Save Me (5 page)

He really wasn’t going to make a move, Alicia realized. Not sure what else to do, she began to walk toward the light switch on the wall. Darkness should make this easier. At least then he wouldn’t be able to see how completely out of her depth she really was. But just as her hand reached out to touch the switch, the dulcet tones of his voice stopped her.

“Leave them on.” Pause. “Please?”

It was the “please” that got her, melting the last piece of ice in her soul. This was a man who could have any woman he wanted, but he wanted her. He had been there for her. Patiently, he had nursed her to health, ushered her into a new state of being by giving her the strength to shed her old self. There was no longer any doubt about how he felt for her. For the first time in her life, she was not a possession; she wasn’t something to be bartered. Claus wanted Alicia the woman, not the prize, not the thing, not the toy. What did it matter if the light was on? No one had ever looked at her the way he was watching her now. Surely he would never turn away from her in disgust. All she had to do was be brave and take this chance life had decided to give her.

Taking a deep breath, she reached behind her neck and unfastened the flowing dress Claus had requested she wear to dinner. She’d never had large breasts so wearing a bra would have been unnecessary as well as impractical. So when the dress fell to her feet she was standing only in her panties and heels. But the shame she had expected to feel never came. All the shyness that had been present just a moment before evaporated as she walked toward him. No she wasn’t young, and her body wasn’t as tight or slim as some twenty-year-old’s, but all she had to do was look into his eyes for confidence. In those eyes she was beautiful; she was desirable. Hell, she was downright alluring.

As she reached him she dropped to her knees, wedging her body in between his legs to lean against him. Proof of how much he wanted her rubbed against the soft tissue of her breast. She could acutely feel his hard, heated flesh through his trousers. Good Lord, he was huge! There was a brief flicker of doubt. Could she handle him? Did she want to even try?

“You can take as much or as little as you want,” Claus spoke gravely, clearly seeing her consternation. Funny how that reassurance washed away any doubt.

Yes, she did want this. She wanted him. She had wanted him for so long the nagging had lodged itself deep into the center of her being, becoming a permanent part of her. Now that ache burned in earnest, flooding her pussy so much that the tiny scrap of panties she wore was soaking.

She throbbed in anticipation as her fingers reached up to undo the rest of the buttons of his shirt. Not bothering to remove it, she pressed her lips against his skin, moaning at the hardness of his muscles, the way he jumped ever so slightly at the touch of her lips. She heard rather than saw his hands tightening on the leather arms of the chain in which he sat. Even though he didn’t make it sound, she could feel what her closeness, her kisses, her touch were doing to him. If the column of his cock jumping ever so softly against her chest was anything to go by, she was definitely having an effect.

Peeking up at him through her lashes, Alicia was entranced by the look on his face. It was like he was in pain, the tension in his body making him appear to be made of stone. His eyes burned down on her, their perfect blue fire threatening to set her entire being ablaze. Her hands were surer, steadier, as she unbuckled his belt then made short work of opening his pants.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered as his dick sprang out, granite hard, unbelievably thick and long.

Wrapping her hand around his cock’s wide girth, she licked her tongue around the angry-looking mushroom head. The way he moaned in response, his body going completely still, made her sheath thrum with anticipation.

“
Meine Liebe, meine Qual
,” Claus hissed. “You try my control.”

Good. It was the ultimate compliment to try his control. The man was far too controlled as it was. Keeping eye contact, she sank her mouth down as far as she could, which didn’t even amount to halfway down his dick. Still, the emotions that played across his face were priceless. So she did it again, and again, each time managing to move herself a little bit lower. She was unrelenting until his hands moved from the armrest of the chair, his fingers burrowing into her hair. With a grip that wasn’t quite what one might consider tight he forced her mouth away.

“This night is for you.” His words came out as a cross between a growl and a groan. She loved that, loved the erotic agony that punctuated his words. “No more of that. I’m just a mortal man.”

Preening, she couldn’t hold back a smile. It wasn’t so much what he said that made her believe, but the way in which he said it. Lust made his accent thicker, sexier. Never had such a solidly built man looked so utterly helpless as he had when he pulled her mouth away. With a siren’s smile, she slid up his body to straddle his lap. Slowly she dipped her head until their lips were almost touching.

There was something to this having control thing; she could get used to this. “If it’s all about me, maybe I should demand your mouth,” she teased, rubbing her crotch in slow circles down on his erection. “But—” Oh, so briefly, she allowed their lips to touch. “Not these lips.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth she found herself being lifted out of the chair and carried effortlessly to the bed. He didn’t drop her, not her Claus. He laid her down softly, as if she were made of porcelain. When their lips finally met, it wasn’t with the passionate violence she’d seen the movies. It certainly wasn’t the bruising mark of possession she was used to. Claus kissed her like a question spoken with solely the movement of lips, gently prodding. Opening up to him was easy; he made her surrender so easy. His lips, his tongue, melted her to the point she felt as if she were nothing more than a pool of liquid need. Caught up in the kiss, she didn’t feel him take off her panties, but only knew because there was no impediment to his sudden touch. A single finger, so beautifully thick, traced the seam of her pussy lips. He pressed down against her clit just enough to send spasms shooting through her pussy. Her hips bucked trying to get his finger to press harder, but there was no give. Claus held them both steady.

“Not so fast,
meine engel
,” he whispered against her lips. “You shall have everything you desire, but we don’t want to rush. Your wish is my command—your desire is my duty. I want to taste you, to feel you explode into my mouth. This is what you desire,
ja
?”

