Chapter 18
Christine
For a man only a few days ago I’d considered nothing but a pain in the ass, he was certainly good with his mouth.
And his lips.
And tongue.
And his fingers and…
A deep sigh left my chest as I wiggled on the seat. There was nothing ladylike about my position with my feet in the air or the fact I was being eaten alive smack in the middle of a dark forest.
With creepy-crawlies all around us. Watching.
Waiting.
Maybe hunting.
Then again, maybe my imagination was getting the best of me, but I could swear every few seconds there were eyes peering into the windshield and through the open windows.
And they were glowing. Maybe my crazy thoughts were based on the insanity of my level of hunger.
I was famished, jealous from the sounds of Danny making good on his promise to feast.
Like a king.
Of the wild.
The words were somehow way too appropriate.
With a short laugh, he ripped off my heels, tossing them into the back seat.
I shifted my body once again, but with the cramped space the small muscle car offered, I certainly wasn’t going anywhere.
No chance at escaping. As soon as I cinched my eyes shut, images of running through the woods naked while a big, bad wolf chased after me swelled into the darkest recesses of my mind.
Being crazed with desire wasn’t such a bad thing, but the images of the wolf frothing at the mouth were odd to say the least.
As he dragged his tongue down the length of my pussy, I moaned loudly enough I was fearful someone would overhear.
In the middle of nowhere?
His fingers dug into my skin, his strong hands keeping me in place. I couldn’t believe this was happening or that his tongue was so lethal.
Every guttural sound echoed around us as if a light fog kept it dense and in place. And every growl that he muttered was met with a strange sound coming from outside. As his actions became more frantic, the hunk of a man using several fingers to drive me crazy, I realized I was lightheaded.
I’d been this way since we’d left. Maybe in coming down with whatever illness, the feeling of being suffocated came along with the excessive heat that continued to build.
On top of my skin being as sensitive as if having been set on fire, I was fairly certain my blood was boiling.
I was no doctor, but I’d say if I wasn’t provided with some relief soon, I’d burst into flames.
Like a vampire.
Maybe I was just nervous since I’d never had sex out in the wild before, but when I burst into laughter, I also didn’t stop.
Not that my companion planned on putting an end to what he was doing.
It was as if he’d settled in for the night, driving both his tongue and fingers as deep inside my aching pussy as possible.
“Mmm… So wet,” he managed, although I wasn’t entirely certain of the words my heart was thudding with such ferocity.
With my toes pointed, even nerve standing on end, the electricity had found an excellent way of soaring through my body at lightning speed.
So much so I was panting like a wild dog, stars floating in front of my eyes.
The sensations were crazy good. Maybe I was being overly dramatic tonight, but I had a decent enough excuse in being waylaid by a handsome flower killer on my way to be insulted for a solid four hours by my parents.
Didn’t that afford me a viable reason for being a little paranoid?
A strange sound caught my attention and I jerked up on my elbows. Was that a howl? “What was that?”
He wasn’t deterred in the least, continuing the feast as if my butt was lying on a silver platter.
However, he did brush the flat of his hand under my dress, finding my breast a few seconds later.
With Danny, there was no extended foreplay.
The man got down to business, which in this case was pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
The pain should seem extreme, but it was a beautiful representation of pure dominance and at this moment, I was all for it. Especially since my pussy was throbbing more than before. The volley of sensations was a concentrated effort to blow my mind and in the next few seconds, it worked.
I could no longer think clearly and certainly wasn’t bothered by whatever beast was stalking us. He’d become rougher, his tongue a lethal weapon. I could exclaim to the world that no man had ever brought me such extreme pleasure by use of a mouth and fingers before in my life.
Maybe that was how I’d start the dinner conversation with my mother.
“Mom. On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate Father’s abilities while eating out your pussy? Do you come in his mouth?”
I’m certain that would go over well. I hadn’t realized I’d broken out into laughter until he lifted his head.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just the thought of my mother’s face if she could see me now.”
