Chapter 9 Percy
NINE
PERCY
Larkin paused beside the bed and placed me on the floor. I side-eyed him because I wanted him to rip my clothes off and plunge into me. But that probably wasn’t his style, and I let him take the lead. The end result would be him inside me.
He nuzzled the base of my throat, and I groaned.
Heat kindled in my belly even though clothes were still on and there were no cocks in sight.
He pulled the bottom of my shirt out of my jeans and placed his hands on my bare skin.
They were cooler than expected, which I relished because I was sweltering.
His fingers trailed over me, and my nipples hardened. My breathing grew harsh and uneven as his fingertips danced over my skin, and he tweaked my nipples. I drew in a sharp breath as he squeezed one, and slick slid from my hole, coating my ass and thighs.
He pulled the shirt up and replaced his fingers with his mouth. Oh gods, where did he learn to do that with his tongue? He teased and suckled and flicked and finally gave my hard nipple a nudge with his nose.
I moaned and tangled my fingers in his hair, but he paused, and with a mouth full of nipple asked, “Is this okay?”
“Mmmm, more than, though this is better.”
I pulled Larkin onto me, and we toppled onto the mattress. “I prefer this to standing up.”
“Turns out, I do too.” He ground against me, forcing more blood into my cock.
I circled a finger over my chest. “Back to what you were doing, lieutenant.”
He chuckled and sat astride me. The bulge in his jeans suggested I was in for a long, hot, sweaty ride.
Larkin undid the top button on my shirt. I’d never given buttons much thought, but his hands undoing it created more heat just under the skin. But I was too impatient, and I ripped my shirt open so the remaining buttons soared into the air and vanished.
I got up on my elbows and studied the man fate had sent me. But he shoved me back, and I bounced on the soft mattress. Leaning over me, he kissed along my jaw. When he reached my ear, he tugged the soft lobe and nibbled it, and goosebumps trailed behind in his wake
“Just like that,” I whispered.
“I love taking care of you.” He drew back and licked one finger before tracing around my mouth. But I grabbed it and bit down hard.
He yelped, and his eyes drew dark. His chest heaved up and down, and I shivered because the look he was giving me was one of hunter to prey. Yes, please.
His nose grazed mine as he slammed his mouth on my lips.
I was taken back to the stolen kiss beside the truck, but now we were protected by four walls and the outside world couldn’t penetrate our cocoon.
I slung my arms around his neck and inhaled his unique smoky aroma. My cock stiffened further because his enticing scent beckoned and teased me like a siren call.
Larkin probed my lips and I parted them, needing him inside me. His tongue brushed against mine, but it was tentative, as if he was wary about sticking it down my throat. Our breath mingled as the kiss deepened, and I curled my tongue around his.
He pulled away and blew on my lips before he made his way down my body, kissing, nibbling, and licking. He made short work of getting my jeans off. I raised my head as I anticipated Larkin removing my briefs, maybe shredding them.
He inserted two fingers into the waistband and slid them lower until my arousal sprang out, slapping him on the cheek. He grinned and slid a finger along the shaft but turned me on my side and fingered my hole.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered as he kissed over my hip and licked down my butt crack.
I took his hand and brought it to my mouth, licking the slick from his fingers and smacking my lips when I finished.
“Greedy, aren’t you.”
“Mmmm, so we’d better hurry because I’m famished.”
I wanted more, and I needed it faster. Flipping Larkin onto his back, I lowered his pants over his hips and rubbed my slick-coated butt on his huge cock.
“Your ass is a thing of beauty.” He grabbed both cheeks and squeezed.
A tingling spread though me to my fingers and toes, and I whimpered and angled my hips one way and the other. Now it was Larkin’s turn for his mouth to gape.
“Like that, do you?” His dark eyes smoldered.
“Lift your hips.”
He smirked. “Because you didn’t get a good enough peek at my dick in the woods?”
“No. I want you to fuck me.” I rolled my eyes. “But yeah, getting to gaze at your cock isn’t exactly a hardship.”
Larkin threw me off him. Oh, maybe I was getting hard, fast, and heavy.
And his clothes were gone in seconds. I was on my back with him hovering over me, his engorged hard-on dangling over me.
He nudged my thighs apart, and I raised my knees.
I took hold of his cock and rubbed the bead of pre-cum on the tip.
Larkin paused.
“Too much?”
“You’re never too much. I can’t get enough of you.” He put his hand over mine and rubbed the head of his cock over my hole. “Tell me what you want?”
“Other than being fucked?” I clenched my butt in anticipation. “I want your big dick to slide into me slowly, inch by inch, and then for you to speed up and fuck me hard.”
He grinned and placed the tip on my puckered hole. “I can do that.”
“Stop talking.”
