Chapter 5
LILA
Stop it, Lila. Don’t get carried away.
It’s difficult to listen to this sensible inner voice. Boone stands in his checkered shirt and torn jeans, his huge body threatening to burst through every seam.
He walks toward me slowly, his eyes fixed on mine, the edge of his mouth twitching in a smirk, his beard shaping around the movement. He can read me. He knows. Fuck. I can see it on his face.
He knows how badly that made me want him.
“I’m glad nobody’s stood up for you like that,” he says fiercely. “Because that’s my job.”
“We only met—”
“No more of that, you cute, perfect city girl,” he interrupts.
When he squeezes my hands in his, temptation shivers up my arms and through me. I didn’t even know it was possible to get this wet. It’s a relentless flow that only exists for Boone.
“I don’t care when we met. It’s a fucking fact that nobody gets to disrespect you. Full stop.”
The kiss is like a detonation. My lips sizzle against my underwear, my nipples hot, my mind sparking with ideas of what we could do. Nerves attempt to tighten around the excitement, but I can’t let them.
“Shall we go back to the lodge?” I murmur. “Before the storm comes back?”
He brushes hair from my face, tucks it romantically behind my ear. “I know what you’re saying, Snapshot.”
“Snapshot?” I whisper.
“Your passion. The fact that every moment with you is like a snapshot I never thought a grim savage fuck like me would ever get. The fact I want to capture every second like you capture your photographs. It’s a fitting nickname.”
Suddenly, he picks me up. It’s like I’m flying for a moment. Then I’m in his arms, his touch sinking insatiably into my legs, his thick fighter’s fingers claiming my thighs.
“Let’s get you home.” He breathes hard and hot.
“But first…” He kisses me again with husky hunger, like he can’t go too long without our lips touching or he starts getting withdrawals.
“You need to understand something. Those bastards could come back with ten of their friends and an arsenal of weapons, and I’d still force them to either apologize to you or swallow their damn teeth. That’s a promise.”
I squeeze my legs together, my entrance leaking and aching and tempting. Willing me to do it. Go all the way. Let him paint me with savage brushstrokes.
He carries me all the way home, kicks open the door to the lodge, and strides toward the staircase. Abby looks up from Monopoly and gasps. I give her a thumbs-up, exhilarated, drunk even. Drunk on this mountain man.
“Fuck,” he growls, when we’re finally alone in my bedroom.
His hands tear at my clothes between kisses. He pulls my hoodie over my head and then tears at my shirt like it owes him money. My bra comes loose when he bites on it, tears it with his teeth.
When my breasts spill free, he bends forward to take them in his mouth. Then he looks up at me with awe.
“Fucking hell. I could spend an hour just playing with these big juicy tits. Absolutely fucking perfect.”
He pushes my breasts together like he’s been waiting his whole life for me. When he sucks my nipple, massaging the other, the sensation is new and exciting. My head swims.
“I need your pussy,” he moans, his hand sliding over my belly, toward my pants. “Hear that, Snapshot? Not want. I need your tight little hole.”
He gently pushes me onto the bed then grabs my pants and pulls them. I grip the sheets to stop from going with them. Suddenly, I’m naked and he’s still fully clothed, staring down at me with amazement, his chest heaving as if he’s going to lose control.
“Fu… fuck.” He falls to his knees. “Your pussy is glistening for me. Shining with your wetness. You’re fucking soaked for me. Soaked.”
“Hmm,” I moan, all I can say.
“You want it,” he growls.
“Yes.”
He looks up at me. “That wasn’t a question. Your perfect soppy slit is evidence enough.”
He stands, tears down his jeans and his boxers.
His cock springs up, unbelievably big, a staff of pure lust. His swollen, huge end glimmers with a dollop of precum.
In fact, his entire length is shiny with it.
He steps to the edge of the bed and guides his thickness towards my entrance.
He rubs the huge tip up and down over my slickness.
I whimper as pleasure surges through me.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, zeroing in against my hole. He pushes gently … and again.
Pleasure kisses me, but my body won’t cooperate.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Don’t you dare apologize,” he growls. “If I can’t fit in, it’s because you drive me so wild that I’ve forgotten my manners. I need to make you good and slippery first.”
He falls to his knees, grabs greedy handfuls of my thighs. Every touch pushes me closer to the edge. I’m gushing like a waterfall, every second getting wetter, hornier, readier.
