Текст книги "Infatuation"

Автор книги: River Savage

сообщить о нарушении

Текущая страница: 10 (всего у книги 21 страниц)

Seventeen

Mackenzie

The kiss takes me by surprise. My first response is to fight it, push back and end it. Until his hand moves to the small of my back and pulls me in closer while his tongue whispers along my lips coaxing my mouth open. Desperation replaces my shock, and I meet his hunger with my own.

I know this is what we both agreed shouldn't happen, but I can’t stop. I can’t step away from him. Ever since the night I kissed him, I’ve been dreaming of this. I’ve been dreaming of a hell of a lot more than this.

Deepening the kiss, I rise to my toes and reach up to run my fingers through his hair. He has it pulled back in one of those knots on top of his head today, so I rip it out and help it fall free.

He pulls back slightly and for a second, I think he’s putting a stop to this until he places his hand on my waist, picks me up, turns and plants me on the kitchen counter. His mouth finds mine again while my hands make quick work of disposing of his cut. Moving away from my mouth, his lips slide down my neck to my collarbone. His breath is warm, his beard a mixture of rough yet soft.

“Beau.” His name creeps past my lips. The hunger burning in my body brings the fire out in me.

His kisses stop, while he pushes the straps of my nightgown down my arms, exposing both my breasts to the cold air.

“Jesus, you’re more amazing than I could have imagined.” He lowers his mouth and takes a nipple between his lips and rolls it.

“Holy shit.” My hands find his hair again, pulling hard as his teeth graze my tight bud.

“Fuck, your tits are perfect, darlin’.” His gravelly voice shoots a jolt between my legs and a thrill down my spine. I don’t think I’ve ever had a man make me need this much.

“Don’t stop, please don’t ever stop,” I beg, dragging his head back to my breast. His mouth descends again, showing my nipple the same attention as before.

Rolling, nipping and tugging, the dampness between my thighs grows, arousal pulsing through me.

Pulling him off my nipple, I drag him back up to my mouth. He doesn’t waste a minute. His tongue darting past my lips and curling against mine.

My hands work his belt, breaking it free before flipping the button of his jeans and moving my hand down his front. My fingers find the base of his thickness instantly.

Jesus, he’s so fucking hard for me.

Hard and thick.

Before I manage a full grip around him, he freezes.

“Wait.” He steps back, breaking our connection. “Darlin’, we need to cool it down.” A pained look falls over his face and it’s like having a bucket of ice water thrown over me, dousing all need and want. I push my arms back through my straps to cover myself up.

“Are you kidding me?” I slide off the counter and rush past him. Rejection flows through me, the burning flame of need he just lit now doused by my insecurities.

Am I not enough?

I need the earth to open up and swallow me whole. How could I be so stupid? A seed of embarrassment starts to grow inside of me, and I know if I don’t get away from him, I will be flowering a new shade of red on my face.

“Kenz, wait!” he calls out, but I can’t bear for him to see me like this.

“No don’t, Beau. Just leave it,” I manage to say before escaping the kitchen.

“I’m no good for you, Mackenzie. This—”

“Is a mistake. I got it.” I stop, turning back to finish his sentence and holding the disappointment from my voice. The last thing I need to become is some desperate woman in an off and on sort of relationship.

“No, darlin’, I’m just looking out for you. You don’t need this kind of fucked up.”

I shake my head, done with his excuses. I’ve lived fucked up. I was married to it. Beau is not fucked up. I know it with everything in me. The totality of his commitment to me proves he is nothing like Chad.

He’s the one who gave me hope when Chad took it away. He’s the one responsible for giving me a life I never thought I could be worthy of. Because of him, it's as if everything has been wiped clean.

“Do you want to be with me, Beau?” His eyes close at my question as if it pains him to answer.

“So much it hurts, darlin’.”

“Then be with me, Beau. Be with me how you want to be with me.” I offer what I think he needs from me. Not because I want it, because the truth is I don’t know if I will, but because he does and I want him any way I can have him.

