Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
HARRIET
Is it the numerous drinks I’ve had? Or am I an idiot? Maybe a little bit of both because I said, “For you to kiss me like you really mean it.”
This dark, sensual, intense expression makes its way across his features before he mutters, “Fuck it.”
Then suddenly, he’s reaching around me, grabbing my ass, and hauling me up into his arms before his lips claim mine in a hot, hard kiss. Much like the one from earlier, but this was filled with longing and desperation. I could only respond in kind.
How long did I desire this? His lips on mine. Our tongues fighting for dominance. Oh, he tastes of mint and cinnamon. How does he taste so good? My legs wrap around his waist, and I feel the hard evidence of his desire pressing against the crotch of my shorts. Oh, he feels nice.
“Keep rubbing my cock like a needy little kitty, and you might get exactly what your body is begging for, Harriet.”
“Yes.” Oh, Lord.
I’ve lost it completely. That would be the main reason I don’t drink. I’m terribly lightweight when it comes to alcohol, but they never hit me until hours later.
And I’m feeling it! Feeling bold and confident isn’t my forte but get a couple of margaritas and cocktails in me, and I’m a glutton for rashness and impulsivity.
Feeling bold, I run my hands down the long, hard length of his chest and abs and rub my hand over the bulge in his jeans.
Sweet Lord in Heaven. He fills out more of my hand than I can grab hold of. Riftan sucks in a hard breath but doesn’t say anything, only lets me freely touch him as I please.
“Harriet. Fuck. Touch me, temptress. Touch me however you wish. My body is yours to command, love.”
Is he still pretending? He’s been great all night at dinner, kissing my neck, keeping his hand on my thigh, rubbing circles against my skin, which made me drink even more because if I were sober, I’d be too shy to do what I’m doing now— and keeping a close watch on Judy and me the whole time at the casino was enchanting and sweet. Even though we drank, he didn’t. Only kept our glasses filled or made us drink water in between cocktails. He was the perfect gentleman. Completely sober even though I’m not.
“Can I? You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to.”
Yes, I said it. My tongue is loose, and I’m volunteering too much. Even though he confessed back in the limo how much he desires me and has since he got out of the Marines, we were in front of my sorority sisters. That could’ve been an act— something a lover would say to keep his companion happy. I saw the jealousy in my friends' gazes— not Judy; she looked at us like we were crazy in love and couldn’t be happier for me— but I liked how it felt. Riftan looks like every woman’s fantasy. I’m sure some of them think how a girl like me got with a guy like him.
A size sixteen, hundred and ninety-pound short stack like me landed the hot, broody, sexy six-and-a-half-foot tall beefcake on a stick.
Even though I saw Sandra’s hand sliding up Riftan’s thigh at dinner, his reaction to it thrilled and surprised me. Sandra is like the epitome of a man’s dream girl. Tall. Phenomenal body. Talented. Ambitious.
Half the time, I look like a denim ad for Walmart.
Attractive, right? Yeah, I didn’t think so. I wouldn’t call myself ugly, but I’m nothing like the girls I rushed with.
I feel Riftan’s hand on the nape of my neck while his other is on my bottom, keeping me locked in his arms.
“This body is yours, Harriet. Do as you please.”
Rubbing the thick girth beneath his jeans, I ask what I’ve always wanted to. “I want to touch you, Riftan. I also… want to put my mouth on you too.”
This burst of giggles escapes as my head slams into his chest.
I’ve never actually gone down on a guy before, believe it or not, and there’s something in the way Riftan looks at me that makes me feel more daring. I look back into his eyes and see lust but also wonder and a little bit of apprehension.
“You sure about that, Harriet? Once you take me as your true lover, I’m never going to leave you alone.”
Why does that sound so bad but so good at the same time?
“You scared?”
This growl emerges from the back of his throat, and suddenly, my jaw is gripped tightly, but not enough to cause pain as his lips slant over mine. Taking. Claiming. Demanding.
Oh, yes, please. Were all the men I dated before wussies? I’ve never been grabbed and manhandled with such gentleness or desire before. I liked it.
“Scared? Oh, temptress. I’ve waited for you for years. You want me; you need to show me.”
“Then let me.” I give him my best smolder and then wiggle free until I’m back on my feet. “Sit down on the bed.”
When he smirks at me like that, it makes me feel brazen. He does as he’s told but doesn’t move otherwise. When his black gaze finds mine, he boldly states, “Have me at your leisure, temptress.”
Why does that endearment send such giddy feelings throughout my body?