“It might be because I’m a virgin,” I say softly. Barely loud enough to hear my own voice. His hands claim more of my thighs, squeezing possessively. “What did you just say?” he growls. “Repeat.”
“I’ve never done this before. Maybe that’s why?”
He shudders. “Nobody’s ever touched this horny-as-fuck hole before?”
“No,” I whisper. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
“Anything like this?”
When I shake my head, he looks at my pussy with a new sense of appreciation. He’s feasting on me with his eyes.
“Nobody’s ever tasted these juices? Never fingered this little hole?”
“Never,” I moan.
“Fuuuck!”
Forget about feasting with his eyes. Now, he just feasts.
He grabs my ass with his hands and pulls me against him, opening his mouth wide and pushing it against my pussy. His tongue devours as if he can’t get enough of my taste, stroking over my lips and my hole and my clit. I twitch when he focuses on my nub.
He reads the twitch, his fingers grip into me with more pressure. It’s like he wants to hold me in place as he claims me with his tongue.
He focuses on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, pushing his tongue against it. His groans and grunts are somehow the sexiest part. A bear satiating itself. Indulging. I’m his prize. I’ve never felt so wanted.
Soon, the pressure in my inner thighs becomes too much.
An orgasm shatters. My toes curl. My hole pulses and shivers with the release.
He moves his hand to my clit and keeps rubbing as his mouth opens over my mouth, tasting my juices.
When it’s over, he stands again, rubbing his palm over my slickness and stroking it up and down his solid length.
“Wait,” I murmur.
He raises an eyebrow.
“I want to see you too,” I say.
He grins then pulls his shirt, the buttons popping, shrugs it off to reveal his sculpted torso. Every muscle is tense, solid.
Grabbing his slick shaft, he guides his end to my slit again. I gasp as he pushes against my entrance. He’s so, so big. He groans as he tries to fit.
“Maybe the first-time nerves are getting the better of me,” I whisper. “I’m sor—”
“Don’t apologize to me,” he growls. “Even this, Lila, rubbing my cock against your horny pussy like this, against your clit and lips, it’s gonna make me bust.”
I shift my hips in time with him, more pleasure teasing me as he grinds his thickness between my lips and over my clit.
“Yeah?” I moan.
“Fuck, yeah. Yeah. Push your tits together.”
I do as he says without hesitation. There’s something so sexy about him taking the lead.
“You want me to come all over your pussy,” he snarls.
“Yes, yes.” I gasp.
“Then say it. Beg.”
“Come on my pussy,” I whimper as he gets quicker, his shaft grinding burningly against my clit. “Please. I beg you. Come all over my pussy.”
“Fuck, fuck.” He can barely catch his breath. “I’m—going—to …”
“Please,” I moan. “Come on my …”
I can’t speak anymore. Neither can he. The friction is like a fire about to start. When his husky gasps turn throaty, I know he’s about to erupt. I lean up on my elbows, bouncing up and down with him.
As hot come blows out of his huge hard dick, my body gifts me with another orgasm, a crash like a wave breaking over a beach, slickness flowing out of me.
He comes all over my lower belly and my sex, then stumbles back, shuddering all over.
“Snapshot,” he murmurs. “You’re too damn perfect for a man like me.”
“Huh? What does that mean?”
He shakes his head, turns away. “You’re young and curvy and talented and so beautiful, you’re like a painting. The way you moan has me losing my mind. Speaking of minds, of personalities … you’ve got a good soul. Your passion is off the charts. You’re na?ve in the cutest way.”
I stand, wipe down, find my clothes, pull them on. He looks for his shirt.
The silence which accompanies us as we get dressed isn’t awkward. It’s the most comfortable silence I’ve ever shared with a person.
When we’re clothed, I take his hands and look up into his eyes. Visions of standing like this at an altar flash across my dreamy thoughts.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Boone,” I say.
“I’m a savage who fights in a cage for cash. I was born dirt-poor to parents who were addicted to drugs. I spent my entire life fighting. First because I had to. Then because I liked it. Then to earn my living.”
“Are you saying you don’t want me?” I ask.
His answer is to crush me with a kiss, lifting me off my feet and placing me on the desk. I wrap my legs around him, grind up and down.
He’s hard again. Already. Solid and full of tension.
“Fuck no,” he moans.
“Then you better stop all that silly talk. Right now.
See? I can give orders too.”
He smiles.