by C. M. Steele
She looked into my eyes, a smile creeping over her sensuous face. "You are fine as hell.” The words pass her lips as if they were just her secret thoughts, but now they belonged to me. Mine to remember that this isn’t just the beastly hunger in me, but a two-sided affair.
Dipping my head down raking my eyes over her body then back up. I traced every inch of her body with my gaze putting into my memory.
A blush spread down from her cheeks to her chest. My balls were heavy, and I grunted my appreciation.
She was the one who was sexy, pure perfection.
The nude colored lace bra barely covered her perky breasts. Eager and hungry, I yanked the cups down, letting her berry-colored nipples pop out and reveal heaven to me. My mouth latched around one, sucking hungrily while my hand teased and plucked the other.
A soft moan slipped past her lips as I slid my mouth to her other breast. She clutched my hair, and arched her back, sending her ample chest in my face.
My teeth clenched together, scraping them on her breast enough to cause her to moan a little louder this time. Switching to the other, I sucked on her tender flesh. My light beard grazed her skin, leaving red marks that only turned me on more. I was feeling so wild that I didn’t know who this new person was that I’d become.
I reached for her zipper and peeled down her white capris, intentionally caressing every inch of bared flesh as I went. My hands skimmed back up her smooth skin until I reached her thin, nude panties that hid her pussy from me. With two fingers, I stroked her wet patch, sending desire pulsing through both of us.
Laying her down, my fingers grabbed the waistband and tugged them until they slipped over her tiny feet. Stuffing them into my pocket, I kicked off my shoes and lowered my face between her thighs, breathing her in. Fuck, her pussy juices soaked her puffy pink cunt. I couldn’t help myself, I needed to taste her, to feel her body shake over my face.
Thinking about all the porn I’d watched over the years, I parted her sweet lips and took my first lick. Holy shit, I found my addiction. Lapping up her sticky core, I ran my tongue up and down her slit until I hit the tiny little nub at the top. Lifting her legs to rest on my shoulders, I devoured her heat. Wanting more of her, I slid one finger into her wetness. Fuck, she clenched around it and gave me more to taste, so greedily, I added a second.
I want to make her come; I want to hear her cry out and beg for more. Her movements became unsteady as she thrust her pussy into my face. I could feel her body shake, and her moans spurred me on. Her hand tugged on my hair as she cried out her orgasm.
“Take me before someone shows up,” she demanded. I cracked a huge grin and obeyed the woman I planned to marry. I’d known it from the start, but she’d probably need convincing.
I shoved my pants and boxer briefs to my knees. My cock popped free and stood long and thick over her belly.
“Wow. You’re going to break me with that thing,” she gasped.
“I’ll take it easy on you, sweetheart. I want you coming for me.” I pressed my fingers to her pussy, stroking her clit. Balancing on one arm, I lined up my cock at her entrance then wrapped one leg under my arm. Unsure of myself, I did what I’d watched time and again. I pushed forward and slammed through her wetness, finding a surprise.
Chapter 3
Charlotte
I did my best to hide the fact that it hurt. Everything had felt so good until then, and I didn’t want to stop. My body demanded that he’d give me more of what I just had a taste of. My raging lust had gone into overdrive. I don’t know if it was the storm or being helplessly stranded or the plain fact that I wanted him from the first second I saw him yesterday.
My mind let go of all reason. The only thing that I focused on was the pleasure his hunger brought me. For a brief moment, I’d forgotten about my innocence. Maybe I should have said something, but I was so lost in him that nothing mattered but his touch. I never thought I could lose myself in passion, but Ian did that to me.
Ian…so sexy. I loved the sound of it. Hell, I loved the sound of his voice as it sent goosebumps all over my flesh. Not that he’d spoken much before we ended up with his huge cock tearing my pussy in two.
