Chapter Five #2
“Do you want to know where I went after I left your room last night?” he rasps, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. I have to fight the urge to wantonly push up against him. “I went back to my room and jerked off until I was raw, and that didn’t even touch the surface of my need for you.”
My skin, every nerve ending in my body, drums with need for the man set on teasing me.
“I don’t think right around you, Elena. I can’t stop wanting you.”
“Touch me, please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” I say, bringing my fingers to his rugged jaw. “I want you to touch me, Roarke. And please, don’t stop.”
Finally…
Finally, he does as he slides his large calloused hands over my borrowed T-shirt and cups my breasts, brushing his thumbs over my nipples.
I moan and push into his hands, giving myself to a man I know better than to want, but I can’t help it.
My hand winds around his neck, and I lean closer to him, reveling in the firmness of his body.
“Christ, the way you respond to me,” he murmurs, dipping his head to my ear. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, and I feel the spot between my legs go damp with heat. “I bet your pussy is all wet and creamy for me like it was last night.”
“Yes,” I whimper, dizzy with need.
I whimper when he slides his hand under the T-shirt and between my legs, groaning when he finds me bare, wet with arousal. I’m not wearing panties—I didn’t have any clean ones to put on after my shower earlier.
“Fuck,” he growls, dragging his middle finger between my folds to stroke my clit. I jerk hard against him the second he touches the sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” His voice is harsh as he circles my clit in slow strokes that send my toes curling.
“Took damn near everything in me not to drag you to the bedroom on that plane and eat your pussy until you quit giving me the silent treatment.”
I whine when he pulls his hand from my aching core, watching under dazed eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth. A growl rumbles in his throat as he tastes me on his fingers. “Fuck, baby, are you sure about this?”
I nod. “Yes.”
I’m lifted off the floor the second I utter the words, and his mouth locks onto mine.
I moan into the kiss and tighten my grip on his neck, holding tight to him as he carries me to the bed.
His need is obvious as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, making me whimper at the intimate contact.
It makes sense now why so many people chase this feeling so hard. Why they choose to abandon all logic and lose themselves in a feeling that is obviously temporary. But now, I’m no different.
My back lands softly on the bed, and I whine when he breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down my neck.
His mouth is hot, his breath heavy, fanning my skin with his descent.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he hisses against my skin, reaching up and tugging my hand from his neck, gripping it firmly on the bed as he kisses down my throat.
“I shouldn’t want you this much, Elena. You’re a fucking drug to me.”
“I want…Oh God,” I whimper when his mouth skims over my straining breasts, licking my nipples over the T-shirt. When his mouth closes hotly over the peak, my back shoots off the bed. “Roarke…”
“Oh, but I’m only getting started, a chroí.”
The unfamiliar words send a shiver through me, but before I can ask what they mean, he tugs up the T-shirt, and his mouth closes over my left nipple. Whatever question I had dissolves as pleasure storms my body.
The ache in my nipples intensifies as he suckles hotly, and I whimper when he moves to the other, giving it the same treatment.
He trails his mouth down my stomach, his muscles bunching with tension.
Those eyes fire up with heat as he slowly nudges my knees apart to reveal my naked pussy.
He murmurs something else in that lilting language—words I don't understand but feel in my bones.
The reverence in his voice makes my breath catch.
And then his mouth is on me.
My hips shoot off the bed, and I cry out when I feel his tongue drag between my folds. God, it drives all thoughts from my head. The hand on my wrist tightens as he flattens his tongue over my folds and swipes it over my wetness, his groan feral as he devours me.
Whatever little wit I have left in me flees as he tastes me like I’m the most delicious meal he’s ever had, groaning into my flesh as he laps my slit over and over again.
My head falls back as I feel the pressure in my belly build at lightning speed.
But it’s not enough, not for him at least as he lets go of my hand to slide those rough calloused hands under me.
He grabs my ass cheeks, squeezing hard as he laps at me, his tongue sliding into my drenched hole. .
“God, Roarke!” I sob, legs trembling as he drags his mouth up to suckle my clit, and my eyes roll back. My fingers spear into his hair and grab a handful, panting as I abandon all reasoning and rock against his mouth. “Roarke…oh, yes, feels good. Mmm!”
He growls in response, a deep feral sound in his throat as he worships my body, switching between teasing my folds with his tongue and batting my clit with the tip.
“Close,” I sob, tugging harder at his hair as the heat in my stomach grows into a tsunami, so fierce and violent. “Roarke.”
His mouth closes hard around my sensitive nub, and he suckles softly on it, pushing me right off the edge.
I scream as heat tears through my pussy, spreading to the rest of me in fierce streaks.
My back arches off the bed, and my legs shake as he savors me, one hand coming up to massage my sensitive bud.
. He continues to touch me, helping me ride the wave of my orgasm.
I tumble into an unfamiliar land, each shudder rolling through me becoming more intense than the last.
“Fuck!” he growls when he pulls back, dropping my trembling legs as he kneels on the bed. “You have no idea how damn sexy you look right now.”
I watch his muscles flex as he grabs the back of his still-damp T-shirt and pulls it off without taking his eyes off me. I drop my gaze to his chest, gasping at all those muscles and ridges covered in tattoos. He’s beautiful, magnificent in a way I never could have dreamed of.
My eyes follow his fingers when they tug on the drawstrings of his sweats and push them down to reveal his erection. I gulp as my eyes lock on the monster bobbing between his legs and fight the urge to close my legs at the sight.
“Roarke,” I whisper, swallowing hard when he steps out of his sweats and shoves them away. “You’re…. It’s big. Is that…”
“Normal?” he asks with a cocky smirk, moving back to settle between my legs. “No, baby. It’s not.”
