by Alexa Riley
“You’re in my bed. It will be warm in here for you tonight. I’ll sleep on the floor.” I grab a blanket and pillow from the closet and throw them on the ground between the bed and the fireplace. “The fire in the living room is out, and it’s late.” I don’t mention that I could get it going again in about sixty seconds, opting instead to keep that fact to myself.
“The bed is huge. You can sleep up here with me. I’m sure we can manage to stay on our own sides.”
My cock aches at the thought of not only having her in my bed but my being in it with her. Her voice once again penetrates my body and makes a chill run down my spine. What I wouldn’t give to have her read to me.
I turn to face her, the only light in the room from the fire behind me.
“You should undress.” I see her eyes grow wide with shock, and I realize how my words sound. “I mean that you actually stay warmer in cold weather if you’re naked. I mean, you should remove your coat and as many clothes as you’re comfortable removing. It will help keep you warm tonight in case it gets colder.”
I see her nod, and she sits up, removing her heavy coat. I can’t help the laugh that escapes me at her Christmas sweater. She looks down at her chest, and I think I can almost see her blush in the weak light.
She reaches under her sweater and I hear a click, and suddenly her sweater lights up. I actually laugh out loud, and I hear her laughter too as the room is illuminated by the blinking lights. “I should have thought of this when you said the power went out.” We both laugh a little more as she reaches under again, clicking the switch and turning it off. “Better save that for an emergency.”
I love the sound of her giggle, and my own cheeks hurt from smiling. I can’t remember the last time I felt so light and…happy.
Trying not to stare as she removes her sweater, I go around to the other side of the bed, sitting down and facing away from her. I remove my own shirt and slip off my sweatpants, leaving on just my underwear. I’ll be fine as long as I stay on my side of the bed. It’s a king-size, and I’d have to roll over a couple of times before we touched, so it should be totally okay.
When I’m as undressed as I think I can be, I lie on my back and look up at the ceiling. I feel my heart beating a thousand times a second as I try to breathe regularly. Why does it feel as if I just ran a marathon?
I feel the mattress move, and the top comforter rustles. Oh, God, she’s in bed with me. Noelle is in bed with me.
“Thank you, Alex. For everything.” I close my eyes as I listen to her words, her voice hypnotizing me. Suddenly, I feel her cool fingers touch my hand and run up my forearm. “I know this isn’t what you had planned tonight, but thank you for taking care of me.”
“Always,” I whisper as I feel her fingers leave my arm, and a silence falls between us.
Chapter 7
Noelle
I wake plastered to a warm, giant body. It takes me a moment to remember where I am. It all comes flooding back to me, but I stay perfectly still, not wanting to wake Alex. It’s still dark out, and I know if he finds out I’m awake I’ll have to move, and I’ll be so embarrassed. I can’t believe how easily I wrapped myself around him.
I guess I’m a cuddler. I’ve never had the opportunity to find out before if I am or not, but it’s pretty freaking clear now with how I’m all over the poor man. Not only did I crash his Christmas, but now I’m taking up his bed and every inch of his personal space.
It’s then I realize how truly all over him I am. I have one leg thrown over him, and it’s clearly resting on something very large…and very hard. Does that mean he’s awake? Do men get boners in their sleep? I try to recall the millions of romances novels I’ve read and narrated, like they’re all factual. I come up blank on the whole boners-when-asleep thing, not having read about it before.
I shuffle a little, making my leg move, and Alex lets out a moaning grunt. I go completely rigid like a dumbass, giving myself away. I wait, but the silence stretches, neither of us calling the other out.
I want to remain still, but my traitorous body takes over, needing to hear that sound again. I shuffle against him again, wanting more of his warmth to seep into me. I feel like burrowing so deep into his heat, I could never get out. I’d never be alone again.
Instantly, I’m on my back. Alex’s big body is over mine as he buries his face in my neck. He’s so big compared to me, and I’m completely covered beneath him. Fear doesn’t hit me at the sudden change in position. A strong dose of lust ripples up my spine and floods my system. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and I’m immediately addicted.
