16. Rune #2
I opened the door and stepped into the hallway before we did anything that could get us arrested.
I felt Duncan behind me, radiating sexual arousal.
We reached his tricked-out Wrangler in what had to be record time, and yet despite his obvious hurry to get me somewhere private, he still took the time to not just open my door for me but buckle my seatbelt.
He also drove so carefully it would have been infuriating if it wasn't so obviously motivated by a sweet and touching concern for my—our—safety.
I glanced at Duncan as he drove—his forearm muscles rippled as he gripped the steering wheel, his eyes constantly raking the road ahead as well as his mirrors; his jaw ticked and pulsed.
He reached up and scratched the back of his head, and that made his bicep bulge…
fuck, that was sexy. Even the way he glanced at me with heated eyes was unbearably sexy.
"Looking at me like that isn't helping, Rune," he muttered. "Barely keeping it together."
I reached across the space between our seat and rested my hand on his thigh. "Are we almost there?"
We hit a red light, and Duncan hissed. “Yes. Less than five minutes."
"I don't know if I can make it five minutes without touching you, Dunc," I whispered, sliding my hand toward his zipper.
The light turned green a moment or two later, and he gunned the engine so his tires barked as we bolted forward. He sped to the limit and then five over, constantly feathering the throttle in an attempt to stop himself from speeding too far over the limit.
My fingers danced over his zipper, and my own arousal rushed through me in a hot gush, soaking my underwear and making my nipples pebble into hard, sensitive points as his cock slowly unfurled against the confines of the zipper.
"Rune?" He growled through clenched teeth.
I flipped open his jeans and lowered the zipper millimeter by millimeter. "Duncan?"
He let out another low sighing groan as I traced my fingertips over the swell of his burgeoning cock, only the thin barrier of his underwear between my touch and his flesh.
He squealed around a corner and then gunned it, flying past mailboxes and driveways, helplessly pushing into my hand.
"Fuck," he snapped, impatiently furious—a UPS truck was blocking the whole road as the driver jogged a package to the door.
"Fuck this. I need you," I whispered, and dove my hand beneath elastic to grip hot flesh. Duncan growled wordlessly as I fisted his cock, and I echoed his growl with a needy whimper of my own.
"Hurry," I breathed.
I've never felt such need. Not ever. I needed Duncan. I needed his kisses. I needed his hands on my curves, I needed him to claim my body—my very soul.
"Dammit," Duncan groaned, "can you take any fucking longer, jackass?" The big brown delivery vehicle finally trundled past us, and Duncan mashed the gas pedal. "Fucking finally."
"How much longer, baby?" I whispered. "I need you inside me so fucking bad."
His cock pulsed at my words. Fuck, I needed him.
I whimpered at the throb of him in my hand, and needed…more. Just more.
"Fuck it." I released my seatbelt and bent over him, took him in my mouth, groaning long and loud as his hot, hard cock filled my mouth, the lush tang of his precum smearing on my tongue.
"Jesus, baby," Duncan gasped. "Careful or it'll be over before it starts. I haven't even jerked off since the last time we were together."
I whined desperately as I took more of him, greedily pumping his root with my fist and cupping and massaging the plump weight of his balls.
Gravity pulled at me as he drifted around another corner, and then the engine howled as he gunned it up their long, winding driveway. I was thrown forward against the steering wheel as he braked to a tire-barking halt, and he pulled at me. “Stop, sweetheart. There's no one home."
I didn't want to stop. I wanted his release. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel him lose control and give me everything.
He had other plans.
He physically pulled me away, his cock popping out of my mouth nosily. His palm cradled my cheek as he drew my face to his, lips moving against mine. "Feels great, Rune, but it's not what I need."
He was out of the car before I knew what was happening, draping his T-shirt over his crotch as he rounded the hood. My door flew open, I smelled his cologne and felt his heat as he leaned in and scooped me up in his arms.
"I can walk, Duncan," I whispered. "I'm twelve weeks pregnant, not handicapped."
He ignored this as he strode toward the garage's side door, which unlocked with a thumbprint.
The garage was dark and empty, motion sensors kicking on the lights as he carried me across the vacant space.
Content to let my man carry me, I busied myself with tasting his skin, knotting my fingers in his hair, and exploring his throat, jaw, mouth, temples, eyes—anywhere I could find to kiss.
My man.
My Duncan.
I heard a door shudder as he kicked it open, and then the loud slam as he kicked it shut.
