I began to tremble, my arousal so intense from months of going without. And this was Moody, a man that I'd been curious about. A long sigh escaped me when he dropped his hands to the backs of my thighs. His callused palms smoothed up and over my naked bottom, the shirt that covered me giving him no hindrance. He squeezed the cheeks of my ass with a low groan before picking me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around him as he turned and headed toward the bedroom. I was out of breath, gasping against his neck. He was breathing heavily, too. I couldn't help it, I was so turned on that I bit him with excitement, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to draw a hiss from him.
He brought us to the bottom of the bed, laid me down, and then stood back and stared down at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I couldn't pull my eyes away from the beauty of his form. He was hard everywhere--bulging biceps, defined pecs, washboard abs, and that sexy V-shaped muscle that led down to the huge cock in his jeans. Holy smokes, the man was hung! I began to squirm, imagining what he would feel like inside me. As we stared at each other Moody moved like a striking snake, sinking to his knees, parting my thighs and planting his face against my pussy.
"Oh!" I cried out when his mouth attacked my sex. He licked the seam of my pussy several times before separating the folds and lapping my labia. I was soon arching wildly against him, giving him access to all of me, twisting my hands into the covers beneath me. "God, that feels good!" I barely recognized my husky tone. "Fuck…Moody!" His mouth closed over my clit, sucking hard.
It had been so long since I'd had an orgasm from a man, so long since I'd been with a man at all. Moody's tongue applied pressure to all of my pleasure spots, discovering new ones that I hadn’t known I had, owning my pussy while his hands roamed up my body beneath my shirt, aiming for my breasts. Oh, God! When his large hands closed over my breasts and began to caress and squeeze them I caught my breath. He groaned, fucking me with his tongue a few times before pulling out to nip at the lips of my pussy.
I was on fire. My orgasm was climbing beneath Moody's talented tongue and mouth, and I couldn't catch my breath. He slipped two fingers inside of me and found my G-spot without half-trying. He knew what he was doing there, too, quickly thrumming it until my hips flew off the bed. I began to quiver wildly, the pleasure was so overwhelming.
"Come on, baby, put some cum on my fucking tongue."
He'd called me “baby.” For some reason that, and his filthy words, sent me over the edge. He tongued my clit mercilessly, his fingers curled into the patch of nerves in my upper wall, and I let my body go. As soon as Moody felt me coming he replaced his fingers with his tongue and fucked me through my orgasm. I moaned loudly and convulsed uncontrollably.
Moody barely let me come down when he stood up and removed his pants. My lust-fogged eyes went to his blood-filled, vein-ridden cock. The head appeared larger than the shaft, smoothly rounded and seeping pre-cum at the slit. I held my breath at the sheer size of him from head to root, where two large testicles hung. He took his cock in his hand and gave it a few pumps.
"I've wanted to fuck you since I laid eyes on you," he admitted, surprising me.
He crawled slowly up my body, bringing the t-shirt with him. When he reached my breasts he took the material and brought it over my head. I held my arms above my head, against the bed, so he could take it off completely, and then he leaned back, away from me, and looked me over. I felt a moment of shyness about the fullness of my figure, but the haze of desire in his all-seeing eyes revealed that he liked what he was looking at. He kissed me, and then he kissed his way down to my quivering breasts.
"Nice fucking tits," he groused, licking at a nipple. His hands roamed up and down my sides. I smoothed my hands over him wherever I could reach, finding that Moody didn't have an ounce of fat on him anywhere. Soon his hand found its way back to my pussy, toying with the trimmed runway of wet hair covering my slit. "So fucking wet," he murmured, flicking his fingers through my slick folds and then bringing them to his mouth. I held my breath when he put his glistening fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. "Tasty as fuck, baby."
I moaned, my hips beginning to move again. The feel of Moody's hot, hard cock against my thigh was driving me mad. I wanted him inside me. "Fuck me, Moody." I reached for his cock, but he pulled back and sprinted off me.
I looked up at him with surprise, thinking that he was calling a halt to this, but he only opened a nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. He made quick work at getting it out and rolling it down his shaft, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.
