by Penny Wylder
Unlocking the door to my house, she follows me inside. I nod toward the back of the house where my bedroom overlooks the river. “You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
She walks over and glances into the room while I put her suitcase down. I turn back in time to see her roll her eyes. “Leo, that bed is massive. There’s no reason that you have to sleep on the couch. Like four people could sleep in there comfortably. We can share, since I’m guessing there’s no way that you’ll let me sleep on the couch even if I offered.”
That sends my cock from half hard to full mast. Being close to her like this…I already need to dive into the river and hope the icy water takes care of me. “It’s not the size of the bed that’s going to keep me on the couch, Diana.” My voice is dark. Almost feral.
I watch her cheeks go pink and her chest rise and fall faster. But she doesn’t look away. “What’s the real reason?”
It’s like the words unlock something in me. I stalk towards her, backing her against the wall. If I hadn’t put myself close to her, I would have died this very second. Now I can breathe, and I want to do more.
Diana looks up at me, and I could be imagining that her hunger matches my own, but God, I want it to be real. “I want to kiss you again.”
Her face turns into a smirk. “It’s about fucking time. I’ve been waiting.”
I press her into the wall before she finishes the last word, mouth crashing down on hers with too much force. But she’s clawing at me with the same intensity, her mouth open beneath mine, tongue dancing. Her moan undoes me, and I press her harder into the wall so that my body is touching every part of her. So she can feel every fucking inch of me and know what’s coming.
Because there’s no going back now.
She’s the one that moves, pulling me into the bedroom, and I’m honestly not sure where our clothes go, but they’re gone and suddenly I’m staring at her perfect fucking body. Naked. It stops me in my tracks.
“What are you doing?” she asks, breathless.
I allow my eyes to take her in, roving down from her collarbones to her breasts, with nipples that are exactly the shade of pink that I imagined. Past her stomach and curving hips to her pussy and back. “I’m taking you in,” I say. “Because I’ve been imagining this for days, and also going to take you slowly.”
Stepping closer, I wrap my hand behind her neck and tilt her face up to mine. “I’m going to take my time.”
She shudders, closing her eyes. “Yes.”
I want to consume her and let us both burn. Taking it slow is going to be an exercise in torture. And at the same time, it’s going to be completely worth it.
This time when I kiss her, it’s slow. I ease her lips open and trace her tongue with mine. She tastes like tea and sweetness, and she wraps her arms around my neck so we’re tangled together. Now that her skin is under my hands…
Jesus.
I stroke down her back all the way to her ass, savoring her softness and hauling her directly against my body so I can feel all of her at once. My cock is hot and hard between us, and Diana moans when I press her against it. That sound is everything I wanted it to be and more.
I pull her back in one movement, thoroughly enjoying the glassy arousal in her eyes and lips swollen from me kissing the hell out of her. Diana’s hair is up in a knot, so I turn her around and undo it, running my hands through it before I yank her back to me. This hair is going to be tangled when I’m done with her.
My cock rests perfectly in the curve of her ass, and I’m having a vivid fantasy of taking her there too. I want everything from her. I deliberately run my hands up the front of her body.
“You feel so good,” I whisper in her ear. Her breasts fit in my hands perfectly, nipples hardening under my fingers until she gasps.
“If there’s anything off limits,” I say just as quietly, “tell me now.”
Her low laugh drains what little is left of my blood all the way into my cock. “Do I need a safeword?” Before I can answer she turns around. “If we’re going to get kinky, it’ll have to be another time. I’ve been waiting days for you to fuck me.”
That’s all I need to hear. Pushing her back onto the bed, I climb over her. This. This is what I want. Diana underneath me, desperate and writhing in pleasure.
Dragging my lips across her collarbone, I start the process of learning her body. It’s a playground made just for me. I plan to take full advantage.
I feel like an animal, tasting her skin and craving more. I’m starving, and I’ll never have enough. “You know, I wondered something?” I say, mouth pressed against her skin as I kiss my way around the side of one breast.