“Kenz, it doesn't work like that.”

“Why not, Beau? I need this as much as you do.”

“Because I don’t want you to give it to me, darlin'. I want to take it. And as much as you think you’re ready, you’re not.”

“How do you know I’m not ready? I’m willing to try.” I am. I’m willing to do anything for him. And maybe it’s stupid, maybe it’s dangerous, but I trust him. Trust him more than I trust anyone in my life.

Beau would never hurt me.

“I know, darlin’, believe me I know, but I’m not prepared to push it.” The room falls quiet as we both process what is happening here. We both want the same thing, but in different ways.

“Then I can’t live here with you like this. I thought I could move past this, but I can’t. It’s too much. It hurts too much.” He looks up at my confession.

“You’re right. It’s not fair. I’ll stay at the clubhouse,” he offers, and it almost pains me as much as his rejection.

“No. I don’t want to be here. I’ll move out, find my own place. You’ve done enough for me since I came to you.”

“Don’t make any decisions tonight. We’ll talk in the morning.” He shakes his head, not setting anything in stone.

“Yep.” I sigh, turning to continue walking to my room.

Tomorrow we will talk. I will make it clear I’m not staying here. I need to be away from Beau. Away from everything that reminds me of him.

If it means leaving Rushford, then so be it.

Eighteen

Beau

“We’ll talk in the morning,” I tell her, knowing she won’t see any reason tonight. How can she after what I just did.

“Yep.” She turns and walks out. I want to call out to her, tell her to come back, but I don’t. I let her go.

Like you should have before you fucking touched her, asshole.

Grabbing another beer from the fridge and my cut off the floor, I decide to skip the rest of my dinner and call it a night. I know I just fucked up everything we’ve been trying to hold together, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure how we were going to come back from it. I had her, willing and ready, yet I froze.

Switching off the kitchen light, I make my way down to my room. Mackenzie’s door is to the left of mine and I force myself to pass it without a glance.

I open my bedroom door, walk inside and throw my cut across my bed.

Why did I pull away?

It’s not like I don’t want her. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone so much. It’s more about what I want to do to her. What I want to make her do to me.

I’ve tried to push her out of my head, tried to keep my mind off the small detail of wanting to bury myself balls deep inside of her, but everywhere I turn in this house, she’s there.

Her smile. Her laugh. Even the way she fucking smells.

“Fuck me dead.” I let out a puff of air and fall to the bed.

I know thinking of her this way is only going to make it harder for me. She’s everything I don’t need. I need control, something we both know she struggles with. Maybe with time she might be able to, but what if she never gets there. Would it be enough for me? Would my natural desire to control just fade away?

No. I doubt it.

Sitting back up, I finish off my beer deciding I need to get out of here. I change my shirt, put my cut back on, and make my way back out to the hall. I don’t want to, but I decide I should let Kenzie know I’m leaving. Walking to her door, I stop right outside of it.

“Kenzie, I’m heading out. Will you be all right on your own?” I call out to her but receive no reply. Her door is ajar a few inches, so I knock, letting the force push it open further.

She is standing there. Her pert tits take my attention first and instantly my cock stirs back to life. She doesn’t stop to cover herself and I don’t look away.

“I’m heading out.” I manage some cough mumble thing, my throat becoming dry. She doesn’t say anything and her eyes don’t leave me. I should turn away, let her change in private, but I’m lost in the sight of her.

The soft glow of her bedside lamp highlights her against the dark room but even from this distance, I can see every one of those goose bumps glazing her skin.

We continue to stand silent for what feels like hours, until the soft whisper of her nightgown falling to the floor shocks me back, like the first momentary sonic boom that fills the skies on a Fourth of July weekend. My eyes follow its descent, pausing at the lace covering her pussy.

Jesus, fuck, turn around, man.

I swallow past my hunger and try to will myself to leave, but fail when her fingers hook into the side of her lace panties.

“Mackenzie, don’t.” My warning comes out strangled, my resolve slipping, but it doesn’t stop her. She continues to undress, sliding her panties down her legs then stepping out of them, leaving her completely exposed to me.

