Immortal Distraction (13 page)

When her tears stopped and her cheeks had dried again, he laid her gently on the soft bedding. He sat on the side of her bed looking down at her. His eyes were their bright blue and his expression serious and concerned. He stroked her cheek, leaning to her mouth and kissing her. He wasn’t the monster she’d dreamed of at all.

He pulled her to sit up and peeled the cardigan down her arms and off her body. He then lifted her shirt over her head and reached to unhook her bra, sliding it down and off her arms. His eyes zoned in on her nipples that were hardening by the millisecond. His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared as he looked at her body. “Lie back.” His voice sounded husky as he spoke, and when she was lying against the pillows behind her again, he reached for the button of her jeans. Once the button was undone and the zipper lowered, he hooked his fingers under the waist of her pants and underwear, and worked both down her hips.

He dropped his mouth to her stomach as he pulled her pants down, and he kissed trails of gentle kisses across her lower belly. He pulled back from her body as he pulled the pants from her legs and peeled her socks from her feet, tossing her clothes to the floor. When he stood, he started undressing himself as she watched. She watched as every last button of his perfectly tailored shirt was undone. And as he undid the buttons at the wrist, she stared at his muscular stomach that was tight and hard. His physique was impressive, and she could feel wetness spreading between her legs at the sight of him.

When he shrugged out of his shirt, he let it fall to the floor, and his hands moved to the waist of his straight front slacks that were just as impeccably tailored as his shirt. Every movement he made was controlled and confident, and as his pants and underwear were dropped to the floor, she gasped. He was incredible. She’d thought so the first time she’d seen him naked in front of her, but it still took her breath away. He was larger than any man she’d been with by a long shot, though there were admittedly few to compare him to. His breadth was intimidating, and she’d felt the soreness his size had left after their first time together.

Soreness or not, she was ready for him. He sat casually at her hip, ignoring the jutting length of his cock that she couldn’t seem to look away from. He watched her impassively as he trailed his fingers from her chin down to her chest. He let the tips of his fingers lightly run over her skin to one of her nipples. He rounded the hardened peak before clamping it between two fingers. The pressure was light, but as he held it, he pulled her nipple from her body and clamped down hard before quickly releasing the intense pressure he’d inflicted. He dropped his mouth to her sensitive nipple, pulling it gently with his lips as he soothed the slight soreness with his tongue.

He pulled back from her body and let his fingers wander lower on her body. She watched, mesmerized at just how good he was at this. Sex had always been a fairly anticlimactic experience that always left her disappointed. But every touch from the first time his mouth claimed her breast at the fundraiser to the first time he’d fucked her, she’d been impressed—definitely nothing anticlimactic about it.

Brit kept herself clean-shaven. She hated having unruly pubic hair, and she didn’t have the patience for shaving pubic hair patches that ended looking more like pubic topiaries than anything sexy in her opinion, so she kept it shaved down to nothing, and she was glad at least that she’d kept up on the lawn care lately. She only just shaved after arriving home from his place the night before, and as he glided his hand over the silken smooth skin of her mound, she inhaled a deep and steadying breath.

Every stress, worry, disappointment of the day was fading away, being brushed from her mind by his wandering fingers. He was still sitting at her side, watching the movement of his fingers as they explored her body. His eyes were seductive and calm, but as he slipped a finger down the wet slit of her sex, he hissed a quick breath and his cock flexed. He moved his other hand to his rigid shaft and stroked up the length of his arousal. His nostrils were flaring again, and he stroked through her wetness.

Her legs were closed, so his finger didn’t make it far, but he lifted the wetness to his lips and sucked it quickly from his skin. “God, I’m going to enjoy this.” His voice was quiet and husky as he spoke, and when his gaze flashed to hers, his eyes were smoldering in their cool heat. “Open your legs.” It was an intense order that would normally leave her refusing just on principle, but not with him—not right now. She parted her legs wide, and he grabbed her by the inside of the closest thigh to his body and pulled her leg even wider. He was sitting at her waist, and her thigh was snug against his bottom as he faced her.