“What?” Her voice is more breath than sound.
Slowly, I run a thumb over one nipple before I suck it between my lips. Graze it with my teeth. Goosebumps shiver across her skin and she arches into it. Fuck yes. “I wondered exactly what color pink these would be.”
Switching sides, I suck hard, and Diana groans. “Fuck.”
I laugh and tease her with my tongue, rolling it around the tiny peak until her hands are digging into my hair. “I think I could make you come with only this.”
“Oh my God, probably,” she says. “That’s never happened before, but I’m so fucking wet, I don’t doubt it could.”
The sound that comes out of me is close to a growl. “You’re not making it easy to take it slow.”
Diana pulls harder on my hair, urging me on. “I’m not the one who said they wanted slow.”
I bite the skin under her breast softly just to make her jump, travelling downwards and alternating bites and kisses over her stomach. By the time I reach her hips, her breath is coming in gasps, and when I guide her legs apart, she’s so wet that she’s glistening.
“Fuck, Diana.”
I’m so hard that I’m practically lightheaded. But nothing in the goddamn world is going to stop me from tasting her. Hands on her thighs, I hold her still while I press kisses everywhere but where she wants them. Along the inside of her legs, the top of her mound, the small crease of her leg, so close. I graze my fingers along her skin, down to the knee, and watch her shiver.
“Leo.” It’s a word and a warning all at once.
“Diana,” I say softly, and she shudders, feeling my breath on her. The first touch of my lips on her clit is barely there. Just the hint of a brush.
The word is long and drawn out. “Fuuuuck.”
And I devour her.
Diana tastes so fucking good. Sweet and rich, and I think I could spend an eternity between her legs a happy man. I love feeling the way she reacts. Shaking when I slowly circle her clit with my tongue, lifting her hips to meet my mouth when I suck it between my lips.
Her hands fist the bedsheets when I lick down her pussy and push my tongue inside her, fucking her slowly and thoroughly with just my tongue. She tastes the sweetest there—I’m practically drinking her down.
Her moans are the sexiest sound that I’ve ever heard, every stroke of my tongue bringing a new, more desperate one. At first they’re just moans, and then she’s saying my name, begging me as I seal my lips around her clit and lick her again and again and again.
And then she can’t speak anymore and it’s one long groan. For a brief second I consider stopping, not pushing her all the way and making her come only on my cock. But I like the taste of her too much, and I want it on my tongue.
So I keep going, curling my tongue under her swollen clit and moving with the rocking of her hips. I shove my hands under her ass and feast on her. Consume her like I’m dying and she’s my last meal.
Diana comes in a rush, entire body shaking, and back arching off the bed. Her orgasm floods over my tongue and I love it, licking over her until she stops shaking. “I could make you come again,” I say, slipping my tongue inside her.
“Oh God,” she says. “I don’t think I can. Ever.”
“That would be unfortunate, because I have plans.” Quickly, I grab a condom and roll it o
n, settling between her legs. “You have no idea the things that I want to do to you, Diana.”
Her entire body is relaxed, eyes still glazed with bliss, but she still manages to smirk at me. “Oh yeah?”
I slide into her with one swift movement and watch her lose her breath. Driving into her is all silk and heat and completely overwhelming. I drop forward and take her mouth in a kiss, plunging my tongue deep, the same way I’m about to fuck her.
She bites my lip as I pull away, and it ignites me. There’s no way that we can take this part slow. That can come later. But now that I’m inside her, all bets are off. “Yes. Every second that I wasn’t able to touch you, I was imagining this.” I rock my hips deeper. “And so much more.”
Diana wraps her legs around my waist, and there’s no more talking. I fuck her. Deep as I can go, and I move my hips until she gasps and moans into my mouth, and I stay exactly there, working her until she’s saying my name again. Music to my ears.
“Leo.” Her voice is rough. On the edge. Her pussy is squeezing my cock so hard that I’m almost blind, but I don’t stop moving. Never. Until she’s shuddering around my cock, head thrown back, coming again. And then I let myself go.