I lift my hips, needing the contact, letting my legs fall open even more.
“Please. You have to stop.” His voice seems strangled and almost pained, but for some reason I can’t stop. It’s like I no longer have control of my body. Maybe this is what happens when you let yourself go without physical attention for so long. The need for human contact becomes stronger than you can control.
I grip his biceps, my nails digging into his firm muscles. I just need a little more pressure. It’s so close I can feel it. I push my hips up against him, using him for my pleasure. I drag my sex against his, but he remains completely still over me. His hold is firm and steady, and my hips move at just the right angle, and that’s all it takes. I explode against him, his name pouring from my lips and filling the silent room. The delicious pleasure cascades through my body as heat spreads between us.
I hold on to him so tightly, as if he’ll disappear if I release him. Not wanting to let this moment go, I cling to him. For so long I dreamed of having him over me and now that it’s a reality, I can’t let it end. The distance he’s always tried to keep between us vanishes in this moment, and I’m going to savor it.
When I start to come down, the reality of what I just did hits me. I just rubbed myself against him, using him for my own pleasure. I hear and feel his heavy breathing on top of me, both our bodies gasping for air, filling the silence that seems to hang between us constantly. It’s a silence I long to fill with words I can’t bring myself to say.
Then he’s gone. His warmth leaves my body, taking all of mine with him as he shoots from the bed. The blanket that was covering us hits the floor. The cold air makes goosebumps break out all over my body. He doesn’t say a word as he storms from the room, slamming the door behind him so hard I swear I feel the bed shake.
“Holy shit,” I whisper to myself. That’s when I feel the wetness that’s coating the outside of my underwear.
He came.
I thought cumming was a good thing. Clearly Alex isn’t happy about it. He stormed from the room like his ass was on fire. Oh, my God. Did I force myself on him? Wait, under him. Can you force yourself under someone?
I roll over, shoving my face into the pillows. Could this get any more awkward? What is wrong with me? Could I have been any clingier? I’m all too happy to crawl into his bed and strip down at his suggestion. A little self-conscious at the time, but that didn’t seem to stop me from throwing my clothes off and snuggling deep into his bed. I invited him to join me even after he seemed to want to sleep on the freaking floor.
Clue in, Noelle.
Frustrated, I grab the pillow and throw it across the room. Sitting up, I lean against the headboard and try to think of a way out of this. Maybe I could sneak out in the morning.
This is all so confusing. One minute I felt like he wants to be near me, as if he is longing for me like I am for him. Then the next, it’s like having cold water thrown on me.
I remember the sensation of him over me and how it felt so right. The way my hands gripped him tightly, never wanting to let go. The scars under my fingertips. The scars.
It all starts clicking together. He won’t look at me. My heart clenches. Does he really think I’m so vain, or do the scars just bother him that much? I haven’t seen all of him, but from what I’ve seen and felt, he’s perfect. How he could doubt himself, I have no idea. He is pure male perfection.
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I have my flaws, too. My skin may be free of scars, but I carry my own marks. I don’t have a perfect hard body like his. I have wide hips and thick thighs. I’m not what you’d call pretty or sexy. Maybe a nerdy kind of cute, but I’ve often thought I’m a little mousy. Random stretch marks litter my body. They’re not scars like his, but they mark me, and I often feel self-conscious about them.
Maybe I could show him it doesn’t matter to me. That none of it does. I didn’t fall for him because of what he looks like. Hell, I was half in love with him before I ever even saw him. Climbing from the bed, I unhook my bra and drop it to the floor, my panties following suit. I take a deep breath to calm my now-racing heart, and I give myself a pep talk. I can do this. It’s all or nothing.
At this point I’ve got nothing to lose. Either he wants nothing to do with me and I’ve lost him from my life, or maybe he does want something from me and is too scared to act on it. I can show Alex that I want him by baring myself to him like I want him to do for me.
