Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
IRIS
“C lovely is…” Iris faltered as they drove through the quiet town at 11:30 later that night. “Well, there’s no other way to put it. It’s cute as fuck. I can’t believe it.”
They’d run out the front door of Sumac Manor and to their car, speeding away. Iris had called all the inns, B all she could focus on were his lips as she leaned on one elbow over him.
“Sam,” she said, her eyes roaming his face filtered with navy moonlight.
He stopped rubbing her fingers and licked his lips. The rise and fall of his chest quickened.
Need simmered all the way down into her core, and she squirmed for relief.
Fuck it.
“I don’t want to be friends,” she whispered, staring at his lips.
“Thank god .”
Sam’s hand threaded in her hair and crushed her to him, holding her head as he plundered her mouth.
She melted against him, licking into his mouth with a moan.
Yes, yes, yes.
His hands, his tongue, his arms were everywhere. He held her head and she felt precious, like he desperately wanted her right there.
He tasted salty and sweet, and she pressed her hips into his, shocked at the erotic feel of his open-mouthed kisses that were urgent, hungry.
Attraction and need consumed her. She wrapped her arms around him, needing to feel every muscle she’d stared at for so long. He rolled her over in his arms, and she broke away from the kiss, gasping.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
His lips grazed her throat. “You okay?” he said, slowing down.
“Definitely, it’s just… oh my god you’re gonna get such a big head when I say this,” she huffed.
“Try me,” he murmured against her skin. He sucked on her earlobe, and she moaned shamelessly.
“Oh god…it’s…it’s never been this good,” she sighed.
He pulled back with a raised eyebrow, victorious. “Yeah?” He looked wolfishly hungry for her.
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Good,” he whispered as his mouth met hers again. He rolled on top of her, and she loved feeling all of his weight against her. She wanted him to pin her down and do unspeakable, amazing things to her.
His cock was hard against her hip, and she clenched her thighs on either side of his just thinking about it. She took deep, gasping breaths.
His hand started slowly, sneaking up the side of her hip to her waist line. Ever impatient, she grabbed it and moved it to her tits, wanting him right there.
He grasped her breast, pressing in and savoring the feeling. He dropped his head against her shoulder. “Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
A slow smile crawled on her lips. He’s thought about me.
He swiped a thumb over her breast, finding her hard nipple poking through the soft fabric of her bra. She gasped at the tug of desire that shot straight to her clit.
“You have”—his thumb swiped and swiped, winding her up higher than she’d thought possible—“objectively the best tits I’ve ever seen,” he huffed against her skin. He kissed her clavicle, then down to the top of her breasts. She’d worn a scoop neck shirt that evening and had never been more grateful for it.
The scratch of his stubble grazed her skin as he kissed and licked along the curved line. She raked her nails through his hair, and a new wave of his cologne scent sent her pussy into overdrive. She pressed his face into her as she writhed under him.
He slyly brushed the sides of her shirt onto her shoulders, exposing more and more of her tits. He pulled her bra cup down so she spilled out, and he stopped, laying his forehead on her breast.
“You okay?” she asked, raking her nails through his smooth hair again.
“Just…” He inhaled through his nose. “Trying to make this last as long as possible. You are perfect.” He looked up at her with wonderstruck eyes. “I just, I need—” He cut himself off, kissing her breast as he pulled the other cup down, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her hips shot up with need, grinding against him.
“Do that until…” she gasped. “…until the end of time.”
He pinched her other nipple, toying with her.
“Don’t stop. Fuck,” she moaned as he sucked on her, bringing her to a boiling point. He licked and licked until she was writhing under him.
She pushed him to his back, unable to take it any longer, and straddled him. Yes . Sweet relief, as her clit felt friction against the hard cock in his jeans.
Her shirt was half on, and her tits bounced as she ground herself against his cock. His left hand gripped her hip, rocking her harder against him, and his right caressed her breast. She closed her eyes, feeling worshiped. He moved up to her neck and pulled her down for a kiss, lips and tongues tangling.
This wasn’t working out unspent lust. This was more . This was years of need and attraction and wanting. He stroked her cheek as he pulled away. “My Iris,” he sighed, like a prayer.
He never said her name.
She bit her lip, and then his thumb ran over it, opening her mouth for him to kiss and take what he wanted. “You said my name.” She kissed his neck, breathing in his scent by the lungful. “I thought you hated me for so long,” she murmured against his skin, nibbling. Her hands threaded under his shirts so she could finally feel his chest.
He rolled her back over, pinning her with his thigh as he took his shirt off. “The opposite. I couldn’t…” He kissed her breast, undoing her zipper. “It would have been too obvious. How bad I wanted you.”
She raked fingers up and down his back, needing to feel him. She wanted him to blanket her forever with his Viking-descendant chest.
His eyes connected with hers as he slid his hand under the top of her panties. “Tell me you want it,” he said with a low growl to his voice.
Fuck.
Me.