I know it’s not. I didn’t think it was. I’ve seen books on human anatomy that described all the male parts. And I’ve overheard the girls at school comparing their boyfriends’ and hookups’ sizes. But none of them mentioned the alarming length and girth of…this. It’s beyond anything I imagined.
“Look at me,” a hand cups my jaw, and my focus is pulled from the beast between his sturdy thighs and to his blue eyes, so beautiful and…heated. “You don’t need to worry about anything, Elena. You leave the worrying to me.”
“Is it going to hurt?”
“Yes,” his mouth touches mine, soft and undemanding. “But then I’m going to make it feel so good. I’ll take care of you. Trust me.”
Surprisingly, there’s no one I’ve ever trusted more. “Okay.”
His mouth moves over mine with more urgency this time, sliding hotly over me until I open up for him, moaning when our tongues touch.
I slide my hands over his firm chest, brushing my thumbs over his nipples and causing him to groan into the kiss.
I smile, and whatever nerves I had all fade as I kiss him back with just as much fervor.
My body is aching for him when he finally pries my thighs apart, spreading them wide to make room for him to settle between.
I gasp into the kiss when I feel his cock nudge between my legs, instantly tensing despite myself.
He doesn’t move but instead, drags the tip of his cock over my slick heat, teasing my clit until I’m panting.
“A chroí,” he rasps as he brings his cock to my entrance and gently nudges inside.
And then he slams forward, impaling me with his massive shaft. I cry out at the pain that pierces through me, and tears gather in my eyes even as the pain fades into a dull throb.
“Roarke,” I whimper, hugging the man close even as a part of me wants to shove him off. His hard cock pulses inside me, stretching me beyond what I thought possible.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he says, his voice heavy and pained as he pulls away to look at me. “Fuck, Elena.” He leans in and brushes his lips over the wet cheek before bumping his nose with mine, his breath brushing my lips intimately. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”
It doesn’t hurt anymore, I realize as I brave a move, rolling my hips slightly, “I’m fine,” I assure him, cupping his jaw and rising up to capture his lips with mine, mewling at the taste and scent of him—of me. At the feel of him. “I’m okay.”
His breath is ragged against mine as he grabs my knee and pushes in to deepen the kiss, slowly fanning the fire in my belly into a raging heat.
I slide my hands to his broad shoulders, and before I know it, I’m writhing under him, reveling in the delicious mix of pain and pleasure our connection offers.
And then he starts moving, our lips locked together as he pulls out before sinking his throbbing cock back into me.
“A chroí,” he pants into my lips, pulling back slightly seconds before he lunges forward, burying himself completely and hitting a spot inside of me that has my eyes widening. “I’ll take care of you. You are mine.”
Oh.
Oh God!
My mouth parts with a gasp as he starts slamming into me, stroking against a sensitive spot that sparks heat through my body with every thrust. I bury my nails into his shoulder and hold him tight as he takes me with long strokes that cause the bed to move.
I mewl and sob and thrash on the bed as he thrusts inside of me, my body clenching rhythmically around his hardness.
“Elena,” he breathes, holding me close as he plunges inside of me. “I need to feel you come on my cock. Need to feel you, baby.”
“Yes,” I cry out when he slides his hand between my thighs and strokes my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
I scream as another orgasm tears through me with little warning.
My body arches off the bed, pressing against him, thrashing wildly as pleasure rolls through my entire body.
He doesn’t stop, thrusting into me like a man set on staking his claim, fucking me through the orgasm.
“Again,” he growls, dipping his mouth to my breasts and sucking hungrily at my left nipple. His thumb finds my clit and presses down.
“I can’t,” I sob, a violent shudder rolling through my body. “Roarke!”
“Again, Elena. I want to see you come again,” he growls, starting to draw circles on my clit. When his teeth close gently around my nipple, my body tenses, and I sob as another wave of pleasure rolls through my body, sinking its hungry teeth into my core.
“Oh God, Roarke!” I dig my nails into his shoulder, bruising him, no doubt, but I can’t help it.
I clench hard around him. I feel his muscles tense under me before he throws back his head and roars.
His cock jerks inside of me and floods me with wet heat.
I whimper at the sensation, holding the large man close to my body as we shudder together, his thrusts turning slow and jerky as he floods me with his cum.
“Mine,” he rasps, brushing his mouth over my temple and cheeks and lips. “Only I get to have you. You belong to only me, Elena.”
“Yours,” I say sleepily, holding on to him when he collapses on top of me.
For a while, we lie in silence, the room filled with only the loud beat of our hearts and our ragged breathing.
I’m content to lie this way forever, I realize, despite his large body cutting off the air to my lungs.
I whine when he pulls back and slides off the bed.
“Roarke—”
“I’ll be right back, baby,” he says, and I watch the man walk naked to the bathroom, a sculpted Viking with battle scars painted all over his body. He comes back with a damp cloth, and I blush when he sits on the bed to wipe between my thighs. “I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”
The flush deepens. “Do we really have to talk about this now?”
He smiles, and the worry in his eyes clears. “I just need to know that you’re okay.”
“I’m fine,” I turn my head and bury my face in the pillow, unwilling to meet his eyes any longer. “I just want to sleep. Come back to bed.”
The mattress shifts as he gets off and leaves, but he isn’t gone for long. Minutes later, I feel him slide into the bed behind me, and I’m flipped around to face him. He doesn’t say a word as he pulls me to him.
I sigh as I bury my face in his chest, inhaling deeply at the scent clinging to his skin. “No more dreams tonight,” I whisper, kissing his pec before everything fades to black.