When I’m standing in front of the door, I give myself one last pep talk. Stop living in your head, and take what you want. As I pull the door handle, I come face to face with Alex. He’s got both hands braced on the door, and his tall form towers over me.
I gasp at the look on his face.
Hunger, longing, need. It’s all there as his eyes roam my naked body before landing back on my face. The angry-looking scars on the left side of his face run down to his neck. They look like they’ve healed over time but still look painful.
I reach to touch him, but he’s on me instantly. He lifts me into his arms. My feet dangle off the floor as his lips crash onto mine. All the hunger I saw in his eyes bleeds through in his kiss. His tongue pushes into my mouth, taking what it wants. I never knew you could feel so much from a kiss. That it could tell you everything you wanted to know.
He wants me. It’s there in the way he’s kissing me. He pulls me closer like he’s trying to enfold his body in mine. I’m lost in him. I know from this moment on I’ll never be the same. I can feel it in every fiber of my body. I’m his.
I feel my back hit the bed, his big body over mine once again. His massive hands come to my face, holding me in place as if he thinks I might try to break away from the kiss. I wrap my arms around him as I kiss him back just as hard, silently showing him I’m not going anywhere. That I’ll stay here forever if he asks.
When my hands start to travel over his body, wanting to feel him, he breaks the kiss and buries his face in my neck once again. It’s as if he finds it painful for me to rub my hands on him. I won’t let him pull away again, so this time I lock my legs around him, my naked body wrapped so tightly around him that if he tries to dart from the room, he’ll be taking me with him.
“Look at me.”
Chapter 8
Alex
Closing my eyes tightly, I fight the urge to keep my face buried in her neck. I don’t want to look at her, but I can’t deny her what she wants.
I look into her beautiful, soft brown eyes, letting her see me. All of me. Her eyes lock with mine, and I wait as they trail down my face and neck. She looks at every mark, then slowly brings her fingertip up to my face, tracing each scar with her gentle touch. Closing my eyes, I breathe in her scent as she explores me.
Having her under my body and rubbing her pussy against my hard cock was my undoing. When I first felt her move earlier, I couldn’t control myself and had her pinned beneath me before I thought about what I was doing. I was already on edge when she wrapped her little compact body around me when she was sleeping. It was like the most natural thing in the world for her to do. Then when she rubbed herself to an orgasm on my cock, I came all over her. The tip of my cock peeked out of the waistband of my underwear as she rubbed up and down, exposing some of me. When I felt her heat through my underwear and then the clenches of her orgasm, I pressed the tip of my cock to her panty-covered clit and came with her. The orgasm was fast and unexpected and did nothing to quench my desire for her. It was merely a small drop from the fountain of need I have for her. In fact, it just intensified it.
When I bolted from the room, I immediately regretted leaving her warmth, and turned, gripping the frame of the door to keep myself from going back in. I didn’t want to frighten her. Not only with the way I look, but by being some kind of animal and cumming on her like that. But the longer I stood out there, the more I realized that Noelle wanted me. She may not have seen the worst of me, but in her sleep she reached for me. And when she woke up, she still wanted to be near me.
Just as I was about to push the door open, there she stood, completely naked. I didn’t stop to think about what I was doing. I just scooped her up and took her back to the bed. I needed her under me, no matter the cost.
As I feel her fingers trail down my chest, I open my eyes to look down at her again. Pressing my hard, underwear-covered cock against her naked pussy, I grind down on her, needing another release.
“Alex,” she whispers, rubbing both of her hands across my chest.
“I have so many things I want to say, Noelle. I don’t know where to begin.” All these words and emotions are running through me, and I’m all jumbled up. I want to fuck her roughly against every available surface, and then I want to make love to her in all the same places. I want to tell her how much I need her and how addicted I am to her, but I don’t want her to reject me. I need to steal this time from her before she finds out how truly gone I am for her and leaves this cabin.
