Chapter 24 #2
The things he was saying were all the right words.
The way I responded to them was to want more connection.
Did he know that? I was created to be led by his sweettalk.
It was as if he knew me longer than the time we’d been living together, as if he’d opened me up when I wasn’t looking and peeked inside me. He woke every yearning cell of my body.
Did I trust him? I wanted to. I needed to. My mind and body were saying yes, yes.
“Right now, I trust you.”
“Is that good enough?” he asked.
My answer was to lean forward for more kissing, my passion too strong to control.
Malin groaned into the kiss. The next moment I felt myself lifted into his arms, the kiss ongoing.
My arms rose to encircle his neck. I hung on as he carried me out of the game room and upstairs.
We passed by my door and headed straight for his room.
I was so excited, the aches from earlier had completely subsided. I clung to him like a prince being carried to his marriage bed. Of all the fantasies I’d ever had, this was better.
Malin laid me on his bedspread, his strong arms supporting me under my shoulders. Our kiss had broken again, but now he brought it back, this time kissing me over my cheeks and down to my chin and neck.
My body began to have its own mind separate from mine. It arched at his touch. Moans escaped my throat. My heart hammered.
“Tell me what you want. What you need,” Malin said, kissing down to my shoulder.
“I don’t know. My shirt off?”
“I can help with that.” He pulled it up from the hem. It was a lightweight sweater with a woven autumn leaf design. I wore nothing beneath it.
Malin tossed it aside and pressed his palm flat to the center of my chest. “Your heart is like a trapped little bird. Maybe we should wait until you’re rested.”
In truth, I had been the caged one. “I’m not trapped anymore because of you.” His hardness pressed insistently at the outside of my thigh. “I don’t want to rest.”
I’d had a lifetime of feeling like nothing and no one. Since the age of fourteen I’d been shunned and isolated. Malin was making me feel like I’d come back from a dark dream, like I mattered, I was worthy, I existed.
“Do you know how lovely you are?” he asked.
It seemed his timing in everything he said to me was perfect. “As much as you know you’re beautiful and perfect and not really a jackass.”
He smiled, kissing the corner of my mouth. “So you don’t know.”
I gave him a smug smile.
“Let me show you?” he asked.
“Please. I’m not sure what to do. Show me, alpha.”
His eyebrows shot upward at the word alpha. “I will.”
Slowly, he kissed down my chest. When he reached my nipples, his tongue darted out and licked. The sensation made me dizzy. My fingers dug into his shoulders.
He lifted his head. “Okay?”
“More than.” My entire body was singing. “Never felt anything like it.”
His hands went to my waistband, tugging. “We need to get these off. You’re good with that?”
I nodded, reaching down to undo my button and zipper. Malin caught my hands. “Lift up. I’ll do it.”
He undressed me like I was delicate, made of glass. “Lift your hips,” he instructed.
I did everything he said. He tugged off my shoes and socks, then pushed my pants to the floor.
The air was a bit of a shock against my naked body.
I couldn’t tell if it was warm or cold since I was producing so much heat.
The shock was having no more barriers between us.
He could look at me and see me. I hoped I was pleasing. I craved to be good.
His hand ran down the center of my chest to my groin. It stopped where my hard cock curved against my abdomen. I let out a little grunt of disappointment.
“The most beautiful,” Malin whispered. “You were so beautiful at the party and you are now.”
Suddenly, I went from passive excitement to ecstasy. No one had praised me like that. And yet it seemed like such a small thing. “You want me for my looks?”
“If that was true, I would’ve had you weeks ago.”
I lifted my head. “Then you don’t want me for my looks? What’s wrong with how I look?”
Malin laughed because he heard the teasing in my tone. He went along with it. “Maybe too beautiful. Maybe it makes others jealous of you.”
He began to draw circles around my cock, still not touching. I lifted my hips an inch off the bed, begging. My slick trickled along my crack. For a moment, I panicked.
“I need a towel. I don’t want to ruin your bedspread.”
Malin reached into a bedside drawer and pulled out a blue towel. “Lift,” he instructed again.
When I did, my cock came closer to his mouth. I became dazed at the thought of him kissing me there. But he started talking again. I concentrated to hear his words.
“So polite.” It sounded like criticism. “I can buy another spread. It’s the least of my worries. But here’s your towel, little wolf. Anything else you need, you let me know.”
I held up my arms. Malin pulled me to him, kissing me again, starting with my mouth and working his way down.
I kept thinking I should be doing something for him.
I should be touching him. But as his towel worked its way to the side and dropped, I could see he was happy.
Quite happy. His huge, dark cock stood out, gleaming at the tip. It was my doing. I did that for him.
As Malin’s mouth moved down my body again, I moaned.
I was so sure something was about to happen, yet my body stayed in a state of perpetual waiting.
He kissed all around my cock, making my hips shudder.
Then finally, his tongue swept across the aching head.
I jumped from the sensation. It was like a sharp pain that went straight into pleasure and I cried out.
This time, Malin was the one who grunted. His tongue kept swiping, then circling around the head until his mouth closed over it and gave a little suck.
My knees bent. I wanted to grab his head and push on it. I needed more. But I stayed on my back, lungs heaving.
His mouth pulled off and I thought I was going to burst. Malin’s hand brushed over my balls and beneath, a finger delving into my crack.
I waited for him to be rough, out of control, even crude. But he was none of those things.
“Wet for me, little wolf?”
“Yes!”
He pushed his finger further. I spread my knees and thrust upward until it slid wetly against my hole. No one had ever touched me there… not that I remembered. I’d only done it to myself a few times. The sensation took my breath. All my senses hovered on the brink.
Malin rubbed again. My mouth opened, my head pushed back onto the pillows. And then the ecstasy rushed down my spine to my balls, to my hole, to my cock.