Chapter 16
Bronc
Ishoved open the heavy door to our cabin and pulled Juliet inside like a man desperate for air.
Her back hit the door with a low thud as I pushed her against it, burying my face in the curve of her neck sucking across my claiming mark.
I worked the hooks of her overalls until they pooled at her feet and she kicked them away.
Her scent, a mix of her usual ginger and sugar mixed with lust and love, filled my senses.
The damp silk of her panties was no match for my searching hand.
The sound of our feet scuffed on the wooden floor, mingling with her startled gasps and the rhythm of my deliberate mouth.
Each lick, each motion was a command, drawing out the raw urgency between us.
She trembled beneath me, panting as her head tilted back against the door.
My tongue found a frantic rhythm, dragging along the column of her throat in swift, demanding strokes.
Her hair came loose from its knot and spilled over my fingers, and I could smell the soft scent of her arousal as my fingers found her wet and wanting.
The cabin echoed with the creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath our restless feet.
With each shift, the door let out a groan, a counterpoint to the soft, fervent sounds escaping her lips.
Her hands clawed at my back, nails biting into the fabric of my shirt beneath my cut as she pressed her hips closer.
Her cries rose to a fevered pitch as my fingers worked in insistent, knowing circles.
It pulled an almost feral cry from her, high and breathless, and her legs quivered under the strain.
I stepped closer, trapping her with the solid weight of my body.
Her bare skin was hot to the touch, a heat that I swore burned hotter than the September sun.
Her lashes fluttered like she couldn’t decide if the weight of my stare or the pressure of my fingers was more intense.
The sharp scent of sweat mixed with the smell of wood of the cabin rose as our movements continued in an urgent, frantic rhythm.
She bucked against me with every stroke.
My voice rumbled against her neck, low and sure.
My words measured, commanding. “Don’t hold back from me, Juliet.
Let go.” Her cries turned to breathless pleas as her hands fisted my shirt, a sudden burst of wild energy as she arched toward me.
My mouth never left her neck, the steady pace of my tongue keeping time with the movements of my hand.
The entryway amplified her gasps, her voice raw and unrestrained as I continued my relentless, driving pace.
I felt the vibrations of her moans run down my throat as I pressed harder against her, finally claiming her mouth with mine.
Her lips opened instinctively to the insistent flick of my tongue, and her knees buckled as her body convulsed with the force of my demands.
The cabin wrapped around us, every sound magnified, each creak a note in the frantic symphony we created.
I moved my mouth back to the claiming mark on her neck, relentless in my rhythm, insistent in my drive.
Her skin tasted of salt and sugar; her voice nothing more than a collection of jagged gasps and breathy pleas.
My name on her lips sounded like destiny.
More than I deserved. I wanted to tell her everything in my heart.
How much she made me feel. My words blended into the movement, the timber of my voice drawing out her cries as my hand moved faster, sure of its path.
“You are more than I ever dreamed of, mate.” I growled my Alpha instincts filling her.
The cabin closed in, holding us in a moment of sharp, dizzying clarity where the only thing that mattered was the insistent push of my fingers and the raw, desperate sounds that came from her.
Her moans rose and fell in quick succession, her back arching, and her eyes locked on mine.
The force of it took her voice, replaced by a low, guttural moan that was as full of satisfaction as it was of longing.
Every movement between us was frenzied. We let the raw urgency consume us.
Her scent wrapped around my senses. I wanted to pull every ounce of pleasure from her as my fingers worked faster against the swell of her.
Her hands slipped from my shirt and clawed at the door behind her as her body jerked forward with each insistent motion.
Head thrown back, she exposed more of that beautiful, delicate skin to the push of my mouth.
Her scream of release bounced off the walls of the entryway, ragged and uncontrolled, and I felt it everywhere.
Her muscles tensed as the force of it ripped through her, as my fingers continued their assault, as I refused to stop until I had wrung every last shudder and every last desperate cry from her lips.
The air felt like it crackled with energy as I pulled her into my arms and up the narrow stairs. She wore only her shirt, bra, and panties by the time I set her down in our room, the dim light casting moving shadows across our skin.
“Strip Juliet.” My command was steady. My words drove her forward as she tossed the overalls she had carried.
Her urgency increased with each frantic movement as she fumbled with her boots.
“Hurry.” The single word cut through the thick air, sharpening her focus.
She pulled them free, then quickly tore off her tank top and panties and threw them on the pile at her feet.
Her bra followed with a quick snap, and I could see the sharp rise and fall of her chest as she stood before me, bare and exposed and beautiful.
I didn’t waste time on admiration. My own shirt came off in a single motion, landing on top of hers with precise, calculated abandon.
“Get on your knees.” The sharp timber of my voice left her no choice, no room to doubt or delay.
Her wide eyes met mine as she dropped to her knees in front of me, the hallway’s shadows playing across her bare skin in wild, unrestrained patterns.
“Remove my boots, then unbutton and unzip my jeans, then pull them down.” Her little pink tongue licked her bottom lip as she worked my boots free.
She then leaned up on her knees and reached for the button of my jeans.
Her face was adorable as she concentrated on the job.
After a minute, she worked the button free and unzipped my jeans and maneuvered them down my legs.
Her face was full of admiration as I stepped out of them.
God, my cock was straining against my boxer briefs, wanting to bust free.
“Now, free my cock. And I’m gonna need you to be quick about it.
I’m dying for it to be wrapped in your sweet lips. ”
She quickly got back up on her knees and pulled the elastic of my briefs towards her face so she could ease them down. My cock stood directly at attention. While she freed the underwear from my feet; I stroked my erection in anticipation.
My stare pinned her there, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips.
Her hair spilled over her shoulders, a tangled mess that added to the reckless beauty of the moment.
I could hear the wild thump of my pulse, the loud rush of blood in my ears as her hands found my hips.
Her breath came hot and fast against my skin.
The weight of my stare was a tangible thing, demanding, pulling, ensuring her actions were exactly what I intended.
She didn’t break eye contact, even as she leaned forward, even as she gasped my name and the room echoed with the raw urgency between us.
The air felt charged, heavy with the tension that sizzled like a live wire.
Her hands moved with confident precision, tracing paths along the lines of my hips.
I couldn’t help the low growl that rose in my throat, couldn’t help the way my fingers tangled in her hair, urging her closer, deeper, more.
My control felt as if it might snap. The ragged edge of restraint sharpened by the sight of her and the sound of her, the reality of her on her knees.
My voice was a guttural rumble, pushing her to give me everything she had, everything she was, every single piece until she was bare and helpless in the face of my demands.
“Put your mouth on me, Juliet.” Her tiny hands grasped me as she led with her tongue, licking the pre-cum off the tip of my dick before taking the whole of me into her mouth.
The growl that left my chest folded her ever so much, bringing out her own hum that zapped my chest. “Take me as deep as you can, sweetheart.” And I’ll be damned if she didn’t take me to the back of her throat.
My hips surged forward as I gripped her head in my hands.
I swear I saw the bulge of my cock in her throat.
Her hands kept me there as her tongue moved along the underside, massaging the vein that ran its length as she sucked.
Her saliva bathed my shaft as her hands reached for my balls, stroking them with feather-light touches.
I felt like a teenage pup about to fucking lose my load within the first five minutes.
I quickly pulled her off of me before I came down her throat.
The look of bewilderment on her face was so sweet.
I pulled her up and consumed her mouth, caging her face with my hands with my searing kiss.
She reached for me, wrapping her legs around my waist.