“Make love to me, Alex. Please.” Her eyes meet mine, and I can see need in them. I see something else, too, but I don’t know what it is. Lust? Something stronger?
“I…Noelle.”
“Don’t make me beg.” She laughs a little, running her hands through my hair and then down my face. Suddenly, she sobers a little, holding me tighter. “I’ve never done this before, but I need you, Alex. I feel it deep in my soul. I need you inside me.”
Fuck.
Her words shouldn’t break me in two, but they do. Knowing that she wants part of me inside her body, taking her first. I’ll be the last, too, if I have anything to say about it. Maybe I could chain her to me. Leave something of me inside her so she’ll never be free of me.
Leaning down, I take her lips in a passionate kiss, telling her with my body what I can’t say in words. I kiss down her chin and neck, licking the dip at her collarbone and running my teeth along the sensitive skin there. I feel her shudder under me as I move down, licking each of her nipples and biting the flesh of her breasts. My big hands squeeze them together, loving each one equally.
Noelle’s moans fill the room, and I shiver at her voice. It’s so erotic and sensual. It’s as if all the fantasies I’ve ever had of her reading to me have come to life.
“Talk to me, Noelle. Tell me all the things you want me to do to you. I’m addicted to your voice.”
As I lick down her stomach, still pinching her nipples as I move lower, she starts to tell me what she wants.
“Please, Alex. I need you between my thighs and licking my pussy. Don’t tease me. I’m so close to cumming just having you on top of me.”
Once again the sound of her voice soothes me and makes me impossibly hard. I move down between her legs, shouldering apart her thighs and making room for my broad body.
Pressing my face to her pussy, I inhale her sweetness. Her lower lips, already sticky from her earlier orgasm, dampen with need. I stick my tongue out and flatten it against her clit, giving her long thick licks. Her moans grow louder and louder as I taste her nectar, the flavor coating my tongue and intensifying my addiction. I growl against her pussy, thinking about how it’s untouched and how she wants me to be the one to take it for the first time.
I have no clue how someone so perfect is untouched. How has no one taken her as their own yet? I’ll lock her in my cabin and keep her forever.
Moving down just a little, I stick my tongue inside her, feeling a tight squeeze from her needy pussy.
“Baby, I don’t know if I’ll fit,” I say, kissing the inside of her thigh and moving back up to suck on her clit.
“Fuck!” she shouts, as the suction on her clit makes her back bow off the bed. “I’ll make it. I need you, Alex. Please.”
Biting down just a little on her clit, I flick my tongue across it a few times before I feel her start to tense up. Just as she’s about to orgasm, I press two thick fingers inside her pussy. I rub the sweet spot just inside her, and it only takes two strokes before she’s cumming on my fingers and in my mouth.
She reaches down, fisting my hair and screaming loudly as the fierce orgasm flows through her body. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, but I don’t move, still rubbing and sucking her off.
The taste of her orgasm is even sweeter than how she tasted before she came, and my cock leaks cum in response. He wants to have that sweetness coating him.
Once I’ve wrung the last of her orgasm from her, I give her sweet clit one last kiss and move up her body. I push down my underwear as I go, kicking it off, wanting to be naked with her. As I line my bare cock with her opening, it occurs to me that as she’s a virgin she probably isn’t protected.
I grab the base of my cock and hold myself there as I look into her eyes. She’s got a slight sheen of sweat across her forehead, and her cheeks are flushed from her powerful orgasm.
“I want you raw, Noelle. Nothing between us. I’ll take care of you if I get you pregnant, but I won’t wear a condom with you. Not ever.” She looks into my eyes, and after a second she licks her lips and nods. “I’ve never ridden bareback before, but I won’t have anything between us.” She nods again. I know I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in years. I didn't even have a desire to after the first time I heard Noelle’s voice. From that moment I knew another wouldn’t do. I thought I could never have her and was planning to be celibate for the rest of my life because I knew I’d never want another.