She’s beautiful. Fucking perfect. Every fucking inch of her. But there’s an innocence to her. One touch, one taste is going to destroy me.

What the fuck is wrong with you, man? Go to her. Fucking take her.

“Darlin’,” I say with a heavy breath, forcing my eyes away from her naked body and back up to her face. Her pink, plump lips, swollen from our kisses, slightly part as she draws in a long breath.

“You’re making this really fucking hard to stay away.” My voice cracks as my gaze catches her hand sliding between her legs.

“If you’re not going to help me, then leave.” Her voice is barely a whisper as her finger slips between her pussy lips disappearing from view. And fuck it turns me on.

Before I realize what I’m doing, my legs carry me to her. Not giving it a second thought, I slap her hand away from her pussy and pull her naked body to me. She comes willingly, a small cry filling the room at my touch.

“Fuck,” I groan, knowing I’m close to losing control. “I need you to think this through, darlin’. Be real fucking sure, ‘cause once we start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” I tell her when her chest hits mine.

“I’ve never wanted anything more, Beau.” My name coming from her lips in a plea cancels out all my reservations, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, I have her on her back on the bed.

Pulling off my cut and shirt in record time, I flip the button of my jeans. Mackenzie comes up on her elbows and watches as I lose my jeans.

“Holy shit, you have it pierced.” She looks down at my cock, intrigue turning to wonder.

“I have two.” I point to the Apadravya piercing. The small barbell runs through the head of my penis. I then pull to show her the Frenum piercing on the underside of my cock.

“Did they hurt?” She bites her lip, her eyes not leaving the piercing.

“I survived. Had it done years ago.” She nods but doesn’t say anything.

“You keep looking at me like that and I don’t think I’ll last long,” I admit. Her inquisitive eyes move from my piercing up to my face and I realize it wouldn’t matter what way she looked at me. I’m wound up so fucking tight from not having my cock in a woman for God knows how long, I’m not going to last long regardless.

“Like what?” She looks back down at my cock and it bounces its own hello.

“Like you want to wrap your mouth around my dick and milk it dry,” I offer the visual, the picture playing out in my mind.

Yep, there is no way I’m going back on this, now.

“No one has ever spoken to me like this before.” Her teeth graze her bottom lip, and I don’t know if she’s afraid of me, or fucking turned on.

“You want me to stop talking to you this way?” I ask, placing a knee down on the bed and moving over her.

“I don’t think so.” She lays back, her dark hair spilling around her.

“You don’t think so? It’s a yes or no question, darlin’.” I keep my eyes on her, like I need to memorize every inch of her body.

“No,” she answers instantly.

“Then I won’t.” I lean down and circle her nipple with my tongue. Her hands glide back into my hair, pulling as I bite down.

She’s a responsive little thing. Just how I like it.

I switch to the second nipple, showing it the same amount of attention. Her tits aren’t huge, but they fit comfortably in my hand. Her rose-tipped nipples are on the larger size, and I have to control the urge to want to place nipple clamps on them.

Too soon, man.

Pushing the image out of my head, I focus on the soft little moans I pull from her as I continue to tease her swollen nipples with my teeth and tongue over and over.

“Yes,” she hisses between her teeth as her fingers tighten around my hair.

“You like that?”

She moans her reply and I pull back to admire my work. The creamy flesh is now covered in my marks. Nothing too crazy, but they’re there, and her nipples are more swollen than before. I press my lips against each nipple before kissing my way back up her neck.

“This is how we’re gonna play this, Mackenzie.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Tonight, I’ll do whatever it is you want. You’re running the show here.” I give her the one thing I don’t usually give. Control.

“But you said—” She looks up confused at what I’m offering and I quickly interrupt her.

“I know. And I will. Fuck me, I will have you tied and submitting to me, darlin’. But not yet. We do it this way, or no way.” I know what I told her and know what I like. But now that I have her under me naked and willing, I can’t stand the thought of pushing her away because she can’t handle it.