Gripping his shaft, I eased in the head. I exhaled one long satisfied breath because he was in me and we were finally together.
We kept our eyes on one another. I couldn’t bear to not witness whatever he was experiencing. But his tiny breaths spoke to me, along with his trembling hands at my side while his eyes reflected what I assumed was in mine: desire.
Larkin’s cock was not only long but the girth had me wondering if he would fit all the way in. But he glided in, thanks to the copious amounts of slick. I panted and raised my knees further so they were close to my chest and now he was deep inside me, his length buried up to the hilt.
“I love you.”
He placed a gentle kiss on my brow. “I love you too.”
“No, you have to understand, Larkin. I love you so much it hurts, in a good way.”
“Just as I adore you.”
I smirked and he raised a brow. Maybe he knew me too well already.
“Oh, you want more.” He pulled out and slammed into me again.
Shit, he took my breath away and my ability to speak. I slapped his ass and he did that thing again where he poked out the tip of his tongue. Fuck, that drove me crazy because he looked so damned hot and sexy and suave.
Larkin leaned close and blew a trail of cool breaths over my chest and throat. I shivered because I was hot and cold at the same time. Damn, this alpha confusing the fuck out of me.
Putting his weight on his hands so his muscles strained, he withdrew but entered me again slowly so I felt every one of his long inches. Gods I was so full and he fit inside me so snugly like this was always meant to be.
“I’ve never felt like this.” I stroked his cheek.
“Good because you’re mine.” He nipped at my throat, not enough to break the skin but to tell me he was claiming me.
Larkin plowed into me and the headboard—the one he made—banged on the wall, signaling we were fucking. He pushed damp hair off my brow and damn him, I almost melted under his gaze. I wasn’t the melty type but because of this man, perhaps I was now.
I squeezed his rounded ass because it deserved to be worshipped and smacked and pinched.
He whispered, “Do you want to ride me?”
I freaking did. I squeezed his cock hard and he grunted.
Oh, there were those predator eyes again.
He looked as though he was going to devour me but without waiting for my answer, he took hold of me and rolled us over.
I found myself on top, legs astride him and his big beautiful cock was still wedged deep inside my channel.
I wriggled my ass and ground against him, and thanks to the slick I glided over him. He gasped and gripped my thighs, digging his nails deep into the skin. But I liked the contrast of sharp pain and the immense pleasure of him inside me.
I hoisted myself up and peered between my legs at his length, glistening with slick while more of the sticky slipperiness trickled onto both of us. I grinned as I gripped him with my knees and he placed both hands on my hips. But I nudged his hands away and slammed onto him.
“Larkin!” Oh shoot, I bent forward as desire slammed into me, almost knocking me off balance.
“I’m yours, babe, and gods, I love when you say my name.” He gripped my slick-coated ass and gave it a squeeze.
His voice was husky, almost gravely and I almost came just listening to him. Trying to get enough air into my lungs while savoring the waves of pleasure crashing over me was a struggle but when he walked his hands over my thigh and onto my cock, I moaned.
“Yes.”
He tugged it and I grunted and closed my eyes. What was this man doing to me?
As if he could read my thoughts, he mumbled, “Double the fun,” and pumped my length.
Lifting myself up, I fell onto Larkin’s cock and we both whimpered. But again, this man sensed what I needed and with one hand wrapped around my length, he helped me up with the other and I took him in again.
“I want you all day, every day.”
“Maybe that can be arranged,” I panted.
Now we had found our rhythm. He was both tugging me and lifting me up so he could fill me with cock. Sweat slid into my eyes and hair and trickled over my chest. The heat inside me intensified as I said his name and how much he meant to me and why I wanted to be by his side forever.
The anticipation was building as sweat and slick combined as his cock claimed me, and my breaths became ragged pants.
“Larkin, I can’t…” I couldn’t finish the sentence as my orgasm hurtled toward me.
“Let me hear you come, babe.”
I slid over his cock once more and squeezed around him as I was swept away on a wave of pleasure. Cum spurted over Larkin and I clutched onto him while riding it out.
He arched his back, told me he loved me and stiffened as he toppled over the edge and cum surged inside me.
My head tilted to the side, I didn’t have the energy to hold it up and my body was jelly. But Larkin held me tight while his knot swelled inside me. He eased me onto the bed and we lay in each other’s arms as we panted.
“My body claimed you and now I want to mark you as my mate.” He kissed my shoulder.
“Let’s do it.”
Our claws extended, Larkin’s beast’s and mine. He scraped his over my chest so the mark would be hidden by my uniform, while my beast marked his shoulder, close to the base of his throat. His collar would cover the mark at work.
His knot was still swollen so we held one another and our deep, satisfied breaths punctuated the stillness.