“Who’s winning now?” I ask, smiling down at him.
He squints one eye open, glaring at me, before they both pop open when he notices my position on his chest. Slapping his hands to my ass, he suddenly bucks his hips and I squeak, sliding downward until my thighs cradle his face once again.
“With your pussy in my face? Me, definitely me.” Gaze boring into my sex, he digs his fingers into my cheeks and buries his face between my thighs, inhaling deeply. “Mmmmm, vanilla, cinnamon, and cherry.” He lifts his eyes to mine and I suck in a breath at the naked desire nestled within those blue globes. “Is this want you want, pretty Lena? You want me to bury my tongue in that tight cunt?“ Holding my gaze, he lowers his lips to my leather clad pussy and blows out a hot, moist breath. Feeling the heat of his mouth while imagining his tongue flicking at my clit, my breath hitches and I tighten my thighs around his head, feeling my sex slicken with need. But my desire begins to cool as I remember all the other times we've been in a similar position.
“Why bother?” I lower my face to his, the ends of my hair tickling his throat. “We both know you'll choke.”
“I don't choke,” Darius grinds out, digging his fingers deeper, near bruising. My pussy slickens even more.
I debate leaving it at that, but I can't. This asshole’s been giving me whiplash with all his back and forth, and he has more mood swings than a female during her first bleed. Either fuck me or don’t, but stop playing with me.
“You don't, huh? What about the other night? What about yesterday? I was all but screaming for you to fuck me and what did you do? You walked away.”
He clenches his jaw and squeezes me tighter. “You hesitated the other night, and you were in no condition to do anything yesterday.” The world suddenly spins as Darius rolls us over until I’m the one laid out and he’s pinning me to the forest floor. Placing a large hand over my pussy, he cups me, and I feel the heat of him seeping into me. “Is this what you want? Is this why you’re so angry?”
Applying pressure over my clit, he rubs his finger in a circular motion against my leathers and I suck in a breath, forcing myself to remain still as I imagine that thick digit curling inside me.
“You being a dick is what's made me angry,” I state hoarsely.
“No, no, no.” He rubs faster, and my chest rises and falls with my panting breaths. “I think you want me to make you cum. Need me to.”
Yes. Please, please make me cum.
“I can finger my pussy just fine on my own, thank you very much,” I snap, fighting against my traitorous body. “I don't need you for that.”
His eyes flash with heat and he releases me. My body mourns the loss until he brackets my head between his arms and spreads my legs with his knees, cradling himself between my thighs.
“Your fingers can't do this though, can they?” He swivels his hips. “That's it, isn't it? You want me to slide my cock into that tight cunt and fuck you raw?” he says with a hard thrust, skidding me across leaves and hard-packed dirt.
I involuntarily lift my hips to meet his. “I'm not the one with a hard-on right now,” I say thickly, hearing the lie in my reluctant words.
Darius flattens his chest against mine and angles his head to the side. “You know I can smell your arousal, don’t you? Can feel the heat of your cunt against my cock?” Prodding deeper, he lowers his cheek to mine and rumbles in my ear, “If I slide my hand beneath your leathers, I bet you're just soaked.”
With the feel of a large male body laid across mine, the heat of his breath on my ear, and the sensations quickening between my legs, my mind becomes hazy. “Doubtful,” I croak.
“Liar.” He chuckles. “You’re all but begging me to touch you.” When he slides his cock right against my clit and I feel that euphoric zing, I curl my fingers into his waistband, mewling. “Look at you whimpering for me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and arch into him, losing myself in a cloud of sensations. That is, until I hear a low, arrogant laugh hovering above me and I open my eyes to the view of his condescending smirk.
Anger merging with lust, I scoff, sliding my hands between us and grabbing his cock through his leathers, squeezing. “I'm not the one humping you like a bitch in heat.”
Darius’ smirk falls, expelling a loud puff of breath when I begin stroking him.
