His Honey

by Leah Sharelle

  “Never,” Booth growled as he made his way back up my neck and jaw before taking my mouth again in a deep, passionate kiss. Booth liked to kiss and was extremely good at it. He was almost ravenous as he opened his mouth more and deepened the kiss to a whole other level. His tongue danced with mine, demanding entry and dominance. I felt his hand trace down my stomach and find its way to my pussy, my embarrassingly wet pussy.

  “Need to taste you, Honey. You okay with that?” I loved that he asked me. There was absolutely no need, but it was so hot hearing him ask that sexy question.

  All I could do was nod. I had been waiting for years for someone to do this to me, and here I was, at the age of twenty-two, and the sexiest man alive was going to go down on me. Could someone give me a hell yeah?

  “Oh, please, Booth, yes, yes.” Begging? You bet. I had no shame. I had done far too much reading on this over the years, and getting to experience it was high on my bucket list, which Booth seemed to be taking care of in just one night. Let a man undress me—check. Have a man go where no man had been before—stay tuned.

  Booth’s smile was smug and knowing as if he could read my mind, dammit. Suddenly, I was lifted off the ground, his hands under my bum as he carried me to the large, king-sized bed positioned in the middle of the room. I normally made this bed for him, and now I was about to help him mess it up. Laying me down on the cool sheets, he followed me down.

  “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Anytime you feel that way, just tell me to stop, okay, Honey?” His voice was laced with concern, and it brought tears to my eyes.

  Holding my hand against his cheek, I smiled at him. “You would never hurt me, Booth. I want to experience everything with you, baby,” I reassured him. I didn’t like him thinking he was capable of hurting me. He wouldn’t, not physically. My heart was another matter, but he was doing a damn fine job of healing that.

  Getting a slow nod in response, Booth kissed his way down my body, paying extra attention to all my bruises and bumps, caused by either the car accident or my stepbrothers. He kissed and licked them all until he finally arrived at my mound.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he said with a groan, French kissing my mound and making my body arch off the bed. Oh, my God.

  “Booth.” I breathed just his name. It was all that was needed. I could feel his fingers on my labia, gently opening me to his gaze.

  Then I felt it.

  His tongue. Holy fucking shit. My core went into a spin. The sensations were nothing short of spectacular, euphoric, utterly amazing.

  “Fuck me, Honey—you taste sweeter than honey.”

  I nearly laughed at his description, but it came out as a choked sob. His mouth was unrelenting, licking up and down, pushing inside me and swirling. There wasn’t a combination he didn’t use. It was glorious. The urge to see what he was doing was too powerful to ignore, so I pushed myself up on my elbows and watched.

  His head down there was the most erotic sight. As Booth noticed I was watching, he brought his eyes to mine, holding me mesmerised as he licked a wet path over my weeping pussy. It was so hot. I felt so wanton, so desired. All of a sudden, I needed to do everything with this man. Spend the rest of my life with him, loving him, and being loved, and a lot more of this with him.

  “Is it nice, baby?” I asked. The question came out of nowhere, and it shocked me to say such a thing. The growl that let loose from deep inside his throat, rumbling through my core, gave me the impression Booth liked dirty talk during intimacy.

  Grunting a response, which I didn’t understand, Booth opened his mouth, then took my lips between his and sucked them deep into his mouth.

  “Oh, fuck, Booth, yes.” Oh God, oh God, it felt amazing. Almost without my consent, my hips moved up and down, encouraging my man to take the intimate kiss to a new level. I wanted to take it there, too. Snaking my hand down my stomach, I watched Booth’s eyes follow its progress as I made my way slowly down to my pussy. Sending a silent prayer that what I was about to do was okay and not too much, I dipped my middle finger around his tongue and inside my opening. Wetting my finger with my juices, I then offered it to him, and he didn’t disappoint me. Letting go of my clit, he took my finger into his warm mouth and sucked hard, swirling his tongue around my finger all while sucking deep, much like he did to my clit. His eyes were feral as he released my finger and moved with lightning speed to cover me with his muscled body.

  “That was very fucking hot, Honey. Where did you learn that?” he asked.