He reached for her sex again. Her lips were open to his wandering fingers that stroked over the smooth sensitive skin of the inside of her lips. He slowly pressed one finger into her entry. He watched as his finger slowly sank to his knuckle, and then he equally slowly pulled it back out from her body. When he pressed back in with two fingers, his focus returned to her eyes. She was trembling and she fought to look at him as she felt the invasion of his two masculine, long fingers. When his fingers were once again imbedded fully in her body, he reached with his free hand to her hand that was closest to his body, guiding it down to his cock. She slowly stroked up his length, and his hand covered hers and squeezed her hand tight to his shaft as she rubbed.

He groaned as her hand moved against his rigid cock, and he used it to stroke up and down his length, keeping his hand clamped down to cover hers. His other hand had stilled with his fingers still buried to their knuckles in her pussy. But as he released his grip on her hand, his other started stroking in and out of her body. The sound of wet on wet took over the room interrupted only with their occasional moans or gasps when a particularly nice stroke wrenched it from their throats.

As a dribble of precum escaped the slit in his cockhead, he reached to wipe it away before pushing his glistening finger into her mouth. He tasted of iron and salt, and as she sucked his taste from his finger, his thrusting fingers that still worked her tight sheath slowly stopped, leaving her just on the cusp of orgasm. She sighed as he pulled his finger from her mouth, and he smirked at the disappointed look on her face.

He pulled her hand from its grasp on his penis before he moved to hover over her body. He leaned to her mouth, sliding his tongue between her lips and covering her lips with his. He touched the smooth surface of the inside of her mouth as he explored. And when he broke from her lips after only a minute, he moved down her body, kneeling between her legs and pushing her legs out as wide as they’d go. He pushed his groin to hers, and moving his hand to his cock, he used the head to rub and excite the tight nub of her clitoris. It caused a deep groan to emanate from her gut as he stroked her clit over and over and over again, but when he pulled back from her body and lowered his body to lie between her legs, her core clenched in waiting anticipation of his mouth. He’d mentioned it before, and she’d thought of it endlessly since.

He used his thumbs to part the length of her lips, revealing her entire sex to him and pulling the hood of her clit back to expose it further. He leaned slowly down and flicked her clitoris with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth and releasing it. He did this over and over as though kissing and releasing, but as her panting increased, his kiss lengthened and soon he was holding her clit between his lips, licking and flicking it with his tongue as his mouth sucked. He studied her eyes as his mouth worked, and she watched with clenching stomach muscles as his cheeks hollowed at the suction before releasing again.

She cried out loudly when he finally released the building tension in her groin with one final strong sucking kiss to her swollen nub. She twisted the sheets in her hand as he held the suction and her body trembled through her orgasm. When the tremble turned to shuttering spasms, he released his hold on her clit and pulled back to watch her body twitch and clench as the pulsing pleasure worked through her.

He climbed up her body, letting his cock nestle between the lips of her vagina. He was watching her eyes, waiting patiently for her to make the next move. She drew a deep breath. “We don’t need to use any protection, do we?” It came out more as an accusation than a question, but she was looking for some sort of confirmation of what she felt in her gut but failed to explain in rational terms. He shook his head slowly, studying her eyes. He looked serious as though he didn’t trust that she wouldn’t push him away with this admission. She wasn’t entirely sure what this admission actually meant, except that he wasn’t normal, not in the human sense of the word. But she wasn’t willing to think of that further at the moment. He was pushing her pain away, and she was going to let him. If it meant she was a lunatic, she’d deal with that later.

She reached for his lips to push them up and see just how true her dream might have been. She wasn’t sure she wanted to see or that she’d even believe if she did see … but she didn’t get the chance. He pulled back from her reach and shook his head tersely. He glared at her, waiting for her to react. He gave up at her startled and wide eyes, and he whispered on a husky voice as he leaned to her ear. “I’m just a man, Brit.”

“You’re something far more than that.”