He looked down into my eyes with a bit of fear that transformed into a smile when he saw the lustful look in mine. Ian had to be the most attractive man I’d ever seen. Everything about him had been panty meltingly sexy. The pang of loneliness faded in the passion that he created in me.
“You’re all mine, Charlotte.” That hit me like a shot of pure electricity. I nodded my head, cupped his jaw and dragged his mouth down to mine. We kissed voraciously, so needy that our tongues clashed. My desire building with every thrust of his massive cock and yet I needed more.
He slid almost all the way out, then slowly pumped all the way back in. He continued to go nice and slow until I clenched tightly around him. My orgasm danced around the edge, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was coming hard again. I made myself come twice in all my years, but nothing compared to him.
“Oh shit,” I gasped, clutching his shoulders. “My God.”
“Thanks, sweetheart, but I’m hardly that. Ian will do just fine.” I giggled a little, then arched my brow and pouting my lips in an attempt to be sexy.
Watching the way his eyes displayed pure lust and the curve of his lip as he smiled down at me, I was under his spell. “Ian,” I seductively panted.
He growled, glaring down at me. “Say it again, sweetheart.”
“Ian,” I chanted repeatedly. I thrust my hands into his hair, wanting to kiss him again. He slid down onto his elbows and crushed his mouth to mine. I could feel our bodies connected from top to bottom, but it wasn’t enough. I tightened my legs around his waist with my heels on his firm, round ass. Damn his butt was even sexier out of his shorts.
Wild and on the verge, I clawed his back all the way down to his butt, squeezing it. He picked up the pace; his hips pumping and sending his cock deep inside. There was a pleasurable pain that was undeniable and only added to the wicked passion between us. The sensations he caused were all new and very much welcomed. It felt so good that I didn’t mind the cool, damp stone floor.
“Charlotte, I’m coming,” he roared against my ear as he froze. A wave of electricity pumped through me, and my back arched off the ground as I followed him over. I closed my eyes and absorbed the pleasure, forgetting all else, but Ian and me. We both laid still, panting and while our bodies jerked out the last of our orgasms.
A loud thunder ripped through the air followed by a bolt of lightning, illuminating the sky. It was crazy dangerous and beautiful just like what happened between Ian and me.
He rose up, supporting his weight on one elbow as he peppered kisses over my face and neck. When his lips touched mine again, I became insatiable as the need to belong washed over me. I ground my hips on his so this connection wouldn’t end.
The thought of losing Ian would remind me how alone I’d become and how fleeting happiness was. He rolled over onto his back and silently wrapped his arms around me until I relaxed into his embrace. A lone tear escaped my eye, and thankfully he hadn’t noticed.
God, I was a mess. I couldn’t hear a thing with my heart thumping in my ears, so I hoped he hadn’t said anything. Tomorrow I’d get my head on straight, but for tonight Ian could have all he wanted from me. I would treasure this time my entire life. He was the bit of light in a world of darkness that had drained my heart this morning. My true history had been hidden from me, and my future tossed to the wayside.
Chapter 4
Ian
I rolled over and pulled her on top of me, rubbing her back in a slow circular motion because breaking our connection felt unbearable. My thoughts swam with the possibilities of forever with Charlotte. Dad had been right. When you know, you know.
The sound of the rain played to the beat of my heart. I breathe in the vanilla scent of her shampoo, smiling to myself as I envision our future and. My eyes opened lazily, and I took in where we lay. This
place was magical. I’d just lost my virginity and took hers at the same time in the middle of a castle’s ruins. This wasn’t the ideal place, and yet it was. Nothing could erase this memory from my soul.
The storm picked up again, but we were sheltered from most of the rain, but we were still getting wet. Damn, I wondered if there was flooding in this area. We had to get out of here before it got dark and colder. Though we laid there in a wet and sweaty pile, I could stay like this forever, and I planned to make it happen.