  I could see he was hanging on by a thread. Did he think I had done oral sex with someone else? Could it be he was jealous? Secretly happy at the thought, I knew I couldn’t tease him.

  “Pornhub,” I whispered, shy that I had admitted one of my deep, dark secrets.

  “Fuck, yes. That is even hotter.”

  Well, okay then. Phew.

  “Lick your juices from my lips, Stella. Taste yourself,” he demanded as he lowered his glistening mouth down to me.

  Should I? Why not.

  Pulling him down with my hand on the back of his neck, I licked his lips. The sweet, salty tang of my arousal was surprisingly not a turn-off. I mean, I wouldn’t be going down on a girl ever, but it wasn’t horrible. Taking care of all the wetness from his lips and chin, I kissed him properly on the mouth. A gentle tease of a kiss.

  “You ready, Honey? Ready for my dick to be the one to take you for the first time? The only dick to ever take you?” The deep timbre of his voice was arousing.

  “Yes, Booth. I’m yours and only yours.” I moaned into his mouth as I let my legs fall open, and he settled between them.

  “Yes, you fucking are.” A low growl followed his words as he held himself at my entrance.

  Oh, God, yes. It was happening. Finally.

  21

  BOOTH

  Holding myself at the wet entrance of Stella’s pussy, I took a second to calm myself. Coming now would somewhat destroy the mood, and the mood in the bed was fucking hot as fuck. Eating out my woman’s pussy was an experience I would be repeating over and over and over. Her taste was intoxicating, sweet and perfect, but as I prepared to take the most precious gift she could give me, I felt a little nervous. It had been a long time for me despite my subterfuge with Ingrid. I did not want to hurt Stella—she had felt enough pain at the hands of men, and fuck if I was to be one of those arseholes—but this was a good pain, I reminded myself, nothing that would leave a bruise. Just my heart in her hands forever.

  Bracing myself, I rubbed the head of my cock back and forth through her folds. She was so fucking wet. She didn’t come while I was down there. I had planned to make her come with my tongue, but then my little minx put a spanner in the works by dipping her finger into her pussy and fed herself to me. Fuck me, it had been so hot that I’d had no choice but to stop. Otherwise, I would have come right then and there, like a damn teenager, on the crisp white clean sheets Stella washed for me. She had already made me come in my jeans once, and this time, I wanted to come in her.

  Lowering my body down closer to hers, I pushed my way slowly into her heat. Oh, fuck me, goddamn fucking heaven. Slowly, I kept pushing forward and felt the thin barrier, proof of her innocence. Proof she was irrevocably mine. With a quick flick of my hips, I broke through at the same time I dropped my mouth to hers, absorbing her cry of distress. I hated that she was hurting, even though there was no getting past it. It ate at me that I was the cause. Distracting her with my kiss, I held myself deep inside her tightness, and fuck was she tight. My dick felt like he was being strangled. Such a fucking awesome feeling. The pain of it was pure pleasure. It was hard not to let myself come right then as I held myself still deep inside my honey.

  I continued to kiss Stella until I felt her rock her hips under me, her moans now full of desire.

  “You okay, Honey.” I could hear the concern in my voice. Never had I felt such a strong desire to make sure a woman’s pleasure was more important than mine.

  “Yeah, baby, I
’m great.” A soft moan whispered against my mouth.

  Seriously, I fucking loved it when she called me baby. Loved it so much, I didn’t think I would even mind if she called me that in front of my brothers.

  I pulled back my hips just a fraction because that was all I could go, her tight grip on me not letting me move too much. Pushing back in, I rocked my hips against hers, then swivelled my hips and ground my pubis into her clit. The movement made her wetter, and a warm gush of liquid heat covered my bare cock.

  “Oh, fuck yeah, Honey, that is so fucking amazing. You are so tight, so wet.” I groaned into Stella’s neck, then opened my mouth against her delicate skin and sucked it deep into my mouth, marking her with my bite of love so every bastard would know who owned this woman and that she owned me.

  “Booth, oh, Booth, I feel … Oh, Lord, that is so good,” she cried loudly.