Pleasure hits me like an electric shock. I’m frozen, buried inside Diana as I come. I was lying when I said that orgasm in the shower was the best I’ve ever had. It’s this one. By far. I can’t breathe, lightning shattering across my eyes, and my whole body soaking in the wave of pleasure.
When we both come back down, we’re breathing hard, mouths so close that we’re breathing each other’s air. “Holy shit,” I manage. They’re the only words that come to mind right now. The only ones that actually matter.
“Yeah,” she says, equally breathless. “And that was then best sex that I’ve ever had. By far.”
I press my forehead against hers, not in a hurry to move or break the connection between our bodies. “Me too. And I need you to know that I didn’t let you do this just so I could sleep with you.”
Diana laughs, and we roll apart. I take the moment to take care of the condom before coming back to the bed.
“We’re supposed to be in love, right?” she says with a smirk. “Might as well take advantage of it. Besides, I wanted you the first time I saw you, and I’m pretty sure that you wanted me too.”
“You’re right. I did. But I wasn’t going to fuck a guest.”
“Too late,” she says.
I crawl back over her, covering her body with mine. “Since the mistake has already been made, might as well do it again, right?”
“Right.”
I kiss her, and together we get lost again.
10
Diana
The morning light is what wakes me. It’s later than I thought—the sun has moved so it’s shining in my eyes. My legs are tangled with Leo’s and one of his arms is underneath me. We’re half-covered with sheets, and nothing else.
Yesterday we didn’t leave the cabin. Hell, we barely left the bedroom. We were insatiable, and I still am. The kind of chemistry that’s between us doesn’t happen often. It’s overwhelming and all-consuming. We barely stopped for food.
My body is pleasantly sore, because it’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked like that. Actually, I’ve never been fucked like that. We talked in-between rounds of sex, and now that the sexual tension between us is broken, I like him. A lot.
Aside from the chemistry, our dynamic is more natural than I ever thought possible. I like the way he cares about his business and is determined not to let down his friends. I like his body—every rock hard inch of it—and the tattoos that cover his arms and shoulders.
By all accounts, he seems like a perfect, upstanding guy. An interesting man. The kind of guy that I’ve always wanted to find.
As soon as the thought occurs, I shove it down. I’ve been here before. And every time I pushed too hard and came on too strong and they ended up leaving. This isn’t even a real relationship. It’s sex and saving Blue Mountain. After that...
I won’t think about that. Right now, I’ll take it for what it is. Amazing goddamn chemistry. Even now, I don’t want to move away from his warmth.
Next to me, I notice that the sheet covering Leo is tenting. Morning wood. And it’s impressive. His cock is amazing. Long and thick, he touches places inside me that I’m convinced no other man has ever reached. And yesterday we were too busy fucking the old-fashioned way for me to get a closer look.
But now? Yes, please.
I ease myself away from Leo, careful not to wake him up as I slide the sheet away. God, his cock is beautiful. Not exactly a thing you can say about a lot of them, but this one is. My mouth waters before I slowly lick him. His cock jumps when my tongue touches it, reacting even in sleep.
Perfect. I take more of him, easing down onto his shaft until I can’t take anymore, slowly sucking him to the tip and sinking back down again. I tried to do this last night, and Leo pulled me off my knees in the kitchen and fucked me on the counter. The food we stopped for had gone cold. Thank God for microwaves.
But this time? I want to do this.
“Di?”
Leo’s voice is raspy with sleep. And just the sound of him makes me wet. Now that my body knows what he can do to me, all he has to do is say my name. I’ve never been so turned on during a blow job, but I’m halfway there.
“What are you doing?”
I don’t say anything in response. Instead, I dive down his shaft, taking him all the way until he’s nearly into my throat. I’m rewarded with a groan so deep I can feel the vibration.
“Di, you don’t have to do that,” he says, but his tone isn’t convincing.