“Okay.” She nods before releasing a long breath. There’s no way she’s ready for what I want to give her.

“What do you like, baby?” I whisper my question against the shell of her ear and watch as goose bumps come back to surface over her skin.

“I like to be touched.” Her voice is husky, her tone desperate.

“Where do you want me to touch you? Show me.” I pull back and watch her hand slide down between her legs. “You want me to touch that pretty cunt of yours, darlin’?” Her fingers slip through her folds and her eyes roll back at my words.

“Yes.” Her back arches with each flick of her clit and I take a moment to enjoy the show. Mackenzie has always been beautiful to me, but this right here, her touching herself is fucking breathtaking.

“You want my fingers or my mouth.” I lick my lips. The very thought of tasting her, having her juices on my tongue drives me wild.

“Mouth.” Her hips start to roll in time with her finger and I quickly guide myself back to the edge of the bed. Her legs open wide, and I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my lips at just how eager she is.

“Fuck, baby. All this for me?” I dip my head low and breathe in her sweet scent. She’s wet, weeping with need, and my cock aches knowing I made her like this.

She doesn’t answer, her finger still working fast. So I take her small wrist in my hand and pin it to the bed.

“No.” A cry of displeasure tears from her lips, but I don’t let it deter me. She’s done touching. It’s my turn.

“I don’t want you coming too soon, darlin’.” I smirk at her pout. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you scream with my tongue.” I lower my face to her pink lips and slowly and painstakingly, glide my tongue from her opening to her swollen clit.

She lights up at the contact, her hips rising from the bed. Wanting to drive her wild, my hand finds her belly and I gently push her back down.

“Still,” I order, repeating the same action over. Her taste is sweet, with a hint of spice and fuck, if I could be drunk off it, I never ever want to be sober. Moving my tongue faster, I focus on her clit.

“Yes, there. Don’t move from there!” she calls out, pressing her hips into my face trying to lift for more friction.

“Darlin’, I know how to eat pussy. How about you just relax and let me.” I smile against her when she looks down her body at me.

“Seems to me you just like teasing,” she sasses, my dick bouncing in fucking delight.

“That’s the point, babe. Gonna light you up like a Christmas tree till you’re crying for release.” I ignore her panting and plunge a finger inside her. Her walls grip me tight, and I fight the urge to forget about her needs and sink my cock into her snug heat.

Soon. I remind myself.

Replacing one finger for two, I slowly hook them, searching for the right spot.

“Holy fuck, yes!” Her voice cracks in arousal, pushing me further along. I ignore the way my cock jumps at the husky sound and pick up my pace.

“Beau, Jesus. Don’t ever stop.” My name comes out as a growl, pulling my own groan from deep in my gut. She’s close. I know it. My cock feels it. Knowing I need it, I hook my fingers one more time, push down harder, and work her clit over and over. She thrusts her hips one more time, then cries out just as a small rush of her orgasm sprays against my tongue.

Holy fucking shit, she’s a squirter.

I don’t think my cock has ever wept with joy before this moment.

Her screams fill the room, and deep-seeded accomplishment flows through me. I can’t wait to fucking explore this.

Pushing the little nugget of knowledge away for another day, I keep my fingers hooked and fuck her clit with my tongue, lapping up her juices. She writhes under me, her screams making her voice raw.

“No more,” she pants, begging me to stop. With one last hook of my fingers, I give in to her request. Slowing my tongue, I carefully remove my fingers. Her juices glisten on them. I pull back and look down at her. She watches me closely, her cheeks flushed pink, a slight sheen of sweat covering her skin.

“Jesus Christ, Mackenzie, this is fucking something I wasn’t expecting.” I keep my eyes on hers as I lick my fingers clean.

“Beau, don’t.” She covers her face with one hand and I chuckle.

“I’m sorry, did you want a taste?” I tease, knowing by her reaction she’s probably never tasted herself before.

“NO!” She drops her hand. She looks almost embarrassed, but I don’t care. She’ll soon learn there is nothing to be embarrassed about with me in bed.