“Sweetheart, we’ve got to get going. The sun is about to set, and I don’t know how cold it’ll be when it does,” I whispered, rubbing her bared flesh. I could feel the slight chill on her skin and worried that she’d get sick because of me. I couldn’t let that happen. She was mine to protect. Suddenly the euphoric haze cleared, and my priorities changed.
“Oh, yeah,” she said groggily. She got up after I reluctantly let go of my hold. She stood there adjusting her bra, but the rest of her is bared to my eyes and lust roared through me all over again.
“Holy fuck,” I growled. She turned to look at me and blushed. I stared at her like I didn’t just fuck her sweet body and licked my lips, letting her know where my mind rested.
Clearing my throat, I grunted, “Get dressed, and then we’ll go back to my hotel for dinner. There’s a restaurant inside it.”
“Um…sure,” she stammered, her eyes wide as spun around looking at the ground. I knew what she was looking for, but I wasn’t giving them back. “I can’t find my underwear,” she exclaimed. I tucked in my still rock-solid cock and then buttoned my pant, hiding my smile in the process.
With a neutral expression, I suggested, “Just go without them.” I slipped my undershirt over my head which helped me keep a straight face. I shook out my button up shirt, but it was too dirty to put on.
“But my pants are white and almost see-thru,” she exclaimed, looking around the ruins fruitlessly.
“Well, then maybe we can just eat in my room,” I suggested with a wag of my brows. I’ll eat her fucking pussy all night long if she let me. Damn, my balls are aching like I didn’t just come hard inside of her.
From the look in her eyes, I could tell I’d been caught. It wasn’t going to change anything though. “That’s okay with me.” She smirked back. Damn, she was going to get fucked against a wall next.
I took her hand and led her to my car. Once she was settled in nicely, I closed the door and rushed around to the driver’s side and pulled out onto the main road that led back to town.
We drove in silence for a few minutes. Charlotte turned her head to face mine, and I hoped she wasn’t going to call our night short. I don’t need to fuck her, but I need to hold her. “I don’t normally do this,” she expressed. I figured that much from the whole virginity thing, but I got where she was coming from.
I laughed inwardly, then awkwardly admitted, “Sweetheart, I get it. I have to admit that I held the same status you had.” There was no reason to beat around the bush.
“What do you mean?”
I took her hand, intertwining our fingers and set them on the center console. “I mean—you took my virginity, too.” It should have been a hard thing to admit, but I wanted her to know the truth, and it just fell out of my mouth.
“Okay, what would make you think I’d buy that?” she scoffed as if it was unbelievable. I supposed she had a point, but I was a hundred percent honest with her.
“Because it’s true. I know it’s rare for a twenty-three-year-old, but it’s the truth.”
She continued to shake her head, but I still caught a satisfied smile. “Wow, really? I can’t believe it. You’re a guy.”
“Yes, I can’t say I didn’t get horny or that I haven’t taken matters into my own hands, but I figured it should be special.”
“So, having sex in the middle of nowhere on the floor of a castle in ruins qualified?” she reminded me that it wasn’t the smartest place to lose my virginity.
“You were there, and that’s all that I needed to make it special.”
She blushed and stopped the questioning, but I wasn’t done.
“Did you come to Italy alone?” I should have asked that before, but the thought of another man in her life ticked me off. Seeing that she gave me her virginity, I felt confident enough to ask.
“I came with my parents, but they had to leave early.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Well, not quite since I got to spend time with you.”
We arrived at my hotel and ordered some food to be delivered to the room. While we waited, she showered and put on a pair of my boxers shorts and my Red Sox t-shirt. Fuck, it never looked better.
During our meal, we continued to talk about her trip and how she’d traveled around Europe. With her leaving in a couple days, I had to convince her that this wasn’t a one-off. We’d be together come hell or high water. It would have to wait until morning because her pretty hazel eyes were sleepy.
As much as I wanted to claim her again, I didn’t press it. Instead, I carried her to bed, wrapped her up in my arms, and we fell asleep.