Pulling away for a second, I look at him. “What makes you think I don’t want to?” I hold his cock and lick it all the way from base to tip, eyes locked with his. “What makes you think I’m not craving it?” Again, I move, this time sealing my mouth against his shaft as I move up to that sensitive spot beneath the head. Leo groans.
“What makes you think I don’t want to suck your cock like a fucking lollipop? Or have you fuck my face and mean it.”
I take him fully again then, letting him slip as far as he can possibly go, and Leo lets out a string of curses that makes me laugh even though my mouth is full of him.
Slowly, I bob up and down his shaft, circling the head of his cock with my tongue and savoring the jerks in his muscles and the way I see his hands curling into fists.
Leo is looking down at me, and that same hunger is in his eyes—the same hunger that I saw when I agreed to be his fake fiancée, and the hunger I saw yesterday every time he pulled me close for more.
I lick my lips as I let him go. “Show me what you like,” I whisper. His eyes roll back in his head, but he reaches out to me, weaving his fingers in my hair and guiding me back to his cock.
He pushes me down slowly, controlling the pace, and I let him. I want him to feel good. I want him to take what he needs from me. I want to taste him.
I close my eyes and focus on the feel of him on my tongue and following his lead. He moves me faster, gaining a rhythm and pushing deeper until his hips are nearly rising off the bed, fucking my mouth. Heat seeps through me, and I’m so wet that I think I could come from one touch. One breath.
Leo pulls me off his cock and I breathe, returning the way that he’s staring at me. With total awe. “Do it,” I tell him.
Pure lust transforms his face, and he pushes back into my mouth. Deeper than before. Harder. Leo’s eyes are closed and he’s biting his lip, holding my head still so he can fuck harder and faster. I fucking love it.
He plunges deep one more time, holding himself in my mouth, and he comes with a groan. Salt and heat splash across my tongue. It’s my turn to moan. I wanted this. To taste him and let him come in my mouth. To swallow everything. And I do.
Leo goes limp, and I pull away, shaking with arousal. “Fuck,” he says. “Just fuck.”
I crawl up his body so I’m laying across him.
Touching him is like a chemical reaction. He sets me on fire. “I liked that.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Really?”
Leaning up further, I press my lips to his ear. “I’m so fucking wet right now, Leo.”
He smirks. “Dirty Diana.”
“That’s me.”
“Want more?”
I take a shaky breath. “Yes. Always yes.”
In a flash he’s reversed our positions and he’s now behind me, pressing his body against mine. When his hand slides around and finds my clit. It’s already so slick that his fingers slip away, but it still feels so fucking good. “You weren’t kidding,” he whispers against my neck.
It helps that I’m not looking at him right now, to say, “I’ve never been this way before. With anyone. Not usually the dirty girl.”
His fingers dig into my hips, hard enough for me to gasp. “Good,” he says. “I don’t want you to be dirty for anyone else.”
“Ohhhh,” I manage. I’m practically vibrating with need, head rolling back onto his shoulder. “Please fuck me.”
His low laugh tightens my nipples, and I rock my hips back into his cock, already hard again. “When I’m finished with you, Di, you’re not going to be just dirty. You’re going to be filthy.”
Those words make me blind with need. He pushes me down onto the bed so I’m on my knees, hands sliding down my spine. I must be imagining the possession I feel in his touch, because this isn’t real. But it doesn’t matter—right now I belong to him.
Leo’s hands land on my ass, smoothing over my skin. And then his mouth is there, tongue against my asshole, and I freeze. Why does that feel so good? It shouldn’t feel this good, but it does. And it’s dirty. Oh fuck, Leo’s tongue is there, and I’m soaking. So wet that it’s about to drip down my thighs.
“You ever done this?” he asks. “Been taken here?”
I manage to find my voice. “No.”
A sound that’s almost a growl rumbles against my skin. “Good. Because before you leave Blue Mountain, your ass is mine.” I can’t even respond because his tongue is moving again and I can’t fucking breathe.