“Yes! Oh, God, yes!” That was exactly what she wanted. Spoken in the German-accented-laced words, it sounded twice as wicked and twice as scrumptious.

As soon as she breathed out her consent, he was right there, his mouth licking, sucking, sending her into another state of being. Her legs opened wide to accommodate his substantial, solid frame, her hips lifting on instinct. She never knew a man could tongue-kiss her pussy as if he were making love with his mouth. Every greedy push inside her was like a lick of fire. And Lord, was the man thorough. Licks and suckles were accentuated with the tweaking of her clit—not too hard, not too soft, between his thumb and forefinger, or those fingers lazily pressing inside her channel. With uncanny accuracy, he curved his fingers upward inside her while pressing down on her lower abdomen with a flat palm. All the while his mouth never left her clit.

All her former moans quickly morphed into full-bodied screams as her back arched off the mattress. Her body didn’t seem to know if it wanted to freeze or melt, so it did a strange combination of the two, jerking as her mind flew apart in mindless ecstasy. There was no way she could take anymore; she couldn’t even think. Her body was not much more than a rag doll as he rolled them both over, placing her square on top of the Claus mountain.

For minutes Claus didn’t move. He just silently watched her as she slowly came down from the highest peak she’d ever experienced. His clothing was gone, his cock rock hard, but all he did was softly rub her back, watching. Always watching. He really wasn’t going to make a move, she realized. Even if she were to get up, put on her clothes and walk away, he would do nothing to stop her. But the need she saw in his eyes—she knew that need because she felt it with every fiber of her being.

It was that look that fueled her. With energy she hadn’t thought she could muster just seconds before, she grasped his massive, bobbing cock with her hand, positioning him at her opening. Would he fit? Would there be pain? Oddly, the prospect didn’t faze her at all. The need to be physically connected to this man was overwhelming.

So she sank down—or at least tried to. It was a tight fit, so very tight. The wide head stretched her, not quite painfully, but skirting that edge. It just felt too good to stop. Even though she only managed a few inches, she found when she rocked her hips slowly, little by little she could fit a bit more. Only, the more she rocked the more she wanted. She needed more; she needed it all. Her hips began to move faster as a drive she couldn’t understand urged her on.

“
Liebling
, don’t force what you cannot—
Scheisse
!”

There! She’d done it! But oh, holy fuck, she was full. Pausing for a moment, she took stock of the incalculable sensations coursing through her. Yes, there was a twinge of pain, but the kind so sweet it made you want more. Her vaginal walls seemed to pulsate in time with the thick cock inside her. As much as she would’ve loved to stay still and examine the feeling fully, that just wasn’t an option. One ache might’ve been eased by impaling herself on him, but it woke a whole host of others. Answering the call as old as time, Alicia started to move, helpless to do anything else.

* * *

The woman was trying to kill him. It had taken every last iota of strength not to move when he’d been sitting in that damn chair and she decided to wrap her mouth around his cock. All he’d wanted to do was grab her, throw her on the bed and take her like a madman. Fuck, the way she had looked up at him while her tongue did wicked little circles around the head was enough to make a saint a sinner. There was no way he could allow her to continue. This was supposed to be about her, not him. Alicia might not realize it, but she needed to be control. Every instinct within him screamed for him to keep a tight lid on his lust. But damn, the way she had worked to get as much of his cock as possible into his mouth—how could a man just take that?

And her taste! He could’ve happily dined between her legs for hours, but his dick had other ideas. Throbbing so hard he could feel it in the head on his shoulders, he was at least able to drive her to three orgasms before rolling them over. Claus knew he was no small man; he wanted to make damn sure she was well and truly lubricated. Waiting for her to mount him was pure hell. There was no way he was going to ask her to do it. So he had just lain there, waiting. When she finally straddled him he’d wanted to cry out in extreme relief.

But damn if that relief didn’t turn into torture. She was well and truly killing him now. Too fucking tight! The walls of her pussy held him in a fist-like grip, stroking his flesh to the point he was sure he would lose it. The way she slowly worked him inside, rolling her hips so perfectly, had him moaning like a virgin. Every little spasm in her cunt sent shockwaves all through him, making his toes curl into the mattress. Sweat beaded on his brow, on his chest, all down his legs as he held his body tense—wanting, needing, receiving.

By the time Alicia had embedded herself completely, Claus was holding on by a very thin thread.
Hergott
, her pussy was choking the shit out of him! There was no way he could move; if he did, she’d end up on her back, legs on his shoulders as he fucked her hard and deep. Damn it, just thinking about that made him move, his hips jerking.

If she didn’t start moving, he was going to lose his shit. “
Liebling
, you’re going to have to—”

The rest of the sentence was abruptly cut off as his mind completely blanked. White-hot heat flooded his veins, setting the rest of him ablaze. His hands gripped her hips as his own pelvis surged upward, meeting her downward drive with force he truly tried to hold back. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Her pussy dragged up his shaft, torturously slow before quickly dropping back down to the hilt. God, she was so damn beautiful! The way her body moved on top of him was hypnotizing; she flowed like rippling waters down a lazy river. She had him completely spellbound. The moans that came out of those plump, bow-shaped lips were more melodic than music.

Tightening his grip he did everything he could to hold back. Her pussy was undiluted pleasure and pure erotic agony. If he moved even an inch, he’d lose control.