Two steps, and then he deposited me with reverent gentility on his bed.
I reached for him, but he was busy multi-tasking—toeing off his shoes and unlacing mine, peeling off his shirt with one hand while dragging my leggings down with the other, taking my panties and socks with them.
I ripped my T-shirt and sports bra off—my breasts had enlarged a full size over the last few weeks, and none of my regular bras fit anymore.
By the time I had the two garments off, Duncan was naked and draping himself over my thighs.
"No, Dunc," I whispered. "Please. You can eat me out to your heart’s content later. Right now, I just need you inside me. I need you to make love to me."
“One taste," he murmured, the words lost against my thighs as he buried his face in my sex.
"Ohhh—f-f-fuck!" I cried as his tongue slipped against my clit, sending a pulsing blaze of arousal boiling through me. "Dunc!"
The sound he made, then, was beyond description—a feral noise that was purely male, entirely sexual, demanding, and appreciative. "Rune,” he whispered. "Sweet as fucking honey."
Heat billowed in ravaging waves as he devoured me, putting the lie to his claim of just one taste—I was rocking on the edge within seconds, arching off the bed with my heels scrabbling at the comforter, hips pivoting to grind my greedy pussy against his hungry mouth.
"Duncan! Oh Jesus, Dunc. YES!"
"Come for me, Smokeshow."
His command acted as a trigger. Or maybe it was just my body releasing when it was ready. Either way, I came the moment he told me to, a loud cry ripping from my throat as I clutched at his head and spasmed madly, shaking and shuddering and wailing as my orgasm tore me to pieces.
The moment I could move or form words again, I dragged him up to me. "Come here, Duncan. Now. Please."
He prowled up my body, and his gaze locked on my breasts. "Holy fuck, Rune." he knelt over me, cupping one breast, rolling a thumb over my erect nipple. "Did…did your tits get bigger ?"
I nodded. "Yes," I breathed. "And more sensitive."
He bent down to suckle my nipple, and I nearly came again just from that, jerking and gasping. "Holy shit, you're not kidding."
I reached down and grasped his cock, pumped his length, moaning as he continued lavishing attention on my breasts. "Please, Duncan. I need you inside me." I drew him closer, and then he was nudging my seam with his broad tip.
He hesitated, however, searching me. "We don't need…"
I shook my head, hooking my legs at his ass and pulling at him. "No, honey. I can't get any more pregnant."
I gripped his thick shaft and wedged him inside me, then cupped his face and mated my mouth to his.
His arms snaked under my neck, and my head was pillowed in the crook of his arms. There was another drawn-out moment of hesitation as we kissed, and then I thrust my hips against his at the same time that he drove into me, and I was forced to break the kiss as a wail of ecstasy sheared through me at the aching stretch of him filling me.
"Duncan!" I gasped. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god."
He was bare inside me, and nothing had ever felt better. The world, time, worries, needs, fears, everything fell away.
Duncan groaned as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, slowly. "Rune! Fuck—you feel…oh god, Rune."
"I know," I breathed. "I know."
When our hips met, I locked my legs high around his back, tipping my hips up to keep him deep. He rocked against me, moaning.
"Rune, I…" he rocked again, and I felt his cock throb and pulse, thickening inside me. "I'm sorry, I can't—fuck, fuck, you feel too good, Rune. I won’t last long.”
I whimpered as I felt him thrust as deep as he could physically go, speared to the root within me and rocking there in small, rolling thrusts, and I knew he was trying like hell to hold on, to hold back.
I squeezed around him with my inner muscles, scraping my nails down his back to claw at his iron-hard ass. "Don't hold back, Duncan. Come for me. Come right the fuck now.”
He shook his head, trembling with the effort to hold back. "Not yet, Rune, I want—I've barely—"
I rocked against him, squeezing and squeezing and squeezing around his cock, pulling at his ass, pumping my hips to take him in grinding thrusts. "Just come, Dunc, baby. I want you to. Please. Please come, my love.”
He gasped, a sound that was nearly a whimper. "Say that again."
I brushed his wild hair out of his eyes and brushed my thumb over his lips and kissed his eyes and thrust against him again and again, forcing him to meet me, to match me thrust for thrust. "Don't look away, Dunc.
" I kissed his mouth, sucked his tongue into my mouth and then ghosted my lips against his ear.
"Come inside me, my love. Right now. Please. "
"Oh fuck, Rune!" He drew back, hesitated, and then pounded into me, and I felt him come, then felt him release inside me.