"Get on your knees," he ordered.
I did as he asked, thrusting my bottom out and spreading my legs to make room for him. I felt the bed dip when he climbed back on. I gasped and twitched forward when he took his cock and ran the head up and down my slit and groaned deeply. And then I felt his fingers at my pussy, running through the slickness there. Was he checking to make sure that I was still wet enough to take him? Then my eyes nearly bugged out of my head when I felt him at my rectum.
"Ever had a dick back here?"
I shook my head and backed it up with a firm, "No." I jerked forward when I felt his fingers back there.
"Relax, baby. I'm not going to take you there today."
Good to know, I thought. I'd never had anal sex, and with his large size, I didn't think my first time would be with him. I relaxed, but then cried out with surprised pleasure when he parted my cheeks and ran his finger around my hole before pushing it inside. He thrust it in and out several times, until I was panting. The sound he made revealed his pleasure at my response. Then I felt him kiss first one cheek, and then the other.
"Soon."
I didn't question him. My pussy was buzzing with arousal, and I was eager to have his cock inside me. "Moody, please fuck me," I moaned pleadingly.
"You eager for my dick, baby?"
"Yes!" I wasn't afraid to show it, either. I wiggled my ass as if to tempt him. I think he laughed, but I couldn't be sure. I'd never heard Moody laugh before.
"It's yours," he growled, thrusting forward and impaling me with one forceful plunge. I cried out at the stretch and burn of having such a large cock crammed inside of me.
"Fuck you're tight," Moody groaned, but it was a sound of pleasure.
"You're just big," I murmured back, trying to relax around him.
I didn't have time to get used to his size. Moody began moving immediately, thrusting in and out. His hands were clutching my hips as he pulled me back into his thrusts. What had started out as stinging discomfort had morphed into out-of-this-world pleasure as my sex closed easily around his impaling shaft. Moody expelled a rough grunt with every pounding thrust of his body, and soon he was chasing his own release.
I reached beneath our bodies and found his balls, giving them a rub and light squeeze. He groaned, his muscular thighs quivering. I felt his cock swell inside me and knew that he was close to coming. He began to thrust faster and harder. We were both panting and covered in sweat. My body rocked forward, even with his hands clutching my hips.
"Tight, so fucking tight!" he grunted, pulling out fast. "Fuuuckk!" he bellowed.
The next thing I felt was his warm seed spraying across my bottom and backside. It just kept coming and coming, along with Moody's grunts of completion. I glanced back to see him kneeling there, his cock in his hand as he pumped it dry, every glorious muscle straining and taut. His expression was primal, raw, and savagely beautiful in his release. He opened his eyes to me, still pumping his cock, which was dripping onto the bed. Then, keeping his eyes on mine, he reached forward and rubbed his semen into my skin.
I was sick. I must be, because that was the single most erotic thing that had ever happened to me. He was marking me with his scent. A flashback of him fucking that woman in his office came back to me. He'd come all over her, too, but he hadn't rubbed his semen into her skin. What he was doing now seemed more intimate, as if he were making a statement that he wouldn't verbalize. When he was
done, he stood for a minute just looking at me in the hard, cold way that he had.
I finally collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and breathing hard. I didn’t know what I was expecting from Moody, but it wasn't for him to move away and disappear without a word, which is exactly what he did. No words, no emotions, no sound. I closed my eyes and willed my body to calm. After a while I heard the sound of running water, and realized that he was taking a shower.
He was a darkly mysterious man, and I didn't know why he intrigued me. It was more than his sexy, bad ass looks. Damn, it was more than just his appearance that made him a bad ass. He had an aura of ruthlessness and danger about him, and while he didn't belong to the local motorcycle club I'd seen riding around the area, he had every bit of the outlaw vibe that they put off. I had a feeling that knowing Moody would expose a side of him that would wreck me.
I sniffed, smelling something in the air. It wasn't the scent of whatever Moody might be using in his shower. Crap! My cookies! I jumped from the bed and rushed to the kitchen. I'd forgotten all about them. The kitchen was already filling up with smoke. I reached for a pot holder and opened the oven, quickly removing the baking sheet. Oh, God, the cookies had burnt into little black hockey pucks. I set the sheet on the stove and went to open the door to air the kitchen out, praying that if Moody had any fire alarms the smoke didn't set them off.