  Her cries of passion had me wanting to go faster. I needed to go faster. As I pulled out, I found it was a little easier, her extra wetness helping my thick cock ease back in and then out of her pussy. I braced myself up on my arms and quickened my pace, chasing the ultimate feeling that was just within my grasp. Dropping my mouth, I pulled one of her exquisite nipples into my mouth. Her tits were big, larger than a handful. Her skin was so soft and easy to redden with my mouth. My inner caveman liked that. I wanted my mark on her always. Maybe we could add a little light spanking to our lovemaking. Fuck, seeing her round, luscious bum red with my handprint was a drool-worthy vision I really wanted to see.

  “Come for me, Honey, for the love of God, come for me,” I begged. The whole bum spanking fantasy had my dick ready to blow. Giving her nipples one last lick each, I moved my hand down to her clit and pushed my thumb against it, and that was all it took. Her inner walls gripped me impossibly hard and pulsed around me as her orgasm rocked through her.

  “Baby, yes, yes, yes.” The last yes was shouted into my neck as she pushed her face up into me, her teeth closing over the skin there as she bit down softly, but enough to leave a mark of her own. It pushed me over the edge. Just the thought of Stella claiming me that way had me roaring out her name as I emptied my balls deep into her virgin pussy. My pussy. My woman.

  “Oh, fuck me.” I grunted against her plump breast.

  “I think I just did,” Stella answered, then giggled. Her inner walls clenched me even tighter, milking every drop from me.

  “Oh, goddamn, Honey, you sure as fuck did,” I agreed as I tried to catch my breath while I attempted to get my heart back under control. This may have been the first time for Stella, but it was my first time, too, in a way. The first time my heart was involved, and the first time I’d made love to a woman.

  And that was it.

  22

  STELLa

  I was deliciously sore. My body had so many sensations travelling through it I didn’t know where to start. My breasts felt heavy with the constant attention from Booth’s clever mouth, my nipples still erect and hard. My lips felt swollen and thoroughly used, and my vagina was a no-go zone. But I wanted to do everything again and again and again.

  Booth had the skills. Skills that should be taught in high school to all males. Seriously, the things his tongue and lips made me feel? Yes, siree, oral sex was a favourite.

  “So, you like my pussy-eating skills, do ya, Honey?”

  I shrieked at the sound of the voice beside me, and as I jumped in the bed, I dislodged the sheet from my body, letting it fall to my waist. Booth laughed beside me. God, his laugh was beautiful, and he rarely did unless Shiloh was around. She could get anyone to laugh and smile. Well, everyone except for Creed, but he loved her just as much as the rest of the Wounded Souls men and would lay down his life for her.

  “Good Lord, Booth, you scared the crap out of me,” I scolded him, embarrassed that I had spoken the words aloud. Again. I felt exposed all of a sudden with my breasts free for him to gawk at, and gawk he did. His eyes were narrowed as he took in my large breasts, looking at all the red marks, and love bites he had left all over them. Good grief. Did he leave any part of them unmarked?

  Reaching for the sheet, I went to cover myself, but Booth stopped me.

  “No, Honey, never cover yourself from me. I want you to be comfortable around me always,” he whispered as he rolled me onto my back. After he finally had his fill of me last night, Booth got up and cleaned between my legs with a warm washcloth. It was unexpected and had my eyes filling with tears at the sweet gesture. He had me so confused. He had suddenly done a complete three-sixty in his attitude towards me. I mean, it couldn’t be this simple, could it? Had a few close calls with my safety brought his head out of his arse? And could I trust that? I said I was his, and I meant it, but for how long was up to Booth. All I knew was that when he decided he’d had enough, my heart was going to be battered, bruised, and irreparable.

  “Stella, Honey, no. Just no.” Booth growled at me, his body now completely covering mine. I could feel his hard length between my legs, begging to seek entrance to the Promised Land. I must admit, I was giddy from his quick movements, but I didn’t understand why he said what he said.

  “Huh?”

  “Stella, I am never, ever going to get enough of you. Ever.”

  “I said that out loud?” Really?

  “Yeah, Honey, and it pisses me off, but I also understand why you think that. I am gutted that I have made you doubt yourself and don’t feel like you can keep me and that I will tire of you.” His voice was laced with remorse. I was torn. I wanted to open my legs and allow him to slip inside me—I needed to feel that magic again, to hear his groans and grunts of pleasure, and I definitely wanted to hear him growl my name again in that deep timbre of his—but we really needed to talk. He needed to explain things, and so did I.