He smirked slightly, and when he responded, his diction was soft enough that it kept his lips from showing her what she was terrified to see. “Thank you for not saying less. Now I promised gentle, so relax.” Then leaning to her ear, he spoke quietly as he pushed his penis past her lips into the warm and wet passage that clenched around his stretching and invasive penetration. “You tasted so fucking delicious, Brit. I’ve wanted that since the first time I met you.” His cock moved deeper and deeper as his words were spoken, and she could feel her muscles tightening around him. He groaned every time her muscles spasmed until he was fully within her body. When he pulled from her body, he knelt up between her legs, wedging his knees under her thighs. He stayed upright as he guided himself back into her body, and then pinning her thighs in place with a hand to the inside of each, he started thrusting.

His pace was slow, and he watched every penetration as he knelt between her legs. All the power and vigor were reined in, and he kept his movements controlled and steady as he pushed and pulled. His eyes were glued to the joining of their bodies as he rolled his hips seductively into hers, and with every push, she tightened her muscles down around him. That move was met with a groan each and every time, and she watched as his stomach muscles tightened in response to her clenching sheath.

When he leaned back over her body with a deep, painful thrust, he grunted in her ear. “God woman, you’re going to kill me.” But his chuckle was all pleasure. He stilled deep inside her body and held her eyes. “Tighten on my cock. You have incredible muscles, and I want to feel them on me.” She stared at him, afraid to even move. She was almost embarrassed to breathe at his words, but he coaxed her further. “Now, Brit. I’m not going to move until you give me what I want. I know you know how.”

She tightened her muscles, clenching as hard as she could. His eyes bulged for a moment as he let out a groan of pleasure. “Oh fuck, that’s good. Again.” She bore down hard on his length that throbbed inside her pussy, and another moan took over his throat. “Again.” His voice was husky with need, and the moment she clenched he was in heaven once more. He kept repeating
again
every time he was ready for more and before long his stomach muscles were rippling against hers.

“I want to fuck you hard. I know I said gentle, but I want more. Let me.” She nodded once as he pulled from her body, and when he slammed back into her, it was her turn to unleash a loud guttural groan, and he set a new pace. He reached to the headboard of her bed and he jolted their bodies forward with each deep thrust that left her insides aching. His movements were so completely harsh, but still controlled perfectly. He wouldn’t hurt her. He’d push her to her limit, but she didn’t worry for a moment that it would be too much. There was a bizarre and unexplained trust to it that left her confused but too intoxicated by his movements to care.

When she came again, he let his own orgasm release the tension that had been building from their first touch. He released his cum within her body, and as he slowly pulled from her, he used his hand to stroke and milk every last bit of it from his body and into hers before finally collapsing at her side and pulling her into his arms.

When Brit spoke, she was almost shocked to hear her voice. “Why won’t you let me see your teeth?” Did she really want to start an argument right now? But he chuckled.

“I have no problem letting you see my teeth … now…”

“Now?” But she took the opportunity. She pulled herself up to her elbow to look down at him, and he watched her steadily. She reached to his lip, expecting him to stop her, but he didn’t. She lifted the side of his lip and saw teeth, just teeth—perfectly white and straight. Enviable by any account, but teeth nevertheless. When she touched the cuspid tooth that had only the slightest point that could have easily been anyone’s tooth, he watched her.

She gave up and snuggled down against his side, and he held her tight to his body. “Angus is a strange name for an American.” She let her thought drift out of her mouth.

“I was born and raised in Ireland.”

“But you don’t have an accent.”

“I lost it long ago.” His words were quiet. He knew she was delving for information, and she couldn’t tell if it upset him or not, but it wasn’t Brit’s habit to worry about such things, and that was a habit not easily broken—even by him.

“How long ago?”

He sighed. He was definitely on to her. “Stop, Brit.” She wasn’t sure why she actually listened to him, she rarely listened to anyone when they told her what to do, but she listened to him, and she let it go. For the time being.

It was late, she was exhausted, and the moment she closed her eyes, she drifted away.