Chapter 5
Charlotte
I woke up a few hours after Ian and I had fallen asleep. It was still dark, so my eyes took a moment to adjust, but when they did, I could see how perfect he was. Everything about him screamed too good to be true—from his dark hair and sexy scruff down to the way he had the slightest upturn smile in his sleep.
Doing the right thing never hurt so much before. My soul ached to do it, but I had to leave even if it cut me deep and permanently.
We didn’t know each other, and I was too damn broken and fragile to let him break me anymore. I’d still been reeling from my parents’ deceit, hurting that they could do that to me.
I change out of his shorts and put my capris back on. The rest I carry out of the room, so I don’t wake him. With my body shaking from what we’ve done and my nerves on edge, I head to my hotel. The second I arrived, I darted into my room without being seen. I’d never had to be this sneaky, and it didn’t feel right to me.
Immediately, I grabbed all my things and loaded them into my suitcase. Damn, my body ached in the best sort of way. I couldn’t believe we made love in an old ruin in the rain. I blushed thinking about it while sitting in my room.
I booked my flight for this afternoon, but I wanted to be at the airport well before that just in case he came looking for me. As I checked out, I peered around like I was on the run from Interpol or some shit, but I was hoping Ian didn’t see me. He had been amazing, but it was a stupid whim. Something I did to feel wanted.
Why are you lying to yourself?
I couldn’t handle Ian’s rejection later when the magic of Italy wore off so it would be better if I did the leaving first.
The taxi driver helped me into the back and loaded my luggage all the while smiling at me as if he knew my guilty secret. As if somehow he could read the fear on my face and could tell I was on the run. I had to be losing my mind.
As I sat there, I saw him coming. I ducked my head, and it worked because he ran into the hotel.
Calm your ass down. You’re doing the right thing. Fuck, I’m so not doing the right thing.
The driver pulled away without Ian seeing me. “Miss, you’re leaving a lover behind? That is quite unkind,” he teased in a thick accent with a condescending shake of his head.
Bastard.
I blushed shamefully shaking my head in denial. Instead of responding verbally, I focused on the view out my window. The familiar bend in the road sent a jolt of electricity through my stomach. Just then we reached the ruins where Ian and I lost ourselves, and my eyes couldn’t look away. A new bus full of tourists exited in front of our love nest.
“Did you get to see them?” he questioned.
“Yes, I took the tour,” I replied, failing to hide the stained red cheeks.
“Good, there are many things to see, but that is one that shouldn’t be missed. They say it is where many go and fall in love.
” There went that damn knowing look. Did they have cameras in there that we missed?
“Really? You’re joking.”
With a straight face, he looked through the rearview mirror and explained, “I am not. It’s the castle of love. The couple had been married for sixty years, the longest in their time, dying on the same day.”
“That’s incredible,” I sigh, tugging on the hem of Ian’s Red Sox tee.
“Yes, many couples meet their spouses there,” he added drifting off as he finished the sentence. I quirked my brow at him then stole another glance out the back window as the ruins disappeared in the distance.
I took his words and let them simmer in my mind the entire trip home.
The moment I landed at the airport, I felt the need to turn back, but it had been too late. As they say, “A day late and a dollar short.” I could kick myself for realizing it.
Maybe Ian had been serious about me. No, I’d been lied to for my entire life and hadn’t been able to see the truth. He could have just wanted his shirt back or maybe to have another go at it before he left town too.
I pulled up to the front of the house and saw what looked like a sign on the door. A chill ran up my spine. The cab driver helped me take my luggage out of the trunk and drove away as I dared to approach our small cottage home. My name was right on the front of the large yellow envelope written in my “father’s” handwriting.
Charlie,
We sold the house and have been kind enough to put your belongings in storage. It’s paid up for the next month. Here’s the information. Good Luck!
I looked for more on the note, but there wasn’t a damn thing there.
“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”
Chapter 6
Ian