My hungry eyes swallow his body like a fiend, and I drop to my knees in front of his spread legs. My hands shake a little as I reach up to the belt on his jeans. “Can you take your?—
Before I could finish that statement, his polo and white tee were ripped from his body in one fluid motion. While he doesn’t have a six-pack like all those bodice-ripper romances I read have, he’s deliciously muscular and broad. Only a smattering of hair covers his chest and thins out as it travels down to his jeans.
Am I secretly comparing him to every guy I’ve ever been with or made love to right now?
Yes. This man is the epitome of rugged masculinity, and he has no problem letting me take the lead.
A shuddering breath leaves me as my eyes drink him in.
“Like what you see?”
“Yes.” I’m breathless, needy, and a bit greedy because… this is the man I’ve fantasized about for years. All those little confessions about wanting me may have gone to my head as bad as the liquor.
“Unbuckle me, Harriet. See what you do to me.”
Taking a deep breath, and with shaky hands, I reach for his belt, and when I’ve unzipped his jeans, my heart pounds a little bit harder. My breath escapes in hard pants, and this exciting thrill races through my veins.
“So, you know, this is the first time I’m doing this to a man, so please, try not to hate it too much.”
A shuddering breath skirts past my cheek, and I look up to see his gaze blazing a black inferno. “First time? Sweet Jesus. You shouldn’t have told me that. Knowing that, now all you have to do is breathe on my naked cock, and your face might get a surprise before either one of us gets to enjoy anything.” The sullen tone in his voice has me giggling. He clucks his tongue, rolling his eyes. “Naughty temptress. I’m waiting patiently.”
There’s a challenge in his tone I can’t ignore. Biting my lip, I push my hand into his jeans and cup his rod with my palm. When it jerks, I yank my hand back with surprise. “Is that normal?”
I look up to find his gaze on fire. His jaw is locked tight, but there’s this smile on his face that says he’s close to losing control.
“Yes, Harriet. You touched it, and it reacted. Are you going to leave him stranded, or are you going to take responsibility for what you did to me and wrap those gorgeous lips around him like you want to?”
“When you put it like that, I’ll do my best.”
“I know you will, temptress.”
His praise has me wrapping my hand around the base, but I don’t feel the tip yet. The few times I’ve touched the men I’m with, one hand is all it takes, and it completely wraps around it. My thumb usually brushes over the tip, but my thumb is brushing against more length. Curious, I put my other hand on top and around, and yet… no tip.
“What in God’s name are you doing, Harriet?”
I withdraw my hand and stroke him more firmly, and I gasp. “It’s still going. How big are you? Oh, my goodness. How is that possible?
“Harriet Anna Marks. You’re killing me, woman.” The growl in his voice doesn’t stop me from placing the hand at his base on top, and then I feel the tip.
“Sweet Jesus. I’m killing you? How’s that gonna fit? Your penis is going to murder my mouth.”
“Maybe I’ll be better than mediocre. However, it isn’t the length that matters but how you make a woman feel with the instincts God gave man.”
The second my mind conjured up another woman doing this to him, instant rage and jealousy burned through me like lava. “I don’t think I wanna know how you made other women feel. With their mouths or otherwise, Riftan.”
I feel his hand curve around the back of my neck, gently massaging the tendon before he tells me, “Good. I don’t plan on telling you besides it’s here and now that matters and how I’m going to make you feel. Well, after this, anyway.”
“What’s going to happen after?”
Oh, the liquid courage is still strong within me.
“I promise to make you feel boneless, and then you’ll sleep like you’ve never slept before.”
“With a promise like that, you better deliver, Riftan Monroe McKiernan.”
“Ooh, my full name. Like that stern, bossy mouth of yours, temptress. You should put it to good use.”
The implication is clear, and without much more provocation, I pull back his briefs, his erection springs free, and once again, I’m taken by surprise. He’s so much bigger than I originally anticipated. However, I will do exactly as he told me to do. When I bring my lips forward, the tip instantly leaks a pearly white drop, and while it’s strange— I’ve never seen a man ejaculate before, so yeah, it’s weird to me— I’m also a little excited to taste what he’s like and how the long length of him is going to fit in my mouth.
“Told you, you breathe on it, and it’s going to get excited.”
I smile as my tongue darts out and licks over the red-crowned tip of him, and the musky taste of him fills my senses with some deep, internal, primeval satisfaction. I’m making this man feel like this. Me. I’m the one making him react to me this way. A giddy, irrational feeling swirls within me, and I lick around the tip before sucking him between my lips.
“Holy Jesus, Mary, Mother of God.”