“But all this foreplay is pointless.” I squeeze tighter and he grunts. “Because when it comes down to it, we both know I'll have to seek my pleasure elsewhere.”
“Fuck that!” Jerking his hips, jaw ticking, he slides his length faster against my palm.
“Oh, but I will,” I argue. “With a male who will make me scream and moan as I milk his cock dry.” I swipe my tongue against his lips and he releases a pained groan. Staring into his glacial blue eyes drilling into my amethyst ones, I whisper throatily, “Because you'll choke.”
His face suddenly contorts into lust-filled rage and he snarls viciously right before he slams his lips onto mine in a bruising kiss.
The exact moment our lips touch, my mind clears of all rational thought and my body blazes into a roaring inferno. He slips his wet tongue between the seam of my lips to tangle with mine, and I'm suddenly blasted with the potent taste of his cedar, smoky musk. All I see, all I feel, all I taste is Darius as I experience the most erotic kiss of my life. Licking, tasting, devouring, I greedily suck on his tongue and beg for more as my instincts rage into an animalistic need to mate. To fuck.
I tear my mouth from his, gasping in a breath. But I've barely taken one before he tangles his hands into my hair, my scalp screaming at the roots as he slams his lips back onto mine. I burrow beneath his vest and jerk his tunic from his leathers, touching the bare skin beneath. Sliding my fingers over his flexing abs, past his chiseled pecs, down again to wrap my arms around his back, clawing at his massive shoulders. Shoulders rotating and bulging as he touches me everywhere over my clothes. My waist, my back, my breasts. Stroking and caressing as he pumps in a frenzy with his leather-clad cock against my dripping cunt.
Gliding back and forth, his cock slides right against my clit and I toss my head back into the dirt, crying out. His eyes flash savagely, his movements becoming jerkier and uncontrolled as he growls and stakes me to the ground. Driving harder against me, he reclaims my mouth, syncing his thrusting tongue with the speed of his dick, fucking my mouth as if it was his cock. Imagining his glistening head slipping between my lips, I drip even more and moan around his tongue, wrapping my legs around his waist, grinding faster against him. Along with that euphoric friction, that ball of pleasure within me winds tighter and tighter as I chase that delicious snap. And I know to the depths of my soul that even though we’re both fully clothed, my climax will be even more powerful than the ones I've found with other males I've allowed inside me.
Reaching for his wrist, I pull his hand up to cup my swollen breasts. He squeezes, kneading them expertly as I arch into his palm with a moan. Darius rips his mouth from mine and peers downward, his gaze fixated on the markings on my breast. Dipping his head, he slides the wet, rough pad of his tongue along the swells, tracing the dotted lines with a rumbling groan. Lapping, sucking, and nibbling, worshipping my tits. Worshipping me.
Darius tries to slip his other hand beneath my vest, but it's too tight. He moves to untie the laces over my cleavage, but they refuse to uncoil. He suddenly jerks up to sit on his heels. Cool air whispers across my feverish skin as I look up, my breath hitching in my throat at the look in his glacial blue eyes, blue eyes wild with a manic desperation. His calloused hands fist the fabric between the laces of my top, preparing to rip my vest at the seams, but hesitates when hissing voices reach our ears.
Chapter 16Lena
“I’m not interrupting that,” Kace hisses. “One of you do it. Lena’s much nicer than Darius.”
Tristan snorts. “You need to spend more time with her if you think she’s nice.”
Please tell me I'm wrong.
Feeling the weight of their knowing stares, I groan, burying my face into the crook of Darius' neck to the sound of his rumbling chuckle, to the comforting feel of him threading his fingers through my hair to scratch at my scalp.
Griffin sighs. “Go tell him, Kace.”
“But,” Kace sputters, “he’ll gut me!”
“Probably,” Griffin replies. “But I'm willing to take the chance.”
“Oh! That's hurtful,” Kace grumbles sourly.