“Okay, next time you can lick them clean.” Her eyes bug out of her head, and I can’t help but laugh at her reaction.

Fuck me, so fucking sexy yet innocent.

“I’ve never, um, done it,” she admits, looking everywhere but me.

“You haven’t tasted yourself after a man’s gone down on you?” She shakes her head as I hover over her body then lower my mouth to hers.

She opens instantly, her tongue darting out to taste herself.

A soft moan gets trapped between us. I’m not sure who’s more turned on, me or her.

“You like?” I ask, moving my lips over her jaw and down her neck.

“On you, yeah.” She gasps as I sink my teeth into the soft flesh above her collarbone. She smells like strawberry today.

“You want more?” I ask, still wanting her to direct what happens next. Her head nods, but it’s not enough.

“Need words, Kenz. Always words.”

“I want you. Give me more.”

“What do you want, darlin’?” I lick around her nipple, before moving to the next one.

“You. I want you in me.”

“You want my cock?” I push, wanting her to say it. Needing her to say it.

“Yes, Beau. I want your cock.” She starts panting, the harder I roll my teeth over her tight nipple. “I want you to fuck me.” I pull back and line my throbbing cock at her entrance.

“Condom.” She exhales and I still. Fuck, how the hell could I forget?

“You on the pill, darlin’?” I ask, not wanting to put a hold on anything. My cock is practically weeping in delight. He’s not ready to give this up for a glove.

“Yes, and I’m clean,” she says, pulling me out of my pity party.

“I’ve never had sex without one,” I admit, not sure why I’d be willing to let her be the first.

“We don’t have to.” The need in her voice matches mine, so instead of thinking about it anymore, I thrust deep into her.

“Fuck!” We both cry out. Not in a painful kind of way but with relief.

“So fucking good.” I take a minute to let her adjust to my size as I get used to not wearing a condom. Her walls hug me tight and the sensation of flesh on flesh almost pushes me to lose my load.

“I need you to move, Beau,” she begs, ready before I am. I don’t comply with her needs; instead, I let myself sink deeper.

After a few moments of controlling the urge, I start to rock my hips. Slow to start with, building my rhythm, each deliberate stroke pulling her closer to the edge with me.

“Faster,” she moans, tipping her hips up to meet each thrust.

“Put your hands above your head, darlin’. Wanna see those perfect tits,” I order. My balls tense getting ready to explode. She follows my orders, and if my cock could be any harder, it would.

“Good girl, keep your hands there, you hear me?” She nods, her eyes rolling back.

“Words, Kenz. I need words.”

“Yes, Beau. I won’t touch. Even though I want more than anything to touch you, I’m going to keep my hands on the boring bed.” My grin grows wider at her unconventional way of submission.

Fuck, what I could do to her and her sassy mouth.

I pick up my speed, my resolve all but gone and start to unleash faster, rougher strokes into her. Her fingers fist the blanket.

“I’m there, oh, yes, yes, yes!” she cries out, her hands move to her head, pulling her hair as her walls spasm around my cock, gripping me as she rides out her release. It’s enough to set me off. My balls squeeze tight before exploding into her. Waves of pulsating pleasure roll through me as I empty the longest release of my life inside of her.

“Fuck, darlin’.” My pulse quickens as I thrust my hips over and over. The sounds of my balls slapping against her fade out as our ragged breaths fill the room.

“It’s never…” She sucks in a sharp breath. “The piercing…” Her head falls to the side as she gives up. I keep sliding slowly in and out of her. My cum mixed with her arousal spills out between us with each motion, but neither one of us moves to stop it.

Jesus when was the last time I came that hard?

Never.

“Darlin’, I don’t even know where to start.” Pulling a deep breath through my nose, I will my racing heart to calm as I finally pull out of her.

“Is it always like that?” She starts to laugh, her body shaking underneath me.

“I’ll let you know after the second round.” I look down at her. A deep, red blush covers her chest and a small sated smile paints her lips.

I really fucking hope so.