Luck wasn't on my side. The alarm went off as soon as the cloud of smoke reached it. I searched frantically for it, finding one on the ceiling in the room beyond the kitchen. There was no way I'd be able to reach it.
"What the fuck!" Moody rushed into the room, dripping wet, his gaze raking over me before settling on my eyes. "What the hell's on fire?"
"Cookies!" I said loudly, to be heard over the screaming alarm. His height allowed him to reach up and turn the alarm off. He glared back at me. "I'm sorry. I forgot I'd put some into the oven." We were both completely naked. I hadn’t taken the time to put any clothes on, worried that the house was on fire. He'd obviously come straight from the shower. "I opened the kitchen door to, um, air the place out."
"You're fucking dangerous."
Why did I get the impression that he wasn't just talking about the burnt cookies? I'd never felt so vulnerable. Walking around naked had never been my thing, and it didn't help that Moody was nude, too. He was built like a fucking God. He was visually stimulating.
"If I hadn't been distracted, we'd be eating perfect cookies right now." The urge that I had to go get something to wear warred with my unwillingness to move, because I knew it would put me too close to him. I was afraid that I'd do something stupid if I got too close to him, like jump his bones for a second round of hot sex. "I'm sorry if I interrupted your shower." Hopefully reminding him of what he'd been in the middle of would send him from the room to go finish.
"You've interrupted my fucking life," he said in a slightly irritated tone.
Moody was back to being Moody, and his grumpy tone pissed me off. We'd just fucked. Two people couldn't get any closer than that, or do anything more intimate, and he'd seemed like he’d enjoyed it just as much as I had, but you wouldn't know it by his prickly, standoffish attitude. It wasn't my fault that I was there, invading his precious life.
Well, it kind of was, but that wasn't the point.
I glared right back at him, slapping my hands onto my hips. He was about to get a taste of my Irish temper, because I'd had about enough of his meanness. "I don't know why you don't like people--excuse me, women--but don't take your piss poor attitude out on me! I'm not here because I want to be, you're keeping me here, remember? And naked to boot! We just fucked, asshole, you didn't seem to mind me then! No, you came all over me and rubbed it in! For a minute there, you almost seemed human, but now you're right back to being a jerk! I burned the fucking cookies because I was busy getting fucked. I'm sorry! I'm sorry for stinking up your fucking house! I'm sorry for whatever happened in your life to make you hate being alive!"
That was the first thing I'd said that Moody reacted to, but it was so fleeting that I thought I’d imagined it. By the time I was done ranting, I was out of breath. My hands were still on my bare hips, reminding me that I was naked. The whole time that I’d gone off, Moody had just stood there, black eyes narrowed on me, jaw clenched. He was a wet dream come to life, and I probably would have kept right on going, but for the fact that it seemed to be turning him on.
"Are you done?" he snapped.
My eyes shot up from his fully erect cock to his dark eyes. "And don't think you're getting close to me again with that monster," I added.
The corners of his mouth actually quirked, I swear there was a pinpoint of amusement in his predatory gaze.
I huffed and spun around to go back into the kitchen, not caring that I was still naked. I scraped the now-cooled but still ruined cookies into the trash and went to the sink to wash the baking sheet. Then I put another dozen into the oven, determined not to burn these if it meant that I had to stand and watch them the whole time.
The man was insufferable! I knew that I shouldn’t let him get to me. He couldn't help being the way that he was, a grumpy, hateful, moody human being! And he would not make me cry.
No, not me.
From here on out, I was going to throw his attitude right back into his face.
I believed in people treating people the way they treated me.
If he didn't know already, Moody was going to find out how a redheaded Irish woman could dish it out as good as she could take it.
But then an evil thought popped into my head, giving me cause to rethink my plan. The corners of my lips curled up as I thought about how much fun my new method of getting to him would be.
