Oh, that felt good. Her clit throbbed, ached, swelled painfully at the friction she created as she rode him.
“Callan,” her cry was a shocking mixture of fear, overwhelming need, and questioning desperation as his mouth covered the hard nipple that rose pleadingly from her breast.
He drew on her, the sensation spearing into her womb, her cunt. His tongue rasped over the hard flesh, the texture of his tongue was rough but incredibly gentle, deeply erotic. He suckled her, laved her, then nibbled at the flesh as she writhed on his thigh, moaning, begging for release.
“Son of a bitch.” He pulled back from her, staring down at her with eyes glittering with lust and confusion. “This isn’t normal, Merinus. This need should not be here.” He jerked her shirt back over her breasts, restoring order to her clothes, if not her senses.
“Sit.” He pushed her onto the couch that sat against the wall and began to pace the floor.
Merinus shook her head. It wouldn’t stop. The pulsing, throbbing need was only intensifying.
“What did you do to me?” she gasped, shaking her head. “It won’t stop.” He paused, turning to her.
“What?” He frowned, staring into her eyes, confusion crossing his face.
“It won’t stop,” she gasped, fighting for control. “You did something to me. Now make it stop.” Callan came to his knees before her, staring into her eyes, frowning at whatever he saw there. A tremulous laugh escaped her throat.
“Damn, Callan, you really need to watch those kisses. They’re dangerous.”
“They have never been a problem before,” he growled, his fingers lifting to her forehead as though checking for a fever.
“Share them around do you?” she asked, gritting her teeth against his touch. “I don’t like this. I think I’m going to call my brothers to come out and kick your ass now.” She wouldn’t. Not really. They would welcome the chance to take her seriously, especially Kane, her hot shot Special Forces brother who held a grudge against the world.
“What are you feeling?” he asked her quietly. “Besides the obvious?”
“The obvious multiplied as high as you can go,” she bit out, clenching her thighs together. “Do you know I’m a virgin? Seriously, virgins shouldn’t be this turned on. It has to be bad for their health or something.
We’re an endangered species, ya know?”
She ignored the shock in his expression.
He tilted her head, his gaze going over her neck, then he jerked her shirt up again, examining her breast.
Merinus looked down, almost grinning at the site of the love bite that marred her nipple.
“Callan, that tongue of yours is dangerous.” She moaned as his thumb raked the hard flesh.
She heard his low moan an instant before he covered the other peak with his mouth. Her hands went to his hair, holding him close, feeling his tongue stroke her gently, his mouth drawing on her tightly. She squirmed against him, moving her body lower, wanting to press herself tight and hard against the bulge that threatened to burst the seams of his jeans.
“God, I smell you. So hot and sweet,” he gasped as he pulled back, his head lowering as he rested it in the valley of her breasts. “I want to taste you so desperately Merinus, that it rages through me.”
“What?” Shocked pleasure electrified her body.
“I want to bury my mouth in that hot little cunt of yours,” he groaned. “I want to lap every bit of your cream and stroke you with my tongue until you give me more.” The cream in question wept slowly from her vagina in mute plea for just that. Her swollen clit throbbed, her womb spasmed. His mouth nibbled at the curve of her breast, his tongue stroking the swollen flesh, the rough texture of it making her shiver with need.
“Please, do something,” she groaned, her thighs tightening on his as he pushed his cock deep into the vee of her thighs. “I swear, Callan, your touch is like a drug.” He stopped. She felt his muscles tense, then an oath sizzled from his mouth as he jerked away from her.
“I’m going to regret asking. But what’s wrong now?” She laid her head back against the couch, breathing heavily as she dragged her shirt back down.
She could hear him fighting for breath as well. She opened her eyes, watching as he stood several feet from her, watching her.
“If you don’t get out of here, I’m going to fuck you,” he bit out savagely. “Think about it, Merinus. You don’t know me. I’m a stranger to you. A genetic animal that’s getting ready to tear your clothes from your body and fuck you on a grease stained couch. Is that how you want your first time?” Merinus frowned. “Well, it didn’t top my list of things to do today. But I’ve always been good at improvising.”
She could think of no reason not to lie back on the couch and let him have his way with her. She didn’t understand his problem and her body was in such a riot that she really didn’t care.
“Merinus, think,” he bit out, moving to sit on the opposite end of the couch as he raked his fingers through his hair. “You’ve never been assaulted by lust in such a way. This cannot be normal.”
“How would I know?” she frowned. “I told you, I’ve never done this before. Have you?”