  With some manoeuvring, I wrapped one leg around Booth’s and flipped us over. Well, it wasn’t as easy as you might read in books, but after some awkward attempts, the result had me on top of Booth with his hard cock still between my thighs but also nestled deliciously in my folds. Hmm, nice.

  “Shit, Honey, that was impressive, but I thought we needed to talk.” A shit-eating grin covered his handsome face.

  “Oh, we are, but I want to see your eyes when you tell me why you have been such a dick to me for so long, and then, suddenly, when someone wants to end my life, you want me to be yours,” I said, my flippancy not pleasing him.

  His eyes were suddenly dark and dangerous, his mouth a thin line. Nope, not happy at all.

  “Stella, the attempts on your life are no laughing matter, so don’t make light of them. Yeah, it took something like a crazy fuckwad trying to run you off the road to get me to see what you mean to me. And yeah, it took seeing your battered face and body to get me to lay claim to you, but, Honey…” Booth reached between us and guided his hard cock into my pussy, which I knew was wet because I could feel the slippery heat from my core nearly drip from my body. Of course, his dick massaging back and forth through my folds did the job, too.

  Pushing upward, he breached my entrance, and with one long, slow, calculated thrust up, he filled me. His dick was not only long but thick, too. The stretch was delectable, a teeny bit on the uncomfortable side, but not enough for me to stop him. Never that. As Booth gave me all his length, he grabbed hold of my hips, then stopped, holding himself still in me. His face was a picture of concentration and desire, a tick in his jaw and a fire in his grey eyes were the only clues he was having a hard time not to pull his hips back and slam back into me. Oh, thank God, he was affected by this need as much as I was.

  “Honey, you have always been mine. From the minute I first saw you, I knew, but, Stella, I made things difficult for you, and for that, I am truly sorry.” I could tell he meant it, but something wasn’t making sense. How could I be the one if he still slept with Ingrid? I wanted to ask him, I did, but I feared saying those words aloud could somehow jinx us. I didn’t want her in this bed, and that meant her name, too.

  “Why did you push
me away so much?” I asked instead of the question that really plagued me. This one didn’t scare me as much as the Ingrid question. I concentrated on his face rather than his shaft, which had settled nicely in my heat. What I really wanted was for him to move and take me, make me his all over again. Willing myself not to clench my muscles, I waited for him to answer.

  “Fuck, Honey, where do I start? You are perfect, so good and innocent and pure, and I have blood all over my hands—literally. I have some fucking crazy person with a grudge against me, targeting the women of this club, fucking accidents, and sniper rifles being pointed at my goddaughter. Dundee died doing what I asked him to do. That phone call from you that day will haunt me until my last day on this earth. You nearly telling me you loved me was the best and the worst all at the same time. I wanted to hear it, but I was so scared it was going to be the last thing you ever said to me. The helplessness I felt is something I never want to feel ever again.” His head fell back into the pillow, and I lost his eyes for a second as he took a deep gulp of air and then another one, and another until he had himself back under control. It didn’t escape me he was only telling me about recent events. His hot and cold attitude had been there since the first day we met. I understood his need to protect the club from Rogue, but what I didn’t understand was if he’d wanted me from the start, why did he push me away? Baby steps, Stella. He is opening up, so be grateful for that for now, I told myself.

  Suddenly, we rolled and Booth loomed above me, his cock still deep in me where it belonged.

  “Losing you, Stella, is not an option. I am nowhere near good enough for you, but I am done. I am too fucking selfish to risk you giving up on waiting for me to get a clue and find a good boy-next-door type. You’re mine, Honey, and I am keeping you,” he vowed.

  His hips pulled back, and he was moving inside me. Finally. Oh, so slowly, but I didn’t want it slow. I wanted Booth out of control again. I wanted to hear those sexy sounds he made. Knowing that Booth liked to talk dirty to me, I swallowed the lump in my throat and stepped out of my comfort zone. If he could open up to me, I could do the same for him.