“So bad.” She gasped as his fingers continued to slide. She stroked his cheek as her body hummed with desire.
He hissed out a breath as his finger, sliding against her clit, found her already so wet.
He lowered his forehead to hers, and his nose danced with hers. “Iris.”
Her breath hitched at the sound of her name, and she marveled that Sam Larsson was doing exactly what she’d wanted him to do for so long. She kissed him, not knowing how else to say what she wanted— let’s live here forever, never stop, this is perfect.
“Sam, I—” She moved her hand up to the bulge in his jeans.
“You don’t have to,” he said, kissing her as he circled her clit. She ground against his hand on instinct, arching her back to take in the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.
She sucked on his lip as she kissed him with everything she had and unbuttoned his jeans. His cock poked through the top of his boxers, and she salivated at feeling it against her palm.
She wrapped her hand around him, clenching her pussy.
“Fuck me,” Sam cursed at the contact, catching his breath. “Sorry. Shit ,” he panted, watching as she brought her fingers to her mouth, licked her palm, and brought it back down to his cock to slowly pump him. “Christ, I thought you were a witch at one point. Now I know you are.”
She moaned as he kept circling her clit. She pumped his cock, wondering what he’d taste like there. His eyes rolled back into his head.
“Stop,” he panted, and she froze. “It’s too much. I want…I want to focus on you. Waited too long for this.”
This man. He’s been waiting all this time?
She brought her hand back up to his bare chest, stroking the hair there. He circled her clit and—she gasped—found her secret spot that only she had ever found, teasing it.
“What was that?” he said with a sly smile. “Is that good?
“Yes,” she gasped again, back fully arched off of the seats. “Yes, more,” she demanded.
He chuckled, moving his finger back and forth, back and forth, and she wanted to climb the walls of the car with need.
“Fuck, Sam,” she screamed. “More. Moremoremore ,” she moaned. He drilled into her right in that spot and she thought she might explode. She crested up and up, expanding as he pressed himself against her.
He caught her mouth with his and she cried, moaning shamelessly against him as he drilled into her mercilessly. Until she crested with a scream, coming hard enough to whip her head back, shooting pleasure through her every nerve ending as she rode and ground against him.
Waves and splashes of pleasure lapped over her as the aftershocks of the best orgasm of her life faded.
He lay back on the seats and they looked at each other with miraculous wonder, unsure of what they’d just created. His hand wound into her hair as he kissed her gently. “I think you just broke the space-time continuum.”
She rolled over onto his chest. “Or you did.”
Long, slow, lazy kisses had her winding up. She hadn’t forgotten about him, his cock nestling between her thighs as she straddled him. Slowly, she ground against him and he thrust against her. She sat up, scooting back and kneeling over him. His hands framed her wide hips, digging in. “Fuck, you look so good. Just like that. Just my Iris ,” he growled.
My Iris echoed deep into her, and she closed her eyes, savoring it.
Her top was still yanked down, and her hair was probably everywhere. But all she could think about was what his cock might taste like.
She grabbed for him, never breaking eye contact. She rubbed up and down as he bit his lip, watching her, toying with her nipple. She needed to make this so good.
She scooted back and licked him from base to crown, making his fingers dig into her hair. Licking and sucking, she wet his cock until she could reseat herself over his thighs, straddling him as she stroked up and down, up and down with both hands.
A hungry look came over his face, like he’d eat every last bite of her, but he lasted a total of five seconds staring at her tits while she bit her lip with a building lust. “Iris,” he panted. “Fuck… fuck .” He came on his stomach, and she had a strange desire to lick up every drop against his abs.
He pulled her to him and held her there, kissing her forehead, her crown, his thumb stroking her cheek like she was the most precious thing in the world to him.
“We should have fooled around in an SUV fifteen years ago,” she muttered.
She cuddled back against him and covered up, getting chilly. She leaned over her shoulder to look at him in the dark.
His brows furrowed again, he stared at her with an intensity she knew all too well. “What did I do this time? Are you mad?”
“I’m not mad.” He shrugged.
“Yes, you are. Look at your face.”
“I can’t look at my face, it’s on my face.”
“Okay, well what are you thinking?” Finally, she’d learn what irritated him so much that he had to scowl at her.
“That’s the face I make when I think you’re fucking adorable.”
“It is not.” She stared back at him in shock.
“It is too. That’s what I was thinking. You’re fucking adorable.”
“...But, no.”
“Yeah,” he said, looking at her as if she had two heads.
“You know, if you had clarified that, about twelve and a half years ago…”
“Then what?” he said as she trailed off.
I’d have insisted you be mine. “Well, we wouldn’t be sleeping in an SUV on the side of the park.” She cuddled into his arms with a secret giddiness that bubbled inside of her, like popped champagne.
A montage of him scowling at her, after making a joke, or besting him in her speech for student council president, or when she’d stick her tongue out at him during the middle of a class argument, or during late nights in the bullpen in college.
This whole time, she thought, snuggling into the man behind her, who apparently had always been on her side.