I was going to kill the jerk with kindness! I thought about all of the things I could do to get under his skin, my smile growing wider.
This could be fun!
If not dangerous.
Chapter 12
Moody
Jesus, the woman had a temper. Normally I wouldn't have stood there and taken shit being thrown my way, but she was fucking cute, standing there naked, her tits drawing my eyes to them more than once. She had a nice rack, and I still had the taste of those sweet nipples in my mouth. As I let her rant, I was more interested in the changes that came over her, which revealed that she was really pissed. She was a woman who wasn’t afraid to say what was on her mind when she was hot A naked woman with sexy curves standing her ground and telling me what an asshole I was turned me the fuck on.
I could tell that she was aware that my dick was rising to the occasion. She stammered a few times, blushed, and did everything she could to look anywhere but at me. I'd fucked her because we'd both needed it, we’d both wanted it, but damn if I didn't want another round with her. She'd been tight as fuck, and so wet. My dick had been happy inside her cunt, all wrapped up in her soft heat. I thought about that sweet hole in her backside--with a little time, I'd be popping that cherry. I growled low.
"Are you done?" I snapped the words at her, pissed that I was hard as a fucking rock. I'd wanted Bailey from the beginning, and I’d thought that once I finally had her I would work her out of my system. That was how it worked for me. I wanted a woman. I fucked her. Done. I rarely went in for seconds. Now, barely half an hour after screwing Bailey, I wanted her all over again.
Telling me that I wouldn't be getting close to her again with "that monster" was a challenge I would be accepting.
She huffed and turned around to go back into the kitchen. My eyes dropped to the sexy bounce of her fine ass. I grabbed my dick, giving it a few rubs, not surprised to find the pre-cum slipping from the slit. I watched her scrape the burnt cookies into the trash and then wash the baking sheet in the sink. Then she scooped another batch of cookies onto it and put them into the oven. Once she was done, she made the mistake of leaning over the counter. If she only knew the sight that she was presenting to my aching dick--all that creamy flesh, her plump ass thrust out, that wild hair falling halfway down her
back.
She was mumbling something beneath her breath. When I moved up behind her, she gasped and began to straighten up, but I leaned over her, pinning her in that position. I pulled her hair back and touched my mouth to her ear. "For future reference, don't challenge a man with what he can't have. He'll prove you wrong every time."
She thrust her ass back right against my dick. "Get off me, Moody."
She was trying to hold on to her irritation, but she couldn't disguise the slight quiver of need in her voice. I purposely thrust my dick right between her legs, making sure it glided against her wet pussy. She gasped and trembled. "You talk a good game, Bailey, but we both know I could mount you right fucking now, and you'd ride me till you came all over my dick."
She stilled. I wondered if it was because she was afraid that I would--or wouldn't--follow through with my threat.
"You're an arrogant bastard," she said after a moment. "Go ahead, force yourself on me."
I grinned. "Now that's funny." My dick throbbed with a mind of its own between her thighs. Fuck, a few hard thrusts, and I could get off this way. I wouldn't even have to put on a fucking condom. I moved again, and heard her catch her breath. Even better, I could get us both off. I lowered my head to the curve of her neck and shoulder and took a bite, and then soothed it with a lick. A whimper escaped her. She clamped her thighs together, squeezing my dick. I groaned.
"Wh--What are we, um doing, Moody?" she asked breathlessly.
I brought my hands up to her tits, taking one in each hand. "Making us feel good." It had been a long fucking time since I'd enjoyed having any woman in my hands, a long time since I'd taken the time to touch a woman, much less see to her needs. I wasn't an entirely selfish prick. Most of the time, excluding Cindy Baxter, I got the women off that I was with before I chased my own release, but the act itself was always cold and calculated.
Why did it feel so fucking different with Bailey?
"Your tits are perfect," I growled against her ear, moving my dick back and forth over the seam protecting her wet pussy. The sound of her little moans when I brushed between her folds and jabbed at her clit almost caused me to do something that I hadn't done in at least ten years, and that was enter a woman without protection. But that was one fucking rule that I never broke, no matter how good I knew it would feel. "You going to come again?"
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