” Roman asked, his eyes full of mischief. “I had no idea.”
I rubbed my pussy over the head of his cock and watched, with satisfaction, as his eyes closed in pleasure. I took the shaft in my hand and gave it a few, long strokes. He fit perfectly in my hand like we were put on this earth to fuck each other to exhaustion every chance we got. I’d always believed in destiny.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked, holding him tight in my hand. Sometimes you had to show boys who was the boss.
“Yes,” he said, eyes hooded with arousal.
“Tell me what you want.”
Roman growled and thrust up, the head of his cock making contact with my lips. I gripped him harder and I felt him shudder.
“Naughty boy,” I said, giving his shaft another stroke. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to be inside you,” he said.
“What else?” I asked with a smirk.
He thrust again, groaning as my hand moved up and down on his throbbing member.
“I want to feel your pussy tighten around my cock,” he said. “I want your juices to run down my shaft until I am covered in you. I want you to ride me so I can watch your body bounce and shake. I want to fuck you deeper than you’ve ever been fucked before. I want to fill you up with my seed and make you come until your knees are weak and your body gives out.”
“Good boy,” I said, lowering my dripping cleft onto his member. He slipped inside me. It was a tight fit, but it felt so right. My walls shuddered around him slick with need. I had never been this full.
Slowly, and with care, I started to rock back and forth, up and down. He was stretching every inch of me. I continued my motion, letting out a little moan, and keeping an eye on his face. He looked at me like I was the series finale of his favorite show, memorizing my every movement. I wanted him to look at me like this forever.
I began to move faster, placing my hands on his wide chest for added support. He reached up and cupped my face with his hand, moving his thumb gently over my lips.
“You are so gorgeous,” he said.
My tongue darted out and licked his thumb. His laugh filling the bedroom was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
My pleasure was building. I alternated between fast and slow, pulling my pussy up the length of the shaft and almost off the head before sliding back down. Roman moaned and thrusted up against me, causing my breasts the bounce and jiggle.
“Go faster,” Roman begged, his hips jerking up as I pressed back down on his shaft.
“Make me,” I said.
I let out a scream as Roman grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back. My body shuddered as he thrust forward, his cock never leaving the darkness of my cave.
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you,” he growled, looming over me like some sexy nightmare.
“Are you going to keep talking about it,” I gasped out, “or are you going to do it?”
In response, Roman thrust deep inside me and I clawed at his shoulders. With each heave, I could feel him entering deeper and deeper into my center. Soon, all I could concentrate on were the ebbs and flows of his shaft, entering and exiting, dominating and submitting.
“I’m getting close,” I moaned, the pressure was mounting again. I could feel bursts of heat moving their way up my body. “You’re going to make me orgasm.”
I could feel Roman’s hot breath against my shoulder as he went deeper and deeper. My pussy tightened and released, creeping closer to the big finale.
I could hardly stand it, moving one hand down to my clit. With wild abandon, I pulled back the hood, rubbing with wild abandon at my pleasure center.
“You’re so sexy,” Roman moaned into me.
“You’re incredible,” I moaned back, concentrating on the fullness of
my pussy and the electric bolts running out from my finger tip and into my clit. I bucked up into him, matching his speed.
“God Tasha,” Roman breathed, erupting into my cavernous need.
As he said my name, I fell over the edge. Every muscle in my body tensed up and I called out, crashing into a wall of pleasure. For a moment, the room was silent and I was on fire. This was the moment I had been craving.
Then my bones turned to liquid, and every inch of my relaxed. I was completely satisfied for the first time in memory. Roman rolled off of me, pulling me close against him. I looked over and he burst out laughing.
“What?” I giggled, feeling silly after all that dirty talk.
“You have the dopiest grin on your face,” Roman laughed.
“Oh, I wonder why? Could it be that I just had the best sex of my life?”
“Of your life, huh?” Roman asked with a cocky grin.
“Yes,” I said, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek, “but don’t let that inflate your ego.”
Roman caught my cheek with his hand and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips.
“I love you,” he said.
The breath went out of my lungs. He said it, just like that. No preamble, no excuses, no stuttering. “I love you” in such a plain, confident manner. I blushed from the bottoms of my feet to the top of my head.
“You don’t have to say anything yet,” Roman reassured me. “I know we have a lot of things to work out. Especially with Hunter. But when you’re ready, know that I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it was true. I loved the way Roman cared for me, the way he was so careful of my feelings, the way he always let me come to my own conclusion.
“I love you,” I repeated, noticing Roman’s stunned expression. “But don’t let that make you cocky either.”
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