When his body shifted, I didn’t realize what he was doing until a flash caught me in the eyes.
“Then I guess we’ll need to show her.” He held up his phone as if bragging.
“You bastard. You wouldn’t dare.” While I was in no position to move, I tried.
“Tsk. Tsk. You don’t know me very well.”
“Delete that!”
“No can do. I’ll keep this as a souvenir.”
“You can’t do that.”
After shoving the phone into his jacket pocket, he dropped his head, taking only enough time before resuming his feast to answer me. “I can do anything I want.”
And so he did. This time as he buried his face into my wetness, I couldn’t seem to stop shaking.
He was brutal in his hold, his tongue lashing my tender tissue until I was so sensitive I tossed my head back and forth.
And the way his fingers were able to curl at the tips when stroking me was crazy good.
Enough I wasn’t trying to breathe normally any longer. I was barely able to keep from screaming. That would go over well if there was anyone else in the deep, dark forest. When he pulled my clit into his mouth, using his strong jaw muscles to suck, that was it.
I couldn’t hold back a long, intense moan while a powerful orgasm swept up from my toes. White-hot heat ripped apart every muscle to the point all I could do was take short, scattered pants.
Danny held me down, making strange yet arousing noises, refusing to stop until one orgasm flew into another.
I shut my eyes while pressing my hand across my mouth to muffle the sound. And still, the night creatures all around seemed as excited as I was. There was no reason for me to feel embarrassed, yet I was, the heat rising across my jaw all from the exhilaration of pleasure.
Panting, I couldn’t feel anything but the wetness of his mouth and the juice trickling down the inside of my thighs. A crazy thought of my cum staining my way too expensive dress filtered into my mind.
Maybe that’s why I wasn’t paying close enough attention to the movement in front of me.
Or the sounds Danny was making, including grunts of exertion.
Only when I felt a rush of air coming from the driver’s window did I open my eyes, struggling to prop myself up on my elbows.
His dark chuckle came from behind me. I crawled onto my knees, peering over the seats into the back. “What are you doing?”
“I thought you might want a little more room.” There was nothing quite like a man’s voice when it dipped into the lowest baritone, rumbling against my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
I was more mesmerized than I should be, forgetting where we were and where we were supposed to be right about now.
Who the hell cared if we were a little bit late? Certainly not me, and if by engaging in a carnal sin meant I’d annoy my mother and father, then so be it.
“You’re right.” As soon as I started to crawl over the console, his strong hands grabbed my arms, tugging me into the seat next to him.
We remained as if in suspended animation for a few seconds and for some crazy reason, all I could think about was being on a starting line waiting for the race to begin.
And when it did, our primal personalities couldn’t be contained. We tore at each other’s clothes, although I tried to be careful to keep from ripping anything and I could tell he was doing the same. Thank God, since our tardiness would create enough of a distraction.
All I knew was that clothes were tossed over the headrests into the front, including my shoes, which had been pitched into the seat before.
He was like some wild animal pawing at me. With the heat we both exuded, the air even with the windows rolled down was dense, the windows completely fogged.
As soon as he cupped both sides of my face, the pressure points where his fingers held on as if for dear life ignited something deep within.
Yet I was in a playful mood, raking my hands up and pitching his arms aside. Now I took control, placing one hand on his chest and crawling the fingers of the other down to where the tip of his cock was hitting the base of his stomach.
Without overthinking anything, I wrapped my hand around the base, twisting my fingers.
The growl he emitted turned into a full-blown howl, so much like what I thought I’d heard earlier that I was momentarily taken aback. Not that it seemed to bother him. He gripped both sides of my head, refusing to be denied.
When he pushed my head down, I let him because my mouth was watering, dripping from the corners with the raging desire to suck on his big, fat cock.
So I did.
I continued twisting my hand back and forth while sucking on the tip.
His muscles were tense, so much so that when he arched his back, he wasn’t paying attention and hit his head on the roof of the car. Not that he minded. His grip remained firm as he jutted his hips forward, forcing my